Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-30

much about psychology, but 1t would be interesting to know just what ef- feet those violets and my sympathy for Jim had in influencing my decision | a half-hour later. It is not surprising under the circumstances. that for some time after the odor of violets made ! me i'll.
 We all met downstairs in the living room, quite informally. and Dallas was banging away at the pianola. tramping the pedals with the delicacy and feeling of football center-rush kicking a goal. Mir. Harbison was standing near the fire. a little away | from the others, and he was all that Anne had said and more in appear | ance. He was tall-nOt too tall, and very straight. And after one got past the oddity of his face being bronze-colored above his white collar, and of his brown hair being sun bleached on top until 1t was almost ! yellow, one realized that he was very handsome. He had what one might call a resolute nose and chin. and a pleasant, rather humorous, mouth. And he had blue eyes that were. at l that moment, wandering with interest over the lot of us. Somebody shout | ed his name to me above the Tristan and Isolde music, and I held out my hand.
 Instantly l had the feeling one sometimes has, of having done just that same thing, with the same sur roundings, in the same place. years ] before. l was looking up at him, and he was staring down at me and hold ing my hand. And then the music stopped and he was saying:
 Where was it?"
 Where was what?' I asked. The feeling was stronger than ever with his voice.
 T beg your pardon he said. and let my hand drop. Just for a second had an idea that we had met before somewhere, long time ago. l sup pose-no, It couldn't have happened. or I should remember" He was smi- ling. half at himself
 ''No," l smiled back at him. "It didn't happen. I'm afraid-unless We dreamed it."
 "we7"
 T felt that way, too, for a moment"
 The Brushwood Boyl" he said with
 conviction. Perhaps we will find a
 common dream life. where we knew
 each other. You remember the Brush.
 wood Boy loved the girl for years be
 fore they really met" But this was little too rapid, even for me Nothing so sentimental, I'm
 afraid" l retorted. T have had ex
 actly the same sensation sometimes when l have sneezed."
 Betty Mercer captured him then and took him of to see Jim's newest ] picture. Anne bounced on me al
 once.
 , Isn't he delicious?" she demanded
 Did you ever see such shoulders And such a nose? And he thinks VI
 are parasites, cumbers of the earth
 heaven knows what. He says every . woman ought to know how to carr !, her living, in case of necessity! said l could make enough at bridge and he thought was jokingl He's ;
 dear!" Anne was enthusiastic.
 I looked after him Oddly enougl !, the feeling that we had met befor' !. struck me Which was ridiculous, O |. course, for we learned afterward tha
 the nearest we ever came to meeting
 was that our mothers had been schoo ! friendsi Just then I saw Jim beck , oning to me craziiy from the den. H. l, looked quite yellow. and he had beel |. running his fingers through his hair. , For heavens sake, come in, Kiti' i he said. T need a cool head. Didn' , tell you this is my calamity day2" : Cook gone?" asked with interest
 was starving.
 He closed the door and took up |. tragic attitude in front of the fire { Did you ever hear of Aunt Selina {? he demanded.
 T knew there was one" I yentured
 mindful of certain gossip as tI , whence Jimmy derived the Wilson in l. come.
 1. Jim himself was too worried to b
 cautious. He waved a brazen han
 at the snug room, at the Japanes |. prints on the walls, at the rugs. atth : lockwood cabinets and the screen fl 2 laid with pearl and ivory. "An this" he said comprehensively
 every bite I eat, clothes I veal drinks I drink-you needn't look lik f that: I don't drink so darned much v everything comes from Aunt Selina- z buttons" he finished with groan. a 'Selina Buttons" said refiectivel, 2 T don't remember ever having know \ any one named Buttons, although |, had a cat once"
 |. Damn the cati" he said rudel. h Her name isn't Buttons. Her nam d is Caruthers. my Aunt Selina Carut
 CTS, and the money comes from bu o l tons"
 n "Oh," feebly.
 . Its an old business" be went oi "a with something of proprietary prid Is My grandfather founded it in IT d Made buttons for the Continent
 army"
 o "Oh, yes" l said. They melted tt buttons to make bullets, didn't they