Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-19

@l Could Ride With One Of the Clerks i Without Remark, but With You ! Mo-"
 : out of bis plans for a time, for on the following Sunday he rode alone No Dede on chestnut sorrel came across the back-road from Berkeley that day, nor the day a week later As the third week drew to a close and anoth- CT desolate Sunday confronted him. Daylight resolved 10 speak. office or no office. And as was his nature. he went simply and directly to the point. She had finished her work with him. and was gathering her note pad and pencils together to depart. when he said:
 "Oh, one more thing Miss Mason. and ! hope you won't mind my being frank and straight ouJ You've struck me right along us a sensible-minded girl, and [ don't think you'll take of- fense at what I'm going 10 say. You know how long you've been in the of fice-it's years, now. several Of them, anyway: and you know I've always been straight and aboyeboard with you. I've never what you call--pre- sumed. Because you were in my office I've tried 70 be more careful than if If you wasn't in my ofiice-you un- derstand But just the same, it don t make me any the less human. I'm a lonely sort of fellow-don't take that as bid for kindness. What ] mean by it is to try and tell you just how much those two rides with you have meant. And now I hope you won't mind my just asking why you haven't been out riding the last two Sundays?"
 She played nervously with a pencil for time, as if debating her reply while he waited patiently
 This riding she began; its not what they call the right thing leave it to you. You know the world. That's the trouble It's what the world would have to say about me and my employer meeting regularly and riding in the hiils on Sundays. It's funny. but it's so. I could ride with one Of the clerks without re- mark. but with you-no."
 Look here. Miss Mason, said Day light T know you don't like this talking over of things in the offiee. Neither do L It's part of the whole thing. I guess; a man ain't supposed tO talk anything but business with his stenographer. Win you ride with me next Sunday. and we can talk it over thoroughly then and reach some sort Of a conclusion. Out in the hills is the place where you can talk some thing besides business. l guess you've seen enough of me to know I'm pretty square. I--I do honor and respect you. and. and all that, and l
 He was beginning to houn- der, and the hand that rested on the desk blotter was yisibly trembling. He stroYe to pull himself together T just want to harder than anything ever in my life before. III can't explain myself, but l do. that's all- Will you-Just next Sunday? To- morrow"
 Nor did he dream that her low ae- quiescence was due. as much as any thing else. to the beads of sweat on his forehead. his trembling hand and his all too-eyident general distress.
 ~Of course. there's no way of tell ing what anybody wants from what they say" Daylight rubbed Bob's re- bellious ear with his quirt and pom dered with dissatisfaction the words he had just uttered. They did not say what he had meant them to say. What I'm driving at is that you say fatfOoted that you won't meet me again, and give your reasons, but how am to know they are your real req sonsg Mebbe you just don't want to get acquainted with me. and won't say so for fear of hurting my feelings. Don't you see? I'm the last man in the world to shove in where I'm not wanted. And if I thought you didn't care a whoop to see anything more of me. why I'd clear out so blamed quick you couldn't see me for smoke"
 It had been happy day. Daylight had met her on the back-road from Berkeley, and they had had hours to- gether. It was only now. with the day drawing to a close and with them approaching the gate of the road to Berkeley, that he had preached the important subject.
 She began her answer to his last contention, and he listened gratefully.
 But suppose, just suppose. that the reasons have given are the only ones that there is no question Of