Bisbee daily review., 1913-06-29

lett with just the flicker of amusement In his mild gray eyes, thinking that Bartlett had got lost already. delib- erately, with the intention of spending the greater part of the following day anding themselves, and SO successful ly passing one day of the seven. Bart lett glanced at the young man and flushed. It seemed to him for one beeting moment that the youth with the sleepy eyes knew a bit more than Bartlett cared to have him know, cared to have anyone know, that ne even seemed to suspect him of having got lost on purpose. Then the sleepy eyes turned again to Billy and the old CT man told himself that he was mis- taken He was growing nervous and reading his own intentions in every one's eyes- He stroye to regain the mastery of his nerves by airy indiffer. ! ence
 "A slight mistake" said he. [ "Ah. yes" said Henrietta, "as when you go of with another mans um4 | brella"
 The general, with rare nerve, took ! on the table. He drew his handker. chief and wiped his hands q will get the blue book" he began busily, his mouth stin rather full. We don't need the blue book to tell us 10 get out" said Henrietta, a bit i tartly. She looked at the dainty pile of sandwiches, the cold chicken, cakes and olives on the table with the wood en plates and gay paper napkins she had arranged for the coming feast and i hesitated. She wished some one was courageous enough to suggest that they eat before they leave. Certainly not" said the general But if we had consulted them before we left"
 Sort of in the fashion of an oracle" sneered Henrietta as she began slowly to gather up the napkins and the wood en plates.
 Tell me- said Bartlett calmly, i'm personally. not as one desiring an ar gument, but simply as an humble seek CT after knowledge, with no prior views on the subject, tell me, can you never make mistake if you have blue book?"
 No" said Henrietta. never. With the blue book one could go directly to heaven. It would bs impossible not | to-"
 | Billy laughed. Billy would laugh at her funeral" said Bartlett coldly.
 We haven't anything to cry about said the Watermelon. frankly uncon- cerned. Its for the man who owns the house 10 do the crying" | How did you get here?" demanded the general. as Alphonse went to get the blue book, for the general could no | longer be gainsaid in his desire for his book. "Is this where the Higgins home should bel"
 Why no. father" said Henrietta, ''or it would be here"
 T meant, Henrietta, did we come the right way? If VIC took every turn and have come far enough and not too | far. this should be the Higgins house"
 Tt should be-" admitted Bartlett.
 But 1t isn't"
 Why. not eat here?" suggested the Watermelon. unimpressed by the as | pect Of the affair as it struck the oth- CTS. We can hunt for the Higginses ! afterward. They ought to be around somewhere unless we're helplessly ] lost"
 |. Henrietta smiled and took out the napkins she had laid back in the bas- ! ket. Tt won't take us long," she agreed. We don't need to have any | tea"
 ''No,- protested Bartlett, glancing at the door and listening for the crunch of wheels on the gravel without, no, ] we must leave at once We aren't lost. The Higginses' is probably the | next house."
 Suppose it isn't" said Billy. Lust so,: answered the general We will return to the village and put up at the hotel It isn't late"
 Its half-past eleven" said Henriet- ] ta, glancing at her watch. Alphonse returned, blase, indifer- | ent- There are no books" said he, | devoid of all interest in the affair NO books7' cried the general Al | PAO4EcB aAdA Adc DECOLlt OA ! Did you take them out of the car be- fore we left?'
 No" said Aphonse, and violent, | positive protestations could not have been more convincing.
 But where are they? left them in the car"
 They probably fell out, father" said Henrietta. They have never fallen out before" snorted the general, with base suspi- cions against Henrietta. l We can get another tomorrow" | said Henrietta "We will simply re- turn to the hotel iu the village for the night" And once more she replaced ! the napkins in the basket.
 "Yes," agreed Bartlett. There is g | good hotel near the railroad tracks"
 Where are the railroad tracks7' asked the general, who had lost all 1 faith in Bartlett's knowledge of the country. We passed no railroad | tracks"
 Lust before you come to the viii | lage," retorted Bartlett, irritated as