Bisbee daily review., 1913-11-07

Sopsr rkhs, lsl2, The bcbbs Merrill COIupanly "Oh. no, she's noti" he remarked, picking up the co1ee-pot. It seems that l met her on the train somewh here or other the day before yesterday, and ran on with her and married heri" l sat back on the rug speeches.. Don't tell me the way of the wicked is hard; the wicked get all the fun there is out of life, and as far as l can see, it's the respectable "in at ten o'clock and up at seven" part of the wicked's family that has all the trouble and does the worrying.
 If we could only keep it hidden for a few days!" l said. But. of course, the papers will get il. and just now, with columns every day about Miss Patty's clothes"
 Her what?"
 And all the princes of the blood sending presents, and the king not fla yoring it very much"
 What are you talking about?"
 About Miss Jennings wedding Don't you read the newspaper"
 He hadn't really known who she was up to that minute. He put down the tray and got up.
 IT hadn't connected Ter with the the newspaper. Miss Jennings" he said, and lighted a cigarette over the lamp. Something in his face startled me, must say.
 You're not going to give up now?' l asked. I got up and put my hand on his arm, and l think he was shaking 'If you do, I1I-Pll go out and drown myself, head down, in the spring"
 He had been going to run away-l saw it then-but he put hand over mine. Then he looked at the door where Miss Patty had gone out and gave himself a shake
 "Pll stay" he said. "Weu fight il out on this line if 1t takes all summer Minnie. After all, what's blue blood to good red blood?"
 Which was almost what the bishoI had saidl
 
 Mir. Moody took indigestion that night-not but that he always had if but this was worse-and Mrs. Moodl came to my room about two o'clocl and knocked at the door.
 You'd better come" she said There's no doctor, and he's awfu bad"
 We went down to Mir Moody's room and he was sitting up in bed with hi knees drawn up to his chin and hot water bottle held to him.
 Look at your work, woman" h. said to me when l opened the door Pm dying!"
 You look sick" I said, going owe to the bed. It never does to cros them when they get to the water-bottlt stage. "The pharmacy clerks gone L a dance over at Trimble'e, but I gues l can ind you some whisky"
 'I never touch the stuff and vol both know it." he snarled. He had fresh pain just then and stopped ciutching up the bottle. Besides" b finished, when it was over, T haven got any whisky"
 Well, to make long story short, " got him to agree to some whisky froI the pharmacy. with a drop Of pepper mint in 1t, if he could wash it dow with spring water so 1t wouldn't d any harm.
 l put on some stockings of Mir Moody's and a petticoat and shaw and started for the spring house.
 It was still showing, and part of th time Mrs. Moody's stockings were U to their knees. The wind was blowin hard, and when l rounded the corne of the house my lantern went out stood there in the storm, with tn shawl Tapping, thanking heaven wa a single woman, and about ready 20 back and tell Mir Moody what thought of him when looked towar the spring g-house.
 At first l thought it was afire, the I saw that the light was coming frol the windows. Somebody was insid with a big fire and all the lights g ing.
 I went over cautiously to one of th windows. wading in deep snow to g there-and if you have ever done thi in a pair of bedroom slippers you ca realize the state of my mind-ar locked in.