Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-09-11

"Al right, | am" Courtianut
laughed. Gene on yer to the Souf-
fet II have q drink with me"
I'm not drinking today tersely.
There's too much ahead for me to
do
Going to start out to find her? Oh,
Sir Galahadi" ironically. ABBY, you
used to be a sport. I'll wager a hun
bred against a bottle of pop that to-
morrow or next day she'll turn up
s%erenely, with a statement that she
vas indisposed, sorry not to have noti-
fed the directors, and all that. They
do it repeatedly every season."
But an errand of mercy, the
strange automobile which cannot be
found? The engagement to dine with
the baron? Celeste Fournier's state
ment? You can't get around these
things. l tell you, Nora isn't that
kind. She's too big in heart and mind
to stoop to any such devices" vehe-
mently.
Mora! That looks pretty serious,
Abby. You haven't gone and made a
fool of yourself, have you?"
What do you call making a fool OF
myself" truculently.
you aren't a sutton, are you? An
accepted suitor?" unrufied, rather
kindly.
mo, but l would to heaven that l
were!" Abbott damned the newspa-
per into his pocket and slung the stool
over his arm. Come on over to the
studio until l get some money"
you are really going to start a
search?"
81 really am. I'd start one just as
quickly for you, IL l heard that you
had vanished under mysterious cir
cumstances."
Il believe you honestly would"
you are an old misanthrope. I
hope some woman puts the hook into
you some day. Where did you pick up
the crouch? Some of your dusky
%princesses give you the go-by?"
"You, too, Abby?"
ooh, rot! or course | never be-
lieved any of that twaddle. Only, I've
got a sore head today. If you knew
Nora as we'll as l do, you'd under.
stand"
Courtlandt continued toward the
exit, his head forward, his gaze bent
on the path. He had the air Of a mar
deep in thought, philosophic thought
which leaves the brows unmarried by
those corrugations known as frowns
Yet his thoughts were far from philo
sophie. Indeed, his soul was in mad
turmoil. He could have thrown his
arms toward the blue sky and cursed
aloud the fates that had set this new
tangie at his feet He longed for the
jungles and some mad beast to vent
his wrath upon. But he gave no sign
He had returned with a purpose al
hard and grim as iron; and no OBJ
stacle. less powerful than death
should divert or control him. Abduc
ton? Let the public believe what 4
terry. She was afraid, and had taker
flight. So be it.
Il say, Ted" called out the artist
what did you mean by saying tina
you were a Dutchman"
Courtlandt paused so that Abbot
might catch up to him. II said that
al a Dutchman?"
yes. And it has just occurred Il
me that you meant something"
"Oh, yes. You were talking of D
Toscana? Let's call her Harrigan. !
will ave time, and no one will kno,
to whom we refer. You said she wa
irish, and that when she said a thin
she meant it. My boy, the Irish ar
notorious for claiming that. The
often say it before they see clearl!
Now, we Dutchmen-it takes a lon
time for us to make up our minds
but when we do, something has got t
bend OF break"
you don't mean to say thai you al
going to settle down and get ma
+, ried?"
I'm not going to settle down an
get married, if that will ease vol
mind any"
Man, I was hoping!"
Three meals a day In the san
house, with the same woman, new
appealed to me-"
J. What do you want, one for eat
meal?"
To BE CoNTINUED.)