Bisbee daily review., 1911-12-01

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 q want several letters this morn ing" she informed him. her lips part l, ing over a row Of perfect teeth. Seven letters, Miss Bonner" he said. giving them to Ter eager hands i;
 Thank you When read these Pm going to ask you about this" she said pointing to Mrs. Graham's invitation
 Robert Dexter swung in from the street, his broad shoulders swaylng under an American raln-coat and his American eyes seeing everything with In range They lighted at sight of hiargery Bonner
 And while her eyes were lowered over her letters, Margery Bonner's heart gave little Jump when some body big and broad passed her on his way to window h. She had coyertly admired his clear cut lines and the honest look in his eyes. The girl approached window D again. "Ten me" she asked. If you know anything about the person who put this notice here?"
 The Englishman smiled his approv. i al of her dlrectness
 "A very charming little woman" he ! said quickly. "A Mrs. Graham. She ' and her husband are strangers in Lon. don and are simply longing for & friend on whom to lavish generous ! impulse"
 Where do they live?" Miss Bonner } had made up her mind. She was heart sick and dreading the coming Thanks ! giving away from all her people. She reflected that no harm could possibly come of so discreet an offer.
 The address she got was near her own boarding house in Kensington.
 Robert Dexter watched her leave the office and step into a cab and whirl away.
 In his turn he addressed the clerk. Dexter was embarrassed. he was un- decided as to how to preface his query. The clerk saw his predicament. He smiled his knowledge of Dexter's de- sire. In the American there suddenly was born a great liking for all En- glishmen.
 'She is Miss Bonner" Gray said without waiting for the question.
 When Dexter left the American rendezvous. he had Mrs Graham's ad. dress in his pocket and Gray took down a certain notice which ended his part in the planning of a Thsnksglv- ing dinner
 
 On the last Thursday in November Q taxicab whirled to the curb or a beautiful little home on St. Aary's road Margery Bonner stepped out in the daintiest Of gray chiffon tollettes. She carried a huge bunch Of roses sus piciously like American beauties and g small suuare package.
 T received your note, Miss Bonner" said Mrs. Graham as she led the way upstairs and into her own boudoir In her heart she thanked Mir Gray for his excellent choice And We are go- ing to be even more unconventional and use first names" she went on quickly in order 10 hide any sense of strain. T don't want Mir Dexter. a friend of my husband. to know"
 You are a dear-to think of that" burst out Margery. "and | am glad brought you some roses" She thrust the huge bouquet into the arms of her hostess
 Hoy sweet, Margery," said Helen. shyly
 Don't mention it-"
 Helen" put in Mrs Graham.
 Helen" finished Margery and be- cause they were both happy a duet of laughter reached the two men who were already smoking the pipe of friendship.
 You must say hello Jack as soon as We get to the drawing prompted Helen as the two descended the stairs.
 Hello, Jack" cried Margery when two equally goodlooking men rose at their entrance.
 Jack Graham did not lose a second Hello. Mari" he threw back at her. you put on my favOrite gown. didn't you? Come here and meet Robert Dexter. Miss Bonner-Mr. Dexter
 They shook hands and Margery's eyes hid themselves lest he read her surprise and-yes, delight-at meeting him.
 Tell me" cried Margery excitedly. have we time to do something aw- fully American. before dinner?" Be- fore anyone had answered, she was away and back again with the pack age she had brought with her. She extended it to Helen
 "Oh. you dear!" There were tears in Heler's voice as she hugged two boxes of shelled popcorn to her breast T haven't seen any of this for six months" She turned swiftly to the bell and the maid appeared presently with some long-handled corn peppers
 There was a choky sensation in the throats of all four when these little implements of American life appeared. and they had the effect of breaking the last barrier of convention existing among the new made friends.
 ''The sport is rustic" cried Helen, falling on her knees before the fire, but love it"
 And these fires are ideal, for pop ping" exclaimed her husband gazing sss tho bed of red coals. He went down on his knees berore her. Come on, Mari. get your pepper. Here. Dex- %