Bisbee daily review., 1913-07-01

IL HdS q toFidl Mtdl- 4bS fthHNSFra- ton waxed merrier and merrier. The general grew younger with every lnouehfu and Bartlett more and more genial He forgot that he was kidnap- ing famous young fnanciRr, and told all his. enjoyable stories with the slsill of many repetitions. When they tad finished, no one for a while made any motion to clear up the table prepafa- tory to leaving. Billy, with her chin on her hand, thoughtfuliy gathered up the crumbs still on her plate and trans feTred them 10 her mouth. Henrietta leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped behind her head, gazing dream fly at the fickering lamp. Bartlett and the general smoked in contentec silence and the Watermelon rolled a cigarette with his long, thin fingers, his old clay pipe discarded with his rags. AlphonEe was already asleep. A snore from his corner drew their at teution.
 The Watermelon licked his cigarette paper and glanced at Billy. He's got his nerve said he, putting the cigar cite in his mouth and reaching for a match.
 don't think that any-of us have been lacking in nerve tonight" said tho general, with no little pride.
 You're dead game sports admit ted the Watermelon. Let's stay all night"
 It's morning already" said Henriet- "a. We have stayed all night"
 Let's sleep here" said the Water melon We can leave early"
 ''Er-er-arc there any beds 2'' asked the general
 Father, father" cried Henrietta,
 you are backsliding."
 The general protested. immensely ilattered.
 The general always looked back on that night and the week that followed with wonder. thankfulness and pride. When the Watermelon. waiting for no further consent, picked up the lamp and started to investigate the bed rooms. the general was the first to fol, low him.
 They found two bedrooms on the ground floor. and though the beds only had mattresses and pillows on them, even the Watermelon did not suggest a search for sheets and pillow cases. The girls took one room, the men the other.
 The Watermelon was having the time of his young life. Abstract prob lems Of right and wrong did not trou. bic him. He took each event as 1t came and never fretted about it when 1t was over or worried about the next to come. Batchelor would proba bly try to make trouble. but if Bartlett were as successful as he hoped to be and kept on getting lost. there vas ut He danger from that source. Bartlett desiring secrecy as much as the Va l ternelon. had effectuany snenoed fbe enterprising reporter al the hctei IL vas early when Bartlett aHoks He yawned and stretched. glsnci-g ! vitb amusement at the general sEll raising ruelodious sounds of slu1nbe' from the couch at the foot Of the hea Then BuGdeniy he became aware tha. inc place at his side vas empty. thai the Watermelon was gone He craxIeC ( sgealthiiy ous Of bed and dTesHed. ritet [ with misgiyings.
 BaJchelor had consented so resdils lhe day before 10 come with them that now, when he had had time to think H 3ver he might have regretted his de cision and be already on tae gay c -he railroad somewhere. His had beer The master mind to conceivo tho chacf and r8iBsiion of the cotton gcheDe and surely he Eonld sec the folly f what he had done the day before. Wher iured on 5y the pretty. bemifchinR Billy. He would realize nov ln ta, clear light of day that he must returl te the city or get vor6;t hfs brokers somehow. He might eyea then be il a telegraph ofhce. aending a dispatef of far-reachsnz Importance.
 Bartlett dressed with feverish haste and hurried out to the side porch ] The Watermelon was there, sitting iI the sun. his feet hanging over th' i ed.e of lSs porch. talking carelessl,