Bisbee daily review., 1908-07-23
THE gBEE DAILY REVIEW BsBEE ARIZONA THURSDAY

rebellious band of tenants who had sworn that either they, Miss Byrne or her plano must leave the house on the first of the incoming month. While these men, at war with a defenseless girl, were fuming and swearing and shaking their clenched fists at the wall which separated Miss Byrne from them, let us look in upon the maiden. all unconscious of the enmities she had aroused.
 She finished the one hundred and sixty-eightn rendition of the dainty peasant dance, and, closing the piauo, moved across the neat and cozy par Tor, faintly perfumed with delicate odor of lilac, to the little writing table and penned a note to her sister. We may read over her shoulders as she wrote:
 Dear Lou: There Is nothing to write, only I know you are wondering. If is win all or lose all with me. may go back to the counter of a department store but it won't be until l have to.
 I've taken the litle money mother left me and furnished the apartment and dressed myself with the quietest taste, so as to look ladylike on the smallest out lay. I've thrown myself headlong into everything that's doing in swell church, and I am so quiet and demure that don't think you'd recognize your merry romp of a sister if you saw me.
 I made a bad choice of an apartment house because the men here are nearly all married and are such oysters that not one has yet made my acquaintance. The landlord is single, though, and rich, and the elevateF-boy, my only friend, tell ma ha'G a women and that any woman can fool him up to the eyes.
 Not that I want to fool anybody, Lou dear. Only, I'm as good as any girl that's got a horne and a husband-and love I'm too good to stand and yell year in and year out, with a filny. one to-a-thousand chance of marrying floor walker before I die.
 l am so lonely and I am playing such a desperate game! But if you could look in on me, Lou, I'd just simply let loose and we'd have real old time romp. am breaking the ice here in the Mortarty Maisonette in the funniest way. I'm do- ing 1t with a piano. It's bound to get me acquainted with somebody of the adorable sex. But you must wait until tell you how my piano is helping me when I know how it all turns out
 Your loving sister.
 CORDELIA.
 That's our last word, Moriarty," Mir. Mahoney was saying to the landlord, who stood with his back against the wall, facing the other members of the Pinochle club, the Maisonette's turned into a music box that plays only the one tune, and it's case of good riddance to bad rubbish with the lot of us"
 Hold on, now" said Moriarty, whats the use of such talk between friends? Leave it to me. I'll go and see the girl and give her the K-bosh, all right. Whats her and her plan ner to me, where the likes O you old friends is concerned?"
 Moriarty, with firm and business like temper, left their angry presence. When Miss Byrne opened the door to receive his visit, she greeted him with such evident, though guarded and blushing, pride, as would have fiat tered any man alive. As she set out a chair for him, she said that he was the first visitor who had honoTed her apartments and that she thought it most kind of him to pay her this high compliment. Then she sat opposite to him, at a well chosen distance, sug- gestive neither of familiarity nor prud- ish deeorum. And, all the time, she let flow a current of the most shrewd- ly chosen remarks, the purpose of which was yelled by great maidenly f simplicity and modesty.
 While Mir. Moriarty was yielding to a sense of shame for having planned ! rudeness to so pretty little lady, he Y gradually became interested in the matter, as we'll as the manner, of her . speech. He learned of her loneliness, / her piety, her domesticity and of her very respectable family connections. ! His sympathy was first aroused, then his admiration. His gallantry yielded to 1 devotion.
 But how rude have been." Miss Byrne presently exclaimed. T have not asked whether you had any special eTrand. Or, did you really come to offer me the first kind word l have had in my new home"
 T heard your pianner," the clumsy fellow began, in reply, "and-and-" He pretty nearly blurted out the truth.
 "oh! did you like the little piece 1 was playing?"
 Twas the most angelic tewn ever I heard in my life" Moriarty an- swered, recovering his native tact.
 Then, do let me play it for you. Oh, I don't mind bit"
 She ended the performance with . medley of Irish airs, played with fair amount of cleverness. She was fin ished. And the last string which held Moriarty's heart in place was loos.
 ened: both that organ and his brain
 went afioat upon the troubled sea of , love.
 When at length he bid Miss Byrne , good night; she dropped hint that her
 pious duties at St. Catherine's were , interesting her to such a degree that
 she was seriously thinking of taking : the veil" and devoting herself to the 1, church. The rogue said this so soberly , with such half expressed suggestion , of earnestness and doubt of her worth
 mess that she put Moriarty in an , agony lest she should take holy yowi before 1t would be fit time for him tt
 propose marriage to her. Facing his friends at the card table !. somewhat later, he was unable to con ;, ceal his scorn for their unmanly be havior of an hour before. e wen pass no words" said he, "ex