Bisbee daily review., 1909-04-17

nA DM days the small
 ElE A&g neighbors on eith-
 tlfygEt CT. side had made
 IiffH> it the dwelling
 tY place of countless
 princes and prin- cesses of their fancy. and there was 70, denying that a real one was ever 50 much more satisfactory.
 When Miss Dare first dawned on the view of sJargery and Peggy she was immediately acclaimed an an gel The idea was not a new one. however. for it had been voiced of her GeneraLy ever since-wcu, ever cince she had come into the world to be. the object of loving dispute among count. less aunts and uncles. not to mention grandparents and neighbors and friends and-but that ia hat the story is about
 From this time on Miss Care vas the recipient of the ardent devotion of two little girls. It was expressed in the most unexpected ways. from the be- stowal of a rescued and bedraggled puppy to sticky and decidedly doubt ful looking samples of their united ef- fcrts at fudgemaking.
 All went with comparative smooth. ness until they" came-"they" being an assortment of young men who were prone to dance attendance upon Vie toria. They were all duly inspected by Margery and Peggy, and privately approved of or disapproved of, as the case might be. Safety lay in numbers. however, and nothing serious was ap- prehended until the matter was sifted down to two, the others having been promptly relegated to the none too ex. elusive station of brother"
 With the usual keen observance of their tender years, the small neigh bors were quick 10 discover that on Wednesday morning there was wont to be seen with disturbing regularity a quantity of American beauty roses at Miss Dare's home With unusual penetration, they discovered that these invariably followed the Tuesday even ing calls of one Arthur Lee With equal persistency and in equal profu sion appeared on Friday mornings the pink roses following the Thursday evening calls. of one Joseph Jeffreys At first both were regarded with un- disguised hostility by two pairs of childish eyes, but gradually, by their clever management of bribes in the gay of candy, this sentiment was re- duced to a sort of tolerant friendship
 Things were progressing favorably, when one day Margery was heard to say with considerable heat: Anyhow, if some one Is bound to marry Miss Dare, I do hope it will be MT. Lee. I always have liked 'em best with light hair in fairy tales"
 As 1t happened, Peggy had always been keenly partial to dark-haired he roes, and Mir Jeffreys' choice of can dy being much to her taste. she loy- ally waged a wordy war in his de- fense
 After that there was no longer true unity in their friendship. Margery was addicted to noting the superior ity of American beauties over pink roses, while Peggy upheld the other side of the argument.
 Much to the amusement of Victoria. they would. with an elaborate show of innocence, try to discover which of the two was the favored one. Miss Dare showed surprising willingness to discuss each in turn with studied impartiality.
 There came a morning-a Thursday mo-ning-when. contrary to her usua. custom. Miss Dare received Margery and Peggy in her own rooms up stairs. Soon she was conscious of two pairs of eager eyes regarding e profusion of violets about the room This discovery was rapidly followed by the question:
 "Ch, who sent the lovely violets. Miss Dare?"
 Victoria hesitated a moment. the5 laughingly answered;
 Why. dear. the Wednesday nigh. man."
 For time the eamity Of Margery and Peggy was at rest. and they again had a common interest-the mysteri- aus Wednesday night man Miss Dare, however, evinced supreme indiEer- ence to such an interesting subject.
 At last they came to the conclusion, that she didn't care bit for him. Be cause" said the knowing Margery. "she never talks about him as she does about Mir Lee"
 Because" declared Peggy. ~shs doesn't keep his flowers in the front windows as she does the pink rcses."
 So they were convinced of the hope lessness of the case Of the wednssda, night man.
 But there came time when both agreed that grown-up people really did the most unexpected things; for both the red and the pink roses ceased to come. and the florist seemed to know nothing but violets.
 Again Margery and Peggy took up a common cause, and this time it was that of the Wednesday night man.