Bisbee daily review., 1916-03-11

lsz-zss-.>4Eza- flying straight t0 the protection of his arms. she knew something about her self. and about Rev. smith Boyd. too She knew why she had refused those others who had wooed her: Willis Cunningham and Houston Van Ploon and Dick Bodley; poor Dick, and AL lison and all the others. She frankly and complacenuy admitted to herself tLat she loved Rev. Smith Boyd, but she put that additional worry into the l background. It could be fought out ! lcter. She would have been very hap py about it if she had had time, al- | though she could see no end to that | situation but unhappiness.
 Where could she turn for advice, or ! whom could she get to share in the burden which she felt must surely crush her. There was no one. It was burden she must bear alone, unless she could devise some plan of effective action, and the sense Of how far she had been respon- sibIe for this condition of affairs was one which oppressed her, and humbled her. and deepened the circles about her woe-smitten eyes.
 Gail took her fists from their pres sure into the brown coverlet, and held Of either hand; and the brown hair. springing into wayward ringlets from the salt breeze which blew in at the half-opened window, rippled down over her slender hands, as if to soothe and comfort them. She had been wasting her time in introspection and self analysis when there was need for decisive acticci Fortunately she had a respite until Monday morning. In the past few days of huge commercial movements which so vitally interested her. she had become acquainted with business methods, to a certain extent, and she knew that nothing could be done on Saturday afternoon or Sun day: therefore Uncle Jim was safe for two nights and a day. Then Allison
 
 Uncle Jim's road with the A.-P, and the beginning of the destruction of the Sargent family would be thor oughIy accomplished. She had been given a thorough grasp of how easily that could be done. What could she do Tn two nights and day? It was past her ingenuity to conceive. She must have help.
 But from whom could she receive it? Tod Boyd? The same reason which made her think of him first made her swiftly place him last Her Uncle Jim? Too hot-headed. Her Aunt Grace? Too inexperienced. Her Aunt Helen? Too conventional Lucille. Ted, Dick? She laughed. Arly?
 There was a knock at the door, and Arly herself appeared.
 Selfish" chided Arly. We're all wanting you"
 That's comforting" smiled Gail. "I have just been being all alone in the world, on the most absolutely de serted island of which you can con- ceive. Arly, sit down. want to tell you something"
 The black hair and the brown hair cuddled close together, while Gail, her tongue once loosened, poured out in torrent all the pent-up misery which had been accUmulating within her for the past tempestuous weeks; and Arly, her eyes glistening with the eX- citement of it all. kept her exclama- tions of surprise and fright and indig- nation and horror, and everything else, strictly to such low monosyl- fables as would not impede the gasp ing narration.
 I'd like to kill him!" said Arly. in low voice of startling intensity. and jumping to her feet she paced up and down the confines of the little staterOom. Among all the other sur prises of recent events, there was none more striking than this vast change in the usually cool and sarcastic Arly, who had not. until her return from Calls home, permitted herself an emo ton in two years. She came back to the bed with sudden swift knowledge that Gail had been dry-eyed all through this recital, though her lips were quiV- ering. She should have cried. h. stead she was sitting straight up, star ing at Arly with patient inquiry. She had told all her dilemma, and all her