Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-09-25
CHAPTER v-contlnued.


ing sunlight, was like to gladden. the
eyes of all mankind. She was beauti-
full, and all adjectives applicable would
but serve to confuse rather than to
embellish her physical excellence. She
was as beautiful as a garden rose Is,
needing no defense, no ramparts OF
cloying phrases. The day of poets Is
gone, otherwise she would have been
sung in cantos. She was tall. shapely.
deep-bosomed, fine-skinned. Critics.
In praising her charms, delved into
mythology and folklore for compari-
sons, until there wasn't goddess left
on Olympus or on Northland's Icy
capes; and when these images became
= little shop-worn, referred to certain
masterpieces of the old fellows who
had left nothing more to be said in
oils. Nora enjoyed it all.
She had not been happy in the selec-
ton of her stage name; but she had
chosen Eleanora da Toscana because
she believed there was good luck in
It. Once, long before the world knew
Of her, she had returned home from
Italy unexpectedly. Molly, here's
Nora, from Tuscany" her delighted
father had cried; who at that time
had a nebulous idea that Tuscany was
somewhere in Ireland because 1t had a
Celtic ring to 1t. Being filled with love
Of Italy, its tongue, its history. its
physical beauty, she naively trans
lated Mora from Tuscany" into Ital.
ian. and declared that when she went
upon the stage she would be known
by that name. There had been some
smiling over the pseudonym: but
Nora was Irish enough to cling to It.
BY and by the great music-loving pub
lilo ceased to concern itself about hel
name; 1t was her fresh beauty and
her wonderful voice they craved to see
and hear. Kings and queens, EN-
perors and expresses, princes and
princesses-what Is called royalty and
nobility in the newspapers freely gave
her homage. Quite rise In the worlG
for q little girl who had once lived In
. shabby apartment in New York and
run barefooted on the wet asphalts
summer nights!
happy scenes Of her childhood; In
deed. no; she was still threatening
Paris. Once there, she would not lacl
for reprisals. To have played on he
pity! To have made a lure of he
tender concern for the unfortunate
Never would she forgive such base
ness. And only little while ago sh,
had been as happy as the nightingal,
to which they compared her. Neve
had she wronged anyone; she had beef
kindness and thoughtfulness to al
with whom she had come in contact
But from now on! Her fin
gers frightened round the bars. Sh,
might have posed as Dido when sh
learned that the noble Aeneas wa
dead. Wa~ war; woe to the moths VIII,
Auttered about her head hereafter!
All. but had she been happy? He
hands Slid down the bars. Her ea
preston changed. The mouth dropped
the eagle-light In her eyes dimmet
From out the bright morning, some
where. had come WEAKNESS, and wit
this came weakness. and finally, tears
She heard the key turn In the locI
They had never come SO early before
She was astonished to see that he
Taller did not close the door as usua
He put down the breakfast tray on TIL
table. There was tea and toast an
fruit.
"Mademoiselle, there has been a tel
rible mistake" said TIE man humbly.
"Ah! SO you have found that out?
she cried.
"Yes. You are not the person 10
whom this room was intended" Whic
was half truth and perfectly true
paradoxical as 1t may seem. Eat you
breakfast In peace. You are free
mademoiselle."
''Free7 You will not hinder me II
walk through that door,"
mo. mademoiselle. On the con
trary, shall be very glad, and so will
my brother, who guards you at night
repeat, there has been frightful mis-
take. Monsieur Champeaux :"
Monsieur Champeaux?" Nora wa
bewildered. She had never heard thi
hame before.