Bisbee daily review., 1911-05-10
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palpitatingly nervous. but he tried to | carry it of with q high hand
 Its unfortunate" he said, looking around the circle Of faces. each one frozen with amazement. and just . suspicion. perhaps. of increduiity. Its particularly unfortunate for her. You all know how high-strung sbe is. and if the papers should get hold of it well. we'll all have to make it as easy as we can for her" With Jim's eye on them. they all swallowed the butler story without . gulp. But Anne was indignant
 Its like Bella" she snapped Well. she has made her bed and she can lie on fl. I'm sure 1 shRn't make it for her. But if you want to know my opinion. Mir. Harbison may be fool. but you can't ram two Bellas, both nee Knowles. down Miss Caruthers' throat with a stick"
 We had not thought of that before and every one looked blank Finally, however. Jim said Bella's middle name vas Constantia. and we decided to call her that But it turned out after ward that nobody could remember it in a hurry, and generally when we wanted to attract her attention. we walked across the room and touched her on the shoulder It was quicker and safer.
 The name decided, We went down stairs in a line to welcome Bella, to try to make her feel al home, and to forget her deplorable situation. Leila had worked herself into a really sym pathetic frame of mind
 Poor dear" she said. on the way down. Now don't grin, anybody. just be cordial and glad to see her. I hope she doesn't cry: You know the spells she takes"
 We stopped outside the door. and everybody tried to look cheerful and sympathetic and not grinny-which was as hard as looking as if we had had a cup of tea-and then Jim threw the door open and we filed in.
 Bella was comfortably reading by the fire. She had her feet up on a stool and pillow behind her head. She did not even look at us for min ute; then she merely glanced up as she turned a page.
 Dear me" she said mockingly, what lot of frumps you all are! had hoped it was some one with my breakfast"
 Then she went on reading As Leila said afterward, that kind of person ought to be divorced
 Aunt Selina came down just then and l left everybody trying to ex- | plain Bella's presence to her, and fled to the kitchen. The Harbison man appeared while I was sitting hopeless ly in front of the gas range. and show ed me about it.
 T don't know that I ever saw one, he said cheerfully. but know the theory. Likewise. by the same token, this tea kettle, set on the flame. will boil That is not theory, however. ] That Is early knowledge. Polly, put i the kettle on; we'll all take tea Look i at that, Mrs. Wilson. l didn't fight bacilh with boiled water at Chicka- mauga for nothing"
 Ana then he let out the policeman and brought him into the kitchen. He ] was a large man. and his face was a curious mixture of amazement. alarm and dignity. No doubt we did look queer. still in parts of our evening ! clothes and I in the white silk lace 1 petticoat that belonged under my ' gown, with yellow and black pa . iama coat of Jimmy's as a sort of breakfast jacket
 l This Is Officer F1annigan." Mir l Harbison said. T explained our un fortunate position earlier in the morn : ing. and he is prepared 10 accept our i hospitality Flannigan, every person | in this house has got to work, as also explained to you You are ap pointed dish-washer and scullery maid"
 The policeman looked dazed Then
 slowly, like dawn over a sleeping lake, a light of comprehension grew in his face.
 Sure" he said, laying his helmet on the table. ''Pn be glad to be doing anything I can to help. Me and Mrs { Wfson-we used to be friends It's
 many the time I've opened the car [ riage door for her, and she with her head in the air, and for all that. the pleasant smile. When any one around her was having a party and wanted a special officer, 1t was Mrs. Wilson that always said Get F1annigan, Officer
 Timothy F1annigan. He's your man
 My heart had been going lower and
 lower. So he knew Bella, and h' knew was not Bella, although he had not grasped the fact that was usurp ing her place And the odious Harbi
 son man sat on the table and swups
 his feet
 I wonder if you know he said
 looking around him. how good it i.
 to see a white womaasso perfectly a
 home in a civilized kitchen again
 after two years of food cooked by |;
 filthy Indian squaw over a portable
 sheet-irOn stove!'
 So perfectly at home, I stood 1T
 the middle of The room and stareS
 around at the copper things hangini