Bisbee daily review., 1912-05-23

sars and she would have called him pack, but he was gone.
 The following evening they slipped off and were quietly married. A trip to France was filled with keen enjoy ment nor was 1t marred by embar- rassment at their unique position. IL was more a continuation of the life they had always led.
 The day of parting arrived. It was raining and gloomy. Leon went to Julias studio in the Latin Quarter.
 Remember, Julia-if you are over lonesome or if you have the slightest desire to marry-just telegraph me In he former case l will come to cheer you and in the second-we will look Into an annuIment Of our marriage. IL is all very simple"
 You are an old dear" murmured Julia with tears in her voice And promise you will do the same"
 "Havsn't I already promised to love honor and Obey?" he cnided lightly for he tears were very near. Well, I must be of Come and kiss gour husband goodby!" he com handed.
 Julia went and stood within the cir. gle of his arms and he drew her close nto them
 Now, be good 10. yourself-and study hard" He turned and was gone.
 The girl. left alone. threw herself town on the couch and sobbed out her loneliness. Paris without Leon. Paris with only work ahead seemed very dreadful place to Julia. She dried her tears and set to work with will.
 When Leon left his wife he turned Into all the booking offices he passed and purchased tickets to Rome and St. Petersburg and Berlin and all the places he had seen in his dreams for many years past l was terrible to buy only one t'ck- 7t. The pleasure Of travelling had been diminished by one-half with no Julia to buy a ticket for During the long iourneying, Leon managed to pick up an occasional friend, but occasional travelling companions were few. Leon was desperately lonesome. There was no one to rhapsodiZe with; there was no one to grumbls with and-there was nc one to talk home with
 Home and the thoughts Of home be- | came an obsession. He longed for tho great chair in the living room at Will son Manor, his pipe and tobacco were always there. He thought many times of his big clean bed with it's sheets that smelled of lavender. Most Of all he wanted to sit in his own dining room and watch Julia pour him a cup of Nanny lanes black coffee. Some i've or six weeks later, hay i ing come by the quickest route from | the interior of Japan a man alighted | from the train as it steamed into the | station at Wilsonville. The long sta | ton bus was discernible in the dark ness and the man sprang eagerly to- ward it.
 | Before the lank horses started off another passenger crept into the bus. | Wilson could see that 1t was a ! woman.
 ! The wheels rumbled on through the ] darkness and finally drew up at the huge entrance posts at Wilson Manor ! The horses would have turned in, but Leon Wilson sprang lightly out. I'll walk up through the grounds" !" He spoke shortly because the sight of | the old tree lined drive had made ! speech hard.
 He swung of through the winding i lane on which the trees cast weird shadows. When the lights from the i living room gleamed through the fo- | Iiage the refrain of Home, Sweet Home" burst from his lips-nor did : he hear the voice that had called to I him second time "Leoni Leon, Wait for mel am afraid of the shadowsi"
 His suitcase dropped on the road way as he turned swiftly but lit tle panting figure had tumbled into his arms.
 Julia sweetheart" he breathed.
 How in the world" He could only gaze down into her eyes. 'I dropped my bag down by the gate" she panted, "so could run fast enough to catch up with you-I came in the bus"
 Her voice halted, but he still look. ed down at her.
 T couldn't stand Paris any longer
 without"
 "Without-," he prompted.
 'Leon," she asked quickly, "do you love anyone?"
 Yes he said, q do."
 He felt for the hand with its two
 rings and his own closed over 1t.
 Shall we go home now?"