Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-17

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 | The Natermeion climbed the stone wall and paused a moment to view his surroundings. The road wound up E the. hill from the village nesting at its'foot and dipped again out of sight farthaT on. On all sides were tue hills, falling rocky pasture lands, ris- ing to orchards or woods, and now and then a farm house. It was sum- mer, glad, mad. riotous summer. The Watermelon was a vagabond in every fiber of his long, graceful self The open places. the sweep of the wind, the call Of the birds, the riR and fall of the hills, hiding the fasel mating beyond" found unconscious harmony with his nature. As a cap tive animal, given a chance for free dom, makes for the nearest timber: as cat, in a strange neighborhood. makes for the old familiar attic, so the Watermelon sought the country. the peace and freedom and space where a man can be a man ard not a maEikin.
 !. He paused a moment, in perfect contentment with the world and him. self, while up the valley, over the [ hills, through the sun-warmed air. borne on the breath of the new-mown fields, came the sound of distant ,-ufoH bells, softly, musically. sooth- -- Eiy, Slipping from the wall. he set 1.e for the village below in the val .ay, where the road wound steeply '2Tn.
 The village boastsd but one barber th-Rs 9 quiet, little. dusty-white one
 alu affair, leaning in timid humii-
 y against the protecting wall of the 7rl- other public building in town, tEr-goods, grocery and butcher shop E one. The church bells had stopped 'lE some time when the Watermelon armed into the wide empty street, and ssrolied carelessiy up to the faded rcd. white and biue pole of wilton's tOHs0rial Parlor. In it's Sunday calm the hole village seemed deserted. A Jew of the bolder spirits who had out grown apron strings and not yet been srIsd in any ones bonnet strings.
 si remained away from church and -oreEotbered in the seclusion of the 5arAer shop. The Watermelon re- sarded them moment through the window as he felt +carelessly in his pgcksta for the coins that were never -eesc The barber was cleaning up s-r his last customer and talking apE fently as much to himself as to any ono. Convinced of what he knew w1s % that he had no money, the Watermelon pushed open the door and
 entered
 helio. said he.
 -i2iio said the barber.
 All -he papers were lowered and all con RF5ss8tion stopped as each man -U-aee and scanned the newcomer with an interest the Watermelon mod estiy seit was caused by some event St1sv -han his own entry. He sur -a-esd Ina. Jar1es had probably been tlsre sefors him, and the next words -t ne barber confirmed his surmise.
 4hc dapper little man scanned him col ly, from the rakish tip Of his shahby hal to the nondescript cover Ing of his feet which from forco of Assit he called shoes. and spoke with darkly yelled sarcasm:
 T suppose you are the guest from Inc hotel up to tho lakes"
 The Watermelon grinned. He recog. nized James favorite role. "No,r said he cheerfally, "Pm John D., and me car is waiting without"
 A guest.up 10 the hotel. repeated the barber. upon whom James had evi. dently made a powerful impression. Just back from a two weeks camp ing and fishing trip"
 "No,' said the Watermelon. q don't like fishing. batting the hook is sCch darned hard work" (
 .sIast back went on the barber stiH quoting. his soul yet ranking with the deceit Of man. Look like a tramp. probably"
 ,Am one" grinned the Watermelon.
 And you thought you would get a shave as you pa=sS5 through the vil -----s----s--- -s--..------..-