Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-29

her cheeks were flushed with the joy of the adventure and her eyes bright.
 Father" said she, "in all our lives. we have never had an adventure be- fore, because you persist in using those blue books"
 The general laughed and helped himself to a sandwich.
 Billy opened the dresser and peered gingerly in, her small nose wrinkled for any unforeseen emergency. She had taken on her hat. and her soft yellow hair, bound back by a black velvet snood. escaped around her tenn ples in tiny waves. Her eyes. thought the Watermelon. were brighter than the lamp upon the table and her laugh ing. kissable mouth redder than the crimson lips of the fair creatures in the gay calendars on the wall Her hand upon the latch of the door was so near his own. that be was tempted 10 put his on it. but instead slipped his into his pocket with delicacy he did not recognize in himself. She was girl. young and sweetand attractive, and because she was attractive, she had been flung into the nav of the street, a victim of the ages insane de- sire for money and more money. Each dainty curl, each Hash and disappear ance of her single dimple had been reckoned as so much in dollars and cents. So the Watermelon put his hand in his pocket and only watched her with poorly yelled admiration.
 Do you know what l am looking forT' she asked. glancing at him, her eyes full of mischief.
 For the family silver" said the Wa termelon. We might as well take some souvenir of our visit.-
 q don't believe the family silver is silver" said she. T am trying to find bucket which you can take to the well and i'll for tea IL win give you an appetite"
 we will let 4lphonse 20 for the water" said the Watermelon, turning over the articles on the dusty, crowd cd shelves. The general sees to the cars. We will give Alphonse a chance to earn his pay
 You should do something to earn yours," said she.
 What is mine7" he asked, trying to see into her eyes.
 We must find that bucket" said she, gazing innocently upward at the higher shelves. "I love to muss around among other peoples things. They are so much more interesting than your own. l wonder why"
 We can't be amused with ourselves and our things" said the Watermelon. We are too important. Father used to say nothing else was really impor- tant but ourselves and what affected us"
 Henrietta, fussing with the alcohol lamp at the table, laughed. "Why didn't your father write book" she asked, "a philosophy? It would have been a deal moro interesting than James or Spencer or Decant."
 He used to say that a man who knew life never wrote about it. IL would be too painful 1t wouldn't sell There was a heavy step on the porch and Bartlett turned quickly with sick ening fear. It was Alphonse come from putting the cars away in the shed beside the barn. Bartlett wiped his brow and swallowed heavily. This was terrible, this being in another mans house unlawfully. The utterly hopeless inability to explain satisfac- torily took all one's nerves away. He glanced at the other four, merrily un. conscious of his ghastly discovery, their thoughts hlled only with the de sire to eat.
 Billy" said hs sharply, what are you doing in that closet2 Come away at once"
 "l was only trying to find bucket. stammered Billy.
 Those things don't belong to you. You have no right there" And Bart. lett sternly and promptly shut the door.
 Billy drew back hurt T don't see why 1t is so wrong to break into 8 mans pantry" said she, after you have broken into his house Besides