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


lady of the Taverne Royale II wa:
necessary to find her. The where
abouts OF Flora Desimone was of vita
Importance II she had not yet ar
rived, the presence of her friend pre-
saged her ultimate arrival.
He rose and proceeded on his quest
Before the photographers shop hs
saw dachel wrathfully challenging
a cat on the balcony of the adjoining
building. The cat knew, and so die
the puppy, that it was all buncombe
on the puppy's part; the usual Euro
pean war scare, in which one of the
belligerent parties refused to come
down because 1t wouldn't have beer
worth while, there being the usua
powers ready to intervene. Courtlandi
did not bother about the cat; tbs
puppy claimed his attention. He was
very fond of dogs. So he reached
down suddenly and put an end to the
sharp challenge The dachel struggled
valiantly, for this breed Of dog does
not make friends easily.
Il say, you little Dutchman, what's
the row? I'm not going TO hurt you
Funny little codger! To whom do you
belong?" He turned the collar around
read the inscription, and gently put
the puppy on the ground.
Nora Harrigan!
His immediate impulse was to walk
on, but somehow this impulse refused
to act on his sense of locomotion. He
waited, DULY wondering what was go
ing to happen when she came out. He
had left her room that night In Paris
vowing that he would never intrude
on her again. With the recollection
of that bullet whizzing past his ear
he had been convinced that the play
was done. True, she had testified
that 1t had been accidental, but never
would he forget the look in her eyes
1t was not pleasant to remember. And
still, as the needle Is drawn by the
magnet, here he was, In Bellaggio. He
cursed his weakness.
-. All, voices! He stepped aside
quickly.
Fritz, Fritz; where are your"
And moment later she came out
followed by her mother :. and the
little lady Of the Taverne Royale. Did
Nora see him? 1t was impossible to
tell. She simply stopped and gathered
up the puppy, who struggled deter.
minedly to lick her face. Courtlandt
lifted his hat. 1t was in nowise of
fered as an act of recognition; 1t was
merely the mechanical courtesy that
a man generally pays to any woman
In whose path he chances to be for the
breath of a second. The three women
in immaculate white, hatless, but with
snnshades, passed on down the street
Mora, who was that?" asked Mrs
Harrigan.
who was who?' countered Nora
smuggling the wriggling dachel under
her arm and throwing the sunshade
across her shoulder.
That fine-looking young man who
stood by the door as we passed out.
He raised his hat"
oh, bother! I was looking at
Fritz"
Celeste searched her face keenly,
but Nora looked ON ahead serenely;
not CULVER of an eyelid, not the
slightest change in color or expression
She did not see him!" thought the
musician, curiously stirred. She knew
her friend tolerably well. 1t would
haye been impossible for her to have
seen that man and not to have given
evidence of the fact.
Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus up
to the villa. 1t was generally too
much of climb for her. Nora and
Celeste preferred to walk.
What am | going to do, Celeste?
He is here, and over at Cadepabbia
last night had terrible scene with
him. In heavens name, why can't
they let me be?"
Herr Rosen?"
YES
"Why not speak to your father?"
"And have a fisticuff which would
appear in every newspaper in the
world? No, thank you. There is
enough scandalous stuff being printed
as 1t is, and am helpless to prevent
It,"
AS the climb starts off stiffiy, there
wasn't much inclination in either to
talk. Celeste had come to one de.
cision and that was that Nora should
find out Courtlandt's presence here In
Bellaggio herself. When they arrived
at the villa gates, Celeste offered a
suggestion.
You could easily stop all this rumor
and annoyance"
And, pray, how?"
Marry"
Il prefer the rumor and annoyance.
hate men. Most of them are beasts. "
"You are prejudiced.
II Celeste expected Nora to reply
that she had reason, she was disap-
pointed. Nora quickened her pace,
that was all.