Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-05
CHAPTER XIV.
The Messaae From New York.

The Message From New York.
 It was good to be homei Gail won dered that she could ever have been content away from the loving shelter of her many, many friends She had grown world weary in all the raise gayety of New York; She was dis illusionedI She was blase. She was tired of frivolity; and she immedi- ately planned or enthusiastically agreed to take part in series of gay cites which would have made an aver age hard-working man anticipate them with an already broken constitution.
 The house was full of them. morn ing, noon and night; young girls, se- date and jolly, and all of them excit- edly glad that Gail was among them again; and young men. in all the de grees from social butterflies to plod- ding business pluggers. equally glad.
 Good, comfortable home folks these. who were deliciously nice to the state ly, black-haired Arly, and voted her a tremendous beauty, and stood slight ly in awe of her. The half cynical Arly, viewing them critically, found in them one note of interesting novelty a certain general clean-hearted whole someness, and, being a seeker after the unusual, and vastly appreciative. she deliberately cultivated them; flat tering the boys, but not so much as to make the other girls hate her. To the girls she made herself even more attractive, because she liked them better. She complimented them indi- viduaIly on the point of perfection for which each girl most prided herself; she told them that they were infinitely more clever than the women of New York, and better looking. in general; for the New York women were mostly clothes and makeup; and. above all, she envied them their truer lives.
 No group Of young people could re- sist such careful work as that, espe- cially when performed by young woman so adroit and so attractive. and so well gowned; so they lost their awkwardness with her. which removed any sense of discomfort Gail might have felt. which was the aim to be ac- complished. In those first few days Gail was the happiest of all creatures, in spite of the fact that the local pa pers had carried politer echo of that despicable slave story. At nights, however. beginning with the second one, when the girls had retired to the mutual runway of their adjoining suite. the conversation would turn someJ ng like this:
 Let's see, this is the seventeenth, isn't it?" thus Arly.
 Yes; Tuesday" concentratedly se- lecting a chocolate, the box of which bore a New York name.
 Mrs AIatsons ice skating ball is tonight" A sidelong glance at the busy Gail "She always has such orig inal affairs"
 Doesn't she!" Gail draws her san daled feet up under her and stretches down her pink negligee. so that she looks like a stiff statue in tinted ivory.
 And such interesting people. That new artist is certain to be there. Whats his name? Oh, yes, Vlcdow. l could adore him."
 You're a mere verbal adorer," laughs Gail, studying anxiously over the problem of whether she wants another piece of chocolate or not. Al liscn had sent such good ones. "Vlo- dow eats garlic"
 That's why I adore him, from a distance. Of course all the nice regu- lar fellows will be there-Dick, Rod ley and Ted, and Houston, and Oh, oh, forgot to write Gerald" and with swift passing kiss somewhere be- tween Calls -eer ara her chin. she hr--