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

THE moth and the CANDLE" unused
Courtlandt. That will be Nora Harri
gan How long has this infatuation
been going on?"
Year and half"
And the other side?"
There isn't any other side,' ex
ploded the artist. "She's worried to
death. Not day passes but some
scurrilous penny-a-liner springs some
yarn, some beastly innuendo She's
been lodging the fellow for months.
IN Paris last year she couldn't move
without running into him. This year
she changed her apartment, and gave
orders at the Opera to refuse her ad
dress to all who asked for 1t. Conse-
quently she had some peace. don't
know why IL is, but woman in public
life seems to be a target"
The penalty of beauty, Abby. Home
ly women seldom are annoyed, unless
they become suffragists." The colonel
poured forth dense cloud of smoke.
What brand is that. Colonel?''
asked Courtlandt, choking.
The colonel generously produced his
pouch.
mo, no! I was about to observe
that 1t isn't ambrosia"
"Rotter!" The soldier dug the Of
fender in the ribs. Il am going to
have the Harrigans over for tea this
afternoon. Come over! You'll like
the family. The girl is charming; and
the father is sportsman to the back
bone. Some silly fools laugh behind
his back, but never before his face.
And my word, know RATS of gentle
men who are not fit to stand In his
shoes"
Il should like to meet Mr.. Harri-
gan" Courtlandt returned his gaze to
the window once more.
And his daughter?' said Abbott,
curiously.
"Oh, SURELY"
II may count on you, then?" The
colonel slowed away the offending
brier. And you can stay to dinner
IN take the dinner end of the in
vitation," was the reply I've got
to go over to Menaggio to see about
some papers to be signed. II | can
make the three o'clock boat in re-
turning, you'll see me at tea. Dinner
ut all events. I'm or
Courtlandt walked up the street
leisrrely, idly pausing now and then
~ ere the shop windows. Apparently
r mad neither object nor destination;
4 his mind was busy, SO busy in
lct that he looked at the various
turios without truly seeing them a.
AL. A delicate situation, which nee :
ed the lightest handling, confronted
him. He must wait for an overt act,
then he might proceed as he pleased.
How really helpless he was! He could
not force her hand because she held
all the cards and he none. Yet he
was determined this time to play the
game to the end, even If the task was
equal to all those Of Hercules rolled
into one, and none of the gods on his
side.
At the hotel he asked for his mail,
and was given formidable packet
which, with sigh of discomfort. he
slipped into pocket, strolled out into
the garden by the water, and sat down
to read. To his surprise there was a
note, without stamp or postmark. He
opened it, m:ialy curious to learn who
1t was that had discovered his pres
ence in Bellaggio SO quickly. The en-
yelope contained nothing more than a
neatly folded bank note for one hun
dred francs He eyed it stupidity, What
might this mean? He unfolded it and
smoothed it out across his knee, and
the haze of puzzlement drifted away.
Three bars from La Boheme. He
laughed. So the little lady of the
Taveyne Royale was in Bellaggio.
CHAPTER Wn.
Marguerites ard EmoraIds.
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