The midland journal., 1914-06-05

the man. 1t was OF no consequence
that the new arrival called himself
Herr Rosen. He Was assigned to a
suite OF rooms, and on returning to
the bureau, the proprietor squinted
his eyes abstractedly. He knew every
woman Of Importance at that time re-
siding on the Point. Certainly it could
be none of these. Himmel! He struck
his hands together. So that was it:
the singer. He recalled the hints in
certain newspaper paragraphs, the lit
tie tales with the names left to the
imagination. So that was it?
What woman! Men looked at her
and went mad. And not so long ago
one had abducted her In Paris. The
proprietor threw up his hands in de-
spair- What was going to happen to
the peace of this bucolic spot? The
youth permitted nothing to stand in
his way, and the singers father was
retired fighter with boxing gloves!
IN the ballroom that evening that
little son of Satan called malice-afore-
thought took possession of Nora; and
there was havoc If a certain Amer
lean countess had not patronized her;
II certain lorgnettes implements Of
torture used by said son of Satan) had
not been leveled in her direction; II
certain fans had not been suggestively
spread between pairs of feminine
heads Mora would have been as
harmless as playful kitten.
From door to door of the ballroom
her mother fluttered like hen with
duckling. Even Celeste was dis
turbed, for she saw that Nora's con-
duct was not due to any light-hearted
fun. There was something bitter and
ironic cloaked by those smiles. that
tinkle of laughter In fact, Nora from
Tuscany lirted outrageously. The
Barone sulked and tore at his mus;
tache. He committed any number
of murders. by eye and by wish. When
his time came to dance with the mis-
savagely, and never said word; and
once done with. he sternly returned
her to her mother, which he deemed
the wiseEt course to pursue.
Mora, you are behaving abomin
ably!' whispered her mother, pale with
indignation.
Well / am having good time
3. Your dance? Thank you."
And q tender young American led
her through the mazes Of the waltz. as
some poet who knew what he was
about phrased it.
By way of parenthesis: Herr Rosen
marched up the hill and down again,
something after the manner of GER
tain warrior king celebrated in verse;
The object of his visit had gone to the
ball at Cadenabbia At the hotel he
demanded motor-boat. There was
none to be had. In furious state of
mind he engaged two oarsmen to row
him across the lake.
And SO 1t came to pass that when
Nora, suddenly grown weary of the
play. full of bitterness and distaste,
hating herself and every one else in
the world, stole out to the quay to
commune with the moon, she saw him
jump from the boat TO the landing,
scorning the steps. Instantly she drew
her lace mantle closely about her face.
It was useless. In the man the hunt
er's instinct was much too keen.
80 have found you.n
"One would say that had been in
hiding?" coldly.
From me, always. I have left ev-
erything duty, obligations to seek
you"
From any other man that might be
compliment"
II am prince" he said proudly.
She faced him with that quick reso-
luton. that swift forming Of purpose.
which has made the Irish so difficult
in argument and persuasion. win
you marry me? Will you make me
your wife legally? Before all the,
world? Will you surrender, for the
sake of this love you profess, your
right to great inheritance? VIII you
risk the anger and the iron hand of
your father for my sake?"
Herr Gott! ] am mad!" He COW
cred his eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)