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cHAPTER NlI-continued.

OnAF En- Af-SOhAiht6$A -
The moth and the candle" unused
Courtlandt. That will be Nora Harri-
gan. How long has this infatuation
been going on"
Year and a half"
And the other slider"
There isn't any other side" ex
ploded the artist. she's worried to
death. Not a 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 it is, but a woman in public
life seems to be a target"
The penalty of beauty, Abby. Home
ly women seldom are annoyed, unless
they become s~uffragists." The colonel
poured forth a dense cloud Of smoke.
What brand is that, Colonel?"
asked Courtlandt, choking.
The colonel generously produced his
pouch.
NO, no! / was about to observe
that it isn't ambrosia."
"Rotter!" The soldier dug the Of
fender in the ribs. 81 am going to
have the H~arrigans over for tea this
afternoon. Come over! You'll like
the family. The girl is charming; and
the father is a sportsman to the back
bone. Some silly fools laugh behind
his back, but never before his face
And my word, l know RATS of gentle
men who are not fit to stand in his
Shoes"
81 should like to meet Mr.. Harri
gan" C%ourtlandt returned his gaze tt
the window nee more
And his daughter?" said Abbott
curiously.
"Oh, surely!"
Il may count on you, them" TIL
colonel slowed away the offending
brier. And you can stay to dinner.
I'll take the dinner end of the ir
v~itation," was the reply. Eve go
to go over to Menaggio to see abou
some papers to be signed. II l ca
make the three o'clock boat in n
turning, you'n see me at tea. Dime
at all events. I'm off"
Courtlandt walked up the stree
leisurely, idly pausing now and the
before the shop windows. Apparent
he had neither object nor destination
yet his mind was busy, SO busy
fact that he looked at the warrior
curios without truly seeing them
all. A delicate situation, which nee
ed the lightest handling, c~onfrontt
him. He must wait for an overt a,
then he might proceed as he please
How ro"lly helpless he was! He cou
not IL her hand because she he
all the cards and he o Yet
was determined this time to play t
game to the end, even If the task W
equal to all those of Hercules roll
into one, and none Of the gods on /
side.
At the hotel he asked for his ms
and was given a formidable pacl
which, with a sigh of discomfort,
slipped into a pocket, strolled out IL
the garden by the water, and sat do
to read. To his surprise there wal
note, without stamp or postmark.
opened 1t, mildly curious to learn "
1t was that had discovered his pI
ence in B~ellaggio SO quickly. The
velope contained nothing more tina
neatly folded bank note for one b
dred francs. He eyed it stupidity. w
might this mean? He unfolded it
smoothed it out across his knee,
the haze of puzzlement drifted av
Three bars from La Boheme.
laughed. So the little lady OF
Taverne Royale was In Bellaggto!
CHAPTER Viii.