Bisbee daily review., 1910-09-02
HIS CHOCOL ATE
 GIRL By B. RiTTENDON LITTLE. Copyright. sslo. by American Press
 Association.

That is the most singular thing l ever saw. Can 1 believe my eyes? There is The Chocolate Girl the pic ture have seen a hundred times. car rying the tray with pot of chocolate and cups and saucers on 1t. But in- stead of standing still. as any respect able 6gure in picture should do and as all picture figures did until the in yention of the viatiscope. she Is walk ing across the floor. There. She has put her tray on table. turned and walked deliberately out of the room.
 Am l in moving picture show? I am not am in bed. strange bed. strange room-everything strange. There Is picture on the wall. a pic ture of man stealing upon a deer to shoot him. I'll watch to see if the man moves. No: be doesn't. He continues to crouch with his thumb on the ham mer of his gun. his forefnger on the trigger The deer is nipping the grass. Perhaps if he gets the mans wind he'll toss his head and be of toward cover over in that wood No; the deer still nibbles. and the man still keeps watch ing him. They are making me tired. wish one or the other would show signs of life. or. rather. l wish the chocolate girl would come back.
 "I wonder how 1 came to be in this room. l believe I'll get up and go out and find out about it."
 I tried to rise. but fell back on my pillow.
 There must be something wrong about me. It seems that the chimes of fifty cathedrals are ringing at once in my head. If one would ring at time 1 fancy the sound would be very mu- sical. I see colors, too. as if the light were broken by prism.
 Here comes the chocolate girl"
 She came in softly, advanced to the bed. looked down at me. placed her hand on my forebead-oh. how soft and cool it felt.-then walked away.
 Now that she is nearer or there's more light or l can see her better. or something. l presume that she wears a white dress. white apron with a bib and straps over her shoulders. Her cap isn't exactly like the picture after all. wonder if it is really chocolate in the pitcher. Those things on the tray are not the little cups and saucers of the picture al all. There are one cup and saucer. a covered dish. a plate. a knife and fork"
 Come bere." said 10 the cbocolate girl.
 She turned quickly. as if surprised. and came to the bed looking at me crit ically.
 What l wish 10 know Is whether or not you are the chocolate girl.
 She put her hand on my forehead again sooshingly. but made no reply Indeed. the question didn't seem to sur prise her very much.
 Because if you are the chocolate girl want 10 say 10 you that I have loved you for years in the picture and now you have stepped out of 1t and into the flesh shall love you the same"
 The door opened and a man with a bald head and mutton chop whiskers came in. The girl turned 10 meet him and they conversed in low tones. l heard her say. He Is still delirious. " He stayed but a few moments. then went away.
 "So l am delirious. That's all non. sense. I'm i'll or have been. And this person whom l at first mistook for the girl in the picture Is my nurse. I'm glad I told her what did before l realized the conditions. When a man Is i'll and is ministered 10 by pretty woman he's bound to fall in love with her. l wonder if It wouldn't be good scheme to go on making love to her as the chocolate girl. It doesn't scare her a bit. whereas if I were to giEe her the real thing 1t might spoil the game. She's pretty enough to kiss Deiirious might try 1t on: in my senses it would be a very different matter. I shall continue in delirium.'
 This was the beginning of my con valescence. talked to my nurse. call ing her my chocolate girl, sweetheart dear iove-everything a man might ap ply to his ladylove. She suspected nothing. so she gave me free rein. could see that this being called endear' ing names by a young man even in delirium was pleasant to her.
 A couple of weeks passed in this i way. when the doctor called one morn ing aud. coming ID to my bed. felt my | pulse. rauImed his thermometer into my month. took il out. looked at Il and said:
 This is the strangest case evef heard of. This mans pulse and tenn perstnre are both normal, and yet you say he Is still delirious-" l burst into laugh.
 1 The doctor looked somewhat sur prised. while the nurse blushed a rosy red.
 Doctor" I said. you're right. woke up this morning feeling all right recognized that I'm in a hospital and in ali respects except one have come to my senses"
 sThat one?" asked the doctor.
 sTs none of your business. All you have to do is to give me discharge
 This the doctor did and withdrew.
 sNow." 1 said to my nurse. 'f'li tel you the one respect in which am stil deiirious. I still love my chocolate girl"
 was the last patient she evel uursed. at least professionally. though she has since nursed me as my wife t-ts nrRA