Bisbee daily review., 1908-01-25
One Touch
 Of Nature.

By Conslanee D'Arcy Macksy.
1907. by P. c. Eastlnent

to Auii StOp, TOT lne second time n four minutes. with a jerk that threw that young gentleman with some ylo Iepee against the padded seat. an angry dent showed between his eyes
 Its the sp'- began the chauffeur speedily and apologeticaIly getting ou, of the car.
 q don't care what it Is" growled Lortng. He was already on the side walk. Take the blamed thing hack to the house-h you know how-and don't call for me tonight unless you can guarantee to run it. Understand?''
 ''Yes, sir" mumbled the chauffeur.
 Loring turned on his heel. Before he had gone a block he was whistIing blitheIy. It was impossible to be angry on morning when the air was like amber, and the streets gilnted with that downpouring of sunshine that wealth of spring glory for which San Francisco has long been famous. It's buildings. as yet untouched by devas- tation, were sharply outlined against the blue. Youngsters were hurrying schoolward. and Loring threaded his way between their groups
 Look out. sonny" he laughed, as a small boy bumped into him. Did you spill your fiowevsT'
 Stopping, he gathered up the scat tered marigolds and replaced them in the child's chubby hand. It was then that he caught sight of tall girl com ing down the street with a string of children following. Something about the way she walked and held her head awoke remembrances in him.
 ''Why, Eileen!' he cried.
 For a moment the girl looked pug zled. Then she smiled. 'AIr. Carterr' she exclaimed. Even in this demo cratic country girl does not call young millionaires by their first names because she happens to have gone to grammar school with them.
 Flight years ago you used to call me Lorry," he reminded her.
 Did IT Her gray eyes oyerdowed with mirth. ''I remember that you used to dub me Freckiesr' She tilted up a chin as delicately white as porcelain.
 What are you doing now, Eileen?' said he.
 Isn't it rather obYious?" she asked, with glance at her following, that I'm teaching Kindergarten"
 Clay pigeons, paper mats and all thatT'
 Eileen nodded. Then they both laughed.
 ''If come over tonight will you show me how it's doneY' he queried. T believe I've almost forgotten"
 As Eileen assented she gave him a long look, with the inward comment that he hadn't changed particle since the day he used to steal her hair rib bons.
 As for Loring. ne was filled with wonder at the alchemy of the years that had changed gawky. brown pig tailed schoolgirl into this slender, deep eyed beauty. After this at least three evenings week found him in the little apartment that Eileen kept for her widowed mother and herself. The street was unfashionable and noisy. but, despite its crowded shrillness, LOT. ing liked 1t, as he liked the dusty euca- Iyptus tree that stood in front of Ei. leen's door, Such humble things had come to stand to him for signs and symbols.
 One night as he fingered over his after dinner coffee on the broad porch of his home overlooking the lawn his mother glanced at him with sudden quizzical sharpness. f|
 'Lorry." she burst out, docs it ever occur to you that you're a great disap- 
 She was pretty little woman, with a peeyish mouth and nervous. much be- ringed hands. Her voice held a note of accumulated wrongs
 "A great disappointment" she reit- erated.
 Tn what way?" said Loring quietly.
 You know quite we'll" she flashed. I've spoken of it often enough. good ness knowsp'
 You mean Grace Renston?" said Loring.
 Tt isn't as if she wasn't an attrac- live girl" pursued his mother irrele- vanity. She's of good family too. And ten millions! And every one knows she's interested in you. I can't see why you don't marry her"
 Loring set down his cup. 1t was hardly the moment he would have for condolences, but apparently the time had come.
 Because have already made up my mind to marry some one else"
 His mother gasped
 ''Lorry. My dear boy, Oh, hope she's suitable. You're prone to over look the really necessary qualiiica- ions?"
 ''she has beauty and grace and kind aess of heart" said Loring-
 And her peopIe?"
 Her mother is very estimable wo- nan. Her father was the janitor of he Myrtle street school"
 Then followed the scene which LOT ng had anticipated and dreaded-re- proaches. upbraidings and beseecbings 'n his mothers part. steel-Iike deter nination on his own Finally Loring rose.
 T am going to Portland tomorrow 'n business trip" he said, and in he meantime perhaps'-
 ''There is no perhaps about it." cried Mrs. Carter. on the verge of tears If your father had lived he might have been able to manage you. But # you 20 against me in this everything is ,Ser between us-fcreverf'
 The next night. standing before her .ys are. but there are a lot that win