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SYNOPSIS. Eleanora de Toscana was singing In Parts. which, perhaps, accounted for Edward Courtlandt'a appearance there. Multimillionaire, he wandered about where fancy dictated. He might be in Paris one day and Kamchatka the next. Following the opera he goes to a case and is accosted by a pretty young woman. She gave him the address of Flora Desimone, 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 Parts is shocked by the mysterious disappearance of the prima donna. Realizing that he may be suspected of the abduction of Eleanora Courtlandt arranges for an alibi. Eleanora reappears and accuses Courtlandt of having abducted her. His alibi is satisfactory to the police and the charge is dismissed. Eleanora flees to Lake Como to rest after the shock. She la followed by a number of her admirers, among them the prince who really procured her abduction. Courtlandt also goes to Como and there meets Jimmie Harrigan. retired prizefighter and father of Eleanora, whose real name is Nora Harrigan. Harrigan takes Courtlandt into his favor at once. CHAPTER Vll—Continued. “The moth and the candle,” mused Courtlandt. "That will be Nora Harrigan. How long has this Infatuation been going on?” "Year and a half.” i “And the-other side?” "There isn’t any other side,” ex t 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 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 orders at the Opera to refuse her address to all who asked for it Consequently 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. Homely women seldom are annoyed, unless they become suffragists.” The colonel poured forth a dense cloud of smoke. "What brand is that Colonel?” 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. “I 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 “I may count on you, then?" The colonel stowed away the offending brier. “And you can stay to dinner.” “I’ll take the dinner end of the invitation,” was the reply. “I’ve got to go over to Menagglo to see 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 off.” 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 fact 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 act, then he might proceed 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 end, even if the task was equal to air those of Hercules rolled into one, and none of the gods on his side. At the hotel be asked for his mat/’ 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 Bellaggio so quickly. The envelope contained nothing more than a neatly folded bank note for one hundred francs. He eyed it stupidly. What might this mean? He unfolded it and smoothed ft otrt across hla knee, and the haze of puzzlement drifted away. Three bars from La Boheme. He laughed. So the little lady of the Taverns Royale was In Bellaggio! CHAPTER VIII. Marguerites and Eme>alds. By eleven o'clock Courtlandt had fiulsbsd the reading of his mail, and

was now rea> to hunt for the little 1 lady of the Taverne Royale. It was necessary to find her. The whereabouts of Flora Desimone was of vital importance. If she had not yet arrived, the presence of her friend presaged her ultimate arrival. He rose and proceeded on his quest. Before the photographer's shop he saw a dachel wrathfully challenging a cat on the balcony of the adjoining building. The cat knew, and so did the puppy, that it was all buncombe on the puppy’s part; the usual European war scare, in which one of the belligerent parties refused to come down because it wouldn’t have been worth while, there being the usual powers ready to intervene. Courtlandt did not bother about the cat; the puppy claimed his attention. He was very fond of dogs. So he reached down suddenly and put an end to the sharp challenge. The dachel struggled valiantly, for this breed of dog does not make friends easily. “I say, you little Dutchman, what's the row? I’m not going to hurt you. Funny little codger! To whom do you belong?” He turned the collar around, read the inscription, and gently put the puppy on the ground. . Nora Harrigan! His immediate impulse was to walk on, but somehow this impulse refused to act on his sense of locomotion. He waited, dully wondering what was going to happen when she came out He had left her room that night in Paris, vowing that he would never intrude on her again. With the recollection of that bullet whizzing past his ear, he had been convinced that the play was done. True, she had testified that it had been accidental, but never would he forget the look in her eyes. It was not pleasant to remember. And ‘btlll, as the needle is drawn by the magnet, here he was, in Bellaggio. He cursed his weakness. .. . Ah, voices! He stepped aside quickly. “Fritz, Fritz; where are you?” And a moment later she came out, followed by her mother . . . and the little lady of the Taverne Royale. Did Nora see him? It was impossible to tell.. She simply stooped and gathered up the puppy, who struggled determinedly to lick her face. Courtlandt lifted his hat. It was in nowise offered as an act of recognition; it was merely the mechanical courtesy that 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, hatless, 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 Frits.” Celeste searched her face keenly, 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 Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus 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? He is here, and over at Cadenabbial last night I had a terrible scene with him. In heaven’s name, why can’t they let me be?” “Herr Rosen?" “Yes." “Why not speak to your father?” "And have a fisticuff which would appear in every newspaper In the world? No, thank you. There Is enough scandalous stuff being printed as it is, and I am helpless to prevent it.” As the climb starts off stiffly, there wasn’t much inclination in either to talk. Celeste had come to one decision, and that was that Norp. should find out Courtlandt’s presence here In Bellaggio herself. When they arrived at the villa gates. Celeste offered a suggestion. “You could easily stop all this rumor and annoyance.” “And, pray, how?” “Marry.” "I prefer the rumor and annoyance. I bate men. Most of them are beasts.” “You are prejudiced.” If Celeste expected Nora to reply that she had reason, she was disappointed. Nora quickened her pace, that was all. At luncheon Harrigan innocently threw a bomb Into camp by Inquiring: "Say, Nora, who’s this chump Herr 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.” - “Herr Rosen!” exclaimed Mrs. Harrigan, a flutter in her throat “Why, that's.” “A charming young man who wishes me to sign a .contract to sing to him in perpetuity,” interrupted Nora, pressing her mother’s foot warnlngly. “Well, why don’t you marry him?” laughed Harrigan. “There’s worse things than frankfurters and sauerkraut." , “Not that I can think of just now,” returned Nora. Harrigan declared that he would not go over to Caxley-’Webster’s to tea. “But I’ve promised for you!” expostulated his wife. "And he admires you so.” “Bosh! You women can gad about as much as you please, but I’m in wrong when it comes to eating sponge cake and knuckling my knees under a dinky willow table.” Tbe women departed at three, for

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there was to be tenuis until five o’clock. When Harrigan was reasonably sure that they were half the distance to the colonel’s villa, he put on his hat, whistled to the dachel, and together they took the path to the village. "We’d look fine drinking tea, wouldn’t we, old scout?” reaching down and tweaking the dog’s velvet ears. “They don’t understand, and It’s no use trying to make ’em. Nora gets as near as possible. Herr Rosen! Now, where shave I seen his. phiz before? I wish I had a real man to talk to. Abbott sulks half the time, and the Barone can’t get a joke unless it’s driven in with a mallet On your way, old scout, or I'll step on you. Let’s see if we can hoof It down to the village at a trot without taking the count” He had but two errands to execute. The first was accomplished expeditely in the little tobacconist's shop under the arcade, where the purchase of a box of Minghettl cigars promised later solace. The second errand took time and deliberation. He studied the long shelves of Tauchnltz. Having red corpuscles In superabundance, he naturally preferred them in his literature, In the same quantity. “Ever read this?" asked a pleasant voice from behind, Indicating "Rodney Stone” with the ferrule of a cane. Harrigan looked up. "Na What's It about?" “Best story of the London prize ring ever written. You’re Mr. Harrigan, aren’t you?” “Yes,” diffidently. “My name is Edward Courtlandt. If I am not mistaken, you were a great friend of my father’s.” “Are you Dick Courtlandt’s boy?” “I am.” "Well, say!" Harrigan held out his hand and was gratified to encounter a man’s grasp. “So you’re Edward Courtlandt? Now, what do you think 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 come to the bouts in his plug hat and dress suit; always had a seat by the ring. I could hear him tap with his cane when there happened to be a bit of pretty sparring. He was no slouch himself when it came to putting on the mitts. Many’s the time I’ve had a round or two with him in my old gymnasium. Well, well! It’s good to see a man again. I’ve seen your name in the papers, but I never knew you was Dick’s boy. You’ve got an old grizzly’s head in your dining room at home. Some day I’ll tell you how it got there, when you're not in a hurry. I went out to Montana for a scrap, and your dad went along. After the mill was over, we went hunting. Come up to the villa and meet thlj up to Gailey-Webster’s to tea; piffle water and sticky sponge cake. I want you to meet my wife and daughter." “I should be very pleased to meet them.” So this was Nora’s father? “Won’t you come along with me to tbe colonel’s?” with sudden inspiration. Here was an opportunity not to be thrust aside lightly. “Why, I just begged off. They wonX be expecting me now." “All the better. I’d rather have you introduce me to your family than to have the colonel. As a matter of fact, I told him I couldn’t get up. But I changed my mind. Come along.” “But the pup and the cigar box?" "Send them up." w Harrigan eyed his own spotless flannels and compared them with the other’s. What was good enough for the son of a millionaire was certainly good enough for him. Besides, It would be a bully good joke on Nora and Molly. “You’re on!" he cried. Here was a lark. He turned the dog and the purchases over to the proprietor, who promised that they should arrive instantly at the villa. ••■• • • • ♦ "Padre, my shoe pinches," said Nora with a pucker between her eyes. “My child," replied the padre, “never carry your vanity into a shoemaker's shop. The happiest man is he who walks in loose shoes." “If they are his own, and not inherited,” quickly. The padre laughed quietly. He was very fond of this new-found daughter of his. Her spontaneity, her blooming beauty, her careless observation of convention, her independence, had captivated him. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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Small Boy Had His Own Opinion as to Nerve of Men Who Refused IL ’ to Women. The small boy’s mother and aunt had just come in from the primaries. “Remember, Manny,” said his aunt “that when you were seven years old you saw your mother come in from voting for the first Mme.” He followed her into her room. "Why didn’t you vote before?” he demanded. 1 “Men wouldn’t let women vote until now. Of course, good men like your papa want all the business in the world managed right. They are going to let women help at last.” The smalt boy gave her a little push. “Women aren’t all there are,” he said, and marched haughtily out of ths room. He went to his father that evening and as man to man asked: "Didn’t women use to vote?" “No, but they are voting now.” “Why didn’t they vote before! Wouldn’t men let them?” ' "No, I suppose not" "Well men—had —their—nerval* said the seven-year-old lad.

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Story of Charles J. Perry, the "Little Father of Park Row/ New York. ♦ REAL ROMANCE OF BUSINESS How Boda Water Boy, by Modesty, Kindliness and Efficiency, Became Most Famous Drug Store Proprietor of Metropolis.

By RICHARD BPILLANE. Where Park row branches off from Broadway, there used to be a gold mine. It was on the first floor of the old Herald building. An Englishman named Richard Hudnut worked it Beneath the Hugnut gold mine the presses of the Herald rumbled. Above, the editors and the printers toiled and moiled. Hudnut’s gold mine was a drug store. The store was oddly shaped because the Herald building stood on an irregular bit of ground. The building was put up in the day before skyscrapers, the day of heavy construction. The floor space of the drug store was broken by the Corinthian columns which supported the upper stories. Hudnut knew his business. z He handled only the best of goods and he charged the highest prices. He was a hard taskmaster. He expected the most faithful of service, and he did not pay very good wages, but he taught sound business to all his employes. A boy applied to Mr .Hudnut on Thanksgiving day In 1868, for work. He got a job behind the soda water counter at five dollars a week. The boy was from Richmond, Va. He was very modest, very bashful and acted as If he considered It a great privilege to work In such an establishment.

Not Like Other Soda Boys. The general run of soda water boys In 1868 were not much different from those of today. Most of them were careless, flippant and slangy. But this one was different. He had a smile for every customer, a courteous word for every caller. The other soda boys and the other clerks laughed at him. They were glad to have him around, because it meant less toll for them. After a while patrons got in the habit of waiting for the bashful boy to serve them with soda, and men who wanted prescriptions filled or wished to buy articles in stock often went to him when they found the prescription clerk or the floor men busy or unsatisfactory. The 1)oy seemed to take a delight in being obliging. He had a smile for incoming patrons, and a smile and a “thank you” for the outgoing ones. For a year he worked behind the soda counter 12 hours a day without an Increase of pay or a word of commendation from his employer. Other boys shirked, but he never did. The more they loafed, the more he tried to do. He had an ambition. -He wanted to be a floor clerk and a pharmacist. The college of pharmacy was in University place in those days. He took the course there, and when he was graduated he was made assistant cashier and then floor cletk. There was one job in the Hudnut establishment that worried the proprietor. He never had been able to get any one to satisfy him as night manager. Lower New York was not the lively' place at night that It is now. bridge was not built. Traffic to Brooklyn was by ferry. Boats ran only once an hour. The men who dropped Into Hudnut's not Infrequent!/ were the worse f<jr wear. Sometimes there'was not a visitor for hours.

Perry Became Night Bose. Mr. Hudnut was thinking of closing the store at night because of the difficulty he had in obtaining a proper manager. Something Impelled him to give the soda boy a trial. That is how it came to pass that Charles J. Perry became the night man at Hudnut's. From the time the boy from Virginia became night boss at Hudnut's the drug store became an institution. The newspaper men found It a very pleasant place to visit The great editors made It their meeting point after the papers were put to press. John Henderson of the Herald, John C. Reid of the Times; Charles A. Dana and William Lafflln of the Sun, the famous Henry J. Raymond and all the big lights of the journalistic world discussed world’s affairs when they met there late at night or early in the morning. They were mighty good customers, and so were the others who came to Hndnut’s because of the* opportunity afforded to chat with or to see the edltorg. Perry was always active. If he was not serving some one he was putting something to rights. He was very orderly, and seemed to have a genius to know what men wanted. Customers, seeing him rearrange goods, would suddenly discover that he was bringing to notice something that they- particularly wanted or desired. Then they would purchase and feel grateful to him for having brought it to their notice. He was just as courteous jqst as kindly, just as obliging la the list hour of his 12-hour trick as he was In the first. He did not growl or grumble if he was kept a few minutes or a half hour over his time. Persons who came In fretful went away with soothed feelings.

No one could be grumpy in his presence. He was a treasure to Hudnut, but Hudnut was awfully slow about showing his appreciation. . Mr. Sweetser Was Pleased. One morning, at nearly eight o’clock, an angry and impatient man came bustling Into the store. He wanted five cents’ worth of .flag root, and he asked in a challenging voice if Perry had the stuff. Perry smiling assured him that he; did. He wrapped up the preparation? handed it and a eheck to the man, smiled, and thanked him. The visitor looked at him in amazement “Where do you come from?" he asked. “How did'you get here?” It was a rough inquiry, but the young man, in his bashful, quiet way, told the gentleman In a few words who he was afid where he'came from, and then the gentleman told him he was mighty glad to meet Mm. “I went over to the drug store in the Astor house to get this thing,” he said, “and I was insulted. The fool in that place told me sneerlngly that they did not sell five cents’ worth of anything. I came over here ready to fight, and you treated me like a gentleman. lam glad to know you, young man.” Then the gentleman gave his card to Perry. The gentleman was Mr. Sweetser of the great firm of Sweetser, Pembroke & Co. He Was one of the greatest merchants- of New York and a millionaire many times over. He felt so good over the treatment he had received In getting that five cents' worth of flag root that he spent 118 on toilet preparations before he left the establishment Next morning he was at Hudnut’s again. He had a pre-

scription written by the famous Doctor Seguin. He presented It challengIngly to young Perry. "Can you fill that?" he asked. "Yes," Perry, replied. ' The drugs called for were very rare, end Mr. Sweetser knew IL Made a Host of Friends. Most ot the drug clerks downtown at that* time took themselves very seriously. They were pompous and self-assured. Men like Sweetser found 4t a pleasure to deal with the kindly, bashful young night clerk at Hudnut’s. What Is more, they went to Hudnut and told him about it, but Hudnut kept this fact to himself. There never was a drug clerk downtown who made so many friends as Charles J. Perry, or who had so many odd experiences, and no man has reason to know more of the value of courtesy. Once he had a man come to him in the early morning and put out a handful of gold. "Isn’t it nice money?” the man asked. "It Is," Perry replied.- . "Take It in your hand," said the man. Perry did so. When Jie expressed his admiration again Perry started to give the gold back. "No, It’s yours; keep IL You have earned every dollar of It for your kindness to me," said the man, and walked out. f?; For 18 years Perry worked for Hudnut The highest pay he ever received there was $29 a week. He had offers innumerable from other druggists. They offered him twice what he was getting from Hudnut, and then, when, he declined that, asked him to name his own price. Business meh, big and little, were not slow to realize what this modest, courteous man was worth In business, and they suggested that he open an establishment for himself, and that they would back him. A hundred such offers were made to him, hut he declined all of them until October 6, 1886. «... Opened His Own Store. Then the New York Sun cams out with- a big, firstrpage story with the heading, "Something Hew Under the Sun. It told how Charles J. Perry, the "Little Father of Park Row,” had opened a drug store of his own "under the Sun." It was one of the most graceful bits of free advertising a New York newspaper ever gave to a kindly, worthy man. And there probably never was another man In New York

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who started business under Jutt such ' conditions as did Charles J. Perry. The, moneyed mep associated with him put up the money. -He did not have to invest one cent, but he got a controlling interest in the corporation because of the trade value of his courtesy. That was a queer drug store “under the Bun.” You had to go tip three steps to get into it. Such a thing in New Yofk was unheard of. but it made no difference with Perry’s friends. Betook nearly all the trade of Hudnut with him- The gold mine was moved from the Herald building to the Sun. When the Pulitzer building was built Perry became its first tenant. For some years he conducted one establishment in the Sun building and one in the World. Now he has just the one in the Pulitzer building and pays |25,000 rent for the space he occupies. There Is not another drug store in America like it The business it does Is immense. It does the largest soda business In the world. There are some other places that do as much business within specified hours, but Perry is open all the time. Modest and Kindly as Ever. He has not changed a bit In manner from the day he went into Hudnut's as a soda water boy. He is just as modest just as bashful, just as kindly, just as courteous. No one ever has known him to lose his temper. He is a student —a student of the people. He knows the retail business as few men know it. Once, when he was a boy, he saw a woman carrying a babe in lower Broadway. Perry was strong and vigorous in those days. He asked the privilege of carrying theochild so that the woman, who seemed ailing,

might rest herself. He carried the child from Bowling Green to Vesey street, and he was nearly exhausted when he turned it over to its mother. That taught him a great lesson. Never does a woman enter his establishment now with a child in her arms or a child by her side that he or a clerk does not hurry forward with a chair for her to rest on. It is not oply enact of courtesy and an act of kindness, but a good stroke of business, for be knows, and every good retail merchant knows, that once you get a customer to sit down, he or she feels from that time forward that that store is his or hers. A lot of men have preached that politeness costs nothing and is the soundest of assets. They -ate half wrong and half right Politeness is an asset, but it often entails a sacrifice. '. S The Perry of today works just as hard as the Perry of 1868, He has the same faculty for making friends and holding them. The Hendersons, the Danas, the Reids, the Raymonds have gone, but now and then you will see the Brisbanes, the Wardmans, the Relcks, the young Pulitzers, the Seitzs and the other giants of metropolitan journalism in Perry’s chatting with the doctor. Sticks to Old Customs. He has done more acts of kindness, more acts of charity and more acta of courtesy than probably any other man In all New York. And he has done them all modestly, bashfully. He sticks to old friends and old customs. He occupied the same room in the Astor house for more than a sco/e of years. He has been the first man to vote in his precinct in the. First assembly district in every election for the last 35 years. He would feel miserable if he were not busy or if he were not polite. He will not live uptown because it distresses him to see per- ' sons over-crowded and suffering in the subway and in the “L" trains. One of the strangest things about him is, that although he never wrote an article in his life, and never worked a day on a newspaper, he has one of the finest senses for news of any man in New York. No one knows this better than James Gordon Bennett, for twice Mr. Bennett has offered the editorship of the Herald to this modest, bashful man who has built up a great business on the rock of courtesy. (Copyright, I*K. by the MoClure Nswspa