Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-19

NAh htLt Wu6 uOL ehhllY turned aside.
 No telling what devilish conspiracy is afoot. Buddy" he urged; its our duty as good citizens to interfere if we have some reason to think that"
 "Slushl" remarked Mir Van Vech. ten without feeling. '1 am not a good citizen. According to Paige, I belong Co the least desirable class of all--the spenders, the wasters of substance And toll not, neither do spin"
 Tom snorted his disgust at such sen. uments.
 What buffers girls arel" declared he from the lofty height of twenty-five years accumulated wisdom. "Ill bet Miss Carew don't believe any such rot as that. Can't a man do as he pleases with his own money?"
 "She says not A man's money ia not his own he is merely holding 1t in trust"
 Tom, however, had never met Paige Carew, who had lived most of her twenty years abroad, and he had no more tolerance for her opinion than he had for anybody else's that did not agree with his.
 They may be plating to rob a bank" be abruptly bent the talk back tc the paramount topic.
 Van Vechten regarded him with a faraway look.
 "Or starting a dramatic school" be added. Tor Condemning vivisection or woman suffrage, or something equally ghastly. Drop it, Tour that's my ad vice. Sitting comfortably at a window and waiting for whatever surprises our House of Mystery may have to dis close, is one thing; actively interfering with something that does not in the least concern us, is quite another. If there really is any mystery, and 1t is to be dealt with at all, it calls for a thin. keen blade, not a bludgeon."
 "lf that's some of your pinktea wit, " growled Tom, "a bludgeon is a mighty good thing to have when you are deal ing with crooks"
 "Doubtless-whan the crooks do not fight with rapiers. I'll give you a chance to break even; you don't want to owe me a hundred, I suppose?" The troubled look, result of unwont ed mental effort, was instantly erased from the handsome boyish face.
 No l don't I'm on, if you're bet ting nobody will show up at one.'
 Either end you like. A hundred says no man will enter thirteen-thir ! teen at one o'clock"
 Which was very decent and accom- modating of Van Vechten, considering that be would have been rather sur | prised than otherwise if one o'clock | came and went without bringing q fresh arrival And there was another | arrival, and he was surprised-very much surprised. And Tom Phinney lost his second wager, too, which he could i'll afford tc do. This was the way of 1t.
 It was very close to one when theJ | resumed their seats. Alexander, witl patient disappointment, reported tha nothing at all had happened. TheI the clock struck the hour. and a taxi cab whirled mAdly up and came to ( skidding stop in front of Number 1913
 A lady hastily descended. a fashion ably gowned lady, who fairly ran uI the steps; and before she had tim, even to touch the bell the door swunl open and she darted through the open ing and was swallowed up.
 Tom was indignant and disgusted
 Now what do you think of that!-- giving the exclamation the slsngies sort of intonation. He was, of course thinking only of the outcome of th, bet.
 But Van Vechten had not heard. Tn, instant the woman appeared at the tol of the stoop-until then the cab hal partially concealed her-he startle, Tom into forgetfulness of his disaI pointment, by bounding from his chaiI At the same time he smothered an el clamation which, although inarticu late. was a good deal more indicativ of agitation and amazement thai Toms had been
 What the dickens!" Tom cried
 Van Vechten slowly sank back int his seat again.
 TT thought-for a moment" h muttered vaguely. If l did not pos lively know to the contrary, l shoul say"
 He left 1t unsaid. however. The ca turned and departed. and the youn man sat staring in a perplexed way a the closed door. It was as silent an illegible as it had been for months the windows all as irresponsive, tn sooty facade as sphinXlike. Tom was still contemplating hi friend in bewilderment.
 You didn't by any chance think was Miss Carew, did yon?' he asked.
 The other bent @ startled look upo him.
 "Paige7 Heavens, mol Don't be blooming idiot It was a young gir though. I couldn't see her face. bu for a second thought she was som one l know--a much older woman The words trailed on There followed a moment of silence then he announced with quiet d cibion:
 Tom, I believe my interest Is ?, YiYing If you don't mind my des fellow. we shall see whether this is a occasion calling for an outsiders inte ference"
 Tom chortled. Enter, a girl, an the bludgeon is to be supplemented b a keen. thin blade"
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