Bisbee daily review., 1914-07-08


 'That you. GeorceW Violet pnm do- mnndod with vivaciiy
 Reluctantly he stopped ond in O throaty monosyllablo admitted his iden- tty.'
 "Dld be fan for lt7"
 "All over himself Honest. VI, it was scream to watch his eyes pop. You could've clubbed 'em outa bis bean without touchin' bis beak. I most died"
 Miss Prim giggled appreciatlvely.
 You're a wonder, George" she ap- plaudcd. "1t takes you to think lem out"
 "Ah, don't know" returned her ad. mirer with becoming modesty.
 Hes gone on her, an right ain't he7"
 "Crazy about herw
 "Think hen make a play for her nowT
 "You never can tell about P. 8. He's a queer little gink."
 Footsteps became audible on the stairs ! below.
 "Wen, SO long. See you at dinner" ] George added in haste With determi- nation, and a heavy tread, he went on ! to his room.
 ! When be had shaved with particular care) and changed bis linen Ctrimming ! collar and cunfs to a degree of uncom- mon nicety) and resumed bis coat ! Cbrushing and hating 1t simultaneously and with esual ferocity for its very 1 shabbiness), ?. Sybarite sought out a pipe old and dlsreputable enough to ! be a comfort to any man and sat down ! by the one window of his room top floor hall, back to smoke and consider | the state of the universe while await. ing the dinner gong. | The window commanded an elevat- ed. # nonexlilarating. view cf back yards, one and al dans. dismal and ! Uttered with the debris of a long, hard winter.
 Familiarity. however, had rendered ! ?. Sybarite immune to the u1iasma cf melancholy they exhaled. Ths trouble in his patient blue cyos, the wrinkles that lined his forehead, owned another cause.
 In fact. George had vr--ght ucra disasrously upon hls temper than P. Sybarite had let him zee. Perhaps it wns true. Perhaps George had Eues8- ed shrewdly. Perhaps Nelly Lessing of the glove counter really was one and the same with Marian ElessingtOn of the fabulous fortune.
 old Brian Shaynon was a known devil of Infinite astuteness. It would be quite consistent with his character and past performances if, despalrinR of gaining control of his wards mon ey by urging her into unwelcome mat rimony with his son. he had contrived 1 to overeach her in some manner and SO driven her to become self support. ing.
 Perhaps hardly likely, the hypoth. esis was none the less quite plausible. A thing bad happened within r. syba. rites knowledge of Brian Shaynon.
 Even if Georges romance were only true in part, these were wretched cir cumstances for a girl of gentle birth and rearing to adopt l It was really a shocking boarding Ehouse. P. Sybarlte had known 1t in- tmately for ten years. Use had made him callous to its shortcomings.
 He could remember most t'vividly how he had loathed it for weeks, months and years after the tide of evil for. tunes had cast him up on It's crum. bling brownstone stoop (even in that distant day. crumblingl. For an entire decade he had occupied the same chair at the same table ir the basement dining room. feasdng or beef mutton, fowl. Irish stew, han and beans, zeal, pork or just hash according to the designated day Of the | week.
 The very room in which be sat wal somehow dear to him. Upon 1t h, wasted a sentiment in a way akin tC that with which one regards the grave of a beloved friend. It was, in fact the tomb of his own youth. In this narrow room his very self had been exdnguished. A man had degen erated into a machine. Everything that caught his eye bore mute wit ness to this truth He was no lonely victim. In hii term he had seen many another com' in hope, finger in disappointment leavt only to go to a meaner cell in the sam stratum of misfortune. Was this radiant spirit of youth an, gentle loveliness (who might, for al one knew to the contrary, be Marian Blessington, after alp to be sunere, to become one Of that disconsolat crew.
 What could be done to prevent it2 | Nothing that the wits of P, Sybarit
 could compass. He was as inehicien
 as any gnat in any web.