Bisbee daily review., 1913-11-23
CHAPTER |.
The Roarders.

hebdfuihs the events or that rainy autumn evening at Mrs. Moore's boarding-hoUse in the far West Twen ties of New York. accounts differ sOmewhat-althongh not enough, after all. but what we may piece together a connected story. Until the great event they were trivial It was the reflected light of the tragedy which gave them their importance.
 Most of the boarders remained in doors, since it was too wet in the early evening for faring out-of.doors with comfort After dinner, Miss Harding and Miss Jones, stenogra phers, who shared a room-and-alcOvs on the second floor, entertained com pany' in the parloT on the ground fioor-two young office-mates who fig ure but dimly ir this tale. These call CTS came at eight o'clock. A few min utes later Professor Noll joined them Professor Noll was a diet delusionist the assistant editor of a health-food magazine. He lived on the third floor across the nall from Captain Hanska
 Miss Harding and Miss Jones had not arrived at that point with their young men where they wanted 10 visit alone. When Professor Nol entered and suggested music, they welcomed him. He sat down to the piano, there, fore, and they all sang the foolish ephelneral songs of the piCture-shows Mrs. Moore stood in the hall for a time. listening. Once or twice she left momentarily to look after towels, fur. nace-heat and other housewifely cares One of these tours took her to the top of the house, where Miss Estrilla, the lady sick with weak eyes, lived in a half-darkened room. She was Q new Comer, this Miss Estrilla, and not yet well enough to take her meals in the dining-room. Miss Estrilla's brother, a slim, mercurial little Latin with an entertaining trick of the tongue, was reading to her by a shaded lamp as he often did of evenings. When Mrs. Moore reioined the others, they were singing fulI-voice.
 On the stairs Mrs. Moore met Cap tain Hanska passing up from his late and solitary dinner. He was a little irregular about meals; and this eve ming he had come in, demanding din ner, after everything was cleared away. Half the boarding-house liked Captain Hanska, and half dislikcd him. Rather (and more accurately all half-liked and halfhated him.
 Before he started up the stairs he paused an instant at the ParlOr doJT and looked upon the singers.
 Come on in--the waters fne!' called Miss Harding jocularly.
 Captain Hanska returned no answer Apparently one of his sardoEic gibss was on his lips, but he let it die there And he turned away.
 He caG certainly 55 q gT0uCh when he wants to-" said Miss Harding, as though apologizing to the young men
 "Fiercei" exclaimed Miss Jones And they resumed their singing. As Captain Hanska passed Mrs. Moore on the lower flight of stairs, his head was bent and he gave no sign of rec .ognition.
 Mrs. Moore did not leave the par Tor. she testified afterward, until NIT Lawrence Wade called, asking fo, Captain Hanska. As on previous oc casions, he gave her his card, which read ''Mr Lawrence Wade, CurfeV Club" He had called before; whether two or three times, Mrs. Moore's mem ory would never serve 10 tell But she recognized him perfectly-sht would have known him anywhere, she said.
 Mrs. Moore carried the card to Cap tain Hanska's room on the third floor
 What is it?" he growled, as sht knocked.
 "Mr. Wade to see you" she replied
 She remembered afterward that h' caused for an instant before he an swered; also she heard a rustling as though some one were moving about
 I've gone 10 bed" he said after 2 pause. Where. is he? Down-sJairs? 2
 "Yes, sir"
 Then show him up." said the Cap tain, but say I've gone to bed"
 Mrs. Moore turned back to summon Mir. Wade; as she did so, Mr. Estrills came down from the floor above.
 "Oh, good evening. Mir. Estrilla. said Mrs. Moore. Did your sister
 Just then the voice of Captain Han ska broke ia from behind the door.
 Wait a minute. Ask MT. Wade I he minds my not getting ID. I've 2 cold and I've taken some medicine.
 Very well, Captain" replied Mrs Moore. Estrilla, seeing that she was engaged. went on downstairs to the front door.
 This narrative has gone, SO far from the point of view of Mrs. Moore We will shift now to Miss Harding for a time let her mind be the crysta of our thought A moment before Mrs Moore came back and told Mr. Wade that Captain Hsnska would see him MT. Estrilla appeared at the door o the parlor. Although they had seer but little of him at Mrs. AIoore's, hs was popular for a Latin lightness oi temperament, a cheerful and winning smile. q nimble wit which lost nothing because of his quaint accent and va