Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-22

nett, who lived next door. into tn, ] mysteries of backward somersauIt, and skinning the cat, for which per tormances maternal foresight haC properly equipped her. Her short kill | skirt was but a concession to con ventionality. Her knickerbockers gave her all the freedom of limb necessar, 70 the execution of boyish pastimes and made possible those feats which IS yet it had not entered inG the in 1 :ant head of Bobby Bennett to at tempt
 | Helen and her ~rsil-dressed doll ba bfes permeated the house with an ail of well-ordered little girlhood that wa. very gratifying to ones sense of the fitness of things. Come, Patsy" she said, as she sat upon the drawing room floor dressing her dolls one morning shortly after her advent into Patsy's life. "get your dcils and vel play"
 Patsy shook her head. T haven't any" she said.
 NO dolls," exclaimed Helen. Don't you play with dolls?"
 "No," said Patsy.
 Then I s'pose you play with Bobby Bennett, like Josephine ia," suggest ed Helen.
 No, l don't play with Bobby; ] don't like Bobby every day" saic Patsy.
 And don't like dolls. eltherr" asked Helen.
 Now, Patsy was little lady, and she did net wish to say no in the very face of two such nice dolls as were Helen's, especially strange dolls. So she said only: T think yours are very nice'
 Yes, they are" aequiesced Helen. as she took them both into her anx lous arms. But I couldn't lend you one of them. Patsy. These are my newest ones. and I am afraid you might break them. Josephine does She breaks them dreadful 'Oh, no" said Patsy. T don't want them. I have my own children"
 "But you just said you hadn't. Pat. sy." said Helen, slowly putting her dolls back on the soft-cushion again.
 T will go and get them" said Pat sy, and she went.
 Presently she came back and put a red carpet footstool down beside Hell en and went away again. She had been gone a long while when she came back quite out of breath. drag. ging the lid of sewing-machine iu one hand and a yellow table-Grawer in the other.
 Helen laughed. T thought you were never coming" she said Couldn't you find them?"
 "Yes," said Patsy, these are my children. This is my boy and this is Susie, and this"
 Patsy stopped speaking and turned to lock for her baby. Helens dolls were leaning against 2 red carpet footstool. Patsy moved them gently away. T think" she said. your It. tie girls are too old to play with my baby. They look about Susie's age"
 Helen looked at the strange children and said nothing. Then she put her head down on Patsy's boy and laughed. She looked up at Patsy, but Patsy did not even smile.
 T don't think, Patsy, that can low my little girls to play with such funny children az yours" said Helen, as she gathered up her dolls and stood up.
 There followed a long, solemn mo ment, during which nobody said any thing. Then Patsy put her head down lovingly on her baby, and two hot tears rolled down her cheeks and were dried by the baby. Helen was sorry for her. She screwed herself back in to big chair and tried to explain.
 You see. could not possibly, Patsy. 1 They couldn't come to my tea par ties, cause they haven't any mouths to eat with, and they couldn't go out to walk with my little girls, cause they couldn't take hold of their hands. And they couldn't be undressed and l put to bed, cause they don't wear clothes. I'm very sorry for you. Patsy, but you see they aren't any kind Ot childrep at all. They're just boxes and drawers and stools"
 The more lucid Helen made her ex | planations, the faster the tears rolled down Patsy's cheeks, and when Helen said they weren't children, Patsy screamed. It was a very bitter mo ment, when all the world seemed ar rayed against her and her children.
 Bobby had never before seen Patsy cry. Of course, he knew that little girls did cry sometimes, but he could not think that any had ever cried iT the dreadful way in which Patsy wal crying now. It frightened him, ana 1 when he again leaned out the window he somehow dropped quite all the wal out.
 Josephine, to whom the situation was not novel, and in whose expe rience the antidote for tears had beel laughter. now sat down on Patsy little boy and laughed at Patsy. Pats. sat up and stopped crying, though he eyes were still blinded with tears, an