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rn rememDer that. But we were talktug of airships." "I was" retorted Courtlandt. "You were the man who started the powwow." He looked down into the street with sudden interest. "Who "Is that?" The colonel and Abbott hurried across the room. "What did 1 say, Abbott? I told you I saw him. He's crazy; fact. Thinks he can travel around incognito when there Isn't a magazine on earth that hasn't printed his picture." "Well, why shouldn't he travel around if he wants to?" asked Courtlandt coolly. ^ The colonel nudged the artist. — I "There happens to be an attraction ; In Bellagglo," said Abbott irritably. "The moth and the candle," supplemented the colonel, peering over Courtlandt's shoulder. "He's well set np," grudgingly admitted the old fel- | low. "The moth and the candle," mused Courtlandt. "That will be Nora Harri- i gan. How long has this infatuation been, going on?" "Year and a half." "And the other side?" "There isn't any other side," ex ploded the artist. "She's worried to death. Not a day passes but some scurrilous penny-a-liner springs some ! yarn, some beastly Innuendo. She's i been dodging the fellow for months. ' In Paris last year she couldn't move without running into him. This year > she changed her apartment, and gave j orders at the Opera to refuse her ad- j dress to ail who asked for it. Conse- ! quently she had some peace. I don't ' know why It is, but a woman in public ! life seems to be a target." "The penalty of beauty, Abby. Home- | ly women seldom are annoyed, unless ' they become suffragists." The colonel j poured forth a dense cloud of smoke, j "What brand is that. Colonel?" I asked Courtlandt, choking. The colonel generously produced his pouch. "No. no! I was about to observe that it Isn't ambrosia." "Rotter!" The soldier dug the offender in the ribs. "1 am going to have the Harrigans over for tea this afternoon. Come over! You'll like the family. The girl is charming; and the father is a sportsman to the backbone. Some silly fools laugh behind his back, but never before his face. 'And my word, I know rafts of gentlemen who are not fit to stand in his shoes." "I should like to meet Mr. Harrigan." Courtlandt returned his gaze to the window once more. ». "And his daughter?" said Abbott, curiously. "Oh, surely!" "I may count on you, then?" The colonel stowed away the offending brier. "And you can stay to dinner." TU take the dinner end of the Invitation." was the reply. "I've got to go over to Menagglo to aee about some papers to be signed. If 1 can make the three o'clock boat in returning, you'll see me at tea Dinner at all events. I'm oft." Courtlandt walked up the street leisurely, idly pausing now and then before the shop windows. Apparently he had neither object nor destination; yet his mind was busy, so busy in tact that he looked, at the various curios without truly seeing them at all. A delicate situation, which needed the lightest handling, confronted him. He must wait for an overt aot, then he might prpceed as he pleased. How really helpless he was! He could not force her hand because she held all the cards and he none. Yet he was determined this time to play the game to the e'nd, even ir the task was equal to all those of Hercules rolled lato one, and none of the gods on his aide. At the hotel he asked for his mall, and was given a formidable packet which, with a sigh of discontent, he slipped Into a pocket, strolled out Into the garden by the water, and sat down to read. To his surprise there was a note, without stamp or postmark. He opened it, mildly curious to learn who it was that had discovered his presence in Bellagglo so quickly. The envelope contained nothing mSre than a neatly folded bank note for one hundred francs. He eyed it stupidly. What might this mean? He unfolded it and smoothed it out across his knee, and the haze of puzzlement drifted away. Three bars from La Boheme. He laughed. So the little lady of the Taverne Royale was in Bellagglo! CHAPTER VIII. Marguerltss and Emeralda Bj . eleven o'clock Courtlandt had finished the reading of his mall, and was now ready to, bunt for the little - lady of the Taverae Royale. it was necessary to find her. The whereabouts of Flora Demimone was of vital - hnpprtaaaa. If she had not yet arrived, the pass suss «r bar friend proaaped her alttomta antes L ^ Me mm sad pssmtn on riaqeeet.

saw a dachel wrathfully challenging c- a cat on the balcony pf the adjoining building. The cat knew, and so did a the puppy, that it was all buncofffbe on the puppy's part; the usual Euroit pean war scare, in which one of the " belligerent parties refused to come d down because it wouldn't have been worth while, there being the usual j powers ready to intervene. Courtlandt did sot bother about the cat; the 0 PUPPJ' claimed his attention. He was 3 very fond of dogs. So he reached down suddenly and put an end to the 1 \ sharp challenge. The dacbel struggled ! valiantly, for this breed of dog does toot make friends easily. _ | "I say, you little Dutchman, what's 3 j the row? I'm not going to hurt you. Funny little codger! To whom do you ^ i belong?" He turned the collar around, r J read the inscription, and gently put t the puppy on the ground. I- Nora Harrigan! I His immediate Impulse was to walk 1 on. but somehow this impulse refused i. to act on his sense of locomotion. He i 1 waited, dully wondering what was goI Ing to happen when she came out He j bad left her room that night in Paris, vowing that he would never intrude ; I on her again. With the recollection > of that bullet whizzing past his ear, 3 he had been convinced that the play 3 ; was done. True, she had testified s ; that it had been accidental, but never , . - would he forget the look in her eyea - 3 ' It was not pleasant to remember. And r m. i .

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still, as the needle is drawn by the magnet, here he was, in Bellagglo. He cursed his weakness. ■ . . Ah, voices! He stepped aside quickly. "Fritz, Fritz; where are you?" And a moment later she oame out, followed by her mother . . and the little lady of the Taverne Royale. DM Nora see him? It was impossible to ! teH. She simply Hooped and gathered : up the puppy, who struggled determinedly to lick her faoe. Courtlandt j lifted his hat It was In nowise of- j fered as an aot of recognition; It was merely the merhsniciel oourtesy that j a man generally pays to any woman . In whose path he chances to be for the breath of a second. The three women in immaculate white, ha ties a, but with ' sunshades, passed on down the street "Nora, who was that?" asked Mrs Harrigan. "Who was who?" countered Nora, snuggling the wriggling dachel under her arm and throwing the sunshade across her shoulder. "That fine-looking young man who stood by the door as we passed out He raised his hat" "Oh, bother! I was looking at Fritz." Celeste searched her face keenly, 1 but Nora looked on ahead serenely; not a quiver of an eyelid, not the slightest change in color or expression. "She did not see him!" thought the musician, curiously stirred. She knew her friend tolerably well. It would have been impossible for her to have seen that man and not to have given evidence of the fact In short Nora had spoken truthfully. She had seen a man dressed in white flannels and canvas shoeB, but hei j eyes had not traveled so far as his face. Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibuB up to the villa. It was generally too much of a climb for her. Nora and Celeste preferred to walk. "What am I going to do. Celeste? .Be is here, and over at Cadenahbls last night I had a terrible scene with .him. . In heaven's name, why cant ttujy let me her -!&tr,tator -r#A"Why not speak to your father?" "And haps a fiififlBJLx^lch^vttld

g appear In -every newspaper in the g world? No, thank you. There Is d enough scandalous stuff being printed e as it is, and 1 am helpless to prevent >• it" e As the climb 6tarts off stiffly, there e wasn't much inclination in either to n talk. Celeste had come to one deil cislon, and that was that Nora should .t find out Courtlandt's presence here in , e Bellagglo herself. When they arrived j s at the villa gates. Celeste offered a d suggestion. e "You could easily stop all this rumor j d and annoyance." s "And, pray, howf "Marry." s "I prefer the rumor and annoyance, j l I hate men. Most of them are beasts." j u "You are prejudiced." 1, If Celeste expected Nora to reply j that she had reason, she was disap- j 1 pointed. Nora quickened her pace, that was all. At luncheon Harrigan Innocently * threw a bomb Into camp by inquiring: a "Say. Nora, who's this chump Herr e Rosen? He was up here last night *" and again this morning. I was going • to offer him the cot on the balcony, '• but I thought I'd consult you first." 6 "Herr Rosen!" exclaimed Mrs. Har8 rlgan, a flutter In her throat. "Why, '• i that's ..." r j "A charming young man who wishes d me to sign a contract to sing to him r I In perpetuity." interrupted Nora, press- '• ing her mother's foot warningly. "Well, wbv don't you fnarry hlin?" laughed Harrigan. "There's worse I things than frankfurters and Bauer- ! kraut." "Not that I can think of Just now," I returned Nora. | Harrigan declared that he would not go over to Caxley-Wehstpr's to tea. "But I've promised for. you!" ex- | postulated his wife. "And he admires i i you so." "Bosh! You women can gad about as much as you please, but I'm in wrong when it cornea to eating sponge cake and knuckling my knees under a dinky willow table." The women departed at three, for l there was to be tennis until five o'clock. When Harrigan was reason- . ably sure that they were half the dlsI tance to the colonel's villa, he put on | his bat, whistled to the dachel, ai)A~ ' together they took the path to the : village. "We'd look One drinking tea, wouldn't we. old scout?" reaching down and tweaking the dog's velvet ears. "They don't understand, and it's no nse trying to make 'em. Nora gets aa near as possible. Herr Rosen! Now, where have I seen his phiz before? r~i wish I had a real man to talk to. Abbott sulks half the time, and the Barone can't get a Joke nnv less it's driven in with a mallet On j your way, old Scout, or I'll step on yon. Lets see if we can hoof it down 8 to the village at a trot without taking 8 the count" He had but two errands to execute. 9 The first was accomplished expeditely in the little tobacconist's shop under the arcade, where the purchase of a ^ box of Mlnghettl cigars promised later 9 solace. The second errand „took time ; and deliberation. He stndled the long J shelves of Tauchnitz. Having red oor- | puscles in superabundance, he natur- " | ally preferred them in his literature, I in the same quantity, j I "Ever read this?" asked a pleasant ( j voice from behind. Indicating "Rodney j ! Stone" with the ferrule of a cane. I Harrigan looked up. "No. What's ' It about r ! 1 "Best story of the London prize ring ever written. You're Mr. Harrigan, aren't you?" I "Yes," diffidently. ' "My name is Edward Courtlandt. If ' I am not mistaken, you were a great s friend of my father's." "Are you Dick Courtlandt's boy?" , "I am." "Well, say!" Harrigan held out hie hand and was gratified to encounter I a man's grasp. "So you're Edward ; Courtlandt? Now, what do you think 1 of that! Why, your father was the best sportsman I ever met Square as , they make 'em. Not a kink anywhere in his make-up. He used to come to \ the bouts In his plug hat and dress suit; always had a seat by the ring. I 1 could hear him tap with his cane , when there happened to be a bit oi , pretty sparring. He was no slouch himself when it came to putting on : the mitts. Many' s the time I've bad , a round or two with him in my old i gymnasium. Well, well! It's good to i 1 see a man again. I've seen your name j in the papers, but I never knew you i i was Dick's boy. You're got an old i j grizzly's head In your dining room I at home. Some day I'll tell you how it got there, when you're not in a i hurry. I went out to Montana for a scrap, and your dad went along. After the mill waa over, we went hunting. Come ap to the villa and meet the folk*. . . . Hang forgot They're up to Cariey-Weketers to tea; piffle water and sticky, Sponge cake. 1 want you to meet my wife and daeghter." -I should be very pluaaed to meed them." fe tfcia vut Ifen*

1 "Won't you come along wJW me to the colonel's?" with sndden lnaplra- | tion. Here was an opportunity not I to be thrust aside lightly. "Why, I Just begged off. They won't he expecting me now." I "All the better. I'd rather have you introduce me to your family than to i have the colonel. As a matter of fact, | I told him I couldn't get np. Bat I • changed my mind. Come along." The I first rift In the storm-packed clouds; and to meet her through the kindly ! offices of this amiable man who was 1 ' her father! | "But the pup and the cigar box?" i "Send them up." I Harrigan eyed his own spotless , flannels and compared them with the ( ; other's. What waa good enough for I the son of a millionaire was certainly good enough for him. Besides. Jt ' I would be a bully good Joke on Nora • ! and Molly. 9 "You're on!" he cried. Here was a | ' lark. He turned the dog and the , J i purchases over to the proprietor, who i promised that they should arrive ln- . stantiy at the villa | Then the twp men sought the quay ! to engage a boat. They walked shoui- | der to shoulder, flat-backed, with sup- ! pie swinging limbs, tanned faces and I clear animated eyea Perhaps Harri- | I gan was 10 or 15 pounds heavier, but j the difference' would have been co- ; | ticeable only "upon the scales. ( r | "Padre, my shoe pinches," said Nor* I j with a pucker between ber eyea. ' 1 "My child," replied the padre, "never r ' carry your vanity into a shoemaker's j , shop. The happiest man Is he who r walks In loose shoes." "If they are his own, and not in- . herited." quickly. f The padre laughed quietly. He was ' ' very fond of this new-found daughter K ' of his. Her spontaneity, her bloom- t ing beauty, her careless observation of convention, her independence, bad cap- (! tlvated him. Sometimes he -believed R t that he thoroughly understood her, i when all at once he would find himself mentally peering into some dark " corner into which the penetrating light of hl8 usually swift deduction could i throw no glimmer. She possessed the sins of the butterfly and the latent possibilities of a Judith. She was the most Interesting feminine problem he had in his long years encountered. The mother mildly amused him. for he could discern the character that she was sedulously striving to batten down beneath inane social usages and formalities. Some day she would revert to the original type, and then he would be glad to renew the acquaintance. In rather a shamefaced way (a sen- , satlon he could not quite analyze) he * . loved the father. The pugilist will _ always embarrass the scholar and ex- , cite a negligible envy; for physical t perfection is the most envied of all nature's gifts. The padre was short, thick-set, and inclined toward stoutness in the region of the middle button --'or his cassock. But he waa active ' | enough for all purposes. "I have had many wicked thoughts J lately," resumed Nora, turning her | gaze away from the tennis player*. She and the padre were sitting on the lower steps of the veranda. The others were loitering by the nets. "The old plaint disturbs you?" "Yes." "Can you not cast It out wholly?" "Hate has many tentacles." "What produces that condition of mind?" meditatively. "Is It because we have wronged somebody?" Or because somebody has wronged us?" "Or misjudged us, by us has been misjudged?" 6oftly. "Good gracious!" exclaimed Nora, springing up. "What Is ltr "Father is coming up the path!" "I am glad to see him. But I do not recollect having seen the face of the man with him.'.' The lithe eagerness went out of Nora's body Instantly. Everything seemed to grow cold, as if .she had become enveloped in one of those fogs that suddenly blow down menacingly from hidden icebergs. Fortunately the Inquiring eyes of the padre were not directed at her. He was here, not a dozen yards away, coming toward her, her father's arm in his! After what had passed be had dared! It was not often that Nora Harrigan was subjected to a touch of vertigo, but at this moment she felt that if she stirred ever so little she must fall. The stock whence she had sprung, however, was aggressive and fearless; and by the time Courtlandt had reached the outer markings of the courts, Nora was physically herself again. The advan - tage of the meeting would be his. That was indubitable. Any mistake on her part would be playing into his hands, i If only she had known! "Let as go and meet them, padre," j I she said quietly. With her father, her mother and the others, the lnevlt- 1 able Introduction would be shorn ol Its danger. What Celeste might think was of no great importance; Celeste j had been tried and her loyalty proved | Where had her father met him, and ; C what diabolical stroke - of fate had b made him brlrg this man up here? "Nora!" .It waa her mother calling. She put her arm through the padre's, and they went forward leisurely. "Why, father, I thought you weren't coming," said Nora. Her voice was without a tremor. p The padre hadn't the least idea that a volcano might at any moment open ™ up at his side He stalled benignly. "Changed my mind;* said Harrigan. -Wewu MoUg. I y**.ta Mr. - He vm on Ms Mr «t>N, » I *m» i he i ■ >to i ifij

SHElA- FISH MEETING IN * | Atlantic -wry. Topics of interest to those engaged in I the shell fish indsutry were discussed at ' the sixth annual convention of the Si 1 tional Association of .Shell Fiah Com-ji missioners held in Atlantic City on i May 7th to Oth. The delegates were' Welcomed by Mayor Willam Kiddle and i the response will be made by the Honorable John Cimft, president of the Nation-, al Association of Alabama. _j Other i speakers will be Dr. George W. Field, of I Massachusetts ; Dr. R. B. Fit* Randolph, of the/ New -Jersey Board 1 of Health Dr. Julius Nelson, biologist i of. the Staty Bureau of Shell Fisheries ; | Frederick PJ Gorham. of Brown University; Lester/ A. Round, of Rhode Island; i I Dr. H. F. Moore and others. i Governor James F. Filder and other I prominent state off" cials were present at I the banquet Friday evening. ] o- I FRECKLES jt Hide Them With a Veil; Remove : Them With Othine Prescription. This prescription for the removal of freckles was written by a prominent physician and is usually so successful in removing freckles and giving a clear, refund the money if it fails. Pharmacy under guarantee to Tefund the miney if it fails. Don't hide your freckles under a veil;get an ounce of othine and remove them. Even the first few applications should show a wonderful improvement, some of ' the lighter freckles vanishing entirely. Be sure to ask the druggist for the double strength othine; it is this that is sold on the money-back guarantee.

I WATER MAIN IN NEW JERSEY AVENUE. ADVERTISEMENT. 8ealed t.ci will be received by the j City ( ouncil of the City of Cape May at J the City Hall at 8JW P. \L, on May 25th, 'l»H. for the laying of approximately I 676 lineal :.-et of six inch east iron water main and - uing two three-way five inch Matthew's fire hydrants, all in New Jersey Avenue and all to include valve* that are necessary in the construction. A certified check made payable to S. B. Wilson, City Treasurer, to the amount of not less than 15% of the bid price must accompany bid. Specifications may be seen at the offici of the City Recorder and plans and specifications can be obtained there on the deposit of $2.(10, which will be returned to the bidrfef'on the surrender of plans and specifications in good condij tion. The City Council expressly reserve the : right to reject any or all bids. SAMUEL F. BAILEY, Chairman of the Committee on j 6-16-2t Fire and Water. i - M. H. WARE 516 WA8HIMGT0I 8T. Hardware Fishing Tackle Cutlery and House* Furnishings Kfjuotf 114 X -

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