Bisbee daily review., 1916-02-04
The Mere Instinct of SeIf-Preservation
 Drove Gail Forward.

---~---------- tle bone ached.
 The press is the palladium of our national liberty, Uncle Jim,' drawled the soothing voice of Ted.
 You can't do a thing about it.r counseled Gerald Fosland, stifflook- ing gentleman who never made mis- take of speech, or manner. or attire.
 "Shucks, Gail!" suddenly remem- bered Lucille. "The Big. Faulkner re- ception is this week. and your gown was to be so stunning. Don't go homel"
 Mrs. Helen Davies cast on her feather-brained daughter a glance of severe reproof.
 Have you no sense of propriety, Lucile?" she warned. Gail, very nat urally. cannot remain here under the circumstances. It does great credit to her that, immediately upon realiz- ing this horrible occurrence, she tele- sraphed to her mother, without con sulting any of us, that she was return ing"
 T just wanted to go home," said Gail. her chin quivering and her pretty throat tremulous with breath pent from sobbing.
 "It'l blow over, Gailp argued Uncle Jim, in deep distress because she was going so soon. If she had only stopped long enough to pack up, they might have persuaded her to stay. Just for get it, and have good time."
 "Jim." ordered the stern voice of Aunt Helen, will you be kind enough to see if anyone is out in front?"
 Certainly" agreed Jim, wondering why his wife's sister was suddenly so severe with him.
 Its time to start, scalled Ted with practiced wisdom allowing ten min utes for gocd-bys, parting instructions and forgotten messages.
 The adieus were said. Aunt Grace, clasping Gail in her arms, began to sob, out of full heart and a general need for the exercise. Gerald Fosland took the hand of his wife and kissed it, in most gallant fashion.
 'T shall miss you dreadfully, my dear" he stated.
 q shall be thinking of you," re- sponded Arlene, adjusting her veil.
 Mrs. Davies drew Arlene into the drawing room.
 It was so sweet of you to agree to accompany Gail" she observed. Tt would be useless to attempt to iniu- ence her now, but I look to you to bring her back in a week. Her pros poets are really too brilliant to be interrupted by an unfortunate episode of this nature"
 
 One could readily see that no devia- tion from his routine confronted Ger aid Fosland this morning. He had had his plunge and his breakfast. his mail and his paper laid before him, and yet there was something ghastly about the feel of the house. It was as if someone were dead! Gerald Fosland made as radical deviation from his daily life as he ever had done. He left his mail unopened. after a glance at the postmark; he left his paper un- read; he picked up his hat and gloves and stick, and started to leave the room. As he passed the door leading to Arly's apartments, he hesitated. and put his hand on the knob. He glanced over his shoulder. as a guilty con- science made him imagine that serv- ant was coming in, then he gently turned the knob. and entered. A tiny vestibule, and then a little French-gray salon, and then a boudoir, all in deli cate blue, and sweet with faint, deli cate, evasive fragrance which was like the passing of Arly. Something made him stand. for moment, with trace of feeling which came to awe. He did not notice. until afterwards, that he had tiptoed.
 He went on to the dainty blue bed room, and looked earnestly about it. then he went back to the boudoir and seated himself on the stiff chair in which he had. on rare occasions, sat and chatted with her. He remained there perhaps half an hour. Suddenly he arose, and called for his limousine, and drove to Teasdale's. They were out. he was told. They were at Mir. Sargent's, and he drove straight there. Somehow. he was glad that, since they were out. they had gone to Sargents. He was most anxious to see Lucille.
 Just in time to join the mourners, Gerald" greeted Ted. Were doing very solemn lot of Calling"
 "I'll join you with pleasure" agreed Gerald. feeling more at home and light of heart here than he had any where during the day. Lucille seemed particularly near to h,~. Have you