Bisbee daily review., 1912-12-15

snare and all dancing parties are feminine"
 You're horrid," she scowled What are we going to do?"
 There's a hut over there. If there's any part Of it that will burn, We will preserve the remainder and use it as 2 Garden of Eden supplied by kind providence"
 The woman hesitated. The Garden of Eden stuff in the morning was not then so pregnant with possibilities. Bedight set of ahead, apparently obuylous to her doubt
 Miss McConnell's face was elouded. What else was there to do? They were on the opposite side of the tur- buIent lake from the inn, with an oar less, shattered. boat. The country about was rough and unsheltered? The night was upon them and the way 10 the inn around sylvan lake was too far for her to attempt walking it in .he night, along the rough trails and through the undiscovered roads.
 Bedight met her at the door.
 Welcome, Eve.' he said, teasing ly. "Eden isn't such 2 bad place. after all. There's @ stove and some four and salt here, also matches, a dish pan, three chairs and a bunk. I'm go ing to see If the lake has yielded up our coffee pot and some coffee
 "Tn go.' said Miss Mcconnell, sober ly. You start the fire and put the kettle on."
 She went out abstractediy and walk ed down to the beach. What should she do? Was she sure of this man who seemed a gentleman, or would she need protection from her pro- tector? If she had been more guard ed in her bantering conversation of the morning, fl she had not been quite so natural and unconventional.
 She looked up and down the beach hurriedly as though she would run away. a sudden passion for flight coming over her. But where could ! she go? And there were snakes and I bears in the woods! What should she dor
 Bedight found her sitting upon the edge of the boat. She started as he drew near and took cn new reserve. . He looked at her uuderstandingly and ! dropped his joking mood. Here is the coffee he said. pro ' ducing a soddan mass, "but the pot must have followed the cyclone. Shall | we go back?'
 i She looked up like a frightened child with that pleading look We see | in the eyes of a cCTnered rabbit Come" he said, kindly. the pot | boils and you will be needed soon to | pour the coffee"
 ! She arose without a word and fol. lowed him into the shack.
 And now" he said. T am going away for an hour. There Is plenty Of wood here. Take of your vet ! clothes and dry them. When you have finished. call from the door. I will be on the beach. Do not be afraid I Eill not be out Of hearing
 Thank you" she, replied. and there was a more cheerful intonation in her voice.
 Bedight sat upon a log and watched the white-caps whip themselves along the shore The sky vas clear and the noon came out from it's nest be hind tie wood and glowed Ike ball Of crimson ochre. For an hour he sci thus. when he heard a step upon tho gravel behind him.
 The coffee Is ready. Mr. Bedight If you are as hungry as I. we shal do ample justice to saleratus biscuits and eodee"
 They sat down by the light of aa of lamp that contained two inches oi kerosene.
 'Oh, if Pauline could only see u' now.r laughed Miss McConneli--ol
 Mine Host-''but it's good. anyhow, i r you're hungry enough,"
 Add to all your other charms" sait Bedight. lightly, the quality of beinl a good cook"
 The girls face grew serious again ; Bedight noted the varying shades. bu } paid no outward heed The rougi
 fare and the abominabIe coaee wer'
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