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Bleanora de Toscana was sinking In
?aris, which, perhaps, accounted for Ed
ward Courtlandt's appearance there. Mul
timillionaire. he wandered about where
fancy dictated. He might be In Paris one
flay and Kamchatka the next. Following
the opera he goes to a cafe and is ac
costed by a pretty young woman. She
Blves him the address of Flora Desimone,
vocal rival of Toscana, and Flora gives
fclm the address of Eleanora, whom h«
determined to see.
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CHAPTER III—Continued.
Oh, stubborn Dutchman that he had
been! Blind fool! To have run away
Instead of fighting to the last ditch for
his happiness! The Desimone woman
was right; it had taken him a long
time to come to the conclusion that
ehe done him an ill turn. His jaw set,
and the pressure of his lips broke the
sweep of hi6 mustache, converting It
Jnto bristling tufts, warlike and reso
What of the pretty woman in the
Taverne Royale? What about her? At
whose bidding had she followed him?
One or the other of them had not told
the truth, and he was inclined to be
lieve that the prevarication had its
source in the pomegranate lips of the
Calabrian. To give the old barb one
more twist, to learn if its venomous
point still held and hufl» nothing
would have afforded the diva more de
When the taxicab joined the long
line of carriages and automobiles op
posite the Austrian ambassador's,
Courtlandt awoke to the dismal and
disquieting fact that he had formu
lated no plan of action. He had done
no more than to give the driver his
directions; and now that he had ar
rived, he had the choice of two alter
natives. He could wait to see her
come out or return at once to his hotel,
which, as subsequent events affirmed,
would have been the more sensible
course. He would have been confront
ed with small difficulty in gaining ad
mission to the house. He knew enough
of these general receptions; the an
nouncing of his name would have con
veyed nothing to the host, who knew
perhaps a third of his guests, and
many of these but slightly. But such
tn adventure was distasteful to Court
landt. He could not everstep certain
recognized boundaries of convention,
and to enter a man's house unasked
was colossal impudence. Beyond this,
he realized that he could have accom
plished nothing; the advantage would
have been hers. Nor could he meet
her as she came out, for again the
odds would have been largely In her
favor. No, the encounter must be
when they two were alone. She must
be surprised. She muet have no time
to use 1 -eady wit. An idea pre
sented itscii. It appealed to him at
that moment as quite clever and
"Walt!" he called to the driver.
He dived among the carriages and
cars, and presently he found what he
sought—her limousine. He had taken
the number into his mind too keenly
to be mistaken. He saw the end of his
difficulties; and 1.3 went about the af
fair with his usual directness. It was
only at rare times that he ran his head
into a cul-de-sac. If her chauffeur was
regularly employed in her service, he
would have to return to the hotel; but
if he came from the garage, there was
hope. Every man is said to have his
price, and a French chauffeur might
prove no notable exception to the rule
"Are you driver for Madame da Tos
cana?" Courtlandt asked of the man
lounging in the forward eeat.
The chauffeur looked hard at his
Q uestioner, and on finding that he sat
isfied the requirements of a gentle
man, grumbled an affirmative. The
limousine was well known in Paris,
and he was growing weary of these
endless Inquiries.
"Are you in her employ directly, or
do you come from the garage?"
"1 am from the garage, but I drive
mademoiselle's car most of the time,
especially at night. It is not madame
but mademoiselle, monsieur."
"My mistake." A slight pause. It
was rather a difficult moment for
Courtlandt. The chauffeur waited
wonderingly. "Would you like to make
five hundred francs?"
"How, monsieur?"
Courtlandt should have been warned
by the tone, which contained no un
usual interest or eagerness.
"Permit me to remain in mademoi
selle's car till she comes, I wish to
ride with her to her apartment."
Th« chauffeur laughed. He stretched
his legs. "Thanks, monsieur. It is
very dull waiting. Monsieur knows a
good joke."
A\d to Courtlandt's dismay he real
ized that his proposal had truly been
acce, ted as a jest.
"I am not joking. I am in earnest.
Fire hundred francs. On the word of
a gentleman 1 mean mademoiselle no
harm. I am known to her. All she
has to do is to appeal to you, and you
can stop the car and summon the po
The chauffeur drew In his legs and
leaned toward his tempter. "Monsieur,
If you are not jesting, then you are a
madman. Who are you? What do I
know about you? I never saw you be
fore, and for two seasons I have driv
en mademoiselle in Paris. She wears
beautiful jewels tonight How do I
know that you are not a gentlemanly
thief? Ride home with mademoiselle!
You are crazy. Make yourself scarce,
monsieur; in one minute 1 shall call
the police."
English of this order the Frenchman
perfectly understood. "La r la!" he
cried, rising to execute his threat.
Courtlandt was furious, but his fury
was directed at himself as much as at
the trustworthy young man getting
down from the limousine. His eager
ness had led him to mistake stupidity
for cleverness. He had gone about the
affair with all the clumsiness of a boy
who was making his first appearance
at the stage entrance. It was mightily
disconcerting, too, to have found an
honest man when he was in desperate
need of a dishonest one. He had faced
with fine courage all sorts of danger
ous wild animals; bnt at»this moment
he hadn't the courage to face a po
liceman and endeavor to explain, in a
foreign tongue, a situation at once so
delicate and so singularly open to mis
construction. So, for the second time
in his life he took to his heels. Of
the first time, more anon. He scram
bled back to his own car, slammed the
door, and told the driver to drop him
at the Grand. However, he did not re
turn to the hotel.
Mademoiselle da Tœcana's chauf
feur scratched his chin in perplexity.
In frightening off his tempter he rec
ognized that now he would never be
able to find out who he was. He should
have played with him until mademoi
selle came out. She would have known
instantly. That would have been the
time for the police. To hide in the
car! What the devil! Only a mad
man would have offered such a propo
sition. The man had been either an
American or an Englishman, for all
his accuracy in the tongue. Bah! Per
haps he had heard her sing that night,
and had come away from the Opera,
moonstruck. It was not an isolated
case. The fools were always pester
ing him, but no one had ever offered
so uncommon a bribe; five hundred
frâncs. Mademoiselle might not be
lieve that part of the tale. Mademoi
selle was clever. There was a stand
ing agreement between them that she
would always give him half of what
ever was offered him in the way of
bribes. It paid. It was easier to sell
his loyalty to her for two hundred and
fifty francs than to betray her for five
hundred. She had yet to find him un
truthful, and tonight he would be as
frank as he had always been.
But who was this fellow in the Ba
varian hat, who patrolled the side
walk? He had been watching him
when the madman approached. For
an hour or more he had walked up
and down, never going twenty feet be
yond the limousine. He couldn't see
the face. The long dark coat had a
military cut about the hips and shoul
ders. From time to time he saw him
glanco up at the lighted windows. Eh,
well; there were other women in the
world besides mademoiselle, several
He had to wait only half an hour for
her appearance. He opened the door
and saw to it that she was comfort
ably seated; then he paused by the
window, touching his cap.
"What is it, Francois?"
"A gentleman offered me five hun
dred francs, mademoiselle, if I -would
permit him to hide in the car."
"Five hundred francs? To hide in
the car? Why didn't you call the po
"I started \to, mademoiselle, but he
ran away."
"Oh! What was he like?" The
prima donna dropped the bunch of
roses on the seat beside her.
"Oh, he looked well enough. He had
the air of a gentleman. He was tall,
with light hair and mustache. But as
I had never seen him before, and as
mademoiselle wore some fine jewels,
I bade him be off."
"Would you know him again?"
"Surely mademoiselle."
"The next time anyone bothers you,
call the police. You have done well,
and I Bhall remember iL Home."
The man in the Bavarian hat hur
ried back to the third car from the
limousine, and followed at a reason
ably safe distance.
She shut off the light and closed her
eyes. She reclined against the cushion
once more, striving not to think. Once,
her hands shut tightly. Never, never,
never! She pressed down the burning
thoughts by recalling the bright
scenes at the ambassador's, the real
generous applause that had followed
her two songs. Ah, how that man
Paderewskt played! They two had
cost the ambassador eight thousand
francs. Fame and fortune! Fortune
she could understand; but fame! What
was it? Upon a time she believed she
had known what fame was; but that
had been when she was striving for
it. A glowing article in a newspaper,
a portrait in a magazine, rows upon
rows of curious eyes and a pattar of
hands upon hands; that was all; and
for this she had given the best of her
life, aûd she was only twenty-firs.
The limousine stopped at last The
man in the Bavarian bat saw her
alight. His car turned and disappeared.
It had taken him a week to discover
where she livjd. His lodgings were
on the other si4e of the Seine. After
reaching them he gave crisp orders to
the driver, who set his machine off at
top speed. The man in the Bavarian
hat entered his room and lighted the
gas. The room was bare and cheaply
furnished. He took off his coat but
retained his hat, pulling it down still
farther over his eyes. Hip face was al
ways in shadow. A round chin, two
full red lips, scantily covered by a
blond mustache were all that could be
seen. He began to walk the floor im
patiently, stopping and listening when
ever he heard a sound. He waited
less than an hour for the return of the
car. It brought two men. They were
well-dressed, smoothly-shaven, with
keen eyes and intelligent faces. Their
host, who had never seen either of his
guests before, carelessly waved his
hand toward the table where there
were two chairs. He himself took his
stand by the window and looked out
as he talked. In another hour the room
was dark and the street deserted.
In the meantime the prima donna
gave a sigh of relief. She was home.
It was nearly two o'clock. She would
sleep till noon, and Saturday and Sun
day would be hers. She went up the
stairs instead of taking the lift, and
though the hall was dark, she knew
her way. She unlocked the door of
the apartment and entered, swinging
the door behind her. As the act was
mechanical, her thoughts being other
wise engaged, she did not notice that
the lock failed to click. The ferrule
of a cane had prevented that
She flung her wraps on the divan
and put the roses in an empty bowl.
The door opened softly, without noise.
Next, she stopped before the mirror
over the mantel, touched her hair
lightly, detached the tiara of emeralds
. . . and became as Inanimate as
marble. She saw another face. She
never knew how long the interval of
silence was. She turned slowly.
"Yes, it is I!" said the man.
Instantly she turned again to tha
mantel and picked up a magazina re
volver. She leveled it at him.
"Leave this room, or I will shoot"
Courtlandt advanced toward her
slowly. "Do so," he said. '1 should
much prefer a bullet to that look."
"I am in earnest." She was very
white, but her hand was steady.
He continued to advance. There
followed a crash. The smell of burn
ing powder filled the room. The Bur
mese gong clanged Bhrilly and whirled
wildly. Courtlandt felt his hair stir In
"You must hate me indeed," he said
quietly, as the sense of terror died
away. He folded his arms. "Try
again; there ought to be half a dozen
bullets left. No? Then, good-by!"
He left the apartment without another
word or look, and as the door closed
behind him there was a kind of finality
in the clicking of the latch.
The revolver clattered to the floor,
and the woman who had fired it leaned
heavily against the mantel, covering
her eye6.
"Nora. Nora!" çried a startled voice
from a bedroom adjoining. "What has
happened? Mon Dieu, what Is it?" A
pretty, sleepy-eyed young woman, in
a night-dress, rushed into the room.
She flung her arms about the singer.
"Nora, my dear, my dear!"
"He forced his way In. I thought
to frighten him. It went off accident
ally. Oh, Celeste, Celeste, I might
have killed him!"
The other drew her head down on
her shoulder, and listened. She could
hear voices in the lower hall, a shout
of warning, a patter of steps; then the
hall door slammed. After that silence,
save for the faint mellowing vibrations
of the Burmese gong.
Remarkable Breed of "Banker Ponies"
Natives of the Coast of
North Carolina.
On the coast of North Carolina there
are several miles of low, sandy shore
where nothing grows except a coarse
grass, a few salt water weeds and wild
parsley. On these banks lives a sträng«
breed of half-wild horseB known as
"banker ponies." These creatures ar«
generally about twice the size of Shet
land ponies. Every year the herd
owners drive the "bankers" into pens,
brand the foals with the proper mark
and catch some of the older animals
to sell to the dealers.
North Carolinians say that the beasts
must be starved into eating grain, hay
or grass, for they have always lived
on the rank salt marsh grass of the
marshes and on fish. They catch th«
fish for themselves at low tide; with
their hoofs they dig deep holes in the
sand below high-water mark, and when
the tide falls they greedily devour the
fish that are stranded in these holes.
Often they fight brisky over an espe
cially tempting morsel.
In captivity these strange horses are
intelligent, but seldom are even I d
temper. Once tamed, tbey make ex
cellent draft animals, for they have
a strength that is disproportionate to
their, size. Foals that are bred from
bankers" in captivity make valuable
animals—strong and Intelligent
Did Literary Work at NlghL
Mrs. Catherine Gore, who wrote 70
novels between 1824 and 1861, worked
on a strange plan. When J. R. Planche
visited Parts in 1827 he found Mrs
Gore living in the Place Vendôme writ
lng novel plays, articles for maga
zlnes—almost every description of lit
erature flowing from her Indefatigable
pen. He says: "' H qw do you man
age ltr I asked her. 'I receive, a*
you know, a few friends at dinner
every evening. Tbey leave me at
10 or 11, when I retira to my room
and write till 7 or 8. la the morning
Then I go to bad till soon, when I
breakfast after which 1 driva out and
pay visita, returning at 4 to dress for
dinner. As soon as my friands have
departed I go to work ail nigbt again."
Men ara great prétendant; . some
aven pretend to understand wornaa
Where New Styles Are Launched
A MUCH sketched and much talked
of costume, worn at the Chantilly
races, is pictured at the left of the
snapshot photograph which appears
here. It is in black satin with the
longest of white lace tunics over it
and a black satin coat. With the
same color combination, used in re
verse order, is a costume of white
satin with overdrape of black lace,
at the right of the picture.
A throng of people attend these
meets for the sole purpose of staging
costumes in the most effective of set
tings. These people demonstrate the
modes and launch new styles. They
form the centers of attraction for that
greater throng that is in attendance
for the purpose of looking at them.
The handsome costume which
caused so many modistes to take no
tice and so many artists to level cam
eras or ply pencils, is chiefly remark
able for the oddity of the lace of
which the tunic is made. Patterned
after an old idea, modern lace, show
ing figures on a net ground, was used
fer this tunic. But the figures are
distinctly up to date, showing girls in
sweeping draperies and graceful out
lines encircling the tunic near the bot
tom. The figures and draperies are
cleverly outlined with run-in threads
and they, with the garlands of flowers
and other figures, are brought out in a
cameo-like relief by the underskirt of
black satin.
Coming Changes in Hairdressing Styles
HAT brims are growing wider and
modistes foretell a vogue for large
bats, to begin with the fall season.
Large hats and small, simple coiffures
do not harmonize, and already the
light puff for filling out the coiffure
has made its appearance. We have
also to consider small hair rolls or
pads for supporting the hair, and
coiffures are quite generally dressed
in waves. These are the wavelets
that ara breaking upon a new shore
line in hairdressing, speaking figura
tively; they are foretelling a rising
tlda of favor for more display in the
management of the hair. The coiffure
shown here pictures the hair parted
at on* side and waved in smooth, reg
ular ondulations. There is a short
lock at the front arranged in a light
coil. Some of the new styles show
two vary precise ringlets, one on each
sida ot a middle part. For this style
tha hair is also waved, but more loose
Jjr, and the coll la arranged lower on
tha neck
Long, light puffs help out in build
ing up » coiffure and a few of them,
arranged about a coll, make tha new
styles easy to accomplish.
The coiffure arranged on top of the
with tha hair rombed back from
The coat Is not allowed to distract
the attention from this clever posing
of odd lace. It is entirely plain, but
«fuite original in cut. The hat is of
black satin with two extravagantly
long Numldi feathers sweeping be
yond the brim edge.
The attention of the seeker for new
styles having been seized by this
novel gown, he notes its details to
find new features worth remember
ing. First, its simplicity; then the
extra length of tunic and width of pet
ticoat; and most noticeable, the wide
hat brim, which is a radical new do
It is not offen that anything s<
striking is at the same time so el»
gant. The combination of black an<
white makes this possible.
The second gown is hardly less
noteworthy and only a shade less orig
inal. The tunio Is of black net, hav
ing an insert of lace wrought in an<i
a border of very wide velvet ribbon
aboVo the hem. It is set on to the
bodice of black net by a band of black
velvet The long sleeves are of net
and lace in black. There Is that orig
inal touch which means everything li
the really gorgeous embroidery iL
white figures which ornaments the ner
The white feather turban worn wltt"
this costume is a prominent feature lr
Btyles of the hour.
julia bottomley.
the face Is liked by the younger
women. Only a few curls about the
face relieve the plainness of this style,
but a mass of hair piled on top of the
head makes a piquant arrangement
suited to youthful faces.
Puffs and short curls are becoming
to everyone and look as well on graa<>
mama as on her daughter and daugh
ter's daughter. They are most suc
cessful when made separately and
pinned on, for they can be easily
dressed and placed wherever needed.
There Is no very good reason why
one should not borrow the charm that
belongs to them unless a prejudics
against wearing separate pieces
hair can be construed as reasonable.
julia bottomley.
Washable Tango Girdles.
Have you seen the new washable
tango girdles? They are made
mercerized popllt, embroidered
white or colors, tt preferred. They
are passed twice around the waist and
finished with two embroidered ends
wbloh luuur at the side.
Peacock feather* are now beln»
glided before they are poised on hat*
of gold or blue hemp.
Dr- W. A. Hulbush,
physician and surgeon
Great Northern R. R. Surgeon
Halvorson Block
John W. Colburn,
General Law Practice
Land Practice a Specialty
Dr. J. E. Strain,
physician and surgeon
Surgeon for Great Northern Ry.
Specialty, Ear, Eye, Nose and
Glasses Fitted
Irwin C Kartack,
Jacobson Block
cut bank
Charles N. Thomas,
U. S. Commissioner
Land Filings and Proofs
Cut Bank, Montana
Anker O. Torrison,
Farm Loans Jacobson B(dg.
Real Estate Cut Bank, Mont.
Frederick Hull, M. D. V.,
Graduate Veterinarian
Deputy State Veterinarian
Conrad, Montana
John J. Greene,
Irrigation Law & Land Practice
a Specialty.
Conrad, Montana
John W. Bartlett,
Formerly Surveyor with U. S.
Land Office
Surveying, Running Fence Lines
and Locating Corners.
City lots, deeded land«, relinquishments.
Opposite Red Shed Cut Bank
Bob's Smoke House,
Pool Hall and Barber Shop
Cut Bank, Moat.
Shop Near J. J. Miller's Livery
Blacksmithing and
Machine Work,
CoL Ed Buckner,
the Ever Ready
Will Help to Arrange
Your Sale
Call or write
Livery and
j. j. miller
Feed and Sale Stables
Good Turnouts on
Short Notice,
Water hauled to all parts of
the city.
Telephone 32

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