Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-30
CHAPTER II.
The Way t Began.


 It makes me angry every time ] think how I tried to make that dinner a success. cancelled a theater en- gagement, and I took the Mercer girls in the electric brougham father had given me for Christmas. Their chauf- feur had been gone for hours with their machine. and they had tele- phoned all the police stations without success. They were afraid that there had been an awful smash; they could easily have replaced Bartlett, as Lol- lie said. but 1t takes so long to get new parts for those foreign cars.
 Jim had house well uptown, and it stood just enough apart from the other houses to be entirely madden ing later. It was three-story affair. with a basement kitchen and servants dining room. Then, of course. there were cellars. as we found out after ward On the first floor there was q large square hall, a formal reception room, behind it big living room that was also a library, then a den, and back of all a Georgian dining room. with windows high above the ground. On the top floor Jim had a studio, Ike every other one I ever saw-perhaps a little mussier Jim was really a grind at his painting, and there were cigarette ashes and palette knives and buffalo rugs and shields every where. It is strange. but when think of that terrible house, l always see the halls. enormous, covered with heavy rugs, and stairs that would have taken six housemaids to keep in proper condition I dream about those stairs, stretching above me in a Jacobs ladder of shining wood and Persian carpets. going up, up, clear to the roof
 The Dallas Browns walked; they lived in the next block. And they | brought with them a man named liar bison, that no one knew. Anne said he would be great sport, because be was terribly serious. and had the most exaggerated ideas of society, and loathed extravaganza. and built bridges or something. She had put away her cigarettes since he had been with them-he and Dallas had been | college friends-and the only chance she had to smoke was when she was | getting her hair done. And she had sirged of quite lSt-a burnt offer- ing. she called 1t.
 My dear" she said over the tele- phone, when I invited her, T want you to know him. He'll be crazy about you That type of man, big and deadly earnest, always falls in love with your type of girl. the appealing sort. you know And he has been too busy, up to now. to know what 1 love is. But mind, don't hurt him he's a dear boy. I'm half in love witt him myself. and Dallas trots around at his heels ike a poodle
 But all Anne's geese are swans, ss ] thought little of the Harbison mar except 10 hope that he played respect able bridge. and wouldn't mark th' cards with a steel spring under hii finger nall, as one of her finds" haG done.
 We all arrived about the same time and Anne and went upstairs togeth CT to take oil our wraps in what hat been Bella's dressing room It wa Anne who noticed the Violets.
 Look at thati" she nudged me when the maid was examining he wrap before she laid 1t down "Wha did l tell you. Kit? He's stin quit mad about her"
 Jim had painted Bella's portrai while they were going up the Nile cl their wedding trip. It looked quit like her. if you stood well of in th middle of the room and if the ligh came from the right And just be meath it. in "a silver case. was bunch of violets- It was really touct ing, and violets were fabulous. made me want to cry, and 10 shak Bella soundly, and to go down an pat Jim on his generous shoulder. an tel! him what good fellow ] tbO-g gh , him. and that Bella wasn't worth th