Bisbee daily review., 1913-07-03

He felt that there might be no limit to his daring, he might go as far as to rob an apple orchard and make no attempt to repay the owner. that was, if the apples were ripe. Henrietta's own spirits were rising. One never realized what liberty was until one threw aside conyentionality- hon or, but conventionaiity, the silly, fool ish laws of senseless ages. Billy as usual laughed at every remark, while the general. the tramp and the finan- cier grew fairly brilliant beneath the spur of two pretty womens laughing eyes.
 The Watermelon. in his silk socks, his soft panama and fine linen, was too much in the habit of taking fate as he found it. without wonder or pro test, to marvel now at his change of fortune or to be disturbed or embar- rassed at the unexpected society in which he found himself. Between him and Bartlett was only the difference of few millions, both lived by their wits. and if one preferred to walk while the other rode. it was merely a matter of choice-no sign Of inferior ity between man and man.
 They stopped that evening at a small town in the north of Vermont, as far from railway and telegraph office as Bartlett could bring them. He had watched Batchelor carefully for signs of restlessness, but the young Haan appeared absorbed in the pres ent, with no thought for anything but ths moment and Billy and Henrietta.
 After supper, they loitered a while on the porch. The night was dark and warm. Across the road and over the fields, the frogs in a distant pond were croaking. and the air was thick with irefiies.
 Isn't it dark and still" said Billy, her hands thrust into the pockets of her linen coat. her feet slightly parted. ss a boy would stand, her small head thrown back.
 The Watermelon watched her covert ly from the cigarette he was rolling, the clear oval of her dainty profile. her slender throat and well-shaped head with its coronet of braids.
 Dark as misery" said Henrietta dreamily.
 'In the day, one sees a world" quoted Bartlett. standing beside her where she leaned, a slender figure. against the post of the porch. 'In the night one sees a universe" and he waved his lighted cigar vaguely to- ward the myriads of stars above them
 What good does that do,' asked the Watermelon. "seeing a universe7 It's miles away and can't help you any,"
 You have no beauty In your soul declared Henrietta. q think the idea Is beautiful. seeing a universe"
 When you are down and out, you don't take any pleasure in looking at universe" said the Watermelon "A dollar. or even a quarter. will look a dsTned sight more beautiful"
 T wouldn't like to be poor" said Billy. Tt must be SO terrible to have no motor-car. for one thing"
 Tt is," agreed the Watermelon, who would have agreed to anything Billy said. Its simply awful"
 What did you mind most" asked Billy. when you were a newsboy2'
 Lets go look at the universe" sug gested the Watermelon hastily. We can see 1t much better down the road a bit"
 Billy consented. and they strolied away in the dark. The general, who thought he was talking politics, was laying down the law to the hotel clerk. and Henrietta and Bartlett were left alone They fingered a moment on the porch and then quietly disappeared Gp the road in the opposite direction from that taken by Billy and the Wa termeIon. fS
 Bartlett's desire was to reach Maine as soon as possible and get lost over Saturday. but to avoid every city and larger town on the way and to hurry by the smaller places where there might be telegraph or telephone con aections.