Bisbee daily review., 1910-09-20


 Its all over now." said a kindly voice.
 Annabelle opened her eyes and looked fearfully forth on the summer house still creaking from the force of on the crushed flowers she had moved down and lastly into the of a man who sat beside her in the car
 1t was then that Annabelle realized that she was holding the stranger in a frantic embrace. her hands tightly clasped about his neck, her fair head perilousiy near his broad shoulder.
 'I beg your pardon.' Annabelle's face turned to deepest rose as she hastily withdrew from him, but her hair had caught in button of his coat. holding it firmly by one long golden strand.
 Just moment. There-I don't want to hurt you. It's off now" He spoke in matter of fact tone as if he was in the habit of ensnaripg lovely maid ems with coat buttons every day of hls life 'T'2 afraid you are pretty well shaken up with your ride. You had narrow escape" He had alight- ed and helped Annabeile to the ground.
 She leaned weakly against the sum mer house. "You must have saved my life. Did you-did you really leap on the step as I passed?' She was be- ginning to realize what had happened.
 He nodded carelessly. Tt was easy enough. You see. one gets practice in that sort of thing chasing the street cars" Then, observing her with con cern in his gray eyes. he went on: Come and sit down in the summer house; you must be pretty well knock ed under with the strain. After you have had cordial perhaps you may feel able to tell how it happened that you invaded my flower garden"
 He smiled pleasantly down on her as he led the way into the rose covered arbor and drew forward deep wicker ,hair for this unexpected guest. who sank into 1t with little sigh of relief. ''I will send my housekeeper. Mrs. Lar rup. to you; she may be of assistance"
 Annabeile had time to rearrange her tumbled hair. blushing at the recol- lection of it's episode with the coat button. before her host returned. tray in hand.
 Mfrs. Larrup has disappeared. and it seems to be the maids half holiday. so you must be satisfied with my hum bic services. Here are current wine and some biscuits and bottle of eau de cologne. Isn't that what ladies use when they are upset?" He placed the tray handiiy at her elbow.
 Thanks to you, wasn't upset" re turned Annabelle merrily. She sniffed at the cut glass bottle more in grati- tude for his thoughtfulness than be- cause she needed its pungent aroma. you lots of trouble and ruined your garden. l hope you will allow me to have it put in order again" She slipped the wine he poured for her and looked up at him from her dark blue eyes. frankly boyish in their direct glance.
 
 to do. He's been eating his head of lately and grumbling because wouldn't let him dig up some of the beds and set out other plants There ,e is now among the hoilyhocks. See he grin ol his face? He's tickled to ieath over it"
 The man leaned against the doorpost md looked out into the garden, where in old negro was hobbling among the .orn beds, a broad smile about his .oothless lips.
 "I say, Jackson. please ask Pierre to ,ome here and get this car out into the rive" He turned to Annabelle, and lis glance fingered long on her face. 'weetly serious in the pale green light of the arbor. -'I think my man can put your car right. There seems to be nothing serious the matter with it. probably some small matter of adjust ment"
 While the chauffeur tinkered over the car Annabelle related the story of her ride. She omitted nothing, not even the fact that she had deliberately ran away from her aunt's musicale and the great violinist nor her terror at the last when her car sped down the hill
 The man listened without interrup- ton. He smiled when she mentioned Alvan Eldred, and he winced when she described the terrible ride down the hill. When she had finished he told her that he had been sitting in the arbor and had seen her approach across the turf-had raced to meet her. It was nothing at all
 ''So you did not want to see Alvan Eldred." he said a little later Have you ever heard him play"
 "Once," admitted Annabelle, "and it was so heavenly it made me cry. There was big crowd. and I couldn't see him. and didn't want to. l know what they look like. and I am always disiliusioned after l see them, some are so-so grubby. you know. This time he played an old thing, the inter- mezzo from 'CavalIeria.' you know. and I've wanted to hear it again just as he played it. only
 You're afraid of the garlic and the greasy coat collar. ehY' He was smil- ing down at her in the friendliest sort of way.
 "I know you think I'm horrid about it and not Q bit artistic. but
 "I don't like garlic myself" he con fessed cheereully- "As for questiona- ble coat coilars-ughI Nevertheless. I'm afraid you do Eldred an injustice He's an American. you know"
 "You see how narrow and prejudfced