Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-07


 Even in church." he chuckled. 'You delivered a reckless shock to Rev. Smith Boyd's vestry."
 "Well?" she demanded. Didn't he ask my opinion?"
 "I don't think he'll make the mis- take again." and Allison took the cor ner into the avenue at 2 speed which made Gail, unused to bare inches oi leeway, class Allison as a demon driver. The tall traffic policeman around whose upraised arm they had circled smiled a frank tribute to her beauty, and she felt relieved. She had cherished some feeling that they should be arrested.
 However, even a church must dis. cuss money" went on Allison. as II he had just decided a problem to which he had given weighty thought
 Fifty millions isn't mere money. retorted Gail; its criminal wealth. II no man can make a million dollars honestly, how can church?"
 Allison swerved out into the center of the avenue and passed a red limou- sine before he answered. He had no ticed that everybody in the street stared into his car, and it fattered him immensely to have so pretty girl with him.
 "The wealth of Market SquarS church is natural and normal" he explained Tt arises partly from the increase in value of property which was donated when practically worth less. Judicious investment is respon sible for the balance"
 "Oh, botheri" and Gail glanced al him impatiently. Your natural i'm pulse is to defend wealth because it is wealth; but you know that Market Square church never should have had a surplus to invest The money should have been spent in charity. Why are they saving it?"
 Allison began to feel the same re spect for Calls mental processes which he would for a mans, though, when he looked at her with this thought in mind, she was so thor oughly feminine that she puzzled him more than ever.
 !, Market Square church has an am. bition worthy of its vestry," he in formed her, bringing his runabout to rest, with swift glide, just an accu. rate three inches behind the taxi in front of them. When it has fifty mil lion dollars it proposes to start build. ing the most magnificent cathedral on American soil"
 "Why?" she pondered. will fifty million dollar cathedral save souls in proportion to the amount of money in. yested?"
 Allison enjoyed that query thor oughly. IT.
 You must ask Rev. Smith Boyd" he chuckled. You talk like hea- theni"
 "Oh, no," returned Gail gravely, and with new tone. ''I pray every morn ing and every night. and God hears me" The note of reverence in her voice was thing to which Allison gave instant respect. q have no quarrel with religion. Why, Mir Ali son, I love the church" Her eyes were glowing, the same eyes which had closed in satirical mischief. Now they were rapt What stunning coIlie," she suddenly exclaimed.
 Allison. who had followed her with admiring attention. his mind accom- panying hers in eager leaps. laughed in relief. After all. she was a girl and what grill The collaboration of the drive, and of the snow beating in her face, and of the animated conver- sation, had set the clear skin of her face aglow with color. Her deep red lips, exquisitely curved and half part ed, displayed a row of dazzling white teeth, and the elbow which touched his was magnetic. Allison refused to believe that he was forty-five!
 You're fond of collies." he guessed. surprised to find himself with an ca ger interest in the likes and dislikes of a young girl It was a new expert ence.
 q adore them," she enthusiastically declared Back home, I have one of every marking but pure white
 There was something tender and wistful in the tone of that back home" No doubt she had hosts of friends and admirers there, possibly a favored suitor. It was quite likely. A girl such as Gail Sargent could hardly escape it. If there was a fa- vored suitor Allison rather pitied him, for Gail was in the city of strong men. Busy with an entirely new and strange group of thoughts, Allison turned into the park. and Gail uttered an excla- nation of delight as the fresh. keen air whipped in her face. The snow was like filmy white veil against the bare trees. and enough of it had clung, by now. to outline, with silver point ing, the lacework of branches. On the turf. still green from the open win ter. it lay in thin white patches. and squirrels, clad in their sleek winter garments, were already scampering to their beds. crossing the busy drive with the adroitness of accomplished metropolitan pedestrians. their bushy