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11 Ji i PLACERHONEY JOCKS [: HAEOLDjIfi ! MACGEW ; Piciui'es CD. i I "This Mr. Couruandt." "Oh, I didn't pay much attention to him," carelessly. Hut once alone with Celeste, she seized her by the arm, a little roughly. "Celeste, I love you *1 T 1mAU. l??l + ^ ueiier luuu any uumuci * nuu if you ever discuss that man in my presence again, 1 shall cease to regard you even as an acquaintance. He has come here for the purpose of annoying me, though he promised the prefect in Paris never to annoy me again." "The prefect!" "Yes. The morning I left Versailles I met him in the private office of the """ ^ was only a woman, so I didn't count." "Nora, if I have meddled in any way," proudly, "it has been because I love you, and I see you unhappy. You have nearly killed mo with your sphinx-like actions. You have never asked me the result of my spying for you that night. Spying is not one of my usual vocations, but I did it gladly for you." "You gave him my address?" coldly, j "I did not. I convinced him that I i had come at the behest of Flora Deslxnone. He demanded her address, which I gave him. If ever there was a man in a fine rage, it was he as he left me to go there. If he found out where we lived, the Calabrian assisted him. I spoke to him rather plainly at tea. He said that he had had nothing whatever to do with the aWuction, and I believe him. I am positive that he is not the kind of man to go ||it U-jgsk She Picked Up the Violets. that far and not proceed to the end. ; And now, will you Dlease tell Carlos to bring my dinner to my room?" The impulsive Irish heart was not j to be resisted. Nora wanted to remain ' firm, but instead she swept Celeste I into her arms. "Celeste, don t be angry! I am very, very unhappy." If the Irish heart was impulsive, the ' French one was 110 less so. Celeste wanted to cry out that she was ti.v , happy, too. - "I;wA bother to d.ressj Just give m ILL UP THE EMPTY SCUTTLE kith our coal and you will be assured f fine fir*1 for either heating or cookng purposes. Perfect combustion uakes it at once the best and most conomical. You pay for neither dirt or stones when you buy coal here, tist for coal and the best that ever ame out of a mine. H. L. POWE your hair a pat or two. We'll an cure* dino on the balcony." Celeste flew to her room. Nora went ovor to the casement window and stared at the darkening mountains. When she turned toward the dresser she was astonished to find two boutjuets. One was an enormous hunch ctf violets. The other was of simple margueritiea. She picked up the vio ets. There was a card without a lame; but the phrase scribbled across :he face of it was sufficient. She flung die violets far down into the grape Fines neiow. ine action was wnuuui inger, excited rather by a contemptu3U8 indifference. As for the simple marguerites, she took them up gingerly. The arc these described through the air was even greater than that performed by the violets. "I'm a silly fool, I suppose," she murmured, turning back into the room again. It was ten o'clock when the colonel bade his guests good night as they tumbled out of his motor boat. They were in more or less exuberant spirits, for the colonel knew how to do two things particularly well: order a dinner, and avoid the many traps set for him by scheming mammas and eligible widows. Abbott, the Ilarone and Harrigau, arm in arm, marched on ahead, whistling one tune in three different keys, while Courtlandt set the pace for the padre. All through the dinner the padre had watched and listened. Faces were generally books to him. and Ire read in this young man's face many things that pleased him. This was no night ~r\vaf a fnrJ nvop U'inft and WOmfH. a spendthrift. He straightened out the lines and angles in a man's face as a skilled mathematician elucidates an intricate geometrical problem. H.e had arrrveu .it the Sasfc'tncys'ieaiiWllflrc" men who live mostly out of doors are not volatile and irresponsible, but are more inclined to reserve, to reticence, to a philosophy which is broad and comprehensive and generous. They are generally men who are accomplishing things, and who let other people tell about it. Thus, the padre liked Courtlandt's voice, his engaging smile, his frank unwavering eyes; and he liked the leanness about the jaws, which was indicative of strength of character. In fact, he experienced a singular jubilation as he walked beside this silent man. "There has been a grave mistake somewhere," he mused aloud, thoughtfully. "I beg your pardon," said Courtlandt. "I beg yours. I was thinking aloud. How long have you known the Harrigans?" "The fathf r and mother I never saw before today." "Then you hare met M'ss Harrigan?" "I have seen her on the stage." "I have the happiness of being her confessor." They proceeded quite as far as a hundred yards before Courtlandt volunteered: " That must be interesting." "She is n good Catholic." "Ah. yes; 1 recollect now." "And you?" "Oh. I haven't any religion such a3 requires my presence in churches. Don't misunderstand me! As a boy I was bred in the Episcopal church; but I have traveled so mucn that I have drifted out of the circle. I find that when I am out in the open, in the heart of some great waste, such as a desert, a sea, the top of a mountain. I can see the greatness of the r\ nri/i hum. vsiiiu 1 |iui trill 1?1I 1IIUI r- iimiit uuu uuaubJv than within the walls of a cathedral." "Hut God Imposes obligations upon mankind. We have ceased to look upon the hermit as a holy man, but rather as one devoid of courage. It Is not the stone and the stained windows; it is the text of our daily work, that the physical being of the church represents." "I have not avoided any of my obligations." Courtlandt shifted his stick behind his back. "I was speaking of the church and the open field, as they impressed me." "You believe in the tenets of Christianity?" "Surely! A man must pin his faith and hope to something more stable than humanity." "I should like to convert you to my way of thinking," simply. "Nothing is impossible. Who knows?" The padre, as they continued on??..1 -W - * ! ward, offered many "openings, "but the i young man at his side refused to be ; | drawn into any confidence. So the' I padre gave up. for the futility of his 1 efTorts became irksome. His own lips ! | were sealed, so he could not ask point j i blank the question that clamored at the tip of his tongue. "So you are Miss Harrigan's con- i fessor?" "Does it strike you strangely?" "Merely the coincidence." "If I were not her confessor I should ' take the liberty of asking you some i questions." "It is quite possible that I should decline to answer them." The padre shrugged. "It is patent; to me that you will go about this af- j fair in your own way. I wish you ' well." \rr\ 11 Ac? \fica IlarHfan'S confessor you doubtless know every- i thing but the truth." The padre laughed this time. The shops were closed. The open resI taurants by the water front held but i few idlers. The padre admired the' young man's independence. Most men ( would have hesitated not a second to j pour the tale into his ears in hope of j material assistance. The padre's admiration was equally proportioned! J with respect. "I leave you here." he said. "You; j will see me frequently at the villa." "1 certainly shall bo there frequent- j j ly. Good night." I Courtlandt quickened his pace wnicb I soon brought him alongside the others. I ' They stopped in front of Abbott's pen-! J sion, and he tried to persuade them I to come up for a nightcap. "Nothing to it, my hoy," said Har-j rigan. "I need no nightcap on top ot j j cognac. & years old. For me that's ! a whole suit of pajamas." "You come, Ted." "Abbey, I wouldn't climb those stairs . for a bottle of Horace's Falernian, j served on Seneca's famous citron I table." "Not a friend In the world," Abbott lamented. Laughingly tbev hustled him into the hallway and fled. Then Courtiundt j went his way alone. He slept with i ! the dubious satisfaction that the first day had not gone badly. The wedge ' had been entered. It remained to be seen If it could be dislodged. Harrigan was in a happy temper. He kissed his wife and chucked Nora un. der the chin. And then Mrs. Harri1 gan launched the thunderbolt which, i several hours, I none of its ability to blight and scorch, j "James, you are about as hopeless a man as ever was born. You all but : disgraced us this afternoon." J "Mother!" I "Me?" cried the bewildered Harrigan. "Look at those tennis shoes; one What She Saw Was a Beautiful Uncut Emerald. white string and one brown one. It's enough to drive a woman mad. What i in heaven's name made you come?" Perhaps it was the after effect of a j good dinner, that dwindling away of i pleasant emotions; perhaps it was tho ! very triviality of the offense for which j he was thus suddenly arraigned; at any rate, he lost his temper, and he was rather formidable when that oocurred. "Damn it, Molly, I wasn't going, but | Courtlandt asked me to go with him, | and I never thought of my shoe's. You j are always finding fault with me theso j days. I don't drink, I don't gamble, I don't run around after other women; j ! I never did. Dut since you've got this | social bug in your bonnet, you keep no* on hooks all the while. Nobobdy ! noticed the shoe strings; and they i would have looked upon it as a joke if they had. After all, I'm the boss ! of this ranch. If I want to wear a i white string and a black one, I'll do ' it. Here!" He caught up a book on Boclal usages and threw it out of the window. "Don't ever shove a thing like that undet my nose again. 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