Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-22

AVt t1tSc atatn- dAu te eliii si-uSu with half aiiaSbed sei;s.a af relief
 No snofe uaiFiuiosiai rcatares for me. he'd sag ia eigrssis aiih a iaueA a,ihough ha had reason Co Da.ieyc taat he could iav siirces~lui siege to severn feminine hearts; that be vas still cuis- capable of eirinry
 He had beeu Spending Aurnsf giaf, up in the mountains. aud he had en ioyed month of fishing. tramplug and dreaming su his hearts content. On bis way home he'd stop far-a week CT two at a eertain iiitle bnial reported to have good cuisine and rest a strained wrist before going buck Co business. Glanciug ca~ually over the hotel reg iSicr. he saw the name Of Mrs. John Burgess There arse in the mans breast curious Srnsatioa but be pull. ed himself tageiher.
 "How as arl. be upbraided himself as be wa's.a away from the desk. A if ther. e aot hundreds of John Bur-e Why. | might even have coaSeG a4 5.f Into believing that l re | memherel her handwriting An hour ,r se later. however. be met her on the lawn. Their eyes mn expestediy encountered one another
 "Can it bef' cried be. with boyish ' incredulity. She extended her hand ~l think lt can she answered. with : tlst iliJie half smile on the corner of her pure lip whieh he remem bered so wei
 l NlrS Burgess had escaped the balf kitleaish chaHenee of the. middle aged wowan wLa will not abiare conquest. She did moi move 10 the shade of the ! tree TOT even open her Rarasoi. She stayed precisely where she was. with a streak of harshly revealing sunlicht playing havoc with such loveliuess as ! time had left 10 her After awhile | the warmth of thp sun or some other warmth she knew not of brought into i Der pale checks that glow which i James walSh's first roses had brought. oh. SD many yenrs ago.
 That niGht time and again Mir. Walsh drove away the memory of the wom- ans feetiug half smile. yet 1t returned | to haunt him with all its old sweet ! allurement Finally he fell asleep and 1 dreamed of her.
 The next morning at breakfast he found himself umcconntahly agitated ! She waS not in fhe room when he ar- rived. and all the other b0arders, even 1 the pretty young girl with the quiet i gray eyes. seemed to him like so many ! fgureheads. What If he had not real l ly seen her yesterday: What if il had | all just been in the dream last night? ] But at last she came. and the beauty of no radiant E0ddess could have ! pierced SO straight into his breast as ! did this womau's tired lovellnesS. In i her simple white morning gown she I seemed to him the soul of sensitive del i ieacy and serenity.
 He recalled how. being essentially ! feminine. she always pified suffering. ' So now be made his strained wrist a ' pretcxt for being near her. She her ! self ninistered to him. blndinc if firm ! ly and gently. Her breath. sweet as an infants. touched his brow. They | lunched en tete-a-tete and that after noon took a drive together in a hired trap.
 Mir Walsh's intended week was pro- ! long I'd to a fortnight. During that time his eyes followed Mrs. Burgess. and. indeed. his feet did also. very much more frequently than she herself ap- proved. She thought of her position her children. of what might be ridicu- lous in the situation. of the gossip and espionage of the guests. Once or twice she had heard few scoffinSs. with ' AL. f- Walsh. and it had made her super sensitive
 But all of these trivial objections vanished like mist before the sun on the day when be laid his heart bare before her. when be showed her that beneath his apparent prosperity he was hungry-he had always been hun gry-for companionship and sympathy
 And you could make me so happy oh. so happy. dear. If you would marry me" he was saying as they walked slowly along the road the day before his departure Her arm lay lightly 1 upon bis. her eyes were shining. and there was a warm girlish tint in her pale checks.
 Wont you? I need you so.- he pleaded. Just then they were passing huge willow tree.
 Now. yelled and shadowed from the world by the willows dropping green. sitting on the lush grass were two young people to whom love had just sung it's first sweet song. Naturally
 they'd started bit when they heard approaching footsteps. but they might have spared the start Neither Sf Them was observed.
 -.I always did think Mrs. Burgess
 was sweet looking. Billy" said Miss Tyson. aiSsently pressing cool. bend ing branch of willow across her hot cheek! but just then she looked posi-
 lively beautifui-
 "Yes. sweetheart" acquiesced the
 wise Billy Why shouldn't she? She's
 having her St. Martins summer. you
 see"
 William He-ry Harrison. | T3raef1enf gVfl1sara 1onrv uar-s-o1,ss