Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-16

insolence, grooming-what? Even the ! stiff Van Ploon seemed smooth of bearing tonight!
 They still were standing in the hall. and the front door opened. Brought you a prodigal." hailed | Uncle Jim, slipping his latchkey in his pocket as he held the door open for the proGigal in question
 Gail was watching the doorway. Someone outside was vigorously stamping his feet The prodigal came in, and proved to be Allison, buoyant of step. sparkling of eye, firm of jaw, and ruddy from the night wind Smil- ing with the sureness of welcome, he came eagerly up to Gail, and took her hand, retaining it until she felt com pelled to withdraw it, recognizing again that thrill. The barest trace of a flush came into her cheeks, and paIed again.
 
 Gail changed her garments and let down her waving hair and, disdaining the help of her maid, performed all the little nightly duties, to the putting away of her clothing. Then. in a per fectly neat and orderly boudoir, she sat down to take herself seriously in ] hand.
 There was knock at the door and, on invitation, the tall and stately Mrs. Helen Davies came in, frilled ana ruff fled for the night. She found the dainty, little guest boudoir in green tinted dimness. Gail had turned down all the lights in the room except the green lamps under the canopy, and she sat on the divan. with her brown hair rippling about her shoulders. her knees clasped in her arms, and her dainty little boudoir slippers peeping from her flowing pink negligee. while the dim green light, suited to her pres ent reflections, only enhanced the clear pink of her complexion. Mrs. Davies moved over to tEe other side of Gail, where she could surround her. and laid the brown head on her shoulder.
 Gail. whose quick intelligence no movement escaped, lay comfortably on Aunt Helen's shoulder. and a clear laugh rippled out. She could not see the smile Of satisfaction and relief with which Aunt Helen Davies re- ceived that laugh.
 My dear" l am quite well pleased with you," she said. You have bril- liant future before you"
 Calls eyelids closed; the long, brown lashes curved down on her cheeks, revealing just sparkle of brightness, while the mischievous little smile twitched at the corners of her lips.
 If you were an ordinary girl, would urge you, tonight, to make a selection among the exceptionally ex- cellent matrimonial material of which you have choice, but, with your ex- traordinary talents and beauty, my ad- vice is just to the contrary. You should delay until you have had wider opportunity for judgment. You have not as yet shown any marked preference, I hope"
 Calls quite unreasoning impulse was to giggle, but she clothed her voice demurely
 No, Aunt Helen"
 You are remarkably wise," compli- mented Aunt Helen, bit of apprecia- ton which quite checked Calls i'm pulse to giggle Tn the meantime, it is just as well to study your opportu- mites. Of course there's Dick Rodley, whom no one considers seriously, and Willis Cunningham, whose one and only drawback is such questionable health that he might consistently in- terfere with your social activities. Houston Van Ploon. am frank to say. is the most eligible of all, and to have attracted his attention is a distinct tri- umph. Mir. Allison, while rather ad yanced in years-"
 ''Please!" cried Gail. You'd think I was horse"
 q know just how you feel" stated Aunt Helen. entirely unrufled; but you have your future to consider, and l wish to invite your confidence" and in her voice there was the quaver of much concern.
 Thank you. Aunt Helen" said Gail. realizing the sincerity of the older woman's intentions, and, putting her arms around Mrs. Davies neck, she kissed her. Tt is dear of you to take so much interest"
 q think it's pride confessed Mrs Davies, naively. q won't keep you up e minute longer, Gail. Go to bed, and get all the sleep you can. Only sleep will keep those roses in your cheeks Goodnight" and with parting caress she went to her own room. with a sense Of a duty well performed.
 Gail smiled retrospectively, and tried the blue light under the canopy lamp, but turned it out immediately. The green gave a much better effect of moonlight on the floor.
 She called herself back out of the mists of her previous thought. Who was, this Gail, and what was she? There had come a new need in her. a new awakening. Something seemed