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MACGEW ;
Piciui'es
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"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
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^ 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
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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
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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
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! 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."
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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. If you
f'o I'M hike br.ck to little ojd New
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Tlie smallest of mammals are the pws
? noctural. mouselike crones
that hunt for worms and Insects
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