The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1914-11-28

Aau De gone. IL was he."
Positively. The men who guarded
you were two actors from one Of the
theaters. He did not come to Yer
sailles because he was being watched
He was found and sent home the night
before your release"
I'm sorry. But 1t was SO like him. u
The padre spread his hands. What
a way women have of modifying either
good or bad impulses! 1t would have
been fine Of you to have stopped when
you said you were sorry"
Padre, one would believe that you
had taken up his defense!"
IF had should have to leave it
after today. return to Rome tomor-
row and shall not see you again be-
fore you go to America. / have bid
den good-by to all save you. My child.
my last admonition is. be patient: OBJ
serve; guard against that impulse
born in your blood to move hastily
to form opinions without solid founda-
tons. Be happy while you are young,
for old age is happy only in that re-
Elected happiness of recollection.
Write to me. here. l return in No
vember. Benedicite?" smiling.
| Nora bowed her heard and he put a
hand upon It.
Celeste stood behind Abbott and
studied his picture through half-closed.
critical eyes. You have painted it
over too many times" Then she
looked down at the shapely head. All.
the longing to put her hands upon it,
to run her fingers through the tousled
hair. to touch 1t with her lips! But
no! Perhaps you are tired; perhaps
you have worked too hard. Why not
put aside your brushes for a week."
1--WE good mind to chuck 1t into
the lake. l simply can't paint any
more" He flung down the brushes.
I'm fool, Celeste, fool. I'm crying
for the moon, that's what the matter
is. What's the use of beating about
the bush? You know as well as do
that it's Nora"
Her heart contracted. and for a little
while she could not see him clearly.
but what earthly chance have II"
he went on, innocently but ruthlessly.
mo one can help loving Nora"
NO." in small voice.
tits all rot, this talk about affini-
ties. There's always some poor devil
left outside. But who can help loving
Nora?" he repeated.
who indeed"
"And there's not the least chance In |
the world for me-
You never can tell until you put 1t |
to the test"
DO you think have a chance? Is |
it possible that Nora may care little |
for me?" He turned his head toward |
her eagerly
who knows?" She wanted him to |
have it over with, to learn the truth |
that to Nora Harrigan he would never
be more than an amiable comrade He
would then have none to turn to but
her. What mattered it II her own
heart ached SO she might soothe the
hurt in his? She laid a hand upon
his shoulder. so lightly that he was
only dimly conscious of. the contact.
Its rummy old world. Here I've
gone alone all these years :"
"Twenty-six!" smiling. ~
well, that's a long time. Never
bothered my head about a woman.
Selfish. perhaps. Had good time,
came and went as l pleased. And
then met Nora"
yes"
IF only she'd been stand-offish. like
these other singers, why. I'd have been
all right today. But she's such brick!
She's such good fellow! She treats
70: always ready for a romp. Think
If her making us all take the Kneip-
cure the other night! And we marched
around the fountain singing Mary had
! little lamb Barefooted in the grass!
When q man marries he doesn't want
/ wife half SO much as a good COM
'ade; somebody to slap him on the /,
,ack in the morning to hearten him
Up for the days work; and to cuddle I,
lin up when he comes home tired,
r disappointed. or unsuccessful. No
natter what mood he's in. Is my
English getting away from your?
mo; understand all you say" Her
land rested q trif1e heavier upon his
boulder.
Mora would be that kind of wife. .
Honor, anger, valor, fire. as Steven.
on says. Hang the picture; what am
going tn do with IT ?"
Honor, anger. valor. fire." Celeste
epeated slowly. YES, that is Nora"
bitter little smile moved her lips as d
he recalled the happenings of the last
wo days. But no; he must find out