Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-11-20
CHAPTER xII-contInusd.

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CHAPTER xll-contInued.
you have spoiled It'll" cried Celeste.
She had watched tho picture grow,
and to see 1t ruthlessly destroyed this
way hurt her. How could you'll"
Worst l ever did" He began to
change the whole effect. chuckling au-
dibly ~ he worked. Sunset divided
honors with moonlight It was no
longer incongruous; 1t was ridiculous.
He leaned back and laughed. I'm
going to send 1t to L'Asino. and call It
an afterthought"
"Give 1t to me-"
''What?"
"Yes.v
''Nonsensei I'm going to touch q
match to 1t. I'll give you that picture
with the lavender in bloom"
Il want this"
but you cannot hang it.
7 want It."
Welt" The more he learned about
women the farther out of mental reach
they seemed to 60. Why on earth did
she wasn't this execrable daub? you
may have Il; but all the same. I'm
going to call an oculist and have him
examine your eyes,"
Why. It 10 the Signorina Fournier!"
In preparing studiously to ignore
Flora Deaimone's presence they had
Forgotten all about her.
Good morning, signora," said Co
asste in Italian.
And the Signore Abbott, the paint.
er. also!" The Calabrian raised what
she considered her most deadly weap-
on. her lorgnette.
What II 1T" asked Flora. squirt
ang.
1T IL q new style Of the Impression
ast which began this morning" 80
berly.
1T looks very natural" observed
Flora.
"Naturall" Abbott dropped his
mahlstick.
1T Is vesuv'. is it not. ON cloudy
dayf"
This was too much for Abbott's
gravity, and he laughed.
ut was not necessary to spoil .
good picture 5. on my account"
said Flora. closing the lorgnette with
. snap.
"The signora IL wrong. / did not
spoil 1t ON her account. II was past
helping yesterday. But l shall. how
ever. rechristen It vesuvius, since 1t
represents an eruption of temper"
Flora tapped the handle Of her para
col with the lorgnette. It was dis
timothy sign Of approval. These
Americans were never slow-witted.
She swung the parasol to and fro,
slowly, like q pendulum.
ut II too bad" she said, her glance
rowing over the white walls Of the
villa.
1T was irrevocably lost" Abbott Dc.
clared.
mo, no; do not mean the picture.
! am thinking Of La Toscana. Her
voice was really superb; and to lose II
entirely |" She waved z
sympathetic hand.
orous protest. But fate itself chose
to rebuke Flora. From the window
came-"Sai cos ebbe cuore!"-sung
Is only Nora could sing II.
Tho ferrule of Flora Desimons's
parasol bit deeply into the clovsr-turf
Am l all righti" asked Harrigan.
Courtlandt nodded. You look like
. soldier in mutt, and more than that,
like the gentleman that you naturally
are." quite sincerely.
The ex-gladiator blushed. This ID
the reception-room. There's the ball.
room right out there. The smoking.
room II ON the other side. Now, how
in the old Harry am l going to get
across without killing some one?"
Courtlandt resisted the desire to
laugh. Supporting you let me pilot
you overi"
YOU'RE the referee. Ring the gong. u
Come on, them"
WHAT While they are dancing p
backing away In dismay.
The other caught him by the arm
Come on"
And in and out they went, hither
and thither. now lodging. now pausing
to let the swirl pass. until at length
Harrigan found himself safe on shore,
In the dim cool smoking broom.
II don't see how you did It," admir-
ingly.
"I'll drop in every little while to see
how you are getting on" volunteered
Courtlandt. you can sit by the door
II you care to see them dance. I'm
on 10 see Mrs. Harrigan and tell her
where you are. Here's a cigar"
Harrigan turned the cigar over and
over In his fingers, all the while Ra.-
ing 1t the young mans diminishins
back He sighed. That would make
him the happiest man IN the world.
He Examined the carnelian band en-
circling the six inches Of evanescsnt