The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1914-10-23

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Herr Roser 1 t0ts dr, dllli q sssk
him np.,a sss n
the padre drew hip FEET andaF AL
cassock. siEn VI perturbation: ccuft-
iAndt cpntinasd ri unwina the saagl 81
Ines dropped " the narunsi ~
Harpns glanced harceiis q Nora vine
smiled enlgmaEically
Herr RDssns There wss 30 cass
ward reason Why tho name shoala
hare set q chill on thera I'll. turned
them into eapestAnt statues. Yet al
semhlancs OF good feliowship was %.
staniAy gone.
Mrs. Harrtgan smcothsd cut ths
wrinkles In her dress. From the csk.
ers there had been little mOr,smsns
and no sound to speak Of. Harrlgan
still waited By the door. ssrionsly eun.
tsmpiAtrg the BIT Of pastsboard In
his hand.
Herr Rosen brushed past Harriesn
unceremonioasly. without pansing aud
went straight over to Nora. who sas
thereapon seized by an uncontrollaAls
spirit OF deviiment. She hated Her
Rosen. but che was going 10 be IL
pleasant and a. engaging ~ she knew
how TO be. She did not care II he
misinterpretad her mood. She vel.
coined him with q hand. He went On
to Mrs. Harrigan. who coiored pleas.
urabiy. He was then introduced, sa6
he acknowledged each introduction
with a careless nod. He was there
to see Nora and he aid not propose
to put himself 70 any Inconvenience
on account OF the Others.
Herr Rosen Instantly nsarped the
chair next to Nora, who began to pour
the tea, He had come up from the
village prepared for a disagreeahls
half hour, Instead OF being greeted
With icy glances from stormy eyes.
he encountered such smiles a. this
adorable creature had never before be-
slowed upon him. He was In the
clouds. That night at cadenabbia had
apparently knocked the bottom out
Of his dream. Women were riddles
which only they themselves eo#ld
solve for others. For this one woman
he was perfectly ready TO throw every.
thing aside, A man lived but once;
and hc was fool who wsuld hold TO
tinsel In preference to such happiness
as he thought 10 saw opening out be
fore him Nora saw. but she did not
care. That In order to reach another
she was practising Infinite cruelty on
this man (whose one fault lay In that
be loved herr did not appeal to her
pity. But her arrow Jew wide Of the
target: At least. there appeared no re-
suit to her archery In malice, Not
once had the intended victim looked
over To where she sat And yet she
knew that he must be watching; he
could not possibly avoid II and be hu.
man. And when he finally came Cor.
ward 70 take his cup, she leaned to-
ward Herr Rosen.
You take two lumps.- abe ash ed
sweetly. II was only a chance shot.
but she hit on the truth.
And you remember" cxcitcdiy.
"one lump for mine. please" said
Ccurtlandt, smiling.
She picked up cube OF sugar and
dropped II into his cup. She had the
air OF one wishing II were poison. The
recipient OF this good will. with per.
feet understanding. returned to the
divan, where the padre and Harrtsan
were gravely toasting each other with
benedlctine
Nora made no mistake with either
Abbotts cup or the Baroness; but the
two men were filed with but one de-
sire, 10 throw Herr Rosen out OF the
window. What had begun as beau.
iful day was now becoming black and
uncertain.
The Barona could control every fe&
ture save his eyes, and these openly
admitted deep anger HeeTeeoaected
Herr Rosen well enough. The en-.
counter over at Cadena6bia was not
the first by many, Herr Rosen! His
presence In this room under that name
was an insult, and he intended to call
the interloper to account the very FIRST
opportunity he found
Perhaps Celeste, sitting ~ quiet az
q mouse upon the piano stool. was the
only one who saw these strange cur.
rents drifting dangerously about That
her own heart ached miscrably aid not
prevent her fron observing things
with all her usual keennsss All. Nora,
Nora. who have everything to give
and yet give nothing, why do you play
80 hcartless a game. Why hurt those
who can no more help lovin; you than
the earth can help whiriins around the
calm dispassionate sun! Always they
turn to you, while |. who have no much
to give, am given nothing. She set
down her tea cup and began the aris
from Ia Boheme.
GRO BE CONTrNUED)