Bisbee daily review., 1915-04-11

orders and directions to the still stupe- fled Scnmicks. chief among which was an indexible command to keep the gates locked against all corners
 Suddenly as ] sat there ruminating l became acutely aware of something white on the ledge of the topmost win. dow in the eastern tower. Even as 1 fixed my gaze upon it something else transpired. cloud of soft. wavy, luxurious brown hair eclipsed the mar row white strip and hung with spread ing splendor over the easement ledge plainly. indubitably to dry in the sun.
 My neighbor had washed her hairl
 And it was really a most wonderful head Of hair. | can't remember ever having seen anything like it except in the advertisements
 What a glorious. appealing, sensuous thing a crown Of hair-hut just then Mir. Poopendyke came to my window. May ] interrupt you for moment. Mir SmartT" he inquired. as he squint- cd at me through his ugly bone trimmed glasses.
 Come here. Poopendyke" [ com manded in low, excited tones. He hesi- tated You won't fall off," 1 said sharply
 Although the window is at least nine feet higb. POopendyks stopped as he same through. He always does it, no matter how tall the door It is a life long habit with him Have 1 men. hoDed that my worthy secretary is six feet four and as thin as a reed? re- member speaking of his knees. He is also bachelor.
 Ut is dreadful distance down there," he murmured fattening him. self against the wall and closing his eyes.
 A pair of slim white hands at that instant indolently readjusted the thick mass of hair and quite as casually dis appeared. 1 failed to hear Mir. Poopen- dykes remark.
 "I think, sir" he proceeded, "it would be a very good idea to get some ! Of our correspondence or OUT hands. A great deal Of it has accumulated in | the past few weeks. l wish to say that | am quite ready to attend to it when ever"-
 "Time enough for letters" said I. still staring
 "First of all. we must have a lad der" l went on. Have you seen to that?"
 "A ladder?~ be faltered, putting one foot back through the window in a most suggestive way.
 "Oh," said l, remembering, "I haven't told you. have I? Look! Up there, in that window Do you see that?'
 What Is it. sir? A rug?"
 Rug! Great Scott, man. don't you know woman's hair when you see ltY"
 i've never-er-never seen it-you might say-just like that. Is it hair?"
 Tt is. You do see it. don't youY
 How did it get thereT
 Good! Now l know I'm not dream ing. Come! There's no time to be lost We may be able to get uD there before she hears usP'
 instructed old Conrad to have the tallest ladder brought to me fin the courtyard at once.
 There is no such thing about the castle" he announced blandly.
 Where are your sons| ] demanded.
 The old couple held up their hands In great distress.
 Herr BrittOn has them wearing their souls out turning windlass outside the gates-ach. that terrible invention of his," groaned old Conrad. My poor sons are faint with fatigue, mein herr. You should see them perspire and hear them pant for breath"
 Happily a new idea struck me almost at once.
 In a jify half a dozen carpenters were at work constructing a substantial ladder out of scantlings. while 1 stood over them in serene command of the situation
 When the ladder was completed mounted to the top and Deered through the sashless window 1t was quite black and repeling beyond. Instruct ing Britton and the two brothers to fol, low me in turn, clambered over the wide stone sill and lowered myself gin. gery to the floor
 will not take up the time or the space to relate my experiences on this first fruitless visit to the east wing of my abiding place. Suffice to say, we got as far as the top Of fhe stairs in the vast middle corridor after stun bling through series of dim, damp rooms. and then found our way etfec tually blocked by a stout door which was not only locked and boted but bore a most startling udmonition to would be trespassers.
 Pinned 10 one Of the panels there 2 was a dainty bit of white note paper { with these satiric words written acros. It's surface in bold feminine hand: Please keep out. This is private property"
 Most property owners no doubt WoulC have been incensed by this calm ded ance on the part of a squatter' eithel male or female but not l. The very 5 impudence of the usurper appealed tC me What could be more delicious than her serene courage in dispossess { ing me with the stroke of pen of al least two-thirds of my domicile anC what more exciting than the thought