Bisbee daily review., 1906-03-11

found Marietta. ns always, under the apple tree. Tho orchard was asiow with white and green. snowy blossoms overhead, green, waving grass beiov. from which the buttercups and daisies pceped out coyiy. had often wondered how Marietta came by that calmness which so iii accorded with her rippling name and her Italian percentage. But my mother was English, you know" she had told me.
 know no more about Marietta than this She had come three weeks ago to the cot, tase. and with her an elderly dusnna. A had been devoted to shaking on the dsenna, for she stuck very close. But this morning Marietta was alone.
 hariettA." | saId, for to this three short weeks had brought me.
 Marietta smiled at me.
 What do you want to knewt' she asked.
 That you will continue to sit under the apple tree"
 But if 1t ralusr' she cried, in mock dlsmay.
 Ut never rains tn England" told her, soiemnly.
 An aiiesoryr' she said.
 Yes" said I, "sn allesory.'
 When 1t rains"----
 ''when it rsins--r' said.
 ''t shall aot sit under the apple tree" she said.
 And I. on the other hand" said.
 "If you can And ne" said she,
 "f shall nnd you" said I.
 And nay ducnnaf" she asked.
 Forty thousand duennss shall not stop me" 1 said.
 She jumped up.
 ''I must go," she said.
 "so soonf' pleaded.
 There are many things to be done"
 What do you do with yourself all dayr' asked.
 She shook her finger at me and moved away without answering. At the orchard gate she turned and spoke to me over her shoulder
 'I am going to buy an umbrella" she said. and with laugh she disappeared.
 By some strange mischance 1t did not rain the next day, nor the next. nor the day after that Never had England known such a Spring. And Spring rippened into Summer, and still the rain did not come. In the churches they prayed for rain, but none prayed for it more heartily than I. And all this time Marietta sat under the apple tree
 The hne weather was responsible for the country.
 The dear rhiid." she wrote. ''ls looking pale and hipped. am sure you will be pleased to find room for us in your hachelor home for a few days: breath of .t.E- tkn 1hf fi up again"
 The dear child' vas Beatrice. A flew days" would mean week at least, If not two. Beatrice and are cousins, distant cousins but stIll cousins. My aunt was really not my aunt st all, but aunt only by marriage. But had I been married tc her myself she could hardly have stuck closer to me than she did. Between atrlce and me-in the mind of my aunt existed 6 secret understanding. Outside of my aunt's mind there was nothing but Il f-nternal sort of good-fellowship. Bu' ever since Beatrice and I were children pcoplc-prompted, no doubt, by my aunt had always said that we were engaged and should eventually marry. Beatrice had never taken the trouble to contradict them, and until she did I saw no reason for settling the matter one way or the other. It seemed possible culmination but there was no need to hurry. At that time | had not met Marietta. There was one small window in my house which gave a view to the orchard and the apple tree It was natural that my aunt should go and look out of this window on the first morning of her ar rival. My aunt broke in. bristling, upon Beatrice and me in the library.
 There is," she panted, "a most extraor' dinary looking young person sitting under an apple tree in your orchard"
 Her manner annoyed me.
 My dear aunt" I said. deliberately, II think you are mistaken. The lady in ques'