Bisbee daily review., 1912-03-12
Inc House That linn Built
By Nellie Crsvey Gilmore

rTdnCebCh lhld CONn luc paper NAlh quick flush of color. Then she picked it up again and reread the ad- yertisement breathlessly.
 FOR RENT-One up-to.date cottage, five rooms and bath. Can be leased to right party. Situated corner Ninth avenue and Maple street. Apply next door.
 suddenly with burning tears. After three years he had at last consented then to let the place to a stranger anyone who might prove respectable enough to be the right party" Had he forgotten ?-ceased to care? There was only one answer or he would never have been willing to take this step. It couldn't be lack of money. she knew that; the truth came to her like knife-thrust; he was done with the past forever.
 How many times had she passed and repassed the little green house into which had been wrought all their hopes, and thanked heaven from the bottom of her heart that 1t was still vacant, still sacred to him Every shingle and rafter stood for a heart throb; every tree and flower had been planted with loving hands. And now? It was all Francesca could do to keep her self-control. Visions surged into her brain-visions of the old, dear days. James Langdon's face was the center of them all. So distinct was 1t, she almost felt that she could have put out her hand and touched it. She away the tears. What fool she was to be going to pieces like this on ac- count of a man who had found it so easy to forgetl Gradually a change came over her feelings. In place of the old wearying ache, a hot rebellion famed into her heart. She rose, tossed aside the paper she had been reading and crossed the room to her mirror. Her eyes, sparkling defiantly, looked back at her with a new purpose in their gold-brown depths. She, too, ! would-forget,
 1 Robert Thayer's letter still lay un- : answered in her desk. She reopened [ 1t with fingers unsteady from excite ment The lines danced before her eyes for an instant; then her gaze i steadied and she read:
 Dear, May I come to you to-mor- row night? There is something want to tell you, to ask you. won't be patient any longer. Say that you i will be expecting me at eight. l Sincerely,
 "BOB." ! Francesca seated herself unhesitat- ingly at the desk and scratched a hasty reply.
 Dear Bob: Come by all means. I'm always glad to see you; you know that. I shall be looking for you at the l appointed hour.
 Cordially,
 FRANCESCA"
 She had just sealed the note when her brother entered the room, little flushed. an expression of anxiety on his face. Yielding to a sudden i'm pulse, she thrust the envelop quickly into a drawer and locked it.
 Bad news, Kid" he said. dropping into chair.
 The girl turned with a startled glance, an unspoken question on hei lips. Young Graham anticipated heI and said abruptly:
 'Got to move out in a week. Own CTS have sold the place-which signi fies move on for us"
 Francesca sat and stared at him blankly. A terrible feeling of home sickness swept over her. We've beer here so long!" she said wistfully. That's it. I knew you'd feel al cut up about it, just as l do. But there's no help for it, grille. Vel have to be looking around at once" Where will we look?" she ques toned helplessly. Get the papers-that's all. And 1T the meantime I shall have to make ; run down to Washington for four ol five days. That leaves the job t6 you. I'm sorry, but it's unavoidable.
 But the girl scarcely heard his las words A sudden, wild thought ha' darted into her brain; her blood wal racing riotously through her veins. l centered all at once in two crimson spots in her cheeks.
 Don't bother, Jack" she said. qui etly q shan't have any trouble. Leav' | 1t all to me. I-I think I already knov a place we can get" She was-deyout ly thankful that her brother had beer off at college during her betrotha days and the building of the house. H' need never know the truth.
 They talked things over for little after which young Graham got up an' went out again. Francesca swallowe' GID of tea and hurried upstairs t dress. Tn half an hour she was speed ling toward Ninth avenue and Mapl' street. every nerve a-tingle with vary ing emotions.
 She stepped out on the pavemen and stood for a second looking abou her. Apply next door" There wa only one house next door. on the othe side was a park. and she made he way toward the small, weather-beatel structure. A little old lady with gol glasses. her head covered with silver white puffs, answered her ring.
 II came to see about leasing th