Bisbee daily review., 1911-12-15

I trol. Instead of telling Arthur that she was a selfish. cold blooded, designing little Ininx with no sense and whose motto in regard to womankiud was No quarterl' l agreed with him. This encouraged him to add that such girl. who was so helpless and con Iding and trustful always brought out the best in a man. somehow. Where upon I told him I'd like to sit down and rest.
 "Of course there is nothing else so plentiful in the world as men; still, l didn't fancy letting Veronica Bondy walk off with Arthur just to show me that she could do it.
 "So when Veronica blockaded the way as Arthur and I started out to walk three miles through the woods to a farm house where they sell ap- ples. and said pathetically that she was so lonesome and there was noth- ing to do, l promptly asked her to come along. That three miles is most ly climbing hills or coming down them, and part of the way the sand is deep. She had on delicate pumps and silk stockings and a frilly dress-and I was garbed in khaki and walking boots.
 She hated to walk-I saw it in her eyes-but she hated worse to let me escape with Arthur for the whole aft eruuon. So she started. When Ar thur walks he walks-and though he slowed down when I murmured that we were tiring Miss Bondy he chafed under it. He dislikes sauntering. When we had stopped for the fourth time so he could help Veronica re- move the sand from her absurd shoes. his lips were setting In a straight line and he looked to me for sympa- thy, but I merely beamed.
 When we started back 1t began to rain steadily. If there is anything soppier and wetter than the woods when it pours rain I'd like to be in formed of it. My hair curls naturally and rain doesn't hurt khaki, so I didn't care. but Veronica was indignant She complained dreadfully and somehow conveyed the idea that the rain was due solely to ArthUr's carelessnesS The more her complexion ran of the more She complained, and at the end of a mile her hair looked like seaweed. Her style demands fufhness or coif- fure to appear well. At every hill she stormed. She said once that it must be nice 10 be a great, husky. muscular creature like me and be able to nego- tate bad roads like an amazon, but as for a delicate, womanly person like herself. it was different
 That was when blithely suggested to Arthur that he carry her. She'd have let him, truly believe, only he pretended not to hear me. She in sisted on clinging to his arm, however. and being dragged up the hill. Now. a man has got to be utterly hopelessly in love with a woman before he en- joys dragging her up hill when she is quite capable of walking by her self. think the sight of me ambling merrily along as though I was good for another 25 miles added to his irri- tation.
 When we were in sight of the ho- tel l turned around and smiled hap pily at them. At that moment I ap- preciated Co the utmost my curly hair and the color the rain had brought to my cheeks And Arthur had had 10 look at her for three solid miles.
 i've had a perfectly beautiful time!' was hateful enough to say.
 T hope. said Veronica, in a voice of rage-for she knew how she look. ed-that don't have pneumonia and de from this.'