Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-04

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 tried to speak lightly. to reassure her.
 Don't be unhappy about that" said. "A nice. safe iail. where one may sleep and eat and eak and sleep oh. shall be very comfortable. And 1T you wish to make me exceedingly happy you will see that they let me have a razor"
 But to my surprise she buried her face in her arms I could not believe at first that she was crying. The pos iceman had wandered across to the other rail and stood looking out at the city lights. his bnck to US. I put my hand out to touch her soft hair. then drew it back. | could not tnke advantage of her sympathy. of the hysterical excitement of that last night on the Ella. put my hands in my pockets and held them there. clinched lest, in spite of my will I reach out to take her in my arms.
 CHAPTER XII.
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 IND now come with some hesi- A tation to the trial-hesitauon A because l relied on McWhir- - ter to keep record And McWhirter, from bis notes. appears to have been carried away at times by excitement. and either jotted down rows of unintelllgible words or wait ed until evening and made up his notes, like a womans expense account, from a memory never noticeable for accu- racy.
 At dawn. the morning after we an chored. Charlie Jones reused me, grin hing
 Friend of yours over the rail- Les lie" he said Wants to take you ashore"
 knew no one in Philadelphia ex- cept the chap who had taken me yachting once. and l felt pretty cer- tain that he would not associate Les lie the football player with Leslie the sailor on the Ella. went reluctant ly to the rail and looked down. Be low me, just visible in the river mist of the early morning. was small boat. from which two men were look ing up. One was McWhirter!
 Hello. old top!" he cried. "Or Is it you behind that beard|
 Its l. ali right, Mac,' I said. some what huskily What with seeing him again. his kindly face behind its glasses. the cheerful faith in me which was his contribution to our friend ship-even the way he shook his own hand in default of mine-my throat ughtened. Here after all, was home and a friend
 He looked up at the rail and mo toned to a rope that hung there.
 'Get your stuff and come with us fol breakfast" he said You look as fl you hadn't eaten since you left"
 "Im afraid 1 can't, Mac"
 They're not going to hold you, ar' they?'
 For a day or so, yes" Macs reply to this was a violen resume of the ancestry and presen lost condition of the Philadelphia DO lice. ending with a request that | stump over and let them go to tn, place he had just designated as theil | abiding place in eternity. On an ofi | Cer louuging to the rail and looking down, however. he subsided into low muttering.
 The story Of how McWhirter hap pened to be floating on the bosom O 1 the Delay ware river before 8 o'clock il | the morning was a long one It wa months before got it in full, Briefly going home from the theater fin Ney York the night before, he bad bough | an extra" which had contained brief account of the Elias return. Fl seemed to have gone into frenzy O excitement at once He borrowed small car and assembled in it in vii, confusion one suit of clothes for mo his own and much too small. one ny ] pOdermic ease, am armful of newspa pers with red scare heads, a bottle O brandy. a bottle of digitalis, one DC lice card and one excited young law yer of the same vintage in law tha Mae and 1 were in medicine. At th last moment, fearful that the polio
 might not know who l was, he ha flung in scrap book fin which he hal pasted-with a glue that was to mak his fortune-records of my exploits O the football field
 A dozen miles from Philadelphia tn little machine had turned over on curve. knocking an tine law and mos of the enthusiasm out of Walters, th legal gentleman. and smashing th brandy bottle McWhirter had picke himself up. kicked viciously at the ca and. gathering up his impediment had made the rest of the journey foot and street car.
 His wrath at finding me a prisone was unbOunded His scorn at Wa ters. the attorney, for not confounC ing the police with law enough to ire me was furious and contemptuoul He picked up the oars in sullen 8 lenee and. leaning on them, called loud and defiant farewell for the bent : Gt of the officer.
 "kll right he said. "An hour C s5 won't make much difference. Bt youll be free today. ali right, a
 ieht And don't let them blum yol