Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-29
C0Fyrisht igls by Bobbs-AielTlii e.


 Copyright iQl2 by BObbs-AieTrlll Co.
 Sure. said the Watermelon. 'Fa- ther used 10 say that manners didn't count any more than the good apples on the top Of the box to hide the rot. ten ones beneath"
 'I think your father was a cynic, D said Henrietta sharply, into whose ears Billy had been recounting the sayings ef the absent divine.
 Yes" admitted the Watermelon, "'he was"
 "Cynicism is 8 sign of failure, quoted Henrietta Surely your father wasn't acynic."
 Yes. Se was," declared the Water. melon. "and you didn't make that up yourself You heard some failure say 1t. Father used to say. and he's right. that fl a man reached forty without becom- ing a cynic be was fool and might better never have reached forty"
 Your father was a philosopher q laughed Henrietta. T would like to have met him"
 r'I thought the papers said" began Billy. in her slow, anxious way to get things right
 "Yes, they did" interrupted the Wa termelon, ''and they were right"
 It was quite dark now. Bartlett stopped moment while Alphonse lit the lamps, and then they went on and on, faster and faster, into the sum. mer night. Once in a while they passed a lighted farmhouse and a dog rushed out and parked at them. Twice they Whirled through small villages and the villagers, going home from church. paused to watch them pass and be swallowed up in the dark ahead.
 The general had been worried for some time. They were apparently get ting nowhere. He felt that he should have consulted the blue book He was about to suggest that they stOL and get the book from the rear car when Bartlett waved toward the dark bulk Of a house looming out of the night, some little way ahead
 That's the place" said he. We car spend the night there and get one oi the best chicken breakfasts I ever ate7
 The general looked at the place and rallied his sinking spirits. It appeared dark and he should say it was desert ed, but Bartlett doubtless knew what he was talking about. The people probably lived in the kitchen. He was hungry and tired and the thought oi hot sausages, bread and jam and milk and then a soft cool bed was nearly as good as the reality. He turned gaily to the quiet three in the ton neau.
 Wake up and hear the birds sing"
 Bartlett glanced back and laughed Asleep, eh? We're there" he added turning the car neatly into the open driveway. Guess you won't refuse 3 good supper very strenuously."
 The drive was rough and they rolled slowly up to a great dark house, stand ing on a slight rise of ground, a typi- cal New England farmhouse. square and gaunt and Inadorued, with small front stoop and a long side perch, From the trees behind the house came the dismal cry Of a hoot owl as the cars came to a rest, and an an. swering cry from the grove across the road.
 'Ghosts," whispered the general.
 "Oh, hush,' pleaded Billy. There is no need of fooling with things like that"
 This house ain't lived in," sad tbe Watermelon, as he slipped from fts car to straighten his cramped legs
 Folks gone 10 bed" explained Bart lett cheerfully. since he was not the one who had gone to bed. We will just have to rout them out"
 He shut of the power and alighted from the car, pulling of his gloves. Al phonse came up in the other car and peered out at the dark, quiet, lonely house and shook his head with fore bodings.
 There isn't anyone here" insisted the Watermelon, asleep or awake"