Bisbee daily review., 1914-11-27

l Wnere ls faigc OareWf on 'is mind, SO e as, yet e is a-sleepin' like a 'ealthy hinfant" Another pause.
 "I understand-some time tomorrow night. l was afraid for a while that could not find am opportunity to call 1 you tonight; his coming 'ome SO early and unexpected like, don't y'kuow, and his being that concerned quite took me breath away"
 Barnicle replaced the receiver as 1 noiselessly as he had taken 1t down, and after switching off the lights stole away to regions best known to him self
 l Next morning. bright and early, Ru- dolph Van Vechten was seated at his | gritingtable, while Barnicle, tall l vhite-haired, cadayerous of counte- nance, but extraordinarily efficient moved quickly about his morning tasks, and SO quietly that the young man was not aware of his presence. -
 Van Vechten was compiling a list of his friends and acquaintauces in London, together with such names of ] Paige's friends as he could recall Hav. ing completed this to his satisfaction, he next directed his attention 10 the composition of a cablegram which, he 1 trusted, would elicit news of Paige or l Mrs. Devereaux without occasiOninF too much comment on the part of the recipient.
 It was well after ten o'clock when he finished his labors and departed. The instant the door closed Barnicle left off what he happened to be doing at the time, and stood listening to the footballs growing fainter in the hall Presently he heard his masters voice utter a sharp "Down!" an ensuing clank and chatter of the elevator door, and Barnicle broke into activity again.
 Hastening ovef 10 ltie writing he went deftly through a number of papers. Van Vechten had left sev- eral rough drafts of the cablegram and also one CT two complete, but badly scratched list of names. One each of these Barnicle selected, carefully fold ed and placed in his pocket In the meantime a taxi cab con veyed Van Vechten to the nearest telegraph office, where he filed the following message, directed to each person on his list:
 Have lost my Cousin Paige Carews address. She will not write until she hears from me. Fear she is ill. Can you supply her present address?"
 He left instructions that all replies be delivered at the Powhatan. whither he betook himself to wait.
 Barely had he made himself comfort. able in front of one of the windows overlooking the street. when the hall door again opened He looked round and beheld Tom Phlnney Reserving his greeting until Tom drew nearer he was about to turn away again. but something in Toms appearance and bearing abruptly struck him as being a bit cold. He gave the truant a sharp glance.
 For one thing Tom's noiseless en. trance was in marked contrast to his customary boisterous arrival, a grave and thoughtful cast now sat upon his usually good-humored countenance and he was contemplating Van Vechter with a preoccupied stare which plain II ly took no note of his surroundings.
 Seeming all at once to become aware of the figure over by the window, Tom halted, uttered a faint "Hullo. Buddy then proceeded to a chair beside Van | Vechten's into which he sank delib erately. He sat gazing dreamily into the street, as inert as protoplasm | Van Vechten surveyed him from tune to time, growing more and more | puzzled. as the minutes passed with out sound or movement from his com panion.
 | "Wel?" he dryly broke the silence at last. "lt was an invigorating show CT we had last night"
 A grunt from Tom was the sole re sponse. He didn't even trouble to lool around. Then Van Vechten injected a note Of cheerfulness into his next speech
 "But it has turned delightful today | "uh-huh' from Tom.
 Great scoHl" cried the other i'm patiently Whats the matter wiu you? Are you ill? Or Is 1t money or debts although he knew Tom C, be marvolously healthy animal an, that neither of the other two possibih ties had power to disturb him in th' least
 Tom now slowly revolved his heat and looked at Van Vechten glassily Without replying. he absently fell t' caressing one wrist which appeared tl his companion to be somewhat swol len and bruised. Van Vechten's curl osity mounted.
 Where have you been?" he de manded.
 Tom answered with poorly assume carelessness: "Over at Rocky Cove. Then unconsciously he began cares' ing Che other wrist which also wa Sl discolored and swollen Van Vechte