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i CHAPTER V.
ft The Bird Behind Bars.
A The most beautiful blue Irish eyes
B to the' world gazed out at the dawn
^ft which turned night-blue into day-bine.
and paled the stare. Rosal lay the un*
-delating horizon, presently to burst in^^ft
to living flame, transmuting the dull
steel bars of the window into fairy
gold, that trick of alchemy so futilely
sought by man. There was a window
at the north and another at the south,
likewise barred; but the Irish eyes
never sought these two. It was from
the east window only that they could
see the long white road that led to
^^^^^ft The nightingale was trulv caeeri.
But the wild heart of the eagle beat
in this nightingale's breast, and the
eyes burned as fiercely toward the
east as the east burned toward the
wrest. Sunday and Monday, Tuesday
and Wednesday and Thursday, today;
and that the five dawns were singular
In beauty and that she had never
in her life before witnessed the creation
of five days, one after another,
made no impression upon her sense of
. the beautiful, so delicate and receptive
Ir ordinary times. She was conscious
within her the cup of wrath was
I^B^^^^^^Boverflowing. Of other things, such as
^^^^^^^^Hpating and sleeping and moying about
her cage (more like an eagle lnthan
a n<?hHn?U\ a
' WUt ICUV/O
blunted her perception.
>h, hot he shall pay, he shall pay!"
murmured, striving to loosen ite
with her small, white, helpless
Is. The cry seemed to he an art*
, tor through all tfceee fonr maday
days she had vetoed it?now
End deadly with hade, now full11*
bWW?*WWW broken by
11
ery beverage revig^r,
refreshment,
COMPMY
l jjt' '
iobs of despair. "Will you never i
tome, bo that I may tell you how base
md vile you are?" ahe further ad- 1
mm
"Oh, but He ChalHPay, He 8hall Pay."
wlih them the mchent he <came. But
he came not Monday, nor Tuesday,
nor Wednesday. .Tie suspense was to
her mind diabolical. She began to'understand;
he intended to keep her
there till he was sur^ that her spirit
was broken, then he would come.
Break her spirit? She laughed wildly.
Hn ronld hrpnU h*?r ?nli-u nr? mnro
easily than she could W" lak these
bars. To bring her to V?eilles upon
an errand of mercy! he was
capable of anything.
She was not particularly distressed
because she knew that it wd^ld not be
possible for her to sing again until the
following, winter In New York. She
had sobbed too much, with her face
burled in the pillow. Had thjpe sobs
been born of weakness, all migftt have
been - well; but rage had mothered
mem, ana mug ner voice was in a
very bad way. This morning she was
noticeably hoarse, and there whs a
break In the arietta. No, she dld\not
fret over this aide of the calamity. The
ting of it all lay In the fact that she
had been outraged in the matter
Iprlaal to eiM her Immediate
to be avenged.
Nora, aa she stood In the fall morning
sunlight, was like to gladden the
jjU of all mankind. flh'? -??- "
_ MMW new WWlil*
| ful, and all adjectives applicable would
but serve to confuse rather than to
embellish her physical excellence. She
was as beautiful as a garden rose Is,
Heeding no defense, no ramparts of
cloying phrases. The day of poets is
gone, otherwise she wpuld have been
sung in cantos. She wae tall, shapely,
deep-bosomed* fine-skinned. Critics,
in praising her charms, delved into
mythology and folk-lore for comparisons,
until there wasn't a goddess left
on Olympus or on Northland's icy
capes; and when theee Images became
a little shop-worp, referred to certain
masterpieces of the old fellows who
had left nothing more to be said .in
oils. Nora enjoyed it all.
She had not been happy in the selection
of her stage name; but she had
chosen Eleonora da Toscana because
she believed there was good luck in
it Once, long before the world knew
of her, ehe had returned home from
Italy unexpectedly. "Molly, here's
Nora, from Tuscany!" her delighted
father had cried; who at that time
had a nebulous idea that Tuscany was
somewhere in Ireland because it had a
Celtic ring to it. Being filled with love
of Italy, its tongue, its hiBtory, its
physical beauty, she naively trans- '
lated "Nora from Tnscany" into Ital- 1
ian, and declared that when she went s
upon the stage ehe would ho irn/w 1
by that name. There had" been some
smiling aver the pseudonym; but '
Nora was Irish enough to cling to it. !
By and by the great music-loving pub- i
lie ceased to concern itself about her i
name; it was her fresh beauty and
her wonderful voice they craved to see
and hear. Kings and queens, em- C
perors and empresses, princes and
princesses?what Is called royalty and ,
nobility in the newspapers freely gave j
her homage. Quite a rise in the world i
for a little girl who had once lived in
a shabby apartment in New York and j
run barefooted on the wet asphalts, T
summer nights!
But Nora was not recalling the (
lappy scenes of her childhood; in- (
ieed, no; she was still threatening .
Paris. Once there, she would not lack
'or reprisals. To have played on her
pity! To have made a lure of her
ender concern for the unfortunate! |
toHMWuld sh^J^gatafuCh baflW
^^^^^^^HH^^^^PPPHrabeenT y
HP^S^Rrthongffiulness to all I
ith whom she had come in contact. i J
ut from now on! . . Her fin- j. <
bio VI^ULVUCU 1VIUUU IUC iiaio. one
light have posed as Dido when she
arned that the noble Aeneas was
ead. War, war; woe to the moths who
uttered about her head hereafter!
Ah, but had she been happy? Her
ands 6lid down the bars. Her exression
changed. The mouth drooped,
tie eagle-light in her eyes dimmed,
'rom out the bright morning, somewhere,
had come weariness, and with
his came weakness, und finally, tears.
She heard the key turn in the lock,
'hey had never come so early before.
>he was astonished to see that her
ailer did not close the door as usual,
-le put down the breakfast tray on the
able. There was tea and toast and
ruit.
"Mademoiselle, there has been a ter- I
ihle miKtnke " Rntrl the mr>n hnmhlv I
"Ah! So you have found that out?" "
she cried.
"Yes. You are not the person for
whom this room was Intended." Which j
was ^ialf a truth and perfectly true,
paradoxical as it may seem. "Eat your
breakfast in peace. You are free,
mademoiselle."
"Free? You will not hinder me if 1
walk through that door?"
"No, mademoiselle. On the contrary.
1 shall be very glad, and so will (
my brother, who guards you at night.
I repeat, there has been a frightful mistake.
Monsieur Champeaux . . ."
"Monsieur Champeaux?" Nora was
bewildered. She had never heard this
name before.
"He calls himself that," was the diplomatic
answer.,
All Nora's eusplclons took firm
ground again. "Will you describe this
Monsieur Champeaux to me?" asked
the actresB coming into life.
"He is short, dark, and old, mademoiselle."
"Ra,ther is he not tall, blond and
voung?" ironically.
The jailer concealed what annoyance
he felt. In his way he was Just
as capable an actor as she was. The
accuracy of her description startled
him; for the affair had been carried
out so adroitly that he had been positive
that until her real captor apI
ohe Ho In
[ dark regarding his identity. And bere
she had hit it off In less than a dozen
words. Oh, well; It did not matter
now. She might try to make it unpleasant
for his employer, but he
doubted the ultimate success of her
attempts. However, the matter was at
an pnd as far as he was concerned.
"Hare you thought what this means T
rJon. It Is a crime you have
pwntshable by lO?l?Wi 1
. ii a
VHEE! NO SPRING FEVE
Oil
Vonderful ROOT JUICE C
Tired, Lazy, "All-in" Fee
< Builds You Up. Fine
Guararn
Now'b the time to give your body E
s well as your house a good, old- p
ishionad reuova?ing from top to bot- 11
-om. You need It,
tnd need it badly.
Svefybody does.
fou've been storng
up filth and
mpurl.les all win
er and your whole {[
system is clog- "d \>f
ap. Your blood is ^>|
hick and impure; //%
,our stomach, liv- f
t, bowels and J
Sidneys are half ' A I V
lsleep. No wonder -yyvA jLfo,
you feel lazy and WJJL.^ , _4a'f> \
tired and "good- Wt
for-nothing." a
Get a few doses (T 1 \ ft .?
of ROOT JUICE in W\L
to you?that gtand
new tonic made of
Nature's own ras- , _
tora.ives?and sea "That HOOT JflCE
What In n. n ,? ? ?. o III?rM Thin?
r v .. o. n? "?
i'ou'll think Nature has in some mi- y<
raculous way given you a brand new in
set of vital organs, and you'll feel fc
better than you've felt for months. a<
Glory, what a difference it wll
make! No more lazy feeling, no more lc
rather-go-to-sleep-than-work feeling, sc
iou'll get up in the morning rested, J!
jtight-eyed, clear-brained and ready it
Tor everything. And remember tais: y<
- ? cc
"I have been mademoiselle's jailer,
not her abductor. And when one is dt
poor and in need of money!" He
shrugged
"I will give you a thousand francs fr
"or the name and address of the man
who instigated this outrage." p(
Ah, he thought; then she wasn't so aB
lure? "I told you the name, mademoi- uc
telle. As for his address, I dare not gj.
//r^W3i s
y ^ blc
Have You Thought What This Means? {Jri
It Is Abduction!" sal
sa*
?ive it, not for ten thousand franco. hQ
iesides, I have said that there has Qg
jeen a mistake." .
"For whom have I been mistaken?"
"Who but Monsieur Champeaux's gc
Rife, mademoiselle, who is not in her tQi
right mind?" with Inimitable sadness. .
"Very well," said Nora. "You say 1
that I am free. That le all I want, th
freedom." Plr
"In twenty minutes the electric tram ai
leaves for Paris. You will recall, tl
mademoiselle," humbly, "that we have hi
taken nothing belonging to you. You ir
have your purse and hat and cloak, ai
The struggle was most unfortunate, tr
Rut, think, mademoiselle, think; we a;
thought you to be insane!" w
"Permit me to doubt that! And you w
are not afraid to let me go?" C;
"Not in the l';ast, mademoiselle. A jr
mistake has been made, and in telling t<
you to go at once, we do our best to d
rectify this mistake. It is only five tl
rn'iUJtes to the tram. A carriage is at j,
the door. Will mademoiselle be pleased 4
trt rompmhor that an have treated her n
with the utmost courtesy?" h
"I shall remember everything," ^
ominously. n
"Very good, mademoiselle. You will 0
be In Paris before nine." With this
he bowed and backed out of the room
as though Nora had suddenly made a j
distinct ascension In the| scale of lm- c
portance.
"Wait!" she called. j
His face appeared in the doorway f
again. ,
"Do you know who I am?" l
"Since this morning, mademoiselle."
"That la all." .
Free! Her veins tingled (wlth
ftrtags exultation. He had lost his ,
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siH. 55*
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... . A
BAD BLOOD THIS YEA9
)uickly Overcomes
ling, Cleans the Blood^'flH
for Old Folk, too.
LOOTJUICE cleor.B out ftfce bloc^^^H
urifl.is it, stirs iii> that lazy
v'er, kidney and bowel action,
npw sLnam
tones
nerves, ?tv<^| H
new force andVl^^^H
fiw e a S H
j smoothly
Hm it^ H
PWW ROOT J U 'M
wnr) can ^ huri an)^^^R|
wonderful
w nation of -j
the oldest %
most reliable t
etable mcdljH^Bh
do
Was Surely than
ion. Father.* ever
iur You'll see a 1
i two or three days. I
>r rheumatism, kidney troum^^BH
;hes an dstomach troubles y^H^H
Get some right off a,nd try it. lW x
t any scheming druggist paliifW' *"
miething- else on you. Get ROfl
unjEJ, because it's guaranteed 4
*8 got td give results. You can
jur money bafclc If you want It.
tnsequences. Free! Monsieur Cj^M
;aux indeed! Cowardice waa 1 ]
ivelopment in his character. ' .
ten afraid to come. She dr^^H^
a. but did not touch the^^^^V
ult. There would be
breakfast when
hands
she on her
greatly concerned
le up her
sped out Into the
a awaited her. ?
I
t panicularrlsag^^PPi^^^^H^H
r. A gray wig canVoff. the lj^^H^^H
y side whiskers, Joe bushy
brows, revealing a clever face^^^^^^^^H
re than thirty, cunning, but hupM^^^^^I
ily cunning and anything but
lly. The painted scar aslant
le was also v obliterated.
ite the man thrust Xhe evidences
guise into a traveling bag. ran heri^^^HB
1 there through the rooms, all bar^^^^^H
1 unfurnished save the one with.th^^^^^H
s and the kitchen, which containe^^^H^B
:> cots and some booking utensi^^^^^^H
thing of importance had been
lind. locked the door and
the to the Place
ching the tram to Paris by a
n a minute.
Ml vftry' well done. She would
Paris 'k."fore the police made any fl
finite move: The one thinglhat dls- H
bed him w&s the thought of the V
tckhead of a chauffeur* who had got
jnk before his . return from Ver- jl
files. If he talked** well, he could '^J
v nothing beyond the fact that he uJ
d deposited the 3inger aTVdh^ipuse
directed. He knew posiHfei^^^j^^
i ut; iimu iHu.siit'ii ooitiy. a
nd frar.cs apicco for him and
inc. und no possible chanca of j
3 discovered. Let the police flndi
le house In Versailles; let them!
ace whatever pat as they found; the!
rent would tell them, and honestly,1
lat an aged man had rented the.
Duse for a njonth and had paid him
i advance. What more could the
gent say? Only one bit of puzzl6*
tent: why hadn't the blond stranger
ppeared? vvno was ne, in iruin,
hat had been his game? All thla^^^H
aiting and wondering, and then a.
urt telegram of the night before, saylg,
"Release her." So much the bet- ^B
sr. What his employer's motives were
id not interest him half so much a# flj
lie fact that he had a thousand francs iH
i his pocket, and that all element or
anger had been done away with- / ' ,
'rue, the singer herself would move- j
eaven and earth to And out who bad J
een back of the abduction. Let her ^
lake her accusations. He was out fl
f It ' fl
0 0
"Mademoiselle," said the great p??
Iceman soberly, "this Is a grave ac- -/m
usation to make." jM
"I make it, nevertheless," replied
4ora. She eat stiffly In her chair, her -J^H
ace colorless, dark circles under her'
syes. She never looked toward Conrt- fl|
"Bat Monslear Coartlandt has of'ered
an alibi such as we cannot Ir^H
lore. More than that, his in*egrlty|^^H
S lH?il for by the gantleoBA