The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1914-09-25
-Heayenss VAS miles away

The padre took her hand in his own
and began to pat 1t softly. 1t was the
nearest he dared approach in the way
Of suggesting caution. He alone of
them all knew
"Oh, ! believe ] read something
about it in the newspapers"
Five years ago" Abbott set down
his tea cup. He's the bravest man l
know. He's rather a friendless man.
besides. Horror of money. Thinks
every one Is after him for that Tries
to throw it away; but the income piles
up too quickly. See that Indian, pass
ing the cakes? Wouldn't think it.
would you, that Courtlandt carried
him on his back for five miles The
Indian had fallen afoul wounded
tiger, and the beaters were miles of
I've been watching. They haven't even
spoken to each other Courtlandts
probably forgotten all about the Incl
dent, and the Indian would die rather
than embarrass his savior before
strangers
Your friend. then, is quite hero
What was the matter with Nora's
voice? Abbott looked at her wonder
ingly. The tone was hard and I'M
musical.
He couldn't be anything else. be
ing Dick Courtlandt's boy" volun-
teered Harrigan, with enthusiasm 1T
runs In the family"
1T seems strange" observed Nora
that l never heard you mention that
you knew a Mr. Courtlandt"
Why, Nora, there's lot of thing )
nobody mentions unless chance brings
has been dead these sixteen years.
II l knew he had had son, I'd for
gotten all about it. The only grave
yard isn't on the hillside; there's one
under everybody's thatch.'
The padre nodded approvingly.
Nora was not particularly pleased
with this base in the play. Court
landt wou, snd a valiant champion
In her fat. o would blunder in
when some tine passes were being ex-
changed And she could not tell him;
she would have cut out her tongue
rather
viii you forgive me-" asked Ce-
leste Of Courtlandt Never had she
felt more i'll at ease For full ten
minutes he chatted pleasantly. with
never the slightest hint regarding the
episode In Paris. She could stand 1t
no longer viii you forgivs me-"
For WHAT"
That night In Paris
DO not permit that to bother you
in the least l was never going TO re-
call It."
Was 1t so unpleasant"
On the contrary. l was much
amused"
Il did not tell you the truth"
so l have found out"
Il do not believe that 1t was you.
impulsively.
Thanks l had nothing to do with
Miss Harrigan's Imprisonment"
DO you feel that you could make
a confidant of me?"
He smiled My dear Miss Four
nier. / have come to the place where
l distrust even myself"
Forgive my curiosity"
Courtlandt held out his cup to Rao.
Il am glad to see you again"
All. Sahib!"
The little Frenchwoman was torn
with curiosity and repression. She
wanted to know what causes had pro-
duced this unusual drama which was
unfolding before her eyes. To be pre-
sented with effects which had no ap-
parent causes was maddening. 1t was
not dissimilar to being taken to the
second act OF a modern problem play
and being forced to leave before the
curtain rose upon the third act She
had laid all the traps her intelligent
mind could invent: and Nora had calm
ly walked over them or around. Nora" 8
mind was Celtic; French in its adroit-
ness and Irish in its watchfulness and
tenacity. And now she had set her
arts OF persuasion in motion (aided by
a piQuant beauty to lift a corner Of
the veil from this mans heart. Check
mate.
Il should like to help you." she
said, truthfully.
In what way"
1t was useless. but she continued:
she does not know that you went
to Flora Desimone's that night"
And yet she sent you to watch me-"
But so many things happened after
ward that she evidently forgot
THAT is possible"
Cro BE CONTINUED0
He Didnv Mind the Crowd.