Bisbee daily review., 1909-08-27
The DisGfecti0n
 Of Adelaide
By Lour0 Simmons
scopyrish. by J. B. LIppinco.r co.)

Copyright. by J. B. Lippincott Co)
 What deucedly good luck. had slipped into the only vacant seat in the fast-moving express and found myself at Rosalie's side. Please take me along," pleaded. 'Tl go any. where you say. Don't shake me of. I'm going. any way-since you press me so hard" added satirically, for my beloyed's expression was none too cordial.
 Whats the matter?" I demanded. "Still grumbling about Adelaide? III wager you are going out there to call this morning. Me, too; so glad hap pened alongi"
 T suppose"-Rosaiie punctuated her remarks by wrathfil, futile little tugs at her small, mouse gray gloves as she jerked out the words-'I suppose am expected to call sooner or later She's been married over year now. 20 I may as well have it over with. But I don't pretend to have forgiven her. Of course we shall hear that she's been rapturously happy, buried in that i'm possible little village, with her aesthet- ic housekeeping and absurd ideals as the wife of a struggling professor. That brilliant. wonderful woman. confess I've never quite recovered from the shock"
 Don't take it so hard. dear" (having proposed to Rosalie regularly once q week since New Years, I feel triyi- legged about the "dearH). Why shouldn't woman marry if she likes, and Adelaide was certainly a beauty. h spite of her PhD. l remember that she wore something pink at the Scien- lists reception last year-something all soft and messy and chifony-you'd d never have dreamed that she was an Psychologist. Besides. one couldn't eA- pect woman as charming as she to remain single forever" I sighed plain lively, and stole q glance sidewise to see whether my shot had taken effect.
 Never was nose dismal failrre Ros- alie's expression was most di3courag. ing, and her lovely nose was tilted to an alarming angle. s--
 Never mind AdelaiCS," l hastened Q add. tenderiy. Just permit a poor inferior being to tell you how cruelty. heartlessly lovely you are looking to cay in that yellow-no, drab-er-yes, drab affair"
 This drab affair" interposed my lady. in chilling tones, 'fs an oyster gray crepon, combined with yal.~
 I ro,..atna what's val, Really, Rosalie, think you might explain some of these mys- terious terms. When a fellow has been up half the night grinding away over Blackstone. and is crammed full of Forts and Mortgages and things like that. little more knowledge can't possibly injure him. And I have a morbid yearning to learn about val"
 Such future before her, Such glorious promise, Oh. it is positively tragici' Rosalies exasperation seemed to attain a climax as we al.ghted at the pretty rural station and locked about us, before vending our xay up the solitary village street. An authority on everything Egyptian, too, Could tell you all about the Ptolemys. and hierogIyphics. and-and cunei- forms-and things nobody else ever xnows anything about
 "Or cares, either. Say. Rosie, there's hat little goid-dust curl again. jus. yer your left ear"
 And we were to have a lecture course from her this very fall. And now to think how she has slumped. secome lost in the crowd, and doing iu rothing after ail,"
 -Sh-h, it's the next house," We 5und ourselves approaching a quaint put most attractive little cottage.
 hiSh. as we simultaneously observed.
 si;ed exactly like Adelaide.
 -as ci-r--s did have a knack with
 -s.' admitted Rosalie tentatively. we paused to inspect the wonders If ;he midsummer garden-the fame t topples along the walk. and the cereal p!nks and impassioned pur- les of the mornlag-glories. as they Eola;ed a:abitiousiy above the trei- .s-worx of the bread piazza.
 What a kaleidoscope retreat" ssiel admiringly Haven't I always to'G you, Rosie girl. that there are in aa.te possibilities in any spot-evea ? 3 suburban village. where every prospect pieases. and only man is t-.sscfeI, Nox dCa't you fancy .ha,