Bisbee daily review., 1913-11-30


 eano. Now we who speak Spanish we can throw our emotions to the sur face"
 Don't you think" responded Betsy. Barbara, "that to conceal it-but tc show it's there-is the more wonder ful way after all?''
 The blood of the MaoGregors in Bet. sy-BarbaFa vas calling her tc the de fense of her own.
 "po you happen to know any of our Spanish songs?" pursued Estrilla-
 "Only Juanita, l tEi1k-and La Pa loma"
 Estrilla looked as though he might have laughed but for Spanish polite ness.
 Those are Spanish for outside con sumption, as when the English call your cheap-oii-eloth is it not-'Ameri- can cloth Let ne sing to you-but . Spanish song does not go we'll with the piano"
 There's a guitar over in the al cove" announced Betsy Barbara
 "Far-seeing rnaideDl' exclaimed Els trilla with such a delicious Spanish roll on the voweis that Betsy Barbara laughed @ littles Azd he. as though un- derstandiRg, lauzred with her.
 So he tuned the guitar. Betsy-Bar- .bara finding the key for him on the piano. And while he tweaked the strings, he made comment on then, as
 ? .s--,,;- ,-o,, haar ss +bs apgaI S+,ipv It is for celestial harmonies. One can not go wrong on this string; but it Is too fine and hign to make all our mu- sic. This is the man-string. You can Igo very right or very wrong on this one" "Thees one.' he pronounced it.; and he drew out the vowels as though lingering on the thought This is the Romau-string. Listen-how discord- mt now! ! tune it to the man-string. pr am God Of this little world-Rnd LOW how beautiful"
 You are talking pOetTyi" said Bet Iy-Barbara; and thought of the phrase IS somewhat awkward. "Ah, but l am inspired!" replied Els Tilla. t"He surely doesn't mean me-" Thought Betsy Barbara, that would be. DO deliciousi" However, he was look hg not at her but at the guitar.)
 He strummed little shimmering shords as he spoke. He fell to silence. Sut still the lauguorous music quivered ron the guitar Betsy-Barbara turned Lbout on the piano stool, her hands jolded lightly in her lap, her eyes cast town
 1t was many years before Betsy-BaT- bara, looking back over everything, could anaIyze the feeling of that mo- nent, could put it in it's true relation 70 herself and her life. At the time, she knew only that she sat there i'm passive, embarrassed, but inert, that she felt shame yet also furtiye pleas gre at the steady look of those caress- ng eyes. It lasted only a moment
 The outer door slammed violently.
 Betsy-Barbara started as though caught in something guilty. She hesi. tated a moment for fear of showing her feelings to Estrllla. Then she walked out into the hall There was no one in sight. That seemed curi ous, since the hall stairs were not car peted, and one could hear footsteps 1t was as though some one had opened he front door and then quickly closeC t again without entering. When sht turned back, puzzled. she felt the ne cessity for explanation.
 T thought il might be Miss Hard ng," she said. faiseiy-"i wanted tC see her"
 He only smiled the same caressinI -miIe But the spell was cracked; ant Betsy-Barbara herself completed thu break. Half an hour later she winget hint, which he caught mid-course. a' he seemed to catch every delicat shaft of meaning. He rose and bad her formal good night. q hope ma, sing with you again." he said at part Ing
 Betsy-Barbsra went to her owl room. She dwadled over her prepara lions for undressing. making a dozei sfarts and stops She was not sleepy a hundred currents of thought wer crossing and recrossing in her mind So at last she threw kimono over he evening gown and sat down at the wir dow. maiden-fashion. and thought
 
 To make DO further mystery, tn person who opened the front door an disturbed the tete-a-tete between EI striIia and Betsy-BarbaTa was oni Tommy North. He had been searchin strenuously for g job No myster about that, either. The reason va Betsy-Barbara- The nightis quest ha failed. The fluid mercury of his diI position had fallen almost to absolut zero. Tn this mood. he unlocked tn front door. The parior was open; h heard the soft thrum of a guitar. Hui gry for companionship, he crossed tn thick hall carpet to the parlor doo He looked in and beheld Betsy-Bal bara sitting with flushed cheeks an folded hands. It was the attitude of woman who yields. Beside her sat th Estriila person, strumming gently O a guitar and looking a million lai