The Parisian. (Paris, Tenn.) 1907-1962, 1914-07-31

1 there was 10 be tennis until flvo
O'Clock. When Harrigan was reason.
ably sure that they were half the dis
lance 10 the colenels villa, he put on
his nat, whistled to the dachel, and
together they took the path to the
| village.
Wed look fine drinking tea,
wouldn't we, old scout?' reaching
down and tweaking TIE dogs velvet
ears They don't understand, and it's
no use trying to make EN-. Nora gets
as near as possible. Herr Rosen!
Now, where have I seen his phiz be-
fore? ! wish / had q real man to
talk to. Abbott sulks half the time.
and the Barone can't get joke I'M
less it's driven In with a mallet. On
your way, old scout, or I'll step on
you. Let's see IL we can hoof it down
to the village at trot without taking
the count"
He had but two errands to execute.
The first was accomplished expeditely
in the little tobacconist's shop under
the arcade, where the purchase of a
box of Minghetti cigars promised later
solace. The second errand took time
and elaboration. He studied the long
shelves of Tauchnitz. Having red cor
puscles In superabundance, he natur-
ally preferred them in his literature,
in the same quantity.
Ever read this?" asked pleasant
| voice from behind, indicating Rodney
Stone" with the ferrule of cane.
Harrigan looked up. mo What's
1t about?"
Best story Of the London prize ring
ever written. You're Mr.. Harrigan
aren't your"
YES" diffidently.
MY name Is Edward Courtlandt II
l am not mistaken, you were a great
friend Of my fathers"
Are you Dick Courtlandt's boy?"
Il am"
We'll, say!" Harrigan held out his
hand and was gratified to encounter
a mans grasp. so you're Edward
Courtlandt? Now, what do you think
of that! Why, your father was the
best sportsman ever met Square as
they make 'em. Not kink anywhere
in his makeup. He used I come to
the bouts in his plug hat and dress
suit; always had seat by the ring.
could hear him tap with his cane
when there happened to be a bit Of
pretty sparring. He was no SLOUGH
himself when it came to putting on
| the mitts Many's the time I've had
a round or two with him in my old
gymnasium. Well, well! It's good to
see man again. I've seen your name
in the papers, but never knew you
was Dicks boy. You've got an old
grizzly's head in your dining room
at home. Some day I'll tell you how
1t got there, when you're not in q
hurry. | went out to Montana for a
scrap, and your dad went along. After
the miu was over, We went hunting
Come UP to the villa and meet the
| up to Caxley-Webster' to tea; piffle
water and sticky sponge cake. want
you to meet my wife and daughter"
Il should be very pleased to meet
them" So this was Nora's father?
Wont you come along with me to
the coloners?" with sudden inspira-
ton. Here was an opportunity not
to be thrust aside lightly.
why, just begged off. They won't
be expecting me now"
'All the better. I'd rather have you
introduce me to your family than to
have the colonel. AS a matter of fact,
told him l couldn't get up But
changed my mind. Come along"
But the pup and the cigar box?"
Send them up"
Harrigan eyed his own spotless
flannels and compared them with the
others. What was good enough for
the son of millionaire was certainly
good enough for him. Besides, 1t
would be bully good joke on Nora
and Molly.
You're on!" he cried. Here was a
lark. He turned the dog and the
purchases over to the proprietor, who
promised that they should arrive in
stantly at the villa.
Padre, my shoe pinches," said Nora
with pucker between her eyes.
My child" replied the padre, never
carry your vanity into shoemaker's
shop. The happiest man is he who
walks In loose shoes"
IF they are his own, and not in.
herited," quickly.
The padre laughed quietly. He was
very fond of this new-found daughter
of his. Her spontaneity, her bloom
ing beauty, her careless observation of
convention. her independence, had cap
tivated him.
CTo BE CoNTINUED.)