Bisbee daily review., 1909-06-01
AM UNBELIEVINC MOTH
Dy .. .. PhImIpe

his Star--an event for which he he'd striven. to be mathematically exact. | two months and 26 days. he was so agitated he could scarcely play his conventional part. much less make the clever remarks he felt were the occa- sion's due. The Star-otherwise Nada Bartlett Twas so used to masculine efforts st brilliancy. which were often signal ! failures. that the words This is pleasure" startled her, by their sim plicity and evident sincerity. into look ing quite definitely at the man who said them. She favored him with a most bewitching smile, sending him deeper into the mire of the common place. Let's go out where it's cool" was his next remark, incoherent to him. but apparently understood for his sug- gestion was seconded by a deepening of the smile.
 Bruce Ware had made so many pi,- grimages up those particular steps. it seemed sometimes to him that he must have worn pathway peculiar to himself For Moth, he seemed to himself to presume. But at the end of the pathway was the golden smile of Nada Bartlett. and in its witchery he forgot to remember his presump- ton.
 This night was no exception. Nada. radiant in a glorified gown of white. came to meet him with graciously ex- tended hand.
 "So glad to see you. Bruce. I was feeling horribly lonely until the maid brought your card"
 Bruce, struggling against the desire to believe that the pleasantly personal in those words could have any deeper meaning. smiled in a manly, whole hearted way.
 Be careful, or l shall soon be ad- vertising myself as sure cure for the blues
 Don't do it. It's selfish. perhaps kat I'm not willing to share my need Of your society,"
 T don't thinx there's danger of com petition, as long as you can endure having such commonplace duffer about" Bruce answered, with his usual simple directness.
 Miss Bartlett bent over a huge mass of crimson roses and apparently minutely admired each separately. Then she looked up at him with pc cnliar smile Don't you rather under rate yourself?' she asked, very slowly.
 Rather, it is apparently you who 1 overrate my value I don't know just why. Nada. you are so kind to me you who know so many brilliant men"
 Miss Bartlett was a beauty woman of the world, worldly, and an exceed l ingiy clever writer. Therefore TO logical reasoning accounted for the ex- quisite and very evident blush that, ] tried to rival the crimson roses.
 Don't your" she questioned. paus- ing for a wee time. Then she hurried on: "So-called brilliant people don't always satisfy one feel so often like a puppet that must dance just so. or my public will tire. It's drag, this trying to keep the pace. can be just myself with you, Bruce, and it's such a comfort"
 When you need comfort-when you feel blue-though God knows why you should-send for me-" Bruce admon- ished. with loyally tender smile.
 "Only then?'
 The almost whispered words swep; him to where she stood, still toying with the roses.
 Don't look so, Nada, I can't stand it. loving you as l dol" He took her hands in a clasp almost harsh. And don't let my telling you this make any difference. I'm always your friend. al ways"
 Only that?"-with . tenderly' wist. ful ghost of smile.
 That's enough for . chump like me, dearie. I'm willing to take | crusts."
 Quite wiliing?'
 Don't. Nada, Your sweetness only l makes me wretched," He let her hands fall and stood looking at her with miserable attempt at smile.
 Why wretched?" This time the glory of her eyes fairly dazzled the Moth.
 "Because-oh. Nada, You can't really care for chump like me? Can you?''
 Nada indulged fetching smile. "P'reps I can't-but l do."
 Bruce caught her to wildly beating heart. But he could not wholly be lieve.
 Why do you, Nada? There are so many men Men who have written books. music, painted pictures
 slender hand put a check on his lips.
 They are puppets like myself. play things of fickle public. But you are man. dear. It is l who should ask why you care
 But the doubting Moth had ceased to doubt. and. according to time worn but ever new custom, he, sealed the bargain with kiss.
 Still More Wonderful.
 'It is remarkable that birds are SO intelligent, when they're so small.