Cut Bank pioneer press. [volume] (Cut Bank, Mont.) 1909-current, 1914-10-16

lady of the Taverne Royale. 1t was
necessary to find her. The where
abouts of Flora Desimone was of vital
Importance. If she had not yet ar
rived, the presence of her friend pre-
saged her ultimate arrival.
He rose and proceeded on his quest.
Before the photographers shop he
saw a dachel wrathfully challenging
a cat on the balcony of the adjoining
building. The cat knew, and SO did
the puppy, that it was all buncombe
on the puppy's part; the usual Euro
pean war scare, in which n OF the
belligerent parties refused to come
down because it wouldn't have been
worth while, there being the usual
powers ready to intervene. Courtlandt
did not bother about the cat; the
puppy claimed his attention. He was
very fond OF dogs. So he reached
down suddenly and put an end to the
sharp challenge. The dachel struggled
~valiantly, for this breed of dog does
not make friends easily.
"I say, YOU little Dutchman, what's
the row? I'm not going to hurt you.
Funny little codger! To whom do you
belong?" He turned the collar around,
read the inscription, and gently put
the puppy on the ground.
Nora Harrigan!
His immediate impulse was to walk
on, but somehow this impulse refused
to act on his sense of locomotion. He
waited, DULY wondering what was 60
ing to happen when she came out. He
had left her room that night in Paris,
vowing that he would never intrude
on her again. With the recollection
of that bullet whizzing past his ear,
he had been convinced that the play
was done. True, she had testified
that it had been accidental, but never
would he forget the look in her eyes.
1t was not pleasant to remember. And
still, as the needle is drawn by the
magnet, here he was, in Bellaggio. He
cursed his weakness.
All, voices! He stepped aside
quickly.
, Fritz, Fritz; where are your"
And a moment later she came out,
followed by her mother and the
little lady of the Taverne Royale. Did
Nora see him? 1t was impossible tc
tell. She simply stopped and gathered
: up the puppy, who struggled deter
minedly to lick her face. Courtlandt
= lifted his hat. 1t was in nowise of
fered as an act of recognition; 1t was
merely the mechanical courtesy tha'
a man generally pays to any woman
in whose path he chances to be for ID
= breath Of a second. The three womel
: in immaculate white, hatless, but Will
sunshades, passed On down the street
. Mora, who was that?" asked Mrs
: Harrigan.
who was who?" countered Nora
= smuggling the wriggling dachel unde
;, her arm and throwing the sunshad
: across her shoulder.
THAT ~fine-looking young man VIII
stood by the door as we passed ou'
: He raised his hat"
'1Oh, bother! l was looking 9
Fritz"
but Nora looked on ahead serenely
., .. not a CULVER of an eyelid, not tn
slightest change in color or expression
/. She did not see him!" thought tn
- musician, c%uriously stirred. She kne
her friend tolerably well. 1t woul
- have been impossible for her to hay
% seer that man and not to have give
evidence of the fact.
Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus I
to the villa. 1t was generally tt
much of a climb for her. Nora al
Celeste preferred to walk.
What am l going to do, CELESTE
He is here, and over at Cadenabb
last night / had a terrible scene wi
=. him. In heavens name, why cal
they let me be?"
-, Herr Rosen?"
eyes"
why not speak to you father?"
- And have a fisticuff which won
appear in every newspaper in t
world? No, thank you. There
enough scandalous stuff being print
as it is, and l am helpless to preve
it."
=. AS the climb starts off stiff1y, the
wasn't much inclination In either
talk. Celeste had come to n
cision, and that was that Nora shol
re- ny :. 49,. ~ 80 -.
at the villa gates, Celeste offered
suggestion.
you could easily stop all this run
and annoyance"
And, pray, how?"
- Marry"
,.s 81 prefer the rumo and annoyar
l hate men. Most of them are beas
you are prejudiced."
49, If Celeste expected Nora to re
act, u ~ an;okonod Nv =,
au,s that was all.
go At luncheon Harrigan innocel