Bisbee daily review., 1912-11-17

eliminating bill and permit you to depart in peace.
 But for every indiscretion on your part, you win be given a ten days sentence under the same conditions now governing. The court has en. deavored to impress you with the SC riousness of your situation and shall feel no regret should you. in your heedlessness, fail to grasp it's import.
 Given this day and date under my letter seal at Squirrel Inn, Dingledale. Wisconsin.
 JACK VINING, Judge"
 Walter Bedight. mayor and candl. date for the legislature, frowned. Plainly, here was a predicament The hum0r of the situation had fled. The piqued attitude Of the judge" toward if was "catty." She ran after him and he kissed her. a perfectly natural thing for a handsome bachelor to dc if the pursuer were pretty-and good. ness knows Jackie Vlning was enough of that to give almost any inquisitive young man palpitation of the heartl
 But even male judges have a way Of their own, absolute and unrelent. ing. while a woman judge. pretty. VI. vaCious, enticing, captured in a dog. wood swamp and kissed against her will-Bedight shuddered at his pos. slbIe fatei
 The fury Of a woman osculated is frequently as accentuated as the au. ger of a woman scornedl And he was the goat.
 Deep in a quandary of ways and means, the IuckIess politician, mental ly berating the fatal day of woman suffrage, wandered into the cool, Um. braseOus wood.
 It was midsummer and the forest was Q sylvan retreat where monk and man might lose his troubles in the rippling Of the rllis and receive di. vine UnCtion from the nature god rul. ing with soothing zephyrs and elixirs of emorescence.
 Bedight penetrated far into the heart Of the wood. where dryads romp along the sunbeaued way through interstices in the trees, where mother brown thrushes peep from sheltered nests and frisking squirrels chatter of the hickory nuts a-ripening upon the scraggly trees.
 And then he saw her,
 Like Psyche, she stopped beside a luiet pool, above her the spreading branches of a water elm. Beside her on the brink the hRrebeIl grew and to her ear there came from down be- ow the Thytbmical cadence of Q 5rooklet's song. the same song that, In crescendo or diminuendo, it had sung for centuries, the ever chanted, perpetual song of the brook.
 He stole softly forward on tip-toe. Absorbed in her mood, she gave no heed. The rich outline of her figure thrilled him and On her golden hair the sheen Of the morning radlated like 3 halo on the head of a Titan mas terpiece. Step by step he drew near. cautiously. Little by little he cFept forward until he stood with his hand upon the trunk of tree. And then. quietly, fesrlessly. he stepped behind her. his shadow falling over her shoulder upon the placid waters of the pool
 With cry of alarm she sprang to her feet and faced him. He stood his ground boldly. bet in his eyes there was an appeal.
 Forgive me-" he said evenly. IT, you needed the shadow of a man to complete the picture"
 You fatter yourself" she replied coldly.
 He started 10 speak, impulsively, to plead for forgiveness, but she held up her hand mandatorily.
 T hold DO conversation with pris- oners outside of court" she said, aus. terely.
 Turning from the pool, she stood be- fore him as one in authority.
 T am going. Wait here. Do not follow me" she adulonishsa