Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-23

were more clever people among them; that was it There had been wider range from which to pick, which was why, in New York. there were so many circles, and circles within circles.
 The men whom Lucille and Arly had collected were an especial joy. They had all the accomplished outward sym bols of fervor without any of it's op- pressive insistence. Gail, as an agree able duty to her new found self, ex- perimented with several of them, and found them most amusing and pleas ant, but nothing more disturbing.
 Dick Rodley was the most persist ent, and, in spite of the fact that he was so fiawlessly handsome as to ex- cite ridicule, Gail found herself, by and by, defending him against her own iconoclastic sense of humor. He reached her after the minstrel show, while Houston Van Ploon and Willis Cunningham were still struggling pro- fanely with their burnt cork, and he stole her from under the very eyes of Jack Lariby, while that smitten youth was exchanging wit. at a tremendous loss, with caustic Arly Fosland.
 Have you seen the new century plant in the conservatory? Dick asked, beaming down at her, his black eyes glowing like coals.
 He strolled with Gail to the seat be- hind the rose screen, but it was fully engaged. and he led the way out to- ward the geranium alcove.
 Where is the century plant?" He was a tremendously pleasant fellow. When she walked through a crowded room with Dick, she knew, from the looks of admiration, just what people were saying: that they were an ex- traordinary handsome couple.
 There is no century plant" he shamelessly confessed.
 '1 knew it." and she laughed.
 q don't mind admitting that it was point-blank lie," he cheerfully told her. q wanted to get you cut here alone, all to myself" and his voice went down two tones. He did it So prettilyl
 My happy, happy childhood days" laughed Gail Tine boys used to talk that way on the way home from school"
 T don't doubt it." and Dick smiled appreciatively. "The dullest sort of boy would find himself saying nice things to you; but shall stop it."
 'Oh, please don't a begged Gail. You are so delightfu. at it."
 He bounced on a corner half hidden by tub of ferns. There was no bench there, but it was at least semi-isolated, and he leaned gracefully against the window ledge, looking down at her earnestly as she stood, slelderly out lined against the green of the ferns. in her gown of delicate blue sparkling with opalescent flakes.
 That's just the trouble" he com plained. T don't wish you to be aware that am saying what you call pretty things. I wish, instead, to be effective" and there was a roughness in his voice which had come for the first time. She was trifie startled by 1t, and she lowered her eyes before the steady gaze which he poured down on her Why, he was in earnest!
 'Then take me to Lucile," she smiled up at him, and strollod in to- ward the ballroom.
 Willis Cunningham met them at the door.
 You promised me the first dance" he breathlessly informed Gail. He had been walking rapidly.
 I've the second one. remember, Gail" Dick reminded her, as 'he glanced around the ballroom for his own partner, but Gail distinctly felt his eyes following her as she walked away with Cunningham.
 'I know now of what your profile reminds me-" Cunningham told her; the Charmeaux Praying Nymph.' It is the most spiritually beautiful of all the pictures in the Louvre"
 q wonder which is the stronger emotion in me just now" she re