"It sure looks like a hot time in the old town soon," said Evelyn, as she lay back and stretched out on the beautifully appointed divan in Pearl's new apartment. "Wait a minute until I change the bandage on this bum eye, and you can read the newspaper to me," said Pearl, from the bathroom. "Why don't you leave the bandage off when you are in the house? There's nothing you can put on it now that will take the black out of it--just leave it alone, and when you start to go out, then stick the patch over it." "That's a good idea, I'll do it," as she sat down in front of Evelyn. "Now, tell me more, what the paper says about war." "The American Consul says in a statement in the paper that he cannot be responsible for American citizens who go over to Juarez just to have a good time, and that only those who have business and have to go over are the only ones to go over--Well, in my business it's necessary for me to go over--but you having a man who has money, on the string, you don't have to go over--but I can see by the expression in the one good eye of yours that you will have important business in Juarez--will you not, Miss Jones?" said Evelyn, with mock elegance. "With all this excitement brewing I should stay up here in the apartment, and act like a lady. Now's the time to go over there and raise Hell--with the revolution coming on, they will have forgotten about the shooting, and will be so taken up with other things, it will be as safe as ever, if you can ever call Juarez safe." The telephone started ringing madly--"Who the Hell can that be?" asked Pearl, as she went to answer it. "Hello--Oh, yeah--yeah, I hear you all right. You have to go right now--well, when will you be back?--Oh, gee, I'm sorry--well, is there anything you want me to do?--sure, I'll be careful--will you be safe in that territory? That is where most of the fighting will be, so the paper says--Oh, that's why you have to go down there--I didn't get that last crack--come again--don't mind if I go over to Juarez with Evelyn, and have a few drinks, do you? I can go, but you would rather I wouldn't? And have a drink whenever I want, too--No, I'm not mad--why should I be mad? But why should I go into the sisterhood just because you will be out of town for a few days? Oh, it might be weeks--well, you are going of your own free will--nobody is making you go--Oh, Hell, yes, certainly I've enough money till you get back--yes, O. K., goodbye," as she hung up the receiver. "What did I tell you?" said Evelyn. "He has to go to the mine and wants you to be the sweet and innocent one till he gets back--that guy is so jealous of you he smells bad--what are you going to do tonight?" "Well, I was thinking it would be grand to go over to Juarez, and before the bridge closes, bring our own gang here for a party--what do you think?"