Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-11

AfrS. Helen Davies tOucheu all or neI fingertips together in front of her on the library table. ana beamed or Grace. .
 Don't worry about Gail," she smil ingly advised She is driving with Edward E. Allison. He is the richest bachelor in New York, though not SO cially prominent. No one has ever been able to interest him. I predict for Gail a brilliant future" and she moved over contentedly to her favor. ite contrast with Minerva
 Gail would attract anyone" re. turned Mrs. Sargent complacently, and then a little crease came in her brow. q wonder where she met him."
 At the vestry meeting, Lucille said.'
 "Oh.p and Mrs. Sargent's brow cleared instantly. "Jim introduced them. I wonder where Jim is?"
 The door opened, and Jim Sargent came in. wiping the snow from his stubby mustache before he distributed his customary hearty greetings to the family.
 Where's Gail?" he wanted to know. Out driving with Edward E. Ali son." answered both ladies.
 'Still?" inquired Jim Sargent, and then he laughed. She's a clever girl. Smart as a whipi She nearly started riot in the vestry"
 Was Willis Cunningham there? in o,,fvaI NI,e na.;1c ;,t
 Took me in a corner after the meet ing. and told me that Gail bore re- markable resemblance to the Fratelli Madonna. and might he call"
 The telephone bell rang. and Sar- gent, who could not train himself to wait for servant to sift the mes sages, answered it immediately, with his characteristic explosive-first-syl- labled:
 "Hello.".
 "Oh, it's you, Uncle Jim," called a buoyant voice. MT. Allison and Ihave found the most enchanting roadhouse in the world, and we're going to take dinner here It's all right. isn't it?" Certainly" he reEiied. equally buoy ant. Enjoy yourself. Chubsy," and he hung up the receiver.
 What is it?" asked Mrs. Davies, in a tone distinctly chill. She had a pre- monition that Jim Sargent had done something foolish. He seemed so pleased
 Gail won't be home," he announced carelessly, starting for the stairs She's dining with Allison at some roadhouse."
 "Unchaperoned." gasped Mrs. Da- vies.
 She's all right, Helen" remarked Jim. starting upstairs. "Allison's a fine fellow"
 But what will he think of Gaill" protested Helen. That sort of un- conventionality has gone clear out. Jim, you'll have to get back that num- ber,"
 Sorry regretted Jim. Cant do it. Against the telephone rules" and he went upstairs. positively humming.
 The two ladies looked at each other, and sat down in the valley of the shadows of gloom. There was noth- ing to be donei
 It was not until nine o'clock that they expressed their worry again. At that hour Ted and Lucille Teasdale and Arly Fosland came in with the exuber- ance of aiNew Years eve celebration.
 Its great sIeighiHg tonight" stated Luciles husband, who was thin 'waisted young man, with splendid natural gift for dancing.
 "All that's missing is the bells" chat tered the black-haired Arly, breaking straight for her favorite big couch in the library. "The only way to have any speed in an auto is to go sidewise."
 Were to get up skidding match, so can bet on our chauffeur" laughed Lucille, fiuffing her blonde ringlets be- fore the big mirror in the hall. We slid a complete circle coming down through the park, and never lost a rev olution,"
 I've been thinking it must be bad driving" fretted Mrs. Sargent. Gail should be home by now,"
 "Allison's a safe driver" comforted Ted, who liked to see everybody happy.
 Jim Sargent came to the door of the study, in which he was closeted with Rev. Smith Boyd. Jim was prac- ticalIy the young rector's business guardian.
 Hello, folks" he nodded. Gall home?"
 Not yet" responded Mrs. Sargent, in whose brow the creases were be- coming fixed.
 Its hardly time" estimated Jim, and went back into the study.
 I'm terribly vexed." confided Lu- cile, stopping behind Teds chair, and idly tickling the back of his neck. 'I thought it would be such brilliant scheme to give a winter weekend party. but Mrs. Acton is going to give one at her country place"
 Before or after?" demanded Mrs. Davies, with whom this was a point of the utmost importance.
 "A week after," answered Lucille, "but her invitations are out I wish