Bisbee daily review., 1916-03-31
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 "Why, howdy. Mir. Allison?" greeted Peabody, rising. and showing up his spectacles. Its treat to see any body these days. I ain't had visitor for nigh on to a month. There ain't any provisions in the house. but if the village and get it. l got jug of my own, if you'd like little snifter. How's things in the city9'' and still rambling on with unanswered ques- tions and miscellaneous offers and club grounds information he pottered to the corner cupboard and produced his jug, and poured out a glass of
 Thanks" said Allison, and drank the liquor mechanically. He was shud- dering with the cold, but he had not noticed it until now. He glanced around the room slowly and curiously. as if he had not seen it before. 'I think I'll stay out here overnight" he told Peabody. I'll occupy the office. If anyone rings the phone, don't an- swer."
 ''Yes sir" replied Peabody. Yell you what I'll do, MT. Allison. I'll muf- fie the bell. I guess I better light fire in the office"
 Anything you like" and Allison went towards the office. At the door he turned. You'll understand. Pea body, that I have come here to be quiet. l wish to be entirely alone with certain important matters which l must decide. If anybody should hap pen to drop in. get rid of him. Do not say that am here or have been here"
 'Yes sir" replied Peabody. T know how it is that away. I want to be by myself. often"
 Allison went into the office and closed the door after him. It was notice it. He sat down in the swivel chair behind the fiat top desk and rested his chin in his hands, and stared out of the window at the bleak and dreary landscape. Just within his range of vision was a lonely little creek. shadowed by a mournful droop- ing willow which had given the club its name, and in the wintry breeze 1t waved its long tendrils against the leaden gray sky. Allison fixed his eyes on that oddly beckoning tree and strove to think Old Peabody came pottering in. and with many a clang and chatter builded a fire in the capa- cious Dutch stove; with longing glance at Allison, for he was starved with the hunger of talk, he went out again.
 At dusk he once more opened the door, Allison had not moved. He still sat with his chin in his hands, looking out at that weirdly waving willow. Old Peabody thought that he must be asleep, until he tiptoed up at the side. Allison's gray eyes, unblink- ing, were staring straight ahead, with no expression in them. It was as If they had turned to glass.
 Excuse me. NIT. Allison. Chicken or steak? I got 'em both, one for SUD- per and one for breakfast"
 Allison turned slowly. part way to- wards Peabody; not entirely.
 Chicken or steak?" repeated Pea. body"
 "Eh? Yes. Oh. yes. Yes. The chicken"
 The fire had gone out. Peabody re- built it. He came in an hour later. and studied the silent man at the desk for long minute, and then he decided an important question for himself. He brought in Allison's dinner on a tray and set it on corner of the desk.
 At eleven Peabody came in again, to see if Allison were not ready to go to bed; but Allison sent him away as soon as he had fixed the fire. The tray was untouched. and out there in the dim moonlight, which peered now and then through the shifting clouds, the longarmed willow beckoned and beckoned.
 Morning came, cold and gray and