The Greenfield Hustler (Greenfield, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 27, 1914 Page: 4 of 9
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GREENFIELD. O K L A.. HUSTLER
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SYNOPSIS.
Eleanora de Toacana was singing In
Paris, which, perhaps, accounted for Ed-
ward Courtlandt's appearance there. Mul-
timillionaire, he wandered about where
fancy dictated. He might be in Paris one
day and Kamchatka the next Following
the opera he goes to a cafe and is ac-
costed by a pretty young woman. She
gave him the address of Flora Deslmone.
vocal rival of Toscana. and Flora gives
him the address of Eleanora, whom he is
determined to see. Courtlandt enters
Eleanora's apartments. She orders him
out and shoots at him. The next day
Paris Is shocked by the mysterious dls-
ap#earance of the prima donna. Realising
that he may be suspected of the abduc-
tion of Eloanora Courtlandt arranges for
an alibi. Eleanora reappears and accuses
Courtlandt of having abducted her. His
alibi Is satisfactory to the police snd the
charge Is dismissed. Eleanora flees to
I.ake Como to rest after the shock. She
Is followed by a number of her admirers,
among them the prince who really pro-
cured her abduction. Courtlandt also goes
to Como and there meets Jlmmie Harrl-
gan, retired prizefighter and father of El-
eanora. whose real name Is Nora Harrl-
gan. Harrlgan takes Courtlandt Into his
favor at once. He Introduces Courtlandt
to his daughter, but the latter gives no
sign of ever having met him before. She
studiously avoids him.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued.
"I have had many wicked thoughts
lately," resumed Nora, turning her
gaze away from the tennis players.
She and the padre were sitting on the
lower steps of the veranda. The oth-
ers 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?" softly.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Nora,
springing up.
"What is It?"
"Father is coming up the path!**
"1 am glad to see him. But 1 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 bad be-
come enveloped in one of those fogs
that suddenly blow down menacingly
from hidden icebergs. Fortunately
the Inquiring eyes of the padre were
uot directed at her. He was here, not
a dozen yards away, coming toward
her. her father's arm In his! After
what had passed he had dared! It
was not often that Nora Ilarrigan was
subjected to * 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 agalrv The advan-
tage of the meeting would be his. Tbat
was indubitable. Any mistake on her
part would be playing into his hands.
Jf only she had known!
"Let ua go and rieet them, padre,"
she said quietly. With her father,
her mother and thi\ others, the Inevlt*
able introduction would be shorn of
Its danger.
"Nora!" It was her mother calling.
She put her arm through the padre's,
end they went forward leisurely.
"Why, father, I thought you weren't
coming," said Nora. Her voice was
wi^iout a tremor.
The padre hadn't the least idea that
a volcano might at any moment open
up at his side. He smiled benignly.
"Changed my mind," said Harrlgan.
"Nora. Molly, I want you to meet Mr.
Courtlandt. I don't know that I ever
said anything about It, but h^s father
was one of the best friends I ever had.
He was on his way up here, so I came
along with him." Then Harrlgan
paused and looked about him embar-
rassedly. There were half a dozen
unfamiliar faces.
The colonel quickly stepped into the
breach, and the introduction of Court-
landt became general. Nora bowed,
and became at once engaged in an an-
imated conversation with the Barone,
who had just finished his set victori-
ously.
The j>adre's benign smile slowly
faded.
CHAPTER IX.
Dick Courtlandt's Boy.
Presently the servants brought out
the tea-service. The silent dark-skinned
Sikh, with his fierce curling whiskers,
his flashing eyes, the seml-milltary,
semi-oriental garb, topped by an enor-
mous brown turban, claimed Court-
landt's attention; and it may be added
that he was glad to have something
to look at unembarrassedly. He want-
ed to catch the Indian's eye, but Rao
had no glances to waste; he was con-
cerned with the immediate business of
superintending the service.
"Oh, yes; I am very fond of Como."
he found himself replying mechanical-
ly to Mre. Harrlgan. He gave up Rao
as hopeless so far as coming to his
rescue was concerned. He began,
despite his repugnance, to watch Nora.
And all the while Mrs. Harrlgan was
talking and he was replying; and she
thought him charming, whereas be
had not formed any opinion of her at
all, nor later could remember a word
of the conversation.
"Tea!" bawled the colonel. The verb
had Its distinct uses, and one general-
ly applied it to the colonel's outbursts
without being depressed by the feel-
ing of inelegance.
There Is invariably some slight hes-
itation in the selection of chairs
around a tea table in the open. Nora
scored the first point of this singular
battle by seizing the padre on one
side and her father on the other and
pulling them down on the bei^ch. It
was adroit in two ways: it put Court-
landt at a safe distance and in nowise
offended the younger men, who could
find no cause for alarm in the close
proximity of her two fathers, the spir-
itual and the physical. A few mo-
ments later Courtlandt saw a smile
of malice part her lips, for he found
himself between Celeste and the in-
evitable frump.
"Touched!" he murmured, for he
was a thorough sportsman and appre-
ciated a good point even when taken
by his opponent
"I never saw anything like It," whis-
pered Mrs. Harrlgan Into the colonel's
ear.
"Saw what?" he asked.
"Mr. Courtlandt can't keep his eyes
off of Nora."
"1 say!" The colonel adjusted his
eye-glass, not that he expected to see
more clearly by doing so, but because
habit had long since turned an affecta-
tion Into a movement wholly mechan-
ical. "Well, who can blame him?
(lad! if I were only twenty-five or
thereabouts."
Mrs. Harrlgan did not encourage
this regret. The colonel had never
been a rich man. On the other hand,
this Edward Courtlandt was very rich;
he was young; and he had the entree
to the best families In Europe, which
was greater in her eyes than either
youth or riches. Between sips of tea
she bullded a fine castle In Spain.
Abbott and the Barone carried their
cups and cakes over to the bench and
sat down on the grass, Turkish-wise.
Both simultaneously offered their
cakes, and Nora took a lady finger
from each. Abbott laughed and the
Barone smiled.
"Oh, daddy mine!" sighed Nora
drolly.
"Huh?"
"Don't let mother see those shoes."
"What's the matter with 'em? Ev-
erybody's wearing the same."
"Tes. But I don't see how yon man-
age to do It. One shoe string is vir-
gin white and the other Is pagan
brown."
"I've got nine pairs of shoes, and
yet there's always something the mat-
ter," ruefully. MI never noticed when
I put them on. Besides, I wasn't
coming."
"That's no defense. But rest easy.
I'll be as secret as the grave."
"Now, I for one would never have
not*ced If you hadn't called my atten-
tion," said the padre, stealing a glance
at his own Immaculate patent leathers.
"Ah, padre, that wife of mine has
eyes like a pilot-fish. I'm in for it"
"Borrow one from the colonel before
you go home." suggested Abbott
"That's not half bad." gratefully.
Harrlgan began to recount the trials
of forgetfulness.
Slyly from the corner of her eye
Nora looked at Courtlandt who was
at that moment staring thoughtfully
into his tea cup and stirring the con-
tents industriously. His face was a
little thinner, but aside from that he
had changed scarcely at all; and then,
because these two years had left so
Mtt'e mark upon his face, a tinge of
unreasonable anger ran over her. "Men
have died and worms have eaten
them," she thought cynically. Perhaps
the air between them was sufficient-
ly charged with electridlty to convey
the impfesslon across the intervening
space; for his eyes came up quickly,
but not quickly enough to catch her.
She dropped her glance to Abbott,
transferred It to the Barone, and final-
ly let it rest on her father face. Four
handsomer men she had never seen.
"You never told me you knew Court-
landt," said Harrlgan. speaking to
Abbott
"Just happened that way. We went
to school together. When I was little
they used to make me wear curls and
wide collars. Many's the time Court-
landt walloped the school bullies for
mussing me up. I don't see him much
these days. Once in a while he walks
in. That's all. Always seems to know
where his friends are, hut none ever
knows where he is."
Abbott proceeded to elaborate some
of his friend's exploits. Nora heard,
as if from afar. Vaguely she caught
a glimmer of what the cpntest was
going to be. She could see only a lit-
tle way; ;still, she was optimistically
confident of the result She was ready.
Indeed, now that the shock of the
meeting was past, she found herself
not at all averse to a conflict It would
be something to let go the pent-up
wrath of two years. Never would she
speak to him directly; tiever would
she permit him to be alone with her;
never would she miss a chance to
twist his heart, to humiliate him, to
snub him.
"So 1 have heard," she was dimly
conscious of saying.
"Didn't know you knew," said Ab
bott
"Knew what?" rousing herself.
"That Courtlandt nearly lost his life
in the eighties."
"In the eighties!" dismayed at her
slip.
"latitudes. Polar expedition."
"Heavens! 1 was miles away."
The padre took her hand in his own
and began to pat It softly. It was the
nearest he dared approach in the way
of suggesting caution. He alone of
them all knew.
"Oh, I believe I read something
about it In the newspapers."
"Five years ago." Abbott set down
his tea cup "He's the bravest man I
know. He's rather a friendless man.
besides. Horror of money. Thinks
every one is after him for that. Tries
to throw It away; but the Income piles
up too quickly. Bee that Indian, pass-
ing the cakes? Wouldn't think It,
would you, that Courtlandt carried
him on his back for flve miles! The
Indian had fallen afoul a wounded
tiger, and the beaters were miles off.
I've been watching. They haven't even
spoken to each other. Courtlandt's
probably forgotten all about t^e inci-
dent, and the Indian would die rather
than embarrass his savior before
strangers."
"Your friend, then. Is quite a hero?"
What was the matter with Nora's
voice? Abbott looked at her wonder
lngly. The tone was hard and un-
musical.
"He couldn't be anything else, be-
ing Dick Courtlandt's boy," volun-
teered Harrlgan, with enthusiasm. "It
runs in the family."
"It seems strange." observed Nora,
"that I never heard you mention that
you knew a Mr. Courtlandt."
"Why, Nora, there's a lot of things
nobody mentions unless chance brings
them up. Courtlandt—the one I knew
—has been dead these sixteen years.
If I knew he had had a son. I'd for-
gotten all about it The only grave-
yard isn't on the hillside; there's one
under everybody's thatch."
The padre nodded approvingly.
Nora was not particularly pleased
with this phase in the play. Court*
landt would find a valiant champion
in her father, who would blunder in
when some fine passes were being ex-
changed. And she could not tell him;
she would have cut out her tongue
rather.
"Will you forgive me?" asked Ce-
leste of Courtlandt Never had she
felt more ill at ease. For a full ten
minutes he chatted pleasantly, with
never the slightest hint regarding the
episode in Paris. She could stand it
no longer. "Will you* forgive me?"
"For what?"
"That night In Paris."
"Do not permit that to bother yon
in the least I was never going to re-
call It"
"Was it so unpleasant?"
"On the contrary. I was much
amused."
"I did not tell you the truth."
"So I have found out"
"I do not believe that it was yon,"
impulsively.
"Thanka. I had nothing to do wltli
Miss Harrlgan's imprisonment"
"Do you feel that you could make
a confidant of me?"
He smiled. "My dear Miss Four-
nler, I have come to the place where
I distrust even myself."
"Forgive my curiosity!"
Courtlandt held out his cup to Rao.
"I am glad to see you again."
"Ah. Sahib!"
The little Frenchwoman was torn
with curiosity and repression. She
wanted to know what causes had pro-
duced this unusual drama which was
unfolding before her eyes. To be pre-
sented with effects which had no ap-
parent causes was maddening. It was
not dissimilar to being taken to the
second act of a modern problem play
and being forced to leave before the
curtain rose upon the third act She
had laid all the traps her Intelligent
mind could Invent; and Nora had calm-
ly walked over them or around. Nora"s
mind waa Celtic; French in its adroit-
ness and Irish in its watchfulness and
tenacity. And now she had set her
arts of persuasion In motion (aided by
a piquant beauty) to lift a corner of
the veil from this man's heart Check-
mate!
"I should like to help you," she
said, truthfully.
"In what way?"
It was useless, but she continued:
"She does not know that you went
to Flora Desimone's that night"
"And yet she sent you to watch me.**
"But so many things happened afte*
ward that she evidently forgot"
"That is possible."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Much Work on Small Box.
The construction of a cigar box ma?
seem to be a very simple matter to
the novice, but the box passes through
nineteen processes before It is ready
to receive the cigars.
5 >
Duty Plain.
You know your duty. No man ever
looked for it and did not find It—Phil*
lips Brooke. ,
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