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"Nora Harrigan!" "Molly Harrigan!" mimicked the incorrigible. "Mother mine, you must learn to recognize a jest." "Ah, but yours!" "Fine!" cried Celeste. As if to put a final period to the ' discussion, Nora began tfi bum audibly an aria from Aida. They engaged a carriage in the village and were driven up to the villa. On the way Mrs. Harrigan discussed the stranger. Edward Courtlandt. What a fine looking young man he was, and how adventurous, how well-connected, bow enormously rich, and what an ex- i cellent catch! She and Celeste— the one "innocently and the other provocatively—continued the subject fo the very doors of the villa. All the while Nora hummed softly. "What do you think of him, NoraT" the mother inquired. "Think of whom?" "This Mr. Courtlandt." "Ob, I didn't pay much attention to him," carelessly. But once alone with I Celeste, she seized her by the arm, a ! little roughly. "Celeste, I love you better than any outsider I know. But it you ever discuss that man in my presence again, I shall cease to regard you even as an acquaintance. He baa come here for the purpose of annoying me, though he promised the pre- ! feet in Paris never to annoy me again." "The prefect!" • "Yes. The morning-! left Versailles I met him in the private offlce~of the prefect. He had powerful friends who aided him in establishing an alibi. I | was only a woman, so I didn't count." ,. "Nora, if J hgye meddled Jn any j "way," proudly, "it has Ufeen because I love you, and I see you unhappy. You have nearly killed me with your sphinx-like actions. You have never asked me the result of my spying for , you that night. Spying is hot one of my usual vocations, but I did It gladly . for you." "You gave him my address?" coldly, j "1 did not. 1 convinced him that I bad come at the behest of Flora Desimone. 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 j at tea. He said that he had had noth- ! Ing whatever to do with the abduction, and I believe him. I am positive i that he is not the kind of man to go

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that far and not proceed to the end. And now, will you plea6e tell Carlos to bring my dinner to my room?" The impulsive Irish heart was not to be resisted. Nora wanted to remain firm, but instead she swept Celeste into her arms. "Celeste, don't l>e angry! 1 am very, very unhappy." If the Irish heart was impulsive, the French one was no less so. Celeste wanted to cry out that she was unhappy, too. "Don't bother to dress! Just give your hair a pat or two. We'll all three dine on the balcony." Celeste flew to her room. Nora went over to the casement window and stared at the darkening mountains. When she turned toward the dresser she was astonished to find two bouquets. One was an enormous buncb of violets. The other was of simple marguerities. She picked up the violets. There was a card without a name; but the phrase scribbled acrosB the face of it was sufficient She flung the violets far down into the grapevines below. The action was without anger, excited rather by a contemptuous 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

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 dlni ner, and avoid the many traps set for him by scheming mammas and ell- ! gible widows. Abbott, the Barone and Harrigan. arm in marched on ahead, whistling one tune in three i ! different keyB, while Courtlandt set the pace for the padre. ' All through the dinner the padre had i watched and listened. Faces were gen- j 1 erally books to him. and he read in 1 | this young man's face many things I j that pleased him. This was no night j 1 j rover, a fool over wine and women, a 1 | spendthrift. He straightened out the lines and angles In a man's face as a skilled mathematician elucidates an ! intricate geometrical problem. He had i arrived at the basic knowledge that | men who lire 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, j his frank unwavering eyes; and he I liked the leanness about the jaws, | which was indicative of strength of ! character. In fact, he experienced a , singular Jubilation as he walked be- . side this silent man. i "There has been a grave mistake ' somewhere," he mused aloud, thoughtI fully. ' "T beg your pardon," said Court- , landt. "1 beg yours. I was thinking aloud. How long have you known the Harrigans?" "The father and mother I never saw before today." "Then you have met Miss Harrigan?" "I have seen her on the stage." I "1 have the happinesB of being hei confessor." They proceeded quite as far as o hundred yards before Courtlandt vol unteered: "That must be interesting.;' "She is a good Catholic." "Ah, yes; I recollect now." "And you?" I "Oh, I haven't any religion such at I requires my presence in churches ! Don't misunderstand me! As a boj i I was bred in the Episcopal church; | but I have traveled so much thatel have drifted out of the circle. I find j that when I am out In the open, in ; I the heart of some great waste, such as a desert, a sea, the top of a mountain. 1 can see the greatness of the 1 Omnipotent far more clearly and bum- ■ bly than within the walls of a ca- ; | thedral." "But God imposes obligations upon mankind. We have ceased to look upon the hermit as a holy man, but i rather as one devoid of courage. It Is not the stone and the stained windows; it is the text of cur daily work, that the physical being of the church represents." "I have not avoided any of my obligations." Courtlandt shifted hl6 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 onward, offered many openings, but the young man at his side refused to be drawn into any confidence. So the padre gave up, for the futility of his - .efforts became irksome. His ow-n lips > were sealed, so be could not ask point black the question that clamored at : the tip of bis tongue, t "So you are Miss Harrigan's con- » fessor?" ! "Does it strike you strangely?" ' "Merely the coincidence." » "If I were not her confessor I should > take the liberty of asking you some - 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 aft fair in your own way. I wish you I well." "Thank you. As Miss Harrigan's r confessor you doubtless know every- - thing but the truth." 0 The padre laughed this time. The 0 shops «bre closed. The open re^- > tgurants by the water front held bub few idlers. The padre admired the 6 young man's independence. Most men 8 would have hesitated not a second to s pour the tale into his ears in hope of " material assistance. The padre'e adlt miration was equally proportioned '* with respect. 0 "I leave you bere." he said. "You £ will see me frequently at the villa." II "I certainly 6hall be there frequent11 ly. Good night." Courtlandt quickened his pace which 6 soon brought him alongside the others. a They stopped in front of Abbott's penslop, and he tried to. persuade them

to come up for a nightcap. t "Nothing tb it, my hoy," said Har- c rigan. "1 need no nightcap on top of c cognac 18 veara old For me that's , a whole suit of pajamas. ' ; "You come, Te*." j "Abbey, I wouldn't climb those stairs I for a bottle of Horace's Falernian, | served on Seneca's famous citron , , table." j<"" , "Not a friend In the world." Abbott ] lamented. ! Laughingly they hustled him into • . i the hallway and fled. Then Courtlandt . went his way alone. He slept with 1 : the dubious satisfaction that the first < J day had not gone badly. The wedge I had been entered. It remained to be , seen if it could be dislodged. t Harrigan was In a happy temper. He i kissed his wife and chuckqd Nora under the chin. And then. Mrs. Harri- i gan launched the thunderbolt which, i i having been held on the leash for | , several hours, had, for all cf that, lost i j none of Its ability to blight and scorch. I ; "James, you are about as hopeless | a man as ever was born.' You all but c . disgraced us this afternoon." "Mother!" [ j "Me?" cried the bewildered Harrigan. "Look at those tennis shoes; one .

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1 white string and one brown one. It's enough to drive a woman mad. What in heaven's name made you come?" Perhaps It was the after effect of a " i good dinner, that dwindling away of I pleasant emotions; perhaps it was the ' very triviality of the offense for which 1 he was thus suddenly arraigned; at ' any rate, he lost his temper, and he * was rather formidable when that oo curred. "Damn It, Molly, I wasiTt going, but j 1 Courtlandt asked me to go with him. 1 and I never thought of my shoes. You j ' are always finding fault with me these | c days. I don't drink. I don't gamble, ' ! I don't run around after other women; ' | I never did. But since you've got this ■ 1 social bug In your bonnet, you keep h ; me on books all the while. Nobobdy ; j noticed the shoe strings; and they | > would have looked upon it as a joke . 0 j if they had. After all, I'm the boss j of this ranch. If I want to wear a 7 white string and a black one. I'll do i It. Here!" He caught up a book on j " I social usages and threw It out of the - ' window. "Don't ever shove a thing 0 > like that under my nose again. If you 0 do, I'll hike back to little old New 0 York and start the gym again." 0 He rammed one of the colonel's per- » fectos (which he had been saving for t the morrow) between his teeth, and t stalked Into the garden. Nora was heartless enough to laugh. >- i "He hasn't talked like that to me in ! years!" Mrs. Harrigan did not know 1 what to do — follow him or weep. She I took the middle course, and went to 1 ' bed. a j Nora turned out the lights and sat out on the little balcony. The mooni | shine was glorious. So dense was the j earth blackness that the few lights t i twinkling here and there were more t- i like fallen stars. Presently she beard u I a sound. It was her father, returning i as silently as he could. She heard him s : fumble among the knickknacks on the | mantel, end then go away again. By | and to she saw a spot of white light e move biiher and thither among the P-j-gHfpe arbors. For five or six minutes b j she watched it dance. Suddenly all o j became' dark again. She laid her head n 1 upon the railing and "conned over the o day's events. These were not at all if satisfactory to her. Then her thoughts 1- j traveled many miles away. Six months d | of happiness, of romance, of play, and then misery end blackness, u "Nora, are you there?" r "Yes. Over here on the balcony, t- What were you doing down there?" "Oh, Ncra, I ra sorry I lost ipy temh per. But Molly s begun to nag me 3- lately, and I can't atand lt I went ; i- after that book. Did you throw some a flojvers out of the window?"

"A bunch of daisies?" "Marguerites." she corrected. "All the same to me. I pieced up I the bunch, and look at what I found I in side." | He extended his palm, flooding It with the light of his pocket lamp. Nora's heart tightened. What she saw was a beautiful uncut emerald. CHAPTER XI. "A Comedy with Music. The Harrigans occupied the suite | ' i In the east wing of the villa. This i ct nsistea of a la: ge drawing room and I { tv. o ample bedchambers, with window balconies and a private veranda in j the rear, looking o£ toward the- green of the ?i:ter and the metal-like luster of the copper beeches. It was raining, a fine, soft, blurring ' Alp:ne rain, and a blue-gray monotone ! prevailed upon the face of the Patera j and defied all save the keenest sent- < tiny to discern where the mountain . ended and the sky began. It was day for indoors, for dreams, good ' books, and good fellows. Here they all were. Mrs. Harrigan was deep in the Intricate maze of the . Amelia Are of Bologna, which, as the initiated know. Is a wonderful lace. By i one of the windows sat Nora, winding interminable yards of lace hemming from off the willing if aching digits of .the Barone, who was speculating as to what his Neapolitan club friends 1 would say could they see. by some 1 trick of crystal gazing, his present o 6- j cupation. Celeste was at the piano, ; i playing (pianissimo) snatches from \ • the operas, while Abbott looked on, , bis elbows propped upon his knees, chin In his palms, and a quality of ecstatic content In his eyes. "Play the fourth ballade," urged Abbott Celeste was really a great artist I As an interpreter of Chopin she had , no rival among women, and only one man was her equal. . She bad fire, ' , tenderness, passion, strength; she had beyond all these, soul, which is worth 1 more in true expression than the most marvelous technique. She had chosen . Chopin for his brilliance, as some will , , _chq9_se Turner ip preference to Corot: riots "of color, barbaric and tingling, i She was as great a genius In her way j as Nora was in hers. There was [ something of the elfin child in her | spirit. Whenever she played to Abbott, there was a quality in the ex- 1 pression that awakened a wonderment in Nora s heart. As Celeste began the andante, Nora signified to the Barone to drop his work. She let her own hands fall. ' Harrigan gently closed his book, for j lis that rough kindly soul of his lay a ] mighty love of music. He himself was : without expression of any sort, and somehow music seemed to stir the dim 1 and not quite understandable longing for utterance. Mrs. Harrigan alone | j went on with her work; she could - work and listen at the same time. | i After the magnificent finale, nothing j | In the room stirred but her needle. j "Bravo!" cried the Barone. breaking | the spell. ; "You never played that better," ! declared Nora. "That's some!" Harrigan beat his hands together thunderously. "Great I j stuff; eh. Barone?" j The Barone raised his hands as if to express his utter inability to des- 1 i cribe his sensations. His elation was j that ascribed to those fortunate mor j tais whom the gods lifted to Olympus. ; . At his feet lay the lace hemming, hope- j | lessiy snarled. "Father, father!" remonstrated Nora; 1 ' "you will wake up all the old ladies who are having, their siesta." "Bah! I'll bet a doughnut their ears | are glued to their doors. What ho! , Somebody's at the portcullis. Probably I ; the padre, come up for tea" I He was at the door Instantly. He j flung lt open heartily. It was char- . I acteristic of the man to open every-

, thing widely, his heart, his mind, his \ bate or bis affection. ! "Come in, come in! Just In time ] for the matinee concert." The padre was not alone. Courtlandt followed him in. "We have been standing in the cor- , ridor for ten minutes," affirmed the ; padre, sending a winning smile around 1 the room. "Mr. Courtlandt was for j going down to the bureau and sending ' up our cards. But I would not hear 1 of such formality. I am a privileged 1 person." "Sure yes! Molly, ring for tea, and I ' tell em to make it hot. How about a j little peg. as the colonel says?" , . . | The two men declined. | How easily and nonchalantly the man stood there by the door as Harrigan took his hat! Celeste was aquiver with excitement. She was thoroughly i a woman; she wanted something to ' happen, dramatically, romantically. ' But her want was a vain one. Nora , I hated scenes, and Courtlandt had the 1 advantage of ber In his knowledge of 1 i this. Celeste remained at the piano, ' but Nora turned as if to move away. "No, you must sing. That is what I '• came up for." insisted the padre, if > there was any malice in the churchi man. it was of a negative quality. But 1 it was in bis Latin blood th»t drama I should appeal to him strongly, and i - here w as an unusual phase in The j I Great Play. He had urged Courtlandt, » much against the latter's will this day, i to come up with him, simply that he I might set a little scene such as this ' promised to be. and study it from the vantage of the prompter. He knew that the principal theme of all great , books, of all great dramas, was antag- - I onism, antagonism between man and 0 woman, though by a thousand other t ! names has it been called. He had 9 often said, In a spirit of raillery, that this, antagonism was principally due

■J I to the Set that Eve "Had Been conj structed (and very well) out of a rib from Adam. Naturally she resented this, that she had hot been fashioned independently, and would bold it against man until the true secret of , the parahle was made cleat to her. , I 1*0 be continued ) I SAMUEL W. GASKILL LAID TO REST | Carl Gaskill, the well known piano ' salesman. was called to fcia bone in , | Camden by reason of the death of Ius • , father. Samuel _ W. Cr. skill, who wa> ] buried last Monday in Philadelphia The ' •' following is a reprint from Joe Camden , i Daily Courier: Samuel \Y. Gaskiil. for thirty yea-* j a resident of this city, but laie -f Fifty , second Street, West Philadelphia, 4 a- , buried yesterday following, hi* death/ on . Friday, last. Mr. Gaskiil fined a numb- r , of musical educational pbsfe. including , ' h connection at the State Normal School, , Trenton, later at. Pennington Seminaryand ivn- at one time chorister of Broad- ! way M. E. Church, this eitv. being one of the first to introduce the violin and or- ! ch-stra in that church along with other . South Jersey churches Bis eon Carl Caskill evidently inherited his musical • tendency and has successfully conducted orchestra inthi- city and CoUblga- ' wood. 'For fifty years he ha- been an' alive church worker, wis a member of the Crescent Lodge, No. lill. F. and A-. j M., having been transferred from Tuck- | crton Lodge. No. 4; also Pottowattomie ! Tribe Red Men, No. (14, He is survived ' by a daughter, Mrs. E. H. Miller, of ! Washington. D. C.; H. F.. fiaskill. Phila- I ( delphia. and Carl Gaskiil. of rollings- j . wood. N. J. Consult Jesse Brown on I in Roofs ; , and Spouting.

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COLD SPRING |; Mr*. Mark Fryraire visited h-r sister, j Mr*. W# Swain, last week. I t . Mr*. Edwin Cumm.ng*, of I'hiladel- j * | phia, spent the week-end with her j j Mr. and Mrs. Enos Tomlin and Miss , j M. Miller attended the funeral of Elijah | at Court House Thursday. 1 I The Tabernacle Sabbath school held 1 | their annual picnic Thursday. 21st inst.. | 'at Highland Reach. A number from ; been engaged in paper hanging this , i week, thus beautifying the homes of . sonic of our resident*. ■ Gfeat anxiety i* felt in regard to the ! ; (rnn.|iti..n of Mr. George Kw ing. which , I cm* here. t I Among tltp-e who attended the County Endeavor Union at "rear City last week i l were noticed ^Irs. Albert Matthews, Rev. ! ' Cliarld* H. Jones. Miss Neva Baker. Miss ' * , Florence Hoffman, Mrs. IV i Ilium Tobin. . • ' 1 Mrs. L. Roft. Mr. Charles Taylor, Mrs. J , De Witt C. Eldredge. Mrs. Jennie Swain , ! was left behind on account of a crowded | ■ car. although her name had been pre- I I , viously registered. I I Memorial services for deceased mem- J 1 bere of the Jr. O. U. A. M. were held in

their hall Saturday evening. Mr*. Edith H. Wheaton, wife o.' SenaI tor H. H. Wheaton. of Angle.,.*, v, sited ! b«T brother, Mr. J. Uouman Friday, i Mrs. Albert Matthews tailed on her , sister. Mrs. J. Miller at Court House, | Tlic many* friend* of Mr. George Walter, Sr.. were delightfully surprised Saturday evening, when he suddenly appeared among ttinn. Mr. Walter haa - engaged in concrete work with hi* in the south ditrit'g the pe n-ne yearned for the horn- of hi- childhood and turned hi* step- Ion--.. a- d eLrand a hearty welcome. G.-orge. School closed in /District No. i Friday. May 22. ini4. witA an attendance of tif teen pupils iji the privci.Mr- ree. -v an tli- habit heretofore ..f :•» :> R. Miller credit is -lt'e for tb"- Mi-on-Inline the interest to th- Jesj-nt „t . bringing alwut thi- de-iredAvttalt. A : most delightful afternoon spent on . J the law n back of the building, where at ; the foot of some ptaiffnld oak* a fm-t ioe cream manufactured from pure and j unadulterated cream, obtained ' from , j | some of tbe dairies which have grown i famous in this vicinity. School closed with (fie utmost good feeling between J I teachers and pupils and it is hoped that their services can be obtained for another year. Miss McPherson will spend the summer abroad.