Arizona republican., 1920-03-28

have ever seen or that any one ever saw. Phoenix is a town of about thirty-five thousand inhabitants and a ten by twelve depot
 The first impression a person arriv- ing in Phoenix has is of a little shanty (politely called a depoD surrounded by muddy dirty yard. He does not know about the fine pavements and large office buildings uptown. Some people form conclusions from first impressions, and not all who do are unsuccessful.
 possible for Phoenix to have a big Union depot Cities have before this time sued railroad companies for bet ter depots. If the citizens of Phoenix would argue and work for a better de- pot I believe that the railroad admin iStration would do the wise thing and build one
 HARRY PHILLIPS.
 Junior, Phoenix
 (For the first time Tucson is repre- scented in these columns. We feel that this story is of unusual interest. Miss Alice Vail, whose name did not appear in the list of English teachers, is the head of the English department at Tue son)
 A STRANGE STORY
 We were camping at the foot of a small group of hills. It was a strange company, sitting around the fire: Drake, foremost novelist, and his friend. Blackly, an eminent artist; Tavo. the cook at the Barring ranch: Eyes, and myself. Our meeting had been peculiar. Fellow travellers on a stage that had broken one of it's wheels. We were forced to get horses and continue the journey together in this way. Drake and Blackly were gifted conversationalists, educated, we'll travelled, and delightful compan- ions. Tavo was amusing and pretty clever as such fellows go. Eyes" was the mystery. Whether he was edu- cated or uneducated, criminal or a celebrity we knew not. for he rarely opened his mouth, and then only when spoken to. He had a curious face, and the nickname that Tavo had given him. suited well. His eyes were enormous, and very sad with a look in them that made you think he was searching, searching, searching, but never satis- fled
 We'll I don't Know how it came about, but we got to discussing differ ent authors and their work. Speaking of different plots, Drake remarked that in most poems there was no plot, only beauty of expression as in Evangeline.
 T always thought it had quite a plot" said Blackly.
 lOl, pdn. dhe away lue pOSfu and you have man and girl, the funny part of which is that they travel at the same rate of speed. one just ahead all the time. It's improbable"
 Then followed discussion in which I took no part. but Eyes finally leaned forward and remarked seriously and  Mr. Drake. I hope you will never be called upon to prove the truth of that in your life by experience. Well. each fellow to his own think ing was Drake's rejoinder; I'm tired, let's go to sleep" and getting up, he stretched, yawned and unrolled his had all done the same. but lay awake for a long time thinking of how Eyes had spoken. and won dered what had made him open his | mouth and why After awhile all became hay and I 1 dropped off to sleep. Suddenly awoke with a start. to | find myself trembling all over. looked | at my companions, sleeping. Funny | that should jump up like this when l was such a sound sleeper and had no l nerves, I turned slowly, fearfuIly. I do not know what I expected to see. but | saw only a big red moon coming up. 1 making the broad desert with it's cacti | and shrubs plainly visible. Only a | few coals glowed, and the desert hush | awed me as it always does. Why was | such a foo1 Finding no cause for | the shaking and trembling of a six | foot man. I decided to turn over and | sleep. Then I heard it, It seemed to come | from far off. yet it seemed right near me. that wierd uncanny sound, thar | was neither a call nor a cry, nor a | laugh, nor anything that can be named. | shook so violently. and my heart beat | SO wildly that I wondered why my com panions didn't wake. I wished they | would.
 Then all was still
 (To be conc1uded)
 DORIS GRIFFIN
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