Bisbee daily review. [volume] (Bisbee, Ariz.) 1901-1971, 1912-12-08

dusk and let his tired mount plod
leisurely homeward.
Saturday morning broke clear and
tense after sweltering night. The
sun was copper colored and the leaves
upon the crest. wherS they were wont
TO bow and curtsey to the zephyr's
breath, hung listless in the simmer
ing heat At breakfast. none looked
refreshed and Mine Host complained
OF drought. Pauline, the cook, whose
eggs were always soft-boiled 20 a
creamy elasticity and whose toast was
ever golden brown and delicious,
fretted the former into blue-black
globules surrounded by leathery gels-
tine, while the latter was burned and
desiccated to bareback condition de.
cidedly disappointing to her usually
delighted followers. The thermometer,
to all intents and purposes, was so
basely ambitious as TO seemingly have
no other desire than TO climb higher
and higher in its relentless rise.
Come on, Mr.. Bedight." exclaimed
Molly Mcconnell. row me over to
Waxelbaum's Point. | want to sketch
La Weeks cabin, the remaining relic
OF what was once the oldest trading
post in the state. 1t Is tumbledown
and ramshackIe and will make a fine
study. was by there a week ago on
calm day and the reflection in the
placid water was almost as realistic
as the old log-pile itself. A photo.
graph taken when I saw the cabin
would puzzle the beholder to tell
which was the cabin and which the
reflection. Today promises to be still
and bids fair to afford me an oppor
tunity to get Just the right atmos
phere. I'll be ready in ten minutes
She came down to the dock, her
black eyes dancing In anticipation
Bedight packed her outfit in the prov
Of the boat along with the lunch
basket, held the boat firmly against
the dock as she put her dainty foot
upon the stern seat, and dipped grace.
fully into position, a magazine under
. her arm and a camera slung across
her shoulder.
AS the mayor took the oars he look.
ed at her-bareheaded. her lustTogs
black locks defying the sun, her fun
tempting lips shaping a perfect cupid's
bow, saucy little dimple on each side
Of a weli-rouuded cheek, and teeth az
white as milk-coral through which the
laughter triiied and TiPPled Ike a
singing spring across its minty way.
Surely a man might we'll be sen
fenced for life to such a woman's
/ within, while but a days service were
as an hour in Naples after a hard
passage!
/ Molly Mcconnell had one Of those
/ daring, unconventional temperaments
l that bespoke a woman of full blood
and spirit, a being of beauty and
/ grace and voluptuous constancy. TIC
THE man she would be all in all, rein
| Ing queen of his heart, laughing al
I afinities, scorning jealousies. holding
( him secure with her mental and phys.
Z lcal charms.
/ The lake was calm and through its
/ mirrored depths long strands OF weed
4 and marsh grass could be seen stream
4 ing upward in the shallow places. Not
even a ripple stirred the surface and
+ the sun reflected from the sheenine
waters. glowed heatediy upon the
faces Of the two in the boat-the girl
with hair like the night and eyes oil
I liquid velvet. the man with a sentence
to serve in the Garden Of Eden with
a pippin as the forbidden fruit.
The mayor rested on his oars and
mopped his sweating brow. The girls
! eyes danced:
And now" she bsbbIed, you are In
q position to appreciate the arduouI
life of the galley slave. Row on. M
mani"
20, that this were the river Of
Life." countered Bedight, matehins
the woman's frippery.
"one OF the obligations imposed
upon you By the Judge" solemnly
was not to propose marriage or play
the role of Lothario. ] trust your in
tentions toward me are like the Christ
mas snow-simply another layer o.
white purityi"
pray do not tempt me, Eve" h
said: "a boat Is fully as periious FOL
loving as a fiat for matrimony."
Her merry laughter rippled gu
across the water from a threat a.
shapely as en- artists model Hei
neck. Drowned from the life at SOUR
rel Inn. was fell and moulded free o.
hollow dips. .st
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