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man (whose one fault lay in that he loved her) did not appeal to her pity

But her arroide of the target; at least, there appeared no result

to her archery in malice Not once had the intended victim looked over to

where she sat And yet she knew that he ; he could not

possibly avoid it and be human And when he finally came forward to take

his cup, she leaned toward Herr Rosen

"You take two lumps?" she asked sweetly It was only a chance shot, but

she hit on the truth

"And you remember?" excitedly

"One lu

She picked up a cube of sugar and dropped it into his cup She 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 Benedictine

Nora made no mistake with either Abbott's cup or the Barone's; but the two

men were filled with but one desire, to throw Herr Rosen out of the

What had begun as a beautiful day was now beco black and

uncertain