Bisbee daily review., 1916-01-14

Free as Air." He oayIy Told Her. young man departed With the basket feeling that he had quite capably borne his weight of responsibility.
 Gregory walked in, fat man with no trace of nonsense about him.
 Out for the day, Ed?" he surmised gauging that probability by the gift of the letters.
 "A month or so," amended Allison, rising and surveying the other articles on his desk calculatingly. I'm going to take a vacation"
 Its about time" agreed his eff cient general manager 'I think it's been four years since you stopped to take breath. Going to play little?"
 That's the word and Allison chuckled like a boy.
 q suppose we'll have your address, 5 suggested Gregory.
 No"
 Gregory pondered frowningly. He began to see weight piling up on him and. though he was capable. he loved his flesh.
 About that Shell Beach extension?" he inquired. There's likely to be trou- ble with the village of Waveview. Their local franchises"
 Settle it yourself" directed Allison carelessly, and Gregory stared. Dur ing the long and ardaous course of Al lison's climb, he had built his success on personal attention to detail. Good by" and Allison walked out, lighting a cigar on his way to the door.
 He stopped his runabout in front of stationer's and bought the largest globe they had in stock.
 Address, please?" asked the clerk. pencil poised over delivery slip.
 I'll take it with me-" and Allison helped them secure the clumsy thing in the seat beside him. Then he streaked up the aven1e to the small and severely furnished house where four ebony servants protected him from the world.
 Out of town except to this list" he directed his kinky-haired old butler, and going into the heavy oak library, he closed the door. On the wall, de- pending from the roller case, twas a huge map. broad familiar domain be tween two oceans, and he smiled as his eye fell upon that tiny territory near the Atlantic, which, up to now, he had called a world, because he had mastered it.
 His library phone rang.
 "Mr. Allison?" a woman's voice. Gail Sargent, Mrs. Sargent, Mrs. Davies. or Luclle Teasdale. No other ladies were on his list. The voice was not that of Gail. Are you busy tonight?" Oh. yes, Lucille Teasdale
 Free as air" he gayly told her.
 I'm so glad" rattled Lucille. ''Ted's just telephoned that he has tickets for The Lady's Maid Can you join us?"
 With pleasure" No hesitation whatever; prompt and agreeable; even pleased.
 That's jolly. think six makes such nice crowd. Besides you and our selves, there1l be Arly and Dick Rod ley and Gail" Gail. of course. He had known that "We1l start from Uncle Jim's at eight o'clock"
 Allison called old Ephraim.
 q want to begin dressing at seven fifteen" he directed. At three o'clock set some sandwiches inside the door, Have some fruit in my dressing room. "
 He went back to his map, remember ing Lucille with a retrospective smile. The last time he had seen that viva cious young person she had been emp tying a box of almonds. at the side of the camp fire at the toboggan party. He jotted down a memorandum to send her some. and drew a high stool in front of the map
 Strange this new ambition which had come over him. Why. he had ac- tually been about to consider his big work finished; and now. all at once. everything he had done seemed trivial. The eager desire of youth to achieve had come to him again. and the blood sang in his veins as he felt of his ,usty strength. He was starting to