Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-09-18
CHAPTER IV-ContInued.


Ing out again. The truth is, Abby. II
could hide myself for three or four
years, long enough for people to for
get me. might reconsider. But II
should be under another name. They
envy US millionaires. Why. we are
the lonesomest buffers going We dis
trust every one; we fly when . WON
IN approaches; we become mono
maniacs; one thing obsesses US, every.
body is after our money. We want
friends. we want wives, but we want
them to be attracted to US and not to
our money-bags. Oh, pshaw! What
plans have you made in regard to the
search?"
Gloom settled upon the artists face.
I've got to find out what's happened
to her, Ted. This isn't any play. Why,
she loves the part of Marguerite az
che loves nothing else. She's been
kidnapped, and only God knows for
what reason. 1t has knocked me silly.
Just came up from Como, where she
spends the summers now. l was going
- take her and Fournier out to din.
ner."
M Who's Fournier?"
"Mademoiselle Fourier, the com
poser. She goes with Nora on the
yearly concert tours"
"Pretty?"
Charming"
II see," thoughtfully. What part
Of the lake; the villa d'Este. Cadenab.
bla?"
"Bellaggio. Oh. 1t was ripping last
summer. She's always singing when
she's happy. When she sings out on
the terrace, suddenly, without givins
anyone warning, her voice is wonder.
ful. No audience ever heard anything
like It."
Il heard her Friday night. l dropped
In at the opera without knowing what
they were singing. admit all you
say in regard to her voice and looks
but stick to the whim."
But you can't fake that chap with
the blond mustache," retorted Abbott
grimly. Lord, wish l had run into
you any day but today. I'm all in. !
can telephone to the Opera from the
studio, and then we shall know for q
certainty whether or not she will 70
turn for the performance tonight. II
not. then I'm going in for a little de.
tective work."
ABBY. 1t will turn out to be the
sheep Of Little Bo-Peep."
Have your own way about It,"
When they arrived at the studio Alb.
bolt telephoned promptly. Nothing
had been heard. They were substi-
tuting another singer.
Call up the Herald" suggested
Courtlandt.
Abbott did 80. And he had to an
swer innumerable questions, questions
which worked him into a fine rage;
who was he, where did he live, what
lid he know, how long had he been in
Paris. and could he prove that he had
arrived that morning? Abbott wanted
70 ding the receiver into the mouth of
the transmitter. but his patience was
presently rewarded. Tho singer had
mot yet been found. but the chauffeur
ef the mysterious car had turned up
In . hospital. and perhaps by
night they would know everything.
The chauffeur had had a bad accident;
the car itself was q total wreck, in q
Aitch, not far from Versailles.
"There!" cried Abbott. slamming
the receiver on the hook. What do
you say to thatf"
The chauffeur may have left her
somewhere. got drunk afterward. and
plunged into the ditch. Things have
happened like that. Abby. don't make
. camers hair shirt out Of your paint
brushes. What pother about q sing
q! II It had been a great inventor. Q
poet IN artist. there would have been
nothing more than Q two-line para
graph. But an opera singer. one who
entertains - during our idle eve.
nings-ha! that's a different matter.
Set instantly that great municipal ma
chinsry called the police In action:
sell extra editions ON the streets.
What a0o!"
What the devil makes you 30 bit
tori"
Was ! bitter? thought l was
philosophizing" Courtlandt consulted
his watch. Half after four. Come
over to the Maurice and dine with me