Bisbee daily review., 1911-05-14

couldn't sleep. I got up at last and ordered him to bed, and he had tho sudacity to have grievance with me.
 Look at my situation now!" he said. sitting pensively on a steam re- oiator. Aunt Selina is crazy. only kissed your hand. anyhow. and don't know why you sat in the den all even ing: you might have known that Bella would notice it. Why couldn't you leave me alone to my misery?"
 "very we'll" I said. much offended. ~After this shall sit with Flannigsn tn the kitchsz. He is the only gentle man in the house"
 left him habbifng apologies and went to bed. but had an uncomfort- sbis feeling that Bella had been a wit ness to our conversation. for the door into Aunt seiina's room closed softly ss passed
 knew beforehand that was not going to sleep. The Instant turned out the light the nightmare events of the evening ranged themselves in . procession, or a series of tablesux. one after the other: F1annigan on the roof, with the bracelet on his palm. looking accusingiy at me; MT. Harbi- son and the scene on the roof. with my nippancy: and the result of that arms that held me. the terrible kisses that had seorched my nps-it was aw- full And then the absurd situation across Aunt Selina's bed, and Bella's facet Oh, 1t was all so ridiculous-my having thought that the Harbison man was a gentleman. and finding him a cad. and worse. It was excruciatingly funny. l quite got headache from laughing: indeed l laughed until l found I was crying. and then knew l was going to have sn attack of strangulated emotion. called hysteria- So I got up and turned on all the lights, and bathed my face with CO logne. and felt better.
 But I did not go to sleep When the hall clock chimed two, discover cd l was hungry. l had had nothing since luncheon. and even the thirst following the South American goulash was gone. There was probably some thing to eat in the pantry, and if there was not, I was quite equal to going to the basement.
 As it happened. however, found a very orderly assortment of left-overs and a pitcher of milk, which had no business there. in the pantry, and with plenty of light I was not at all frightened.
 l ate bread and butter and drank milk, and was fast becoming a ra- tional person again; had pulled out one of the drawers part way. and with a tray across the corner I had improvised a comfortable seat And then I noticed that the drawer was full of soiled napkins, and I remember ed the bracelet hardly know why decided to so through the drawer again after Flannigsn had already done it, but l did. l finished my milk and then, getting down on my knees, proceeded systematically to empty the drawer. ! took out perhaps a dozen napkins and as many doilies without
 
 large tray cloth, and there was some thing on 1t that made me look farther One corner of it had been scorched. the clear and weildefined imprint of a lighted cigarette or cigar. blackened streak that trailed of into a brown and yellow. I had a queer. trembly feeling, as if were on the brink of a discoyery-perhaps Anne's pearls. or the cuf buttons with storks painted on china in the center. But the only thing l found, down in the corner of the drawer, was a hah-burned ciga- Tette.
 To me, 1t seemed quite enough. l. was one of the South American ciga- rettes, with a tobacco wrapper instead Of paper, that 3Ir. Harbison smoked.