Bisbee daily review., 1903-04-14
ONE OF THE
 BEVERLY GIRLS

 brown cheek and unexpected dimpies whenever she talked, but she didn't | talk much. She lived out of doors
 mostly, and she heartily detested head
 coverings of any. description, so that
 her haxen hair was crisped over to the | color of August corn tassels. Patty was incongruous and unlike
 the other Beverlys. People said she
 was a misfit.
 Cheseldine had heard of the charms of the Beverly girls before he went
 to the little country town of Yarrow, which they iilumined with the bril-
 liance of their beauty. Moreover, it had
 been predicted that he would fall a
 victim to Medora Beverly, for that was
 the accepted rule. Still there were ex- | captions, and some did escape Medo- ra's Vaccinations. only to become en- tangled in the silken web of Lillians
 golden hair or fall under the spell of
 Lora's wonderful singing. Cheseldine l proved what might be called an ex- ceptional exception. for neither the magnolia complexion and melting dark l eyes of Medora. the golden locks and
 blue orbs of Lillian nor the witching
 voice of Lora held the charm that he found in Patty's little contradictory
 face and odd. alert ways. He had only met her accidentally. No one ever
 seemed to think Patty of much impor- tance And yet he. John Cheseldine. who had travelled half over the world
 and never sued for woman's love, found | himself slave.
 They became chums after a fashion,
 and she showed him where the hazel
 nut patches and papaw thickets were. One day he saw her gather a little
 bunch of yellow threads that tangled
 about an herb.
 "Now we can tell our fortunes" she
 said- He looked on, mystified "It is golden dodder, or love vine' l You take a single thread, tie loose knot. think of the one you love and try
 to draw the knot tight. If the thread ] breaks. you will never marry that per
 son; if not, you will"
 | He laughed. Lets try it." he said. | Did you ever have your fortune I told, MT. Cheseldine?
 I "Once-by gypsy woman She said | was going to marry a widow" | Patty moved quickly. and the tnge | of red spread over her brown cheek. 1 ~And l know now she was lying" | "Why are you so sureY' Patty drew | up the golden knot sine was tying with
 a vicious little twist that snapped it. l Because do not choose that it shall
 be true. You've wrecked your love ] with that thread, Lady Patty. Try an f other"
 I Lady Patty" was the whimsical l title he had given her from the first l She dropped all the golden snarl of 1 vine upon the ground and turned her
 head away.
 "Who did you name?" he asked. 1 "Nobody-I won't tell. It's all lie, 1 anyway" she said sharply, and, look ing into her face, he saw she was press ing her lips tight together to keep them 1 from quivering. He was puzzled
 Lady Patty, have said anything to offend youY'
 'No." She turned her head steadfast- Iy away. Let us go home" They went on slowly. John was
 badgering his brain for solution of Patty's change of mood. It was as if
 q bright spring day suddenly became overcast: with furry of snow. | They Game to the bars oe great l meadow. Far across 1t, on the slope
 of the hill was the little village church
 and back of 1t the peaceful Gods 1 acre." whose stones gleamed white in the sunshine. Patty stood gazing at it with solemn eyes.
 l Have you any friends there2" John asked reverently. Then sine let her
 eyes-soft. mysterious gray eyes, they overcome back to his face as she an
 swered simply:
 1 My husband"
 Patty. dear. are you wild? Your I 0usDaut- Nuy, lOu are scdICtiy uort
 than child. Are you not one of the
 Beverly girIsY"
 T am Walter BeverIys widow. You
 may have heard the girls mention their dead brother Walter. am cIassed as one of the Beverly girls and no one ! thinks me of enough importance to ex- pIain pr even remember about it, but l am twenty three and have been a widow for four years. Please lower the bars now and let us go bome"
 And then he remembered the fortune teller-the widow
 Patty. Lady Patty, wai6r he cried II never knew; ! never dreamed it. Nobody told me of it. took it for granted you were the youngest of the Beverly sisters. Love, stop. will not let you go through the bars until I have told you. I named Patty when I tied the love vine knot. and, see. it is drawn tight Who did you name?
 Lower the bars" she ordered i'm