Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-23

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 more efficient than speech So he
 stepped between her and the wind
 and drew her so that she stood close
 in the shelter of him. An unusually
 stiff squall blew about them and
 thrummed overhead in the tree.tops,
 and both paused to listen. A shower
 of flying leaves enveloped them, and
 hard on the heel of the wind came
 driving drops of rain. He looked down
 on her and on her hair. wind blown
 about her face; and because Of her
 closeness to him and Of fresher and
 more poignant realization of what she
 meant to him. he trembled so that she
 was aware of 1t in the hand that held
 hers. She suddenly leaned against
 him, lowing her head until 1t rested lightly upon his breast. And so they stood while another squall. with flying leaves and scattered drops of rain. rattled past With equal suddenness she lifted her head and looked at him
 Do you know" she said. 'I prayed last night about you prayed that you would fail, that you would lose eYerything-everything
 Daylight stared his amazement at this cryptic utterance.
 That sure beats me. always said l got out of my depth with women. and you've got me out of my depth now. Well. you've just got to ex- plain, that's ali''
 His arms went around her and held her closely, and this time she did not resist. Her head was bowed. and he could not see her face, yet he had a premonition that she was crying. He | had learned the virtue of silence. and he waited her will in the matter. Things had come to such a pass that she was bound to tell him something now. Of that he was confident.
 T would dearly like to marry you" she faltered, hut l am afraid I am proud and humble at the same time that a man like you should care for me. But you have too much money There's where my abomiua ble com mon sense steps in Even if we did marry, you could never be my man my lover and my husband You would be your moneys man know l am a foolish woman, but l want my man for myself. And your money destroys you; 1t makes you less and less nice l am not ashamed to say that love you, because I shall never marry you And I loved you much when 1 did not know you at all, when you first came down from Alas ka and first went into the office You were my hero. You were the Burning Daylight of the gold-diggings. the dar- ing traveller and miner. And you looked it. I don't see how any wom- an could have looked at you without loving you-then. But you don't look it now. You, a man of the open, have been cooping yourself up in the cities with all that that means. You are becoming something different. some thing not so healthy, not so clean, not so nice. Your money and your way of life are doing it. You know it. You haven't the same body now that you had then You are putting on flesh, and 1t is not healthy flesh, You are kind and genial with me, I know, but yOu are not kind and genial to all the world as you were then. You have become harsh and cruel. do love you, but I cannot marry you and de- stroy love. You are growing into thing that ! must in the end despise. You cant help it Mote than you can possibly love me do you love this business game. This busiuess-and It's all perfectly useless. so far as you are concerned-claims all of you. think it would be easier to share you equitably with another than to share you with this business. I might have half of you. st any rate Pit this business woulds ,laim, not half Of you. but nine-tenthsE ,f you, or ninety-nine hundredths. YOuE iold back nothing; you put all you'vsA got into whatever you are doing
 Limit Is the sky" he grunted griml iffirus tion
 "But if you would only play the over husband that way. And now won't say another word" she added. I've delivered a whole sermon
 She rested TOW, frankly and fairly, D the shelter of his arms. and both rere oblivious to the gale hat rushed 'ast them in quicker and stronger lasts The big downpour of rain had lot yet come, but the mistlike squalls we're more frequent Daylight was penly perplexed and be waS still per lexed when he began to speak
 You've left me no argument I now I'm not the same man that came rom Alaska. I couldn't hit the trail 'ith the dogs as did in them days. m soft in my muscles, and my minds one hard. I used to respect men. I espise them now. You see, I spent all iy life in the open, and I reckon I'm l open-air man. Why, I've got the -ettiest little ranch you ever laid 'es on up in Glen Ellen. That's here ! got stuck for the brick-yard. ou rccollect handling the coTrespon- snce. [ oRly laid eyes on the ranch lat one time, and I so fell in love ith it that I bought it there and len. I just rode around the hills. ld was happy as kid out Of school. ] be a better man living in the couD- y. The city doesn't make me better. ou're plumb right there l know it. lt suppose your prayer should bs lsWered and I'd go clean broke and