Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-21

High on the topmost ridge. it looked over valley and woods and streams beyond to farther hills, peak after peak. range after range, fading into 8 blue shadow against the sky. II was big. square. garish building gaunt and unloyely among it's lovely surroundings.
 It was the dinner hour and in the country there is never any need te urge one to the table. So. save for a man and a girl, waiting on the steps, there was no one in sight.
 There are the Bartletts now" cried Henrietta, as the train of cars ap preached the porch. Poor dears. We have kept them waiting"
 T wonder" said the Watermelon why a guy always gets so hungrJ on Sunday"
 Nothing else to do" suggested Hen rietta, but eat"
 The car stopped and she started tc alight, but the Watermelon was be fore, offering his hand with a grace bred of absolute unconsciousness Of self.
 "Alphonse can take your car to the garage and i'll 1t with gasolene," said the general.
 "Aw. don't bother" protested ths Watermelon. "Tush. tush, man, 1t Is no bother and the general turned to the coldly respectful Alphonse.
 Henrietta had started toward the l steps and the Watermelon turned to follow her. when he saw her standing on the top step, looking straight at him across Henrietta's shoulder. Ills ! first impulse was to stand and stare, h!s second. to turn and run back to Mike and James and his old clothes, his third, which he followed blindly | was to stumble forward. hat in hand, not from any respect for woman in ! the abstract, but just for her, her tiny | feet, her small white teeth, her dimple. She would not come up to his shoul, | der by at least six inches, she was very slender, and in her high-waisted 1 yellow frock, she seemed a mere wisp of a girl. Her hair and eyes were brown, her cheeks flushed like the ! petals of an apple blossom. She had a crooked little smile that brought a single dimple in one soft cheek. Her hat was a big, Tapping affair, covered with buttercups and daisies.
 The Watermelon, gazing at her, for. got everything. Henrietta, dinner, the general He stared and she stared back The brown suit with the pale green stripe and the faint suggestion of red. lent an undeniable improve ment to the broad shoulders and long limbs of the graceful Watermelon The admirable shave and haircut the village barber had given him in ex. change for his own quarter. revealed the square-cut chin and the good natgred, careless mouth of the born ne'er-do-well Under the brim of the soft, expensive panama were his wom ans eyes. now tragic and unhappy for who was he but a tramp. a ire quenter of the highways and back streets, an associate of James and Mike?"
 "BiIly," said Henrietta, we have had an adventure and picked up an other guest. Miss Bartlett, MT. Bat chelor."
 Were you part of the adventureT z asked Billy, holding out her hand.
 Yes" said the Watermelon, incap able Of further speech.
 ' Henrietta presented him to Mir \ Bartlett, a stout. red-faced gentleman [ of middle age. Wealth, success. self complacency radiated from him like the rays of the sun. He grasped the hard, brown hand of the Watermelon and looked the young man up and down. noticing the pin in his tie. the panama and the silk socks without seeming fairly to notice the man.
 william Hargrave Batchelor7" he murmurcd questioningiy.