Bisbee daily review., 1915-04-04

The real George Everett got out of
 his limousine on the corner of Wander. bllt avenue and hurried through the
 revolving doors; brisk. debonair, alert. decided; with that happy style which | denies foppery and avoids surveillance.
 lt seemed strange that be should have a photograph in his hand at which he l looked intenty until he got in the con | course. There be stopped and. with the ! picture still in bis hand. commenced | watching the faces of the people ! thronging through the gates under the vast dome. As he waited be drowned | slightly. Why had John Dorr sent him during business hours on a wild | goose chaser He thought of thls ar. | dculately and then smiled to himself. "A wild gooseF' he muttered. It brought up darkling sunset vistas. lakes smooth as quicksilver under the evening sky. and slim, gray, beautiful | birds homing downward The frown left his forehead
 After all it will toe good to see some ! body from out of doors," he said to himself
 Half an hour later he discovered that he had irretrlevably missed the ar- ! rival of the Chicago express and with ! it Ruth Gallon. He went back Into his car and drove to his office. Once ! there he called bis head clerk, an an. cient and fragile man. as crisp and bloodless as the money that passes on Wall street. and told him to see at what hotel Miss Ruth Gallon was stop ping. Then be wired John Dorr: III Broadway, New York John Dorr. Master Key" Mine. Silent
 Valley Cal:
 Could not find Miss Gallon at train. Am seeking for her. as lt Is important that l the business be settled immediately. Wire any possible address.
 GEORGE EVERETT
 Far out on Broadway. above the eighties. an operator was ticking off another message addressed to Harry Wilkerson. It read:
 % A West Eignty-fourth St., New York. Harry WiIkerson. Master Key AIne via
 Vale Vista, Cal:
 Everything all right George met Ruth. She is now with me and waiting further particulars. Have seen Everett under guise of prospective purchaser ot stock The girl is charming.
 JEAN DARNELL
 Some houses, like some people, should never be nlumined with sunshine, and Mrs. Darnel's residence, overlooking the Hudson. was of this type. Its dull. red stone front. marked by windows that seemed blind to all that went by, was not distinctive in that neighbor hood. A thousand doors within a mile would have suggested to the passerby nothing more nor less than the great oak portals within which she lived. To Ruth Gallon, of course. the house seemed tremendously formal and state ly. Within she found an atmosphere so absolutely strange and alien 10 an she had ever known that she shranE within herself and had nothing to say until she had been conducted to her own room on the third floor and a dis. erect maid was busy unpacking her things. Ruth felt that society had Rl. ready laid Its restrictions on her. She recognized the maid as the gown and hat' policeman.
 This silent. but exceedingly obtrusive parsonage having retired at last. Ruth studied her surroundings When she had completed her survey she thought 10 herself that there were two things wanting. One was a silk haired Per sian cat and the other a flaming color | ed scarf across the bed that completed | the altogether of an apartment severe l ly luxurious. Then she tried to ana l lyze the odor delicate yet insistent. | which she was ever afterward to asso- ciate with Jean Darnell and her expe. ! rience in New York
 Al last she traced it to some pauid | flowers in the great green and dark red rase. whose unwholesome beauty was that of plants whose roots have never been in good, sound soil They looked to her much like lilies. whose pads had hoated on some dark and opalescent pool. viscid with Odors Of the night She was still staring at these and snitiing their scent through widened nostrils when Mrs. Darnen knocked on the door and entered slowly. She had her street gown for a negligee. which instantly caught the girls ap- preciative eye.
 "You look beautiful" she said quick ly. Jean Darnell turned her tawny eyes on her and smiled faintly.
 "i am not usually up until noon," she "and-I am getting old, my dear" She threw out her jeweled hands with a sparkling gesture of half comic resignation. Ruth laughed
 John DOrr says everybody gets old in New York. Don't you like himT
 Mrs. Darnen looked into the clear eyes of the girl and almost failed to follow her baser instinct But at that loose throat she saw the heavy gold Of 'The Master Key" As if it had su- pernatural powers the sight of that key locked the door of her heart "Of course 1 like John," she said easily. we must get everything fixed up now. George will be here-Ge eorge Everett. Df course. 1 mean-tOnight. and you and be can talk the business over"
 "YOu know, we simply must have he money" Ruth returned earnestly. The mine isn't paying now. but John knows where we can hnd the mother ode again; then we'll all be rich" "Ah" said Jean Darnell You're ceiling stock. 1 DresumeT'