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Nora 5aw~~ CHaF opposition would . be useless. After all. it would be better to sing. She would not be compelled to look at this man she so despised. At the beginning she had Intended to sing badly; but as the . music proceeded, she sang as she had not sung In weeks. To fill this man's soul with It hunger for the sound of her voice, to pour into his heart a fresh knowledge of what he had lost 1 forever and forever! Celeste turned from the keys after j •the final chords of "Morning Mood." "Thank you!" said Nora. "Do not stop." begged Courtlandt. | Nora looked directly Into his eyes I an she replied: "One's voice can not I go on forever, and mine is not at all j jmng." r There was a knock at the door. The ' managing director handed Harrigan a •card. | "Herr Rosen," he read aloud. "Send ihlm up. 8ome friend of yours, Nora; Herr Rosen. 1 told Mr. Jilli to send ihlm up." The padre drew his feet under his l Cassock, a sign of perturbation; Courtlandt continued to unwind the snarl of jlace dropped by the Barone; the Barone glanced fiercely at Nora, who lamiled enigmatically. £. Herr Rosen [ Tirfre was no ont♦nrd reason why the name should 'have set a chill on them all, turned Mthem Into expectant .statues. Yet, all Tisemblance of good fellowship was ln•atantly gone ] , f ' Xra- lihiTigan smoothed out the ' " 'wrinkles In her dress. From the oth- ' era there had been little movement and no sound to speak *of. Harrigan {•till waited by the door, seriously contemplating the bit of pasteboard in his hand. Herr Rosen brushed past Harrigan ijBnceremoniously, without pausing and [went straight over to Nora, who was 'thereupon seized by an uncontrollable spirit of devilment. She hated Herr Rosen, but she was going to be as .pleasant and as engaging as she knew ,how to be. She did not care ir he I misinterpreted her mood. She welcomed him with a hand. He went on | to Mrs. Harrigan, who colored pleas■urably. He was then introduced, and he acknowledged each introduction ^Wlth a careless nod. He was there to see Nora, and he did not propose to put himself to any Inconvenience on account of the others. » Herr Rosen instantly usurped the *ehalr next to Nora, who began to pour the tea. He had come up from the village prepared for a disagreeable .half hour. Instead of being greeted with icy glances from stormy eyes, 'he encountered such smiles as this adorable treatnre had never before bestowed Upon him. He was In the Clouds. That night at Cadenabbla had AbParentiy knocked the bottom out fit his dream. Women were riddles which only they themselves 'could solve for others. For this bne woman he was perfectly ready To throw everything aside. A man lived but once; and be was a tool who would bold to tinsel In preference to such happiness as be thought be saw opening out b*> tore him. Nora saw, but she did hot •cars. That in order to reach anether the waa practising Infinite crurtly on this man ( whose one fault lag In that he loved her) did not appeal to her pity. But her arrow flew wide of the at least, there appeared no relull to her archery in taahce. Not once had the Intended victim looked ■over to where she ask. And yet she knew that be must be watching; he could not possibly "avoid it and be human. And when be finally came forward to take bis cup, she leaned to ward Herr Ifosen. "Too take two lumps?" she asked sweetly. It was only a chance shot, but she bit on the truth. "And you remember?" excitedly. "One lump for mine, please," said Courtlandt, smiling. 8he picked up a cube of sugar and dropped it into bis cup. 8he had the air of one wishing it were poison. The recipient of this good will, with perfect understanding, returned to the divan, where the padre and Harrigan were gravely toasting each other with j benedictlne. Nora made no mistake with either ! Abbott's cup or the Barone's; but the j two men were filled with but one de- • sire, to throw Herr Rosen out of the I window. What had begun as a beautiful day was now becoming black and uncertain. The Barone could control every feature save his eyes, and these openly admitted deep anger. He recollected Herr Rosen well enough. The encounter over at Cadenabbla was not ins nrst by many. Herr Rosen! His presence in this room under that name was an insult, and he intended to call the interloper to account the very first opportunity he found. Perhaps Celeste, sitting as quiet as a mouse upon the piano stool, was the ] only one who saw these strange currents drifting dangerously about. That her own heart ached miserably did not prevent her from observing things with all bar usual keenness. AA. Nora.

Nora, who have everything to give ' and yet give nothing, why do you play so heartless a game? Why hurt those, who can no more help loving you than ' the earth can help whirling around the calm dispassionate sun? Always they turn to you, while I, who have so much to give, am given nothing! She set down her tea cup and began the aria from La Boheme.

Padre Was Not Alone; Courtlandt Followed Him.

Nora, without relaxing the false j smile, suddenly found emptiness in j everything. "Sing!" said Herr Rosen. "I am too tired. Some other time." He did not press her. Instead, he t whispered In his own tongue: "You I are the most adorable woman in the 1 , world!" ■ . And Nora turned upon him a pair of eyes blank with astonishment It 1 . was as though 6he had been asleep ; and he had rudely awakened her. , His Infatuation blinded him to the truth; be saw- In the look a feminine de6ire to throw the others off the 1 { track as to the sentiment expressed ' In his whispered words^ — , ...... I The hour ££SBe3~ tolerably well , Herr RjjsSjT'then observed the time, y .rose and excused himself. He took , the steps leading abruptly down the ' terrace to the carriage road. He had 1 come by the other way, the rambling I stone stairs which began at the por- , 1 ter's lodge, back of the villa. | I "Padre," whospered Courtlandt, "I 1 am going. Do not follow. 1 shall explain to you when we meet again " : ' The padre signified that he binder- | stood. Harrigan protested vigorously, but smiling and staking his head.; Couyllandt, Went fcway. fterWkan to the wlndgvi She could ( see Herr Rosen striding along, down the winding road, his head In the air. ' Presently, from behind a cluster of : mulberries, the figure of another man , ckme Into view. He was going at a ; dog-trot, his hat settled at an angle i that permitted the rain to beat squarely Into his face. The next turn in the | ' road shut them both from sight. Bnt | ' Nora did not stir. Herr Rosen stopped and turned. "You called?" "Yes." Courtlandt had caught up with him just as Herr Rosen wab about to open the gates. "Just a moment, Herr Rosen," with s hand upon the bars. "1 shall not detain you long." There was studied Indolence in the tones and the gestures which accompanied them. "Be brief, if you please." "My name is Edward Courtlandt, aa doubtless you bake heard.— — . "In a large 'room It is difficult to remember all the introductions." "Precisely. That is why I take the liberty of recalling it to yon, so that you will not forget it," urbanely. ! A pause. Dark patches of water were spreading across their shonldere. . Little rivulets ran down Courtlandt's J. arm. raised as it was against the bars. ; "T do not see how it may concern 1 | me," replied Herr Rosen finally with j j an insolence more marked than Courtlandt's. ! "In Paris we met one night, at the 1 i stage entrance ot the Opera. I puahed I j you aside, not knowing who you wgre. I i You' had offered your services; the i 1 door of Miss Harrigan's limousine." , "It was youT" scowling. "I apologize for that. Tomorrow morning yon will leave Beilaggio for Varenna. Somewhere between nine and ten the first train leaves for Milan." "Varenna! Milan?" "Exactly. Y*ou speak English as naturally and fluently as if you were born to the tongue. Thus, you will j leave for Milan. What becomes of j you after that is of no consequence j to me. Am I making myself clear?" j "Verdampt! Do 1 believe my ears?" furiously. "Are you telling me to leave Beilaggio tomorrow morning?" "As directly as 1 can." N Herr Rosen's face became as rod as big -suae., lie was a brave young

nian, but tEerewas danger of an act- t ive kind in the blue eyes boring Into j bis own. If it came to a physical contest, he realized that he would get the , worst of it. He put his hand to his • throat; his very impotence was chok- t tag him. , ] "Your HighnesB . . j | "Highness!" Herr Rosen stepped j back. "Yes. ^^Tour Highness will readily i E see the wisdom of, my concern for ! f your hasty departure when I add that j j I know- all about the little house in ! y " Versailles, that my knowledge is | shared by the chief of the Parisian i , : police •! the minister o( war. If ] you am ay Miss Harrigan with your ' a i equivocal attentions . . j j "Gott! This is too much!" "Walt ! I am stronger than you I c [ aroT Do not make me force you to £ hear me to the end. You have gone s about this intrigue like a blackguard, t 1 and that 1 know Y'our Highness not to t be. The matter Is, you are young, you t j have always had your way, you have ^ ! not learnt restraint. Your presence j here Is an Insult to Miss Harrigan. ^ and If she was pleasant to you this v afternoon it was for my benefit. If ' you do not go, I shall expose you." ^ I Courtlandt opened the gate, j ' "And If ijefuae?" j "Why, In thai 6afie, being the Amer- g lean that I am, without any particular p ! reverence for royalty or nobility, as It is known, 1 promise to thrash. you , ° soundly tomorrow morning at ten | ' o'clock. In the dining room, In the bureau, the drawing room, wherever I i ^ may happen to find you." Courtlandt turned on his heel and I back to the villa. He did not | y . over his shoulder. If he had. he j I might have felt pity for the young j £ man who leaned heavily against the j gate, his burning face pressed upon rain soaked sleeve. . | When Courtlandt knocked at the ; and w as admitted, he apologized. £ "I camejjaek for my umbrella." "^Umbrella!" exclaimed the padre. "Why, we had no umbrellas. We cameSv, in a carriage which Is probably j waiting for us this very minute by the i . porter's lodge." "Well, I am certainly absent-mlnd-ed!" | '-^Absent-minded!" scoffed Abbott. t "You never forgot anything in all your , life, unless it was to go to bed. You J wanted an excuse to come back." i "Any excuse would be a good one that case. I think we'd better be going. Padre. And by the way. Herr 1 begged me to present his re- | grets. He 16 leaving Beilaggio in the j 1 morning." Nora turned her face once more to 1 the window. ; 1 ^CHAPTER XII. — 1 The Ball at the Villa. ' "It is all very petty, my child," said ' padre. "Ufe Is made up of bigger 1 things; the little ones should be ig- 1 nored." To which Nora replied: "To a worn- 1 an the litUe things are everything; | 1 they hre the daily routine, the expect- , ' ed, the necessary things. What you j mil the big things in life are accl- i I denta. And, oh! I have pride." She j

"Your Highness!"

folded her arms across her heaving bosom; for the padre's directness this 1 morning had stirred her deeply. 1 i "Wilfulness Is called pride by some; 1 | and stubbornness. But you know, as [ j well as I do, that yours is resentment, • • anger, indignation. Yes, you have ' | pride, but it has not been brought into this affair. Pride is that within which prevents us from doing mean or sor- ' did acts; and you could not do one or the other if you tried. The sentiment ^ in yon which should be developed • "Is mercy r

"No; Justice, the patience to weigh the right or wrong of a thing." "Padre, I have eyes, eyes; I saw." He twilled the middle button of Ms cassock." The eyes see and the ears hear, but tbese are only witnesses, laying the matter before the court dt the last resort, which is the mind. It is there we sift the evidence" "He had the Insufferable insolence to order Herr Rosen to leave." going around tbe barrier of his well-ordered logic." , "Ah! Now, how could he send away Herr Rosen If that genUeman had really preferred to stay?" - Nora looked confused. "Shall I tell you? I suspected; so I questioned him last night Had I been In his place. I should have chastised Herr Rosen instead of bidding bim be gone. It was he." "Positively The men who guarded . were two actors from one of. the 1 theaters. He did not come to Versailles because he was being watched. . j was found and sent home the night . I your release." 1 i "I'm sorry. But It was so like him;" The padre spread hie hands. "What | way women have of modifying either j good or bad Impulses! It would have i I fine of you to have slopped when j you said you were sorry." ! "Padre, one would believe that you : | taken up his defense!" j ' "If I had I should have to leave !t after today. I return to Rome tomor- ! row an® shall not see you again bej fore you go to America. I have bidd.e?.£90<1by to all save you. My child, - last admonition Is, be patient; qb- I guard against that Impulse 1 In your blood to move hastily, form opinions without 6olid founds- | tions. Be happy while you are young, < old age is happy only In that reflected happiness of recollection. to me, here. I return In November. Benediclte?" smiling. Nora bowed her heard and he put a hand upon it Celeste stood behind Abbott and studied his picture through half-closed, critical eyes. "You have painted it 1 too many times." Then she ! looked down at the shapely head. Ah, ' the longing to put her hands upon it i to run her fingere through the tousled | to touch It with her lips! But : | no! "Perhaps you are tired; perhaps have worked too hard. Why not put aside your brushes for a week?" "I've a good mind to chuck it into the lake. 1 simply can't paint any more." He flung down the brushes. "Km a fool. Celeste, a fool. I'm crying the moon, that's what the matter is. What's the use of beating about the bush? You know as well as I do that it'e Nora." I Her heart contracted, and for a little ; jwfcile she could not see him clearly. "But what earthly chance have I?" I he went on. Innocently but ruthlessly. "No one <^n help loving Nora." "No," In a small voice. "It's all rot, this talk about affinities. There's always some poor devil outside. But who can help loving Nora?" he repeated. "Who Indeed!" "And there's not the least chance In the world for me." "You never can tell until you put It to tbe test." J "Do you think I have a chance? Is possible that Nora may care a little I for me?" He turned his head toward j eagerly. j "Who knows?" She wanted him to I have It over with, to learn the truth ! that to Nora Harrigan he would never more than an amiable comrade. He j would then have none to turn to but What mattered It If her own < heart ached so she might soothe the ! in his? She laid a hand upon j shoulder, so lightly that he was ! only dimly conscious of the contact. I "It's a rummy old world. Here I've , alone all these years . . ■" | "Twenty-six!" smiling. "Well that's a long time. Never bothered my head about a woman. J Selfish, perhaps. Had a good time, came and went as 1 pleased. And I then I met Nora." i "Yes," ! "If only she'd been stand-offish, like these other singers, why, I'd have been ■ 11 right today. But she's such a brick! She's such s good fellow! She treats us all alike; sings when we ask her to; always ready for a romp. Think of her making us all take the Knelpcure the other night! And we marched around the fountain singing Mary had a little lamb.' Barefooted In the grass! When a man marries he doesn't want a wife half so much as & good comrade; somebody to slap him on the back in the morning to hearten him up for the day's work; and to cuddle him up when he comes borne tired, or disappointed, or unsuccessful No matter what mood he's in. Is my English getting away from you?" "No; I understand all you say." Her hand rested a trifle heavier upon his shoulder. "Nora would be that kind of a wife. "Honor, anger, valor, fire.' a» Stevenson says. Hang the picture; what am I going to do with it?" " Honor, anger, valor, fire.' " Celeste repeated slowly. "Yes, that is Nora." A bitter little smile moved her lips as she recalled the happenings of the last S two days. But no; he must find out i tor himself; he must meet the hurt from Nora, not from her. "How long. Abbott, have you known your friend > Mr. Courtlandt?" "Boys together." playing a light tat- > too with ills mahlstlck. ) "How' old is he?' i "About thirty-two or three." w "He Is very rich?" r "Oceans of money; throws it away, t but not fast enough to get rid of It." 1 "He Is what you say in English . . . wild?" _ — - | To to ceatwied.)

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