Bisbee daily review., 1912-04-07

at the masquerade? Do tell me your name!"
 Sewing girls don't go to masquer- ades-not private ones" Louise said bitterly.
 Young Gray caught her arm. q beg your pardon-I mean no imperti- nence-but would you like to be tbere?"
 "Of course not. I'm nineteen. and love dancing better than my soul. And I'm not bad looking-besides I really have got frock to wear. But l shall never wear its-because I won't have a chance" Louise begun, her voice tensely bitter.
 Kenneth Gray took both her hands. You shall have the chance" he said. T will see to it. Be ready at o'clock. I'll make it my bust ness to find out where you are-and whom I shall ask for"
 You don't mean a word of that but I'm game for anything" Louise cried. breaking from his grasp. I'm Louise Ware and l live with Mrs. Gloves" This aloud-to herself she added: 'You deserve something you are the fellow Milly Dunham is so deeply in love with You may marry-her money-but for this one night you shall know the difference"
 At eleven next night she stood breathing quickly. and leaning upon Gray's arm rather heavily, what time, through her mask, she surveyed the vivid scene. They had just fin ished a rapid two-step-she danced like thistledown. her soul all in her tripping feet, her shining eyes. There would be an hour more of it-she meant not to miss a number. Un- masking came with the stroke of twelve-she would steal away just be- fore it-Kenneth should not affront with her. openly. his world. He had been the prince of gallants, dancing with her much more than half the time, and providing partners so she had never been still. Once he had hurdled through a waltz with heavy footed Milly
 Milly had on the pink frock, but Louise no longer envied her. Her own white crape. fashioned from an ancestral shawl. and rich with heavy embroidery. held its own with the finest.
 She had been masked when he came for her-she would go away. letting him have no more than glimpse of her face as she said good by at the cab door She meant he should leave her there, and go back to finish the evenings pleasure.
 You are giving me something to remember always" she said to him in the little Hull of the music between dances.
 q am giving you my whole heart, Kenneth whispered The music struck up-they whirled joyfully away to it. But before they had made the floors round there came a wild cry of firel The ballroom was on the third floor. and the stairs to it, though broad. were neither straight nor fireproof.
 Chaos followed the cry. Kenneth caught Louise tight in his arms and ran to the west window. The stairs were already choked. Still holding her, he clambered out on a narrow ledgy stone coping. shutting the sash behind him. There was a chance of rescue. also a chance of salvation. A big oak stood a little way of, the branches of 1t almost touching the l ledge.
 Kenneth measured the distance; could he leap 1t safely. carrying his | precious burden? As he hesitated ] the window was raised-Milly Dun ham thrust through it. crying dryly: 1 Kenneth! Save mel love you! | Love you sol"
 It was Louise who drew her out to | them on the ledge that had barely 1 room for two.
 Jump" she cried to Kenneth, | nodding toward the tree.
 As he obeyed. she steadied herself, l drew Milly past her fattened self. | crying in Q half whisper: Catch" l At the same time she swung the girl within reach of his arms. Milly was | half fainting-Kenneth could not let | go of her. Yet he called "Come!" and Louise launched herself toward | him.
 He braced himself. and tried to catch her with his free arm, but | missed her huttering hands by an | inch-and shut his eyes, his heart | stopping as he heard her brush | through the oaken twigs. A shout | made him open them-it was not the | shout of horror. Looking down he l saw Louise lying spent but safe. in big robe, snatched from a waiting | carriage, and held by four good men and true.
 Mrs Durham insisted upon giving Louise not only a trousseau but a dowry. And Milly. happy in a new sweetheart, wore blue, not pink, as bridesmaid. and looked almost pretty.