Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-06
CHAPTER XVI.
The Greed of Gall.

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 Who was that tall, severely correct gentleman waiting at the station, with a bunch of violets in his hand. and the light in his countenance which was never on seq or land? It was Gerald Fosland, and he astonished all be- holders by his extraordinary conduct. As the beautiful Arly stepped through the gates. he advanced with sn en- tirely unrepressed smile, springing from the balls of his feet with buoy ancy too active to be quite in good form. He took Arly's hand in his, but he did not bend over 1t with his cu5- tomary courteous gsllantry. Instead, he drew her slightly towards him, with firm and deliberate movement. and, bending his head sidewise under the brim of her hat, kissed her; kissed her on the lips!
 Immediately thereafter he gave q dignihed welcome to Gail, and with Arly's arm elutched tightly in his own, he then disappeared. AS they walked rapidly away, Arly looked up ct hiTn in bewiidermeEt; then she suddenly hugged herself closer to him with q Jerk. As they vent out through tho carriage entrance, she skipped.
 1t was good to see Allison, biz, strong, forceful, typical of the city and its mighty deeds. His eye had lighted with something mere than pleasure as ! Gail stepped oui through the gates Of the station; something eo infinitely more than pleasars thst her eyes dropped. and her haad tTembied as she felt that same old warm thrill of his clasp. lie was 80 overwhelming in his physical dominance. He took irn- mediate possession of her, standing by while she greeted her uncle and aunt and other friends, and bsamins with 1ustihably proud rropTietcTshir. Gail had laughed as sLe recognized that attitude. Allison was really c big man. one born to command. to sway things, to move and shift and re- arrange great forces; and that. of course, was his manner in everything. She flushed each time she looked in his direction; for he never removed his gaze from her; bold, confident. su- preme. When a man like that is kind and gentle and considerste, when he is tender and thoughtful and full of devotion, he is big man indeedl
 Rev. Smith Boyd was at the steps of the Sargent house to greet her, and her heart leaped as she recognized another of the dear familiar faces. This was her world. after all not that world of her childhood How differ ent the rector looked; or was 1t that she had needed to go away in order to judge her friends anew? His eyes were different; deeper. steadier and more penetrating into her own; and. yes. bolder. She was forced to look away from them for a moment. There seemed a warm eagerness in his greet ing, as if everything in him were draw ing her to him.
 With rapidity which was a marvel to all her girl friends, Gail had slipped upstairs and into a creamy lace eve ming frock without having been missed and she was in this acutely harmonious setting when Rev. Smith Boyd called. with his beautiful mother on his arm. The beautiful mother was in an exceptional furry of delight to see Gail, and kissed that charming young lady with 'clinging warmth. The rector's eyes were even more strik- ingly changed than they had been when he had first met her on the steps, as they looked on Gail in her creamy lace, and after she had read that new intense look in his eyes for the second time that evening, she hur- ried away. with the license of a busy hostess. and cooled her face ai an