Bisbee daily review., 1903-11-15

drew his knife and cut into the pois oned fesh, then drank deeply of the hiey liquid and knew no more.
 When he awoke day was breaking over the sandy waste. The east sparkled with blushing splendor and tfe brayest stars paled before the ad. vance of their regal lord. Jim's hec l 1. felt hot and heavy, his throat parched, and realizing the occurrence of the previous day, wearily dragged his blanket to grotto of rocks and crawl. ing in lay down and slept again.
 Time passed; at last he was awak- ened by the touch of a velvet nose on his face and opening his eyes he beheld his faithful horse
 In short order preparations for de- parture were completed. Though stiff and sore, Jim had slept of the terrible effects of the poison, and knowing that his horse had been to water, the though: of the same boon cheered his weaKened body, and just as the sun rose for the second time since leaving the Gulch Jim swung into the saddle and trotted northward.
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 Sunset Limited was due at 3:45. Already the hustle and stir about the small depot had commenced, though the clock hands still pointed forty five minutes before the hour of arrival Of the Southern Pacitic's magnificent train.
 The afternoon seemed weary even of its own existence, while the sparse foliage about the station appeared as if singed by the deserts blast. A dog started up from the shade and shambled across the shimmerIng tracks. Half way over he halted, turned tail and retreated to the sha- dy nook. The baggage master hauled the express trucks from the main track. incidentally swearing at the heat.
 Two passengers from the far away Ajo mine sat in the telegraph opera tors chair-one a fair girl of some | eighteen summers, he other her fath- CT. A small boy cooked eastward and volunteered the information that the train was chasing herself over the bridge" for he had seen the lazy line of smoke miles distant on the horizon. Fifteen minutes passed and the shrill whisue of 509 sounded in the quivering air, while from the saloon across the way three men is- sued One sang a drunken ditty, an other cursed rouhily at a chirping grass-hopper. and the third walked indifferentiy. They represented the idle society of the ,tatlon.
 With a steady roar of the exhaust the great mogul drew up beside the squatty box car of road" the con- o'.ctor walked to the office to sign for his orders, the brakeman assisted a little woman to the ground, helped the two passengers aboard, then wait ed the pleasure Of his chief
 A few passengers came out upon the platform, commenting unfavora- ply on the god-forsaken appearance of the country. for they had not seen the fair valleys; gave Arizona in gen. eraf a grand dressing down because one poor little station had dejected energy enough to exist by the grace of the Southern Pacific company; the conductor raised his rand and the ob- Ject of excitement drew out and was quickly lost in dust and smoke-at least to the observers eye.
 She who had been T passenger stood wtere she had anghted, a tear in her pretty eyes. great weight on her heart. and shily she looked for a kind person who would come to her assistance. AS 1t was, no one moved to her side. The drunken man grinned and avowed she was "so blast ed pretty she ought 70 have remained at home" but promptly his compan- ion drew him away lest he make "a brake" as the westerners say. The one boy about the place dug his toes into the hot sand and vainly wondered If she were school teacher of wo- mans suffrage advocate.
 At last the operator stepped out of his office, and seeing the fairy like, though dust begrimmed young lady, whistled under his breath and offered such assistance as she might need. Under the cooling influence of some ice water and a slice of melon. Miss Weston almost forgot her troubles in listening tc the bright talk of her en- tertainer.
 She told her companion the sad story, the reason she had come to the sunny southland. A brother, fond, intelligent and good hearted, became dissatisfied with the quiet and re- sponsible position he held and decided to go West His mothers wishes and entreaties prevailed not; his sweet hearts earnest endeavors made no impression.
 Tn anger he had left home, going to Arizona. He had gone to such a place as Tin Can Gulch. Did the op- | orator know of such a person as Jim | Weston? Yes, but was 1t possible | that young idiot like Jim possessed such a gem of a sister? The oper- ator's mind puzzled 'ver the enigma.
 The story went vn in its broken way-ths mothers rorrow. the long