Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-22
9 vIRalNlA L. wENTz.


 which seems 10 have fed once more holds the land with it's. intoxicating breath. rhe fields were studded with tiny Michaeimas daisies. and the hedgerows were brilliant with early goldenrod. but somehow you fanc,ed l you smelled the scent of the roses and mignoueue as well.
 There was quife q group of people out on the smap hotel veranda, and mos. of them were cossinlng Spin ning up the poplar shaded country road was a smart little trap. Across tbe tennis courts the occupants were plainly visible. They were James Walsh and Mrs. John Burgess.
 ''I say. ciris.~ cried one of the group CD the veranla. ''it's a crying shame to let Iha; elderly person cut us out with inc richest man we have up here -crying shame. that's what 1t Is. And don't think any of us has an atom of 'glit' or ;go' or we'd take the wind out Of Mrs. Burgess sails!~ ~H'hy. she mus; be all os a hun dred.- e7ciaimed another.
 They say that Mir. Walsh knew her ! years ego. Wonder where be picked Ter up. Tn the ark. guess"
 "0h. my dear long before that ! drawled another mOckinely. Long ] before Noah's time women had ceased to do their hair in that absurd fash. ion.'
 Then the quiet girl with the em- /brcidory on her lap spoke softly: "She has lot of hair anyhow. and ! it's beautiful. and the way she dresses ! f suits her features. She reminds me of Albert Durer's Madonna" Who's that. Miss Tysong g inter- rupted young fellow In tennis fan nels. suddenly appearing in the door way. Who's Ike Durer's Madonna :? @
 We were speaking of Mrs Burgess % answered Miss Tyson without even looking up frcm her embroidery.
 Madonna :: Folderol,- cried the other girls in concert. shes a plain. { quiet poke of woman and design ! inG one at that. She's encouraging him fearfully"
 You see Miss Tyson. observed | Billy, Inc young chap in nannelS. "we 1 get only one or two biz matrimonial ' catc hes a season up here. Itsa waste ! Of time nowadays to listen to the im- ! peeuuious ardors Of early youth Con segueatly"
 Billy's words were ambiguous l enough. hut tbe comprehensive little 1 sweep which he made with his glance ! and sun browned hand. including ve- ] randa. girls and all. was inimitably droll. Miss Tyson's gray eyes laughed appreciatlyely.
 They were such nice understanding gray eyes. thought Billy. Twas a shame that embroidery should engross so much of their attention. Even now she showed signs of taking it up again. and 10 avoid such a catastrophe Billy i proposed a game of tennis. "All right said Miss Tyson cheer fully. folding the bit of linen about the tiny hoop and slowing 1t away in Q tiny bag.
 
 l The fancied likeness bel ween Mrs. ! John Burgess and the Madonna" of l Durer was not without some basis. ] There was. indeed. similarity in the weary features. more interesting than beautiful. and in the dolorous. some what constrained grace of the stately figure
 Mrs. Burgess was a woman of forty ] five. Her manner. her aspect. was that of one who had long since ceased wishing to attract Tn point of fact. the wish had never been pronounced. Since her husbands death. which had occurred ten years previously. she had never worn a color It is to be sup posed that slT. Burgess had loved her. His had been her first and only offer of marriage. but in her girIh0Oc her heart had been given 70 another.
 Most people who knew Mrs. John Burgess thought of her as the mother of her children. She had a son in the west who was making great ventures Tn cattle and horses. and sue had a married daughter in Paris who was writing her constantly of her social tri. umphS and prosperity. Yes. her chil- dren were full of their own plans and projects. and once or twice lately Mrs. Burgess had been a bit surprised to find herself feeling a little lonely and lforgotfen-a chill presage of the au- tumn winds of life. Her summer. in deed. had flown.
 Then. just at the correct psychologi cal moment. be came-the man 10 whom as a giri she had given her heart
 An. where were the chill autumn winds now? It was St. Martins sum mer instead.
 James Walsh was a middle aged porfIy. rich man and widower He had married somewhat early in his ca reer noted beauty. A fortnight oi wedlock had convinced him that he and his bride had not a single taste in common. but. being a buSinesSlIks man. on his return from his tour de ncce he'd sized up the matter in this practical fashion:
 "'Twas the pink chiffon dress at the van DuyerS' ball which was rcSponsi bie. Only why wasn't it"- But the why .Tasn't it in this case hadn't