Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-11-20


"You have spoiled It'll" cried Celeste
and to see 1t ruthlessly destroyed this
way hurt her. How could you'll"
Worst | ever did" He began to
change the whole effect, chuckling au-
dibly as he worked. Sunset divided
honos with moonlight 1t was no
longer homogeneous; it was ridiculous.
He leaned back and laughed. I'm
going to send 1t to L'Asino, and call 1t
an afterthought"
GIVE 1t to me-"
"What?"
Yes"
"Nonsensel I'm going to touch
match to It, I'll give you that picture
with the lavender in bloom"
Il want this"
but you cannot hang it,
II want It."
WE'LL" The more he learned about
women the farther out of mental reach
they seemed to CO. Why on earth did
she want this execrable daub? You
may have 1t; but all the same, I'm
going to call an ooulist and have him
examine your eyes,"
why, 1t is the Signorina Fournierl"
In preparing studiously to ignore
Flora Deeimone's presence they had
forgotten all about her.
Good morning. signora," said Ce-
leste in Italian.
And the Signore Abbott, the paint
er, alsol" The Calabrian raised what
she considered her most deadly weap-
bn. her lorgnette
What is itP" asked Flora, squirt
ing.
1T is new style OF the impression
tst which l began this morning" SO
berly.
1T looks very natural" observed
Flora
NATURAL" Abbott dropped his
mahlstick.
ut is vesuv', is 1t not, on cloudy
day7"
This was too much for Abbott's
gravity, and he laughed.
ut was not necessary to spoil q
good picture on my account,
said Flora, closing the lorgnette with
q snap.
spoil 1t on her account 1t was past
helping yesterday. But l shall. how
over, rechristen 1t vesuvius, since Il
represents an eruption of temper"
Flora tapped the handle of her para
pol with the lorgnette. 1t was dis
Enctly a sign of approval. These
Americans were never slow-witted
She swung the parasol TO and fro
slowly, like a pendulum.
ut is too bad" she said, her glance
rowing over the white walls OF the
VILLA.
1T was irrevocably lost" Abbott de
elared.
mo. no; l do not mean the picture
am thinking of La Toscana. He
voice was really superb and to lose 4
entirely I" She waved
sympathetic hand.
Abbott was about to rise up In Wig
orous protest. But fate itself chos,
10 rebuke Flora. From the window
eame-"Sai cos ebbe cuore!"-sunl
as only Nora could sing It.
The ferrule of Flora Desimone'i
parasol bit deeply into the clover-turf
~Am all right?" asked Harrigan.
Courtlandt nodded. you look lik,
soldier In multi, and more than that
like the gentleman that you NATURAL,
are" quite sincerely.
The ex-gladiator blushed. This &
the reception-room. There's the ball
room right out there. The smoking
room is on the other side. Now, HOY
In the old Harry am / going to ge
across without killing some one?"
Courtlandt resisted the desire T.
laugh "Supposing you let me pilo
you over?"
You're the referee. Ring the gong.
Come on. then"
WHAT While they are dancing
backing away in dismay.
The other caught him by the arm
"Come on"
And IN and out they went, hithe
and thither. now lodging, now pausin
to let the swirl pass, until at lengt
Harrigan found himself safe on shor,
In the dim cool smoking-room.
Il don't see how you did it," admi
ingly
TN drop In every little while to Sc
how you are getting on" volunteers
Courtlandt You can sit by the doc
II you care to see them dance. II
of to see Mrs. Harrigan and tell hs
where you are. Here's a cigar"
Harr1gan turned the cigar over an
over in his fingers. all the while ga
ing at the young mans diminishin
back. He sighed That would mai
him the happiest man in the worl
he examined the carnelian band e
circlins the six inches OF evanescel