Bisbee daily review., 1912-06-02

hhu hc Ehh HIS DTOHh Husct ihpiuiy over the days. finally paused at the thirtieth. hesitsting. and turning white face 10 his friends.
 Tt isn't on the calendar" he said in a shocked voice. 'It isn't on
 this cslendar-has anybody got an. other one?"
 "lt isn't on any calendar, you ga loot" shouted Crangle noisily. Haven't you ever heard that old rhyme
 about Thirty days hath September.
 April. June and November?' Why. the
 lady was joshing you!"
 Crangle was the only one who laughed in the white asonized face of
 Peter Barton. He looked from one to another of his mates and saw only
 pity in their glsnces. He reached up
 and swung his hat to his head again
 ''I guess it was a mistake-she was
 playing joke on me-" he said thick f ly and was gone. After a few moments
 of tense silence they heard the chatter
 Of the hoofs of the gray horse. T wouldn't believe it of her." nut [ tered Ben Holcomb to Latling under cover of a newspaper. They had seen ! how it was with Peter and Boss Cages ! daughter.
 You don't suppose-you don't sup | pose she's still hankering after that fellow from down Tucson way?" wbis. pered Latin.
 'Dentman, you mean?" 1 The other nodded. Miss Nan waA some took with him, and when he | went away so sudden and we heard
 he was married. she looked mighty
 peaked for awhile"
 I'm afraid maybe she did mind.
 though We ought not to put it into | words." said Ben chivalrously. some
 how. I'm sorry she took il into her | head to treat Peter that way"
 "'Tisn't like her to do it-not if she | knew 1t was going to hurt him." was { Latlin's reply.
 i During the months that followed { Peters proposal. he carefully avoided | approaching Nancy Gage. On the big ! sanch that was an easy matter. and
 the few times they met each other un- | expectedly Peter Barton's eyes were
 turned steadily away, while he barred his head before the girl who had fout- ! ed him.
 Nancy. at first merciless in the sting | of her own love affair, assumed that i he had understood and accepted her | rude rejection of him. But when she | met him time after time and saw the | set gravity of his features ard the ] of hfs ch | a little fearful of what she had done. i After awhile she found herself think { ing often of the stern-faced cowboy
 who avoided her whenever possible i After awhile her remorseful thoughts | of Peter Barton quite crowded out her ] heeting fancy for the brilliant Dent | man from Tucson, and she found her ! self longing for an opportunity to apol- | ognize to Peter for the wrong she had 1 done him. Once she rode out delib- ! srately with the intention of throwing herself in his way that she might | havo a chance to ask his forgive | ness.
 | It was the last day of September. | and the parched grass lay fiat on the l plains She had heard her father tell ! Peter to ride over to Honey Creek post ! office for the weekly mail. and from her window sne had seen his we'll | knit figure on the gray horse sweep | away from the corral and out of sight | She dressed herself in becoming rid | Ing dress of linen that matched her | eyes, and without hat on her sunny | head. she mounted the cream-colored | pony and was away.
 That was how 1t happened that Pc | ter came across her on the shoulder of ] hill as he had on that May day | when he had asked her to marry him. ! He had been whistling softly as he | rode, and she had been watching his ] lace with a strange wistfulness in her | own when he suddenly looked up and | saw her. Then the sound died on his | lips and his face stiffened like a grave mask and he lifted his hat ! Nancy Burton put forth hand and
 caught the bridle of the gray horse. Peter! Peter Barton-don't look like | thati" she half sobbed.
 | Gently Peter disengaged her fingers.
 You needn't worry yourself about me. 1 Miss Nan, ne Sdlu hlnuiy- m all | right. although ought to be larruped
 good for going around with long
 face" He smiled cheerfully. but
 Nancy Gage was not to be consoled
 fin that way. With little cry she
 dropped her head on the pony's neck | and sobbed bitterly.
 Peter Barton was frightened. Mss { Nan, what is it?" he stammered ex- | citedly. If it's that Dentman chap | TTl-TI have him"
 Its yourself, Peter Barton-I don't
 want anyone but you and l never did!" ! sobbed Nancy What I said to you be-
 fore was spoken when l was feeling
 unhappy and what say today l mean | eyery-word-I dol"
 Peter slipped from his horse and i came to her side. Miss Nan-Nan."
 he whispered fearfully. Do you really
 mean it-that you want me-that
 you'll marry ne?"
 Nancy lifted a tear-wet face and | smiled down at him. "I do mean 1t,
 Peter,p she said simply. "I'll marry | rc,, today if you want me to-it's the