Bisbee daily review., 1912-01-28

| heof SA B Ahl ne man, Whdt lo tue Aliat- ! ter with you2 I've put in a solid hour expla ming this beautiful scheme
 of mine. and you are about as appre- | ciatiye as a wooden Indian. l never
 knew you to have the blue devils be-
 fore; did you acquire them in the l Catskills. 9"
 I'm afraid so. Mac.' replied Hill | yer glOOmilY.
 If l had known that you intended | spending your whole outing up there % ' Floyd continued, q would have given you letter of introduction to my ! friend Miss Edith GaIland. who aside | from being a painter of pictures with ideals beh nd them is the brightest | and most interesting woman of my ac- quaintance. You wouldn't have come
 back 'dotty' if you met her. | No? How long have you known | this para gon?' asked Hillyer with | sudden animation.
 Ever nee she was born; twenty
 two or three years ago." answered | Floyd. And then, noting Hillyer's in- | terest, he told in detail the story of
 one girl whose compelling force ot | character changed the desert of ad-
 versity into 8 garden ~hich blossom
 ed as the rose.
 ! But she IS not a paragon, to use
 your expression said Floyd in con | clusion, Tor Rs Doth her mother | and I know, she delights in leading | even her best friends into the most H. | log cal pitfalls and then laughing at
 them
 | By heavens," cried Hillyer, start | ing up, but she'll not laugh at me D | .What?' exclaimed Floyd; you've
 met her? And then is this the eT1n-
 ation of your state of miIN ?'' And so 1t came 10 pass that Hillyer | told him all
 It was o'clock on the following | evening when Hilly2r called at the | studio on 33rd street and was usher
 ed in by a little serving maid. Miss Gailand, sitt ng at a table at | the further end end of the room. | tried to look as if she were reading a large book which she held in her lap; but when Hillyer. disregarding | the invitation expressed by a motion | of her hand 10 come over and sit be- | side her, went instead around to the [ back of her chair and looking over | her shoulder, saw that the book was merely an old gazetteer, and further
 more saw that Edith was intensely | interested in the title page. he knew
 that she was not so much at her ease
 as she would have u appear.
 You told me, said Hillyer coldly. ! addressing the back of Miss Galland' s
 head. you told me to think it over
 and then, ifvI chose. to come up hes
 The heavy book slipped unhesded
 from Ediths lap to the floor.
 You don't want my heart to over ! come my better judgement; I've cen 1 cluded not to let 1t do so. | Making a little inarticulaLs cry. | Edith sprang from her chair and tried | to run past Hillyer into the adjoining room, but he caught her in his arms
 and held her fast.
 Oh, but you have got to hear me | out" said Hillyer. My heart and nay
 best judgement having united in de
 claring themselves as beng unable to do without you why I've come up | here to tell you SO
 | You had a most enticing way of ! beginning the telling, you wicked fel- loyl" EYth reIA eG softly crying ] | Hillyer took her by the shoulders and held her of at arms length. Edith Galland," he exclaimed, If
 my friend MacBranty Floyd had not chanCed to tell me of your dead s.s- | ters child, little Edith; how the ac- cident which caused the death of your [ sister and her husband, also made the | little girl unconscious tor days, and ! that upon the child's recovery she | thought that you were ner mother 1 still thinks so-yOu not having the 1 heart to dissuade her-if, l say, Floyd had not told me this, 1 would still be in all mystery into wh ch your sil-
 ence plunged me yesterday" Ediths fearful face prevented Hill i yer from going any further into his | grievance, and he again took her ] his arms, feeling as if the offense were his own instead of Ediths.
 T had not realized the hideousness
 Of this thing until now, said Miss ! Galland as she hid her face on Hill yeTs shoulder Name the price of | your. forg. .yeness and I will pay it.
 Q, if it's a matter of pf7ce, replied Hillyer, my terms are that you marry me within a month.' Easy terms, except as to the we'd ding" said NJ ss GaIland. Dear old
 boy, can't we put that off until spring."
 There's to be no haggling over ehe price, Edith Galland. Hillyer replied
 warningiy. Come you gave me your ! word"
 Well, I've finished the story and mailed t." the Literary BookkeepeT announced next morning at the table Good" said his wife, approvingly,
 and if the concluding section is as
 we'll done at the first two. it VIII
 make a hit
 What do you know about the first
 two parts?' inquired the Literary Bookkeeper; you didn't see them"
 No? But ! did. yca dear old silly
 she replied. If you had been up at
 o'clock this morning you'd have dis covered me steaming the sealed flap of a large envelope over the teaket- tle," and she laughed at the success of her artful scheming.
 Now the Literary Bookkeeper could afford to, and did, laugh with his wife because the story which she had uu- timely steamed from its mia safe guard was not the one winch you have just read, but revised version,