Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-24

No doubt Brooke had chosen it. 4 solemn butler, looking unaffectedly hostile, opened the door,
 ''Is Mrs. Brooke at home?" gasped Mansfield
 Mrs. Brooke does not breakfast till s:3sei was the chilling reply.
 "I-Fm an old friend" said Mans field, "I'Il wait"
 'T will take your card up if the busi. ness is urgent" said the butter.
 Mansfield affected to search for his card. He had long ceased to use such things, but the butler, he felt, would not have condoned such a breach of fashion.
 I've no card with me-" he ex- plaired. Say Herbert Mansfield
 T don't want to say it" said the but Ter.
 q mean. that's my name" explained Mansfield.
 The mistress never receives in the morning" objected the butler. "The At Home days are the second and fourth Tuesday, between 4 and $ D. m."
 Mansfield took a haIf-crown piece from his pocket, and the butler yielded.
 Well, sir, if yOu'n wait in the cab for few minutes, I'll send your name up," he said.
 After a long delay the butler re- turned.
 .ssrb. ,,.s+ros- x~;lr s-,s. ,-o,, oi E.: half-an-hour, unless you would prefer to return to luncheon"
 The message chilled him but to postpone the meeting till luncheon time was unthinkable. He followed the butler to large drawing room, and was left alone with yesterdays news paper and a view of the pTim from garden. The heavy door was shut upon him; no sound reached his ears turing the long, long wait that fot lowed.
 The room was crowded with furni. lure, knicknacks, framed photographs, frail tables, footstools, and fully draped statuettes. Accustomed to the simplicity of semi-tropical land, the crowded, ugly room jared upon Mans field. He laid the blame upon the de- ceased. Coralie must have retained the furniture out of respect for the dead mans mid-Victorian tastes.
 At last the door opened, and thay stood faceto-faee. The lonely years feIl away and were forgotten as he looked upon her untarnished beauty. There was no change, save that she had grown a little thinner The color man tied her cheek, and her bright eyes sank modestly under his eager gaze. He tried to speak her beloved name, but emotion held him speeches. in this supreme moment of ecstasy, upon which he had counted for more than year. He forgot Brooke. he forgot her broken VOWS; all his loneliness and suffering seemed as unsubstantial In that wonderful moment of reunion as dream or meringue. His ecstasy lasted some five seconds at most; but emotion is not to be measured by time, nor weighed like so much bacon.
 She came forward brfskly. offering Jim her hand, at arms length, just as If she had been some rather welcome acquaintance. Simultaneously chill ing torrent of words poured from her red lips. How d'you do, Mir. Mans ] field? I'm so glad to see you again. I'm afraid I've kept you waiting quite long time; but, you see, I'd no idea you would come so early, and seldom have breakfast before half-past nine" !"
 Why, yes." he said drearily, feeling as If he had lost his individuality "yes. I'm afraid I'm too early"
 No, not at all," she said. Have you breakfasted?" He made an effort to remember. feel Ing how little food mattered. and won dering whether this could actually bs liner greeting. He longed for some dem onstration of love. and she spoke of breakfast. The thought of food sick ened him.
 "Pn tell Harris to have something cooked at once." she said. You must be famished after your journey. They seldom prepare anything but an egg or two for me"
 "Pray don't trouble" he said, try ing to hide his disappointment. "T'm not hungry"
 Silence fell upon them for a mo ment, but she cloaked her en5arrass-