Bisbee daily review., 1913-07-17

"Just Be Nice to Him, You Know. 10 conceal from BaJchslor, who leaned against the counter of the store and telegraph office combined, and watched him moOdily.
 Realizes that it was piece of fool ishness, his tastsF that trip" thought Bartlett with the sympathy of the vic tor for the beaten Has probably for gotten Billy .cE the time. Poor Bfllyi"
 He tore open the telegram quickly and read if eagerly and then slowly and still again mora slowly, while hls forid face grH dfay red and then white.
 Come baot. for Gods sake. B. here all the gs. Where have you been?7 signr5 by hls brokers name.
 After tho tbiTd sding, Bartlett raised his eg sad glanced duly at ae Watermelon leaning against tue counter, among the gay rolls of cali co and boxes of rubber oYershoes and stockings, watching him with thought ful. var eyes. and Bartlett wondered if he were going mad.
 1t was late n the afternoon. The general and the girls, having tele- graphed for mcuey, had gone to the hotel to wait for their answers, while Bartlett and tho watermelon had re Inained ip the store Bartlett eager to receive the answer to the joyful | congratulations he had sent his brok, CT on the success of his plan, and the Watermelon becanse he scorned tc run away like a whipped cur, prefer ring Bartlett 10 know who he was
 ''To ask ne for Billy" Bartlett had ! at first decided, but changed his mind ! as the youths gloom beca~e appar | entity impenetrable. ! BarIett's jaw was set squarely sterniy, his eyes gleaned angriIy and small pulse beat in his cheek. He handed the Watermelon the telegram | and watched him as he read it.
 Who are yo12" he demanded hoaTsely. when the watermelon had 1 finished reading the massagc en6 re turned it.
 "Jerobosm Martin" said the Water melon slowly. grim amusement ir his half-shut eyes. ] @Jero-what" "JeroboaIn Martin" i But Batchelor,' stammered Bart i lett. confused.
 "Batchelor is in New York" TO. 1 turned the Watermelon. q just tele ! graphed him, c. O. D., where he could find his blooming car. Don't sup pose the police had sense enough to i look for it at the hotel"
 "A low, dirty trick" sputtered Bart lett.
 l The Watermelon agreed. "Typioal | of the Street." he sneered. "Yah, il fairly reeks with the filth of money | your plan and mine" My plan?" Bartlett flushed and looked away. Sung" said he hum | bly, and crumpled the telegram in his hand as he gazed moodily through the open door to the village street, impo tent to refute the words of the Wa 1 termelon.
 The Watermelon nodded without any undue elation, in fact, not think ing at all about Bartlett, he vas toe entirely absorbed in his ogr troubles
 T suppose you are his partner friend?" questioned Bartlett, after a. moments painful readjusting of Ideas.
 No, I am a stranger. We met by chance, as you might say. I am g tramp"
 "A trampi" Bartlett's business cha grin vanished before the rush of his paternal alarm and surprise. But. by heavens, man, I told Billy she could marry you"
 The horror in his tones angered the Watermelon. The hot blood leaped into his face and his hands cIenched.
 Well. why not?'' he demanded. T am man if I am a tramp" ~Bah."' sueered Bartlett. A man 2 A COW, rather. an animal too lazy to work. suppose you stole your clothes"
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