Bisbee daily review., 1913-08-14

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 sThe girl" echoed Van Dyke dis gustedly. We've already wasted too much time on her. Can't we get hold of Standish?"
 Hell be along pretty soon"
 You've sent for him? You're sure hell come for your sending?' No Graayied bIaSv. : didn't And be wouldn't But Gregg started whis- per in the house that a scandal will | break before morning. And he threw hint Of the same sort to the news paper boys
 "Oh. if we can publish this as it's written here broke in Van Dyke, we've got him! This story makes him out the lowest blackguard un- hung"
 And" amended Blake with in- 1 genuous elf-eongratulation, there an't a word in 1t that hasn't got soIno | sort of foundation on fact That's say | ing a whole lot for a campaign scan- | dal. We've got facts-real facts. May 1 he some of 'em are twisted around so that you'd have to look at 'em twice 1 be lore recognizing their dear familiar Ia as. But they're facts, just the | sa44e."
 ! And they're useless, grumbled Van ! Dyke, just because the one fact we | need we haven't got" l You mean the Woman?"
 The Womans name. We can't get any one to believe a word of the story without that What time is it? Oh. didn't notice the clock. The times | getting shor1-dangeTously short If i we want to get this story in any of tomorrow's papers we must have her name mighty quick. As it is, I'm afraid it'll be too late for anything but the last editions of the morning pa pers. What did the Associated Press ] people say, when you-?
 Jennings promised to hold a wire | till the last minute Better take the story around to him and tell him to have it ready He understands. But | be sure to tell him not to let 1t go till i I give the word. A false move just now would be a boomerang that we ! couldn't stand. Come back as soon as you can. We may need you"
 Van Dyke, pocketing the typewritten | sheets. departed on his mission; al most colliding at the door with Tom ! Blake, who was coming in. l Hello. dadi" hailed Tom. "I just dropped in on the way to the club o say 'howdy' to Grace. Where Is she' Turned in?"
 'sNo. Hasn't even got in. The trains hours late. Washout On the road somewhere. Mark telephoned up from the station. He's gone back there They ought to be here any time now. Want to waltz"
 I'm sleepy" yawned Tom. Gee, but I wish Grace would show up!" 50 does Mark" answered Blake. I Then, after a moment. a Chuckle of genuine amusement startled his son.
 Whats the joker asked Tom. Did miss it?"
 "Yes, you missed 1t, all right Both you and Grace always miss it. But l never do. l was just thinking-my lit tie Grace-my kld-keeping the for Iner governor of New York cooling his heels in a drafty railroad station. And, forty years ago, her father was a bare foot kid with one suspsnder, pan handling kind-hearted old folks in the street with dying mother stories and getting nickels from 'em. And even as lately as twenty-two years ago, what was I but a Chicago city clerk making an honest living by keeping my eyes shut and my palm open?"
 Dad" complained Tom, ''I can't make you out! You always seem to take a savage delight ia rubbing in the fact that everything we've got we owe to graft"
 Well" asked Blake. puzzled. don't we? If we don't owe it to graft, what do we owe it to, I'd like to know?"
 ITO change the subject, dad" broke in Tom, I've been making some plans"
 Have, hey?" queried Blake as though listening to the prattle of a somewhat backward child of six. Such as what. for instance?"
 Well" answered Tom, trying not to show his irritation al Blake's tone. 1.-the fact is-I want to get mar ried"
 "The blazes you do! Is that beast or a confession?7
 -'T don't quite understand you" said ! Tom stif1y.
 T mean" began his father. T mean -oh, never mind all that Who's the gfrl?"
 Before I tell you" evaded Tom, ~Fd like to get your views on the proposi. ton in general
 Tn general2- repeated Blake "Son, marriage is never a proposition in general. Becaase every woman Is an exception that proves no rule. You
 can't classify 'em any more than you
 can classify @ nest of hornets that you happen to step into. Helfs full oi
 women. Sos Heaven. I guess. But neither class got to either place by following any proposition in general.
 Tell me. he demanded. his philosoph
 ical mood changing in a flash to one of almost savage intentness. "is this girl the sort who can help you n get
 ting where I want to put you7"
 How can l tell? You've never told
 me just where you intended to put