Bisbee daily review., 1915-06-24

Gradually it became impressed upon me that my exservant had somehow gained knowledge that ! was in Lon don, that he had watched my exit from the club and that all his piuful story regarding Arm.Ca was false He was the envoy Of my unknown enemies, who had SO ingcni1usly and SO reient- lessly plotted my destruction My un- known enemies had secured the serv- fees of Oliu,o in their dGstardly plot Co Eiii me With what motive?
 That day ] did my business in the city with a listrust of everyone. not knowing whether was not followed or whether hose who sought my life were not plotting some other equally ingenious move whereby l might go iuuOccntly Co my death l endCayored Co discover Olinto by every possible means during thoEe stia.ng days that followed. The heat of London was. to me. more oppressive than the fiery sunshine of the old-world Tuscany. and everyone who could be out of town had left for the country or the sea.
 Defeated in every inquiry, and my business at last concluded in London. ] went up to Dum.ries on a duty visit which ] paid annually to my uncle, Sir George Little Each time ] returned from abroad ] was always a welcome guest at Greenlaw, and this occasion proved no exception. for the country houses Of Dumtries are always gay in August in prospect Of the shooting
 Some new people have taken Ran noch castle. Rather nice they seem, remarked my aunt as we were sitting together at luncheon the day after my arrival Their name is Leithcourt and they've asked me to drive you over there 10 tennis this afternoon"
 I'm not much or a player, you know, aunt. In Italy We don't believe in ath- lcucs. But if it's out of politeness, of course, m go."
 Very we'll" she said. Then I'll or der the victoria for three"
 "There are several nice girls there, Gordon remarked my uncle mis- chievously. "Ycu have a good time. SO don't think you are going to be bored. %
 No fear of that" was my answer. And ct three o'clock Sir George, his wife. and myself set out for that fine old historic castle that stands high on the B0guie. When We drove into the gr3u1ds ve found a gay party in sum ner toilettes assembled on the ancient bowling green now transformed into a modern tennis lawn
 Mrs LeithCcurt and her husband. a tall, thin, Eray-headod man. both came forward to greet us. They were a merry crowd. The Leithcourts were entertaining a large house party, and their hospitality was on a scale quite in keeping with the fine old place they rented.
 Tea was served on the lawn by the footmen, and tired of the game, ] found myself with Muriel Leithcourt, a bright. dark-eyed girl with tightly bound hair. and wearing cotton blouse and flannel tennis skirt
 'I know Italy slightly" she said. T was in Florence and Naples with moth CT last season"
 And then we began to discuss pie lures and sculptures and the sights of Italy generally l discerned from her remarks that she had travelled wide ly; indeed, she told me that both her father and mother were never happier than when moving from place 10 place iu search of variety and distraction. We had entered the huge paneled hall of the castle, and had passed up the quaint old stone staircase to the long banqueting hall with it's paneled oak ceiling lt was uleasant lounging