Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-05

, rleS into her own dressing room, Wlth a backward glance to make sure that Gail is staring, with softened brown eyes. down into her chocolate box, and seeing there amid the confections, the laughing. swirling skaters in Mrs. Matson's glistening ballroom. There were some who would net be at that ball-Allison. and Rev. Smith Boyd, and-Arlene has plenty of time to write her formally dutiful letter with out disturbance.
 Gail has letters, too, as the days wear on. She scarcely has time for them amid all the impromptu gayeties. but she does find a chance to read them; some of them twice. If shed only come back. That was the tenor of all her letters; if she'd only come back, Bless their hearts, she loved them; and yes, she loaged for them, even here in the happy, sheltering en- virorment of her own dear home and friendsi There were still other let ters: confidently friendly one from Allison, who sent her regularly candy and flowers on alternate days; a substantial one from Houston Van Ploon; a thoughtful one from Willis Cunningham; a forid one from Dick Rodley; nice little notes, calculated to relieve her embarrassment, from all her slaves" except the missing count, and a discussion from the Rev. Smith af 4hAcn xr-ht oh she read more than once; for it was quite worth it.
 There was an impromptu party at Calls house, jolly affair. indeed. All her old steadfast friends, you know, who were quite sufficient 10 fill her life; and this was the night of tie gay little Mrs. Babbitt.s affair in New York. How much better than those great, giittering social pageahts was simple, wholesome little ball like this with all her dear girl chums, in their pretty little Paris model frocKs, and all the boys, in their shiny white fronts. No one had changed. and she quite felt, except for the presence of Arly. that she had fallen back into her old familiar life. Why, it seemed as if she had been home for ages and agesi
 At the end of the Sargent ballroom. where Calls sedate but hospitable mother always sat until the Home. Sweet Home" dance was ended, were the same dear, familiar palms, which Marty, the florist, always sent to ev- erybody's house to augment the home collection. The gorgeous big one had a leaf gone, but it was sprouting two others.
 Tremendously gay affair. Every body was delighted, and said so; and they laughed and danced and strolled and ate ices. and said jolly nothings. and knew, justifiably. that they were nice and clever and happy young people: and Arly Fosland. with any number of young men wondering how old her husband was, danced consci- cautiously, and smiled immediately when anyone looked at her. Gail also was dancing conscientiously. and hay ing a perfectly happy evening. At about this hour there would be some thing near four hundred people in the ballroom and the drawing rooms and the conservatory of Mrs. Babbitt's.
 She was whirling near the balcony windows with a tall young friend who breathed, when there was an exclama- tion from a group of girls at the win dow. Vivian Jennings turned. She was a girl with the sort of eyes which, in one sweep, can find the only four leafed clover in a 40-foot field.
 Gail" she cried, almost dancing. "Gaill Do come and see it."
 Gail did not desert her partner; she merely started over to the window with one hand trailing behind her as an indication to follow, and immedi- ately, without looking around, she called:
 'Arlyi Where's Arly?"
 What she saw was this. A rich, brown limousine, in which the dome Eghf hricbflt- hnr,i,o had 1Yarrr,