The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1914-05-28
CHAPTER v--contInuede.

Nora, as she stood In the fgtl morn.
Ing sunlight, was like to GLADDEN. the
eyes Of all mankind. She was beauti-
full, and all adjectives applicable would
but serve to confuse rather than to
embellish her physical excellence. she
was as beautifyY a. a garden rose u.s.
needing no efense, no ramparts Of
cioying PHRASES. The day of poets is
gone, Otherwise she would have been
sung An cantos. She was tall, shapely,
sep-bosomed. fine-skinned. Critics,
Ssn praising her charms, delyed into
mythology and folklore for compari-
sons. until there wasn't q goddess left
on Olympus or on Northland's icy
capes; and when these images became
q little shop-worn, referred to certain
masterpieces Of the old fellows who
had left nothing more to be said In
oils. Nora enjoyed 1t all.
she had not been happy In the selec-
tion OF her stage name; but she had
chosen Eleanora da Toscana because
she believed there was good luck in
ii. Once, long before the world knew
OF her. she had returned home from
Italy unexpectedly. MOLLY. here's
Nora, from Tuscany" her delighted
father had cried; who at that time
had nebulous idea that Tuscany was
somewhere in Ireland because 1t had a
Celtic ring to 1t. Being filled with love
OF Italy. its tongue, its history, its
physical beauty, she naively trans
dated mora from Tuscany into Ital-
ian, and declared that when she went
upon the stage she would be known
BY that name. There had been some
smiling over the pseudonym; but
Nora was Irish enough to cling to 1t.
by and by the great musicloving pub
lie ceased to concern itself about her
name; 1t was her fresh beauty and
her wonderful voice they craved to see
and hear. Kings and queens, EN-.
perora and expresses. princes and
princesses- what is called royalty and
nobility in the newspapers freely gave
her homage. Quite a rise In the world
for a little girl who had once lived in
shabby apartment In New York and
run barefooted on the wet asphalts.
summer nights!
But Nora was not recalling the
he by scenes Of her childhood; in
deed, no; she was still threatening
Paris. Once there, she would not lack
for reprisals. To have played on her
pltyl TO have made a lure Of her
tender concern for the unfortunatel
Never would she forgive such base
ness. And only little while ago she
had been as happy as the nightingale
70 which they compared her. Never
had she wronged anyone; she had been
kindness and thoughtfulness to all
with whom she had come in contact.
But from now on! Her fin
gers frightened round the bars. She
might have posed as Dido when she
learned that the noble Aeneas was
dead. War, war; woe to the moths who
aattered about her head hereafterl
All. but had she been happy? HeI
hands slid down the bars. Her ex
preston changed The mouth dropped
the eagle-llght in her eyes dimmed
From out the bright morning, some
where, had come WEAKNESS, and with
this came weakness. and finally. tears
She heard the key turn in the lock
They had never come so early before
She was astonished to see that heI
Taller did not close the door as usual
He put down the breakfast tray on the
table. There vas tea and toast and
fruit
"Afademoiselle. there has been a ter
rible mistake said the man humbly.
eAhi So You have found that outg'
she cried.
yves. You are not the person FOL
whom this room was intended" Which
was half a truth and perfectly true
paradoxical as It may seem. Eat YOU
breakfast in peace. You are free
mademoiseIle."
aFreeg You wiz not hinder me II
walk through that door?"
mo, madelnoiselle. On the con
trary. shall be very glad, and so vii
my brother. who guards you at night
Irepeats there has been a frightful mis-
take Monsieur Chalnpeaux
Moasieur Champeauxq" Nora wa
bewildered She had never heard this
name before.