Bisbee daily review., 1914-12-08

monotonous fashion. and Tom was both disappointed and troubled when Molly the mulatto stewardess, in- formed him that none of the ladies would appear for dslner.
 "The other young lady seems ter ribly worried Molly enlarged: she has something on her mind that's driv- Ing her distracted. Nies-your friend is trying to quiet her
 The news augmented his curiosity. What seems to be the matter?" he asked.
 Don't know" replied Molly with an air of importance. She just suffers and don't say anything Shes a high strung young lady, the kind that feels more than most do. She's taking it pretty hard, whatever her trouble may be-
 As he dined in solitary grandeur, Tom puzzled over the circumstance not a little, and, as was usual with him, the inference was slow fin com ing, that whatever had upset the mys- terious young lady. it must have oc- cured on the yacht The merriment of all three, as they came aboard last night. testified to this fact At any rate. he thus accepted the conclusion, without taking into account that the trouble was a secret one, and that it is woman's peculiar gift to be able to hide carking care behind a mask Of Gayety.
 But he had scarcely got his pipe to going before one of the watch sought him out where he had retired upon the bridge, bearing the information that a young lady wanted to see him i'm mediately at the gangway.
 He descended to the main deck and made his way aftward with as brave a show of nonchalance as he could rally. The night was clear and starlit. and consequently the darkness was not so dense as it had been the previ- ous night; therefore. when he arrived at the gangway he was able to make out that the group standing there were in the midst of a strained situation. The first officer. Mir Mercer. and two sailors showed plainly that their state of mind was exceedingly black and cheerless, while the girl stood title apart. impatiently tapping thu deck with one foot
 As soon as he approached she ad dressed him eagerly.
 "Oh, Captain Phinney! It seem that am trying to transcend your au Jhority. I'm sorry. But I'm so an2 ious to be taken over to the Clare mont landing that never though there might be any special formalitie to be observed
 Why, l suppose it's all right h returned uneasily. You have a-er- permit from MT Willard, O course-?'
 She drew swiftly back with a lith movement
 Permit" she exclaimed uncomprC hendingly. Toms fears were realized she had none, and he groaned inward ly-"I don't understand
 He all at once felt as unhappy a Mercer looked Wheeling upon tha gentleman, he snapped in an unde tone: Beat it." and the first office and the two sailors vanished with al tonishing agility.
 You sec once mora addressing tn girl, tits this way: East thing Nj Willard told me befori he went dowl town himself was that nobody was come aboard or go ashore without hi express consent. Mir Brownlow Il sTucted me to the same effect. Nov if you haven't something to show thr it's all right, you see what a fix yo are placing me in, don't you?"
 The girl strengthened, and Toi could feel the angry glance that sweI him. He looked helplessly of towaI the landing. conspicuous under th blaze of electric bulbs. with fail hope that Max Willard would appe' and end the situation; but there w' no sign of him.
 Captain Phinney"-her tones wei now biting-"am ! to understand thi you will not allow me to go to-i ashore simply because I haven't scrap of paper from person who h no control whatever over my nov ments? It's too absurd You a downright insulting to demand such thing when you have my word that Is perfectly proper for me to go"
 Tom squirmed miserably.
 Maybe l didn't express myself vel we'll" he began
 "YG. did not, indeedl" she indi nantly agreed "It's highly importa but I'll not trouble to explain. want to be taken over to the landil at once"
 The unfortunate slippers prediC ment as they say in newspapers, "ci be better imagined than described During a silence that seemed agelor his mind remained an utter blank; was sensible of a numbness steali over him, and of a most outlandish sire to swear To tell the truth. he nearly let slip shaft of heated pl fanity that his tongue was at la looseEed.
 Della" he pleaded in desperate S'listen to me a moment. On shipboa orders are orders, and they are mea