The Huron Expositor, 1915-03-26, Page 7ARCII 1910
FOR 8ALE.-1Ao Oono 8, TitOka •
containing 100 acres, about avrren Imre*
The farm le well !mooed anti dratted
Mod awe ot cultivation. There are owttlee
frame house, bank barn, pig heti*,
th1vebouse foul two good walla, Fee-
paddeblars apply on the remises Or a1.
S. JOHN MeOLOY. Egm Title P.O.
2356-tt
FOR SALE—Being Lot 7, Concession 1,
whip of Rullett, ccoitaining 100 acres of
td. on the preraises are a htre bank barn
bhng underneath, with cement ftoOrs
ot. Newbrick noose with furnace in the
hit feneed and under drained. will be eold
e as the owner viishes to give up farm.
er inforniation apply on the premiNs or
ieldorth e. 0.. 114ELVIN J. CLARK. •
2463-tf
FOR SALE—For sale 100 acres of choicef
ha the Township of Hibbert, being Lo* 28,
/. On the premises are a brick house.
1,1!,ank barn with stabling, hen house and
ach.rneath. The farm is well fenced and
Med, and there are 10 acres of hardwood
oral Mail snd Telephone Connentfort.
.er par -nimbus apply to ADELINESILLERY
t. 2422-tf
:FOR SALE—Lot 10, Concession 6, L.R.S.
.tranalth. The farm contains 100 am% all
ad inp, good state of cultivation. Three
in wells wndn4ll t barn. Good bank
• pix house. hen house and drive shed.
ne house with furnace. An acre and a
xtra• goeel orchard. Th13 choice farm ie
Miles of Seafortb, on the ppen rad,
FORSYTH. Egoltaidvilled 2462-tf
REFA.R11 FOR SALS—Inve and, Vitae
-
ter mike froaa the village of Brno:els,. 7
lh and 3 from Belgrave. There is a never
pply of water. Bank barn 400[72, frame
;h concrete cellar, rural mail and telephone
adapted for bebb hock and Fr -min, one-
, from school and three-quarters from
Apply toFRED ARMSTRONG, Gilbert,
or on- the Dlaee . to EDWIN ARMSTRONG,
4.1truseele. 24554t
FARM FOR SALE—For Sale Lot 2:i and
tot Lot 24, Conotakion 14, McMillin. orm-
O acres. There are on the pre -mina a
tick house with hard and &aft water.
deo- a goad barn 001. with stone foun-
d stairlin underneath, driving Shed 30x40
Coundation, pig pen and hen house, all
tpair. Tnere is also a good bearintr or -
1 two never failing wells. The farm is ,well
Med Mul well fenced and in a high state of
41 with 10 skeres of hardwood bush. It is
rted on the North e -ravel road I mile south
E C. P.. R. station, also telephone and rural
rery. This ie a choife farm and will be
asonable terms. For further particulars
the premises or address. W. J. DICKSON
2458-U
MEAN WANTED
ve our Creamery!IOW in belt
on, andwe want your patron -
Are are prepared to pay you
.hest prices for your creara, pay
Dry two weeks, weigh, sample
a each can of cream carefully
t -you statement of the same.
0 supply can free of chaege. -
re you an honest business deal. ,
and see us or drop us a card for
dors
Seaforth Creamery
Ont.
he Supreme Couzt-
of Ontario
ttter of William N. M1iebaei, a lunatic
it to vin order for vale wade in thie-matter
ig date the 23rd da of-Februrry A.D, 1915.
.be sold with the approval of Bernard Louis
luire, Local Master of this Court St Goder-
iorinks Oro en. Auctioneer, at the premises
fr of t o'clock p.m., on Friday. the 26th day
1915, the following lands and premises in
F, viz.. Lot NO. g4, In the 6th Oonceseion of
hipof MeKIU containing 1t0 acres, leas
tr the northwest corner thereof.
e said lands are 10 acres of hardsood bush
irchard, a spring creek and a. well furnieh-
int watcr, a 1 torey stone house with 8
cod coalition arrl a barn 56x36. There
res of fall pIougitior done on the p: enowts.
roperty will be offered for sale au 3 -et to a
ad whieh. has- been fixed by tne Enid
•
of sate 107: of the purchase money to be
th at the thne of ,ale and the balance in
SI eafw.
other respects the terms and conditions of
Ili le the stinding,conclitions of the Sup•
of On tar to.
er particulars may he had from Williant
Ulinton, Ont., Solicitor for Vendor.
R. L. DOYLE, Local Master
Golerich, this 9th day' of MArch, 1915
.2165-3
ing House
ming
Is almost here. You will prob-
ably need at least one room re-
painted and freshened up with
attractive wall paper. W e have
a large selection of all thepaew
materna to choose from and
we can offer you an attractive
room decoratien a.L; 9, moderate
cost, or a higher price, as you
prefer. But we suggest an
early order to avoid delays
when house cleaning time
cones. Until further notice
we will furoish paper and hang
,,atne in any room up to size
laxhixh for $4.25. Cali and see
samples, or drop postal to box
355 and we willsubmit samples
for your selection.
John Hooper
hr Painter & Decorator
g eet Seaforth
ke frlOney for the.
a
wart to get the
'*.h -t Paid
from -Factory to Farm
Middlemen" plan.
NCE
kiartarr tiro. IS<
taprixt-.
$0A6
31
2.30
4.35
4.60-
4.85
8.00
.75
.80
- ORDERS
OVER
; St., 'td•V.
St. -
When you
bay fence in
y Other way
yOU pay more
than the fence
is eat! y worth
When you bu v
DIRECT
fromPaee you
save most of
"extra cost"
in Extra. Qual-
ity and Life-
timeServiceat
no extra cost.
Mail your
order TO -DAY
helm the Sprint,.
rush ckti in. SELL
YOURSELF Page
fence — and 'get
Full Fence value
For your money.
- Toronto
Walkeemille
MARCH 26, 1915
THE HURON EXPOSITOR
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THE WEAK SPOT
11 THE BACK*
Whenthe kidneys get ill the bank
gives eut
But the back is net to blame.
The ache comes ftutii the kidneys, -
lie under the small of the bacic.
erefore, dull pain in the hack, or
shartaitick twinge's are warnings of
sick ys--warnings of kidney trouble.
Plasters and liniments will not cure
a bad back, for they cannot reach the
kidneys which cause it.
Doan's Kidney Pills reach the kidney,s
themselves. They are a special kidney
and bladder me&cine. They heal the
diseased surface of kidneys and bladder,
and help them to act freely and naturally.
Mrs. jcliester Romain, Fort Coulonge,
Que., writes: "I had been troubled with
sore back for over four years, and could
get nothing to do • me any good until'
I heard of your Doan's Kidney Pine.
I got three boxes, and took them and
now I am eempletely cured."
Doan's Kidney Pills are e50e a box,
3hoxes,to.5, nt all dealers or mailed
driect on rec-eipt of -in -ice -by The T. Mil-
burn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
When ordering direct specify "Doan'al
IF YOUR CHILD18 CE013*,
FEVERISH, CONSTIPATED
Look Mother! if tongue is coated,
cleanse little bowels with "Cali-
fornia Syrup -of Figs."
Mothers can rest easy after giving
"California Syrup of Figs," becausefn
a few hours all the clogged -up Waste,
sour bile and fermenting food gently
moves out of the bowels, and you have
a well, playful child again.
Sick children needn't be coaxed to
take this harmless "fruit laxative."
Millions of mothers keep it handy be-
cause they -know its action on the
stomach, liver and bowels is prompt
and sure.
Ask your druggist for a 50 -cent bot-
tle of "California Syrup of Figs," which
contains' directions for babies, children
of all ages and for grown-ups.
LEGAL.
Barrister, Solicitor, Cceiveyancen and
Notary Public. Solicitor for the Dom-
inion Bank. Office in rear of the Dom-
inion Bank, Seaforth. Money to 'loan.
J. M. BEST.
Barriefer, Solicitor, Conveyaneer and
Notary Public. Office up -stairs over
Walker's furniture store, Main otreet,
Seaforth.
F. HOLMESTED.
BarrLster, Soliciter, Conveyancnr and
Farms's= sale. Office, in Scott's block,
Main street, Seaforth.
IL:soulo= HAYS: & KILLORAN
Naar! Itublic. Solicit= for the., Calla-
diamBank of Commerce. Money to loan.
Barristers, Solicitors,. Notaries Public„
etc:.Money to lend r In Seaforth on MOTII-
day Of each week. °Moe in Kidd block.
VETERINARY.
JOBN GRIEVE, V. S.
Honor graduate of Ontario Vaetin-
sry College. All diseases of Domestic
Animals treated. Calls promptly attend-
ed to and charges moderate. Veterinat y
Dentistry a specialty. Office and resi-
dence on itoderich street, one door east)
of Dr. Set t's office, Seaforth.
F. TeARBURN, V. S.
Honor grenuate of Ontario Vetsein-
sty College, and honorary member of
the Medical Association of the Ontario.
Veterinary College. Treats diseases of
all Domestic Animals by the meet mod-
ern principles. Dentistry and Milk Fev-
er a specialty. Office opposite Dick's
alotel, Main street, Seaforth. All or-
ders left at the hotel will receive prompt
&neat -Ion. Night calls received at the
Office, •
MEDICAL
O. J. W. KARN, ef.D C,M,
e25 Richmond street, London, Ont.
Specialist : Surgery and GenitoetTrin
ary diseases of men and women.
DR. ,GEOROE HEILEMANN.
Osteopathic Ph y sician - of G od e rich.
Specialist in women's and children's
diseases, rheumatism, acute, chronic
sald nervods disorders, eye, ear, nose
ard throat. Consultation free. Office at
Commercial Hotel, Seatorth, Tueiday
and Friday -e, 8 e.m. till 1 pm
DR. F. J. BURROWS.
Office and residence-Goderich street,
east of the Methodist church, Seaforth.
Phone No. 46. Coroner for the County
of iHuren.
• DRS. SCOTT & MCKAY.
J. G. Scott, graduate of Victoria and
College itf Physicians and Surgeons.
Ann 'Arbor, ond member of the Ontario
Coroner for the County of Huton.
C. MacKay, honor graduate of Trinity
Universit y and gold medallist o[ Trin-
ity Medical College; member of the Col-
lege of Physicians and Surgeons, Ontario.
DR. H. HUGH
C=21)
L DERR
BIOCIERS
Copyright. 1913. by the Balls -Merrill
Company
srv.r.
"No, I can't," said Mr.' QuimH3y, tomb had descended. He recalled stoe
frankly. ties a men who went mad from lone -
"I can't either, to tell the truth," liness. What- place lonelier than this?
laughed Billy Magee. He tureen up The wind howled along the balcony; it
nis collar. "It's like -picturing-a sum-
mer girl sftting on an iceberg and
swinging her openwork hosiery over
the edge. I don't suppose it's neces-
sary to register. go right up and
:,elect my apartments."
Et was upon a suit of rooms tliat
bore the number seven on their dor:w-
hen Mr. Magee's choice fell. A large'
parlor -with a fireplace that a few
blazing logs would cheer, a bedroom,
whine - bed was destitute of all save
Mattress:41nd' springs, and a bathroom
comprised ins kingdom.
M. Magee inspected his apartment.
The Windows were all of the low,
FrenCh variety and opened out upon
a broad euo-w covered balcony which
wasein reality the roof of the first
door veranda. ,On this balcony Magee
stood a moment, watching the trees on
naldpite wave their black arms in the
,rattled the windows. Outside his door
lay a great black cave, in summer gay
with men and maids, now- like Cru-
soe's island before the old man landed.
"Alone, alone; all, all alone," quoted
Mr. Magee. "If I can't think here it
will be because I'm not equipped with
the apparatus. It will. I'll show the
gloomy old critics! I wonder what's
doing in New York?"
New ,York! Mr. Magee looked at his
watch. Eight o'clock. Tbe great street
was ablaze. The crowds were parad-
ing from the restaurants to the thea-
ters, The electric signs were pasting
lurid legends on a long suffering sky;
the taxis were spraying throats with
gasoline; the traffic cop at Broadway
and Forty-second street was madly
earning his pay. Mr. Magee got up
and walked the floor. New York! •
Probably the telephone in his rooms
wiiid and the lights of Upper Asque- was jangling, vainly calling forth to
wan Fans wink knowingly up at him. sport with Amaryllis in the shade of
Then he came inside, and, his investi- the rubber trees Slily Magee -Billy
ft. -anions brought him presently to .the r Magee who Sat alone in the silence on
tun in the bathroom. . Baldpate mountain. Few knew of his
"Fine" he cried "a cold plunge in departure. This was the night of that
the morning before the daily struggle stupid attempt at theatricals at the
for immortality begins!" Plaza, stupid in itself, but gay, almoet
He tweed the spigot. Nothing hap- giddy, since Helen Faulkner was to be
there. This was the night of the din-
pened.
"I reckon." drawled Mr. Quimby
from the bedroom, "you'll carry your
cold plunge up from the well back of
the inn before yoq plunge lido it. The
witter's turned off. We can't take
chances with busted pipes."
"Of course," replied Magee less
blitbely. His .-ardor was somewhat
dampened -.a paradox -by the failure
of the spigot to gush forth a response.
-Tbere's nothing I'd enjoy more than
carrying eight pails cid -water upstairs
every morning to get up an appetite
for -what? Oh. well, the Lord will
provide. If we propose to heat up the
great American outdoors, Quimby', I
think it's tiine we had a fire."
Soon Quimby eanie back with kin-
dling and logs, and subsequently a
noisy fire roared.in the grate.
"Iwouldn't wander round none," he
advised. "You might fall down some-
thing -or something. I been living in
these parts off and on for sixty years
and more, and nothing We this ever
came under my observation before.
Howsomever,' I guess We all right ff
Mr. Bentley isays so. I'll gem tip in
the morning and see you down to the
train."
"What train?" inquired Mr.' Magee.
"Your train back to New Torii 'city,"
replied Mr. Quimby. "Don't try to
start back in the night. There ain't no
train till Morning."
"Ah, Quimby," laughed Mr. Magee,
"yoto taunt me.. You think 1 .won't
stick it out But 111 show you. I tell
you I'm hungry for solitude."
"That's all right," Mr. Quimby re-
sponded. "You can't make three sqnare
meals a day off solitude."
"I'm desperate," said Magee. -Henry
Cabot Lodge unist come to me. I say.
ewith tears in. his eyes. , Ever see the,
nnentor that way? No? It Isu t g-oiug
to be an easy job:- 1 must put it over.
I must go deep into the hearts of Men
up here and write what I find. No
more shots in tbe night. Just ttie adh
venture of soul annsoul. Do you see?
By the way,- i here's $20, your first
week's pay as caretaker Of a Nee
York Quixote."
"What's that?" asked Quimby.
"Quixote," explained .Mr. Magee.
"was a Spanish lad iirtio Was 'a little
confused in bis mind and went about
-the country .petting up at summer re-
sorts in .midwinter." ,
"I'd expect it of a Spaniard," Quim-
by said. "Be careful of that fire. I'll
be -up in the morning." He stowed
away the bill Mr. Magee had given
him. "I guess nothing will interfere
with your lonesomeness. Leastways
bope it -won't . Good night"
Mr. Magee bade the man good night
ROSS. , and listened to tae thump of his boots
Graduate of University of Toronto I and the closing of the great front
Faculty of Medicine, - member of Col -1 door. From his windows he watclied
lege of PhySicie.ns and Surgeons of On- the caretaker move down the road
tario; pass graduate courses in Chicago without looking beck, to disappear at
ClincaA School of Chicago; RoYal Oah- last in the white night.
thalmic Hospital, London, England,
University College • Hospital, London Throwing off hia great coat, Mr. Ma -
England.. Office --Back of the Dominion gee noisily attacked the fire. The
Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night blaze flared red on his strong, humor -
calls answered from residence, Victortia ous. mouth, in his smiling eyes. Next
street, Seaforth. in the flicaering half light of snit 7
he distributed the contents of his trav-
eling bags about. On the table he
placed e number of new magazines
and a few books, -
-Then Mr. Magee sat down in the big
leather chair before the bre andhaeght
'his breath.
Yes, here he was, and here was the
solitude he had come to find. Mr. Ma-
gee looked nervously ab6ut, and the
smile died out of his gray eyes. For
the first time misgivings smote him.
Might one not have too much of a
good_thing? I A silence like -that of the
AUCTIONEERS.
i THOMAS- BROWN.
Licensed auctioneer for the counties
of Huron and Perth. Corxespondence an-
rangements for sale dates can be made
t- by aalling tip Phone 97, Seaforth, or
The Expositor office. Charges moder-
ate and satisfaction guaranteed.
_
JOHN ARNOLD,
Licensed auctioneer tor the counties
not Haron and Perth. Arrangmnents foe
if sale dates ca,n he made by calling ep
Phone 2 on 23 Dublin, or 41 Seaforth,
or the Expositor Office. Changes mod-
erate and satisfaction guaranteed.
B. E. PHILLIPS.
ot Huron and Perth. Being &practice!
tfirtner and thoroughly underetanding
the value, of farm stock and implements
panes me in a better Position to re-
alize good . price. Charges moderate.
Satisfaction guaranteed ono pay, Ail
Orders left in Exeter will be promptly
iiiikaded,
•
CASTO R I A
.Fa Wants and. Children •
In Use For Over 20 Years
Alwagebears
Signature
ner to Carey at the club. This was the
night --of many diverting things.
He strode to the window and looked
down at the few dim lights that Pro-
claimed the existence of 'Jiver Asque-
wan Fails. Somewhere down there
wee the Commercial House; some-
where the girl who had wept so bit-
terly in i that gloomy little waiting
room. She was only three miles away,
and the thought cheered Mr. Magee.
After all, he was not on a desert is-
land.
And yet he was alone, intensely, al -
Most painfully, alone -alone in a vast
Moaning house that must- be .his only
home until he could go batk to the gay
city with his masterpiece.' What a
masterpiece! As, though with a sur-
geon's knife it would lay bare the
hearts of men. No tricks of plot, no -
CHAPTER 111.
The Crack of a Pistol.
R. MAGEE paused. For sharp-
ly in the silence the bell of his
room telephone rang out.
He stood for a moment gan-
beg in wonder, 'his heart beating swift-
ly, his eyes upon the instruroent on
the wall. It was a house phone. He
.knew it could only be rung from the
'switchboard in the hall below. "I'm
going mad already," he remarked and
took down the receiver.
A blur of talk, an electric mutter-
ing, a click, and all was still.
Mr. Magee opened the door and step-
ped out into the shadows. He heard
a voice below. Noiselessly he crept
to the landing and gazed down into
•
the office. A young man sat at the
telephone switchboard.- Mr.- Magee
could see in the dim light of a soli-
tary candle that he was a person of
rather hilarious raiment The candle
stood on the top of the safe, and the
'door of the latter swung open. Sink-
ing down on the steps in the dark, Mr.
Magee waited.
"Hello," the young man was say-
ing; "liow do you work this 'thing,
anyhow? I've tried every Peg but the
right one. Hello, hello! I want long
distance-Reuton, 2876 West -Mr. Andy
Rutter. Will you get him for me, sis-
ter?"
Another wait -a long one -ensued:
The candle sputtered. The young man
fidgeted in his chair. At last he spoke
again:
"Hello! . Andy? Is that you. Andy?
What's the good word? As quiet as
the tomb of Napoleon? Shall I close
up shop? Sure? What next? Oh,
see _here, Andy, I'd die up here! Did
you ever hit a place like this in win-
ter? I can't -I ----oh, wen. If he says
so! Yes; I could do that. But no
longer. 1 couldn't stand it long. Tell
him that. Tell him everything's 0. K.
Yes. All right. Well, good night,
Andy.'
He turned away from the switch-
board, and as he did so Mr. Magee
walked calmly down the stairs toward
him. With a cry the young man ran
to the safe, threw a package inside
and swung shut the door. -He turned
the knob of the safe several times;
then he faced Mr. Magee. The latter
saw something glitter in his hand.
"Good evening," remarked Mr. Ma-
- gee pleasantly.
"What are you doing here?" cried
the youth wildly.
"I live here," Mr. Magee assured him.
"Won't you come up to my room it's
right at the head of the stirs. I have
a -fire, you know."
Back into the young man's lean,
hawklike face crept the assurance that
belonged with the gay attire he wore.
He dropped the revolver into his pock-
et and -sailed a sneering smile.
"You gave me a turn," be said "Of
course you live here. Are any of the
othennuests ablint? Andeseho.wgia the
tennis snatch today?' -
"You' are facetious." Mr. Magee
smiled too. "So much the better. A
lively companion is the very sort I
1
Broncmai
,cuughs
The prostrating
mini tears dawn
" Ylgte *en&
The clogged air-toires tiredly of.
fect your asa speedily kai ts
pleurisy, pneumonia.; loasomption.
SCOTTS EMULSION overcomes
bronchitis in an easynatural way.
Its curative 0IL-11000 soothes the
inflamed membranes, relieves the
cold that causes the trouble,,,
and every drop helps to
strengthen your lungs.
Alt Druggists Have It
1,444 REFuse suarrnvyrs
nc......rArroastaxvon.
should haie ordered tonight. Come
upstairs."
"All right," he said: "But have
to ask you to go first. You know the
His right hand sought the pock-
et inthich the revolvee had fallen.
"You honor my poor and drafty
house," said Mr. Magee. "This way."
He motuated the stairs. After him
followed the youth of flashy habili-
ments, looking fearfully about him as
he went. He seemed surprised that
they came to Magee'S room without in-
cident. Inside, Mr. Magee drew up an
easy chair before the fire and offered
his guest a cigar.
"You must be cold," he said. "Sit
here:, 'A bad nightestrangere as they
remark in stories,"
"You've said it," replied the young
man, accepting the cigar. "Thanks."
He walked to the door leading into the
hall and opened it about a foot. "I'm
afraid," he explained ,jocosely, "we'll
get to talking and mise the breakfast
bell." He 'Oopped info the chair and
lighted his cigar at a candle end. "Say,
you never can tell. "ean you? Climbing
up. old Baldpate I thought to myself
that hotel 'certainly makes the Sahara
'desert look like it cozy corner. Amd
,here you are, as snug and cotnfortable
and. at home as if you were in a Har-
lem flat You never .can tell. And
what now? The story of my life?"
' "You might relate," Mr. Magee told
him, "that portion of it that has led
you trespassing on a gentleman seek-
ing seclusion at Baldpate inn."
"Trespassing, eh?" said the young
Man. -"Far be it from me, to quarrel
ivith a min who smokes as good
tigers as you do. but tbere's soniething
I haven't quite doped out. Thatle-
who's trespassing me or you?" -
"My hight here," said Mr. Magee, "is
indisputable." •
"It's -a big word," replied the other,
"but you can tack it to my right here
and tell no lie We can't dispute, so
let's drop the matter. With that set-
tled I'm encouraged to pour out the
story of why you see me here tonight,
far from the madding. crowd. Have
you a stray tear?'. You'll need, it It's -
a sad, touching story, concerned with
haberdashery and a trusting heart,
and a fair woman -fair, but, oh, how
falser'
'Proceed," laughed Mr. Magee.
an adriiirer of the vivid imagination.
Don't curb yours, I beg of you."
"It's all straight," said the other in
a hurt tone. "Every word true. My
name is Joseph Bland. My profession,
until love entered my life, was that
.of haberdasher and outfitter. In the
city of Renton, fifty miles from here.
I taught _the Beau Brummels of the
thoroughfares What was doing in Lou-
don in the necktie line. I sold them
coats with padded shoulders and col-
lars high and awe inspiring. I was
happy, twisting a. piece of silk over
my hand to show them_ bow it would
look on their heaving bosoms. And
then -she came."
Mr. Bland puffed on his ngar.
"Yes," he said, "Arabella Sparkled on
the horizon of my life. When I have
been here in the quiet for about two
centuries, maybe I can do Justice to
her beauty. I won't attempt to de-
scribe her now. I loved her -madly.
She said 1 made a bit with her. I
spent on her the profits of my haben;
dashery. I whispered -marriage. She
didn't scream. I had, my wedding
necktie picked out from the samples
of a drummer from Troy.
"From here on -the tear 1 evoke of,
please. There flashed on the scene a
man she had known and loved in Jer-
sey City. I said flashed. He did -just
that. A swell dresser -say, he had
John Drew beat by two mauve neck-
ties and a purple frock coat. I had a
haberdashery back of me. No use.
He outdressed me. I saw that Arabel-
-la's love foe me was waning. With
his chamois gloved hands that new
guy fanned the ancient flame."
He paused. Emotion -or the smoke
of the cigar -choked him.
"Let's make the sbort story shorter,"
he said. "She threw me down...In my
baberdashery I thought it over. I was
blue, bitter. I resolved on a dreadful
step. In tbe night I wrote her a let-
ter and carried itdoivn to the box and
posted it. Life without Arabella. said
the letter, was Shakespeare with Ham-
let left out • It hinted at the river,
carbolic acid, revolvers. Yes;, I post-
ed it. And then" -
"Aad then," urged Mr. Magee.
Mr. Bland felt tenderly of the horse-
shoe pin ha his purple be.
"This is just between us," he said.
"At that point. the trouble began. It
came from My beteg naturally a very
brave man. I could have died -easy.
The brave thieg was to live. To go
on day after day devoid of Arabella-
say', that took courage. I wanted to
try it. I'm ,a courageous man, as I -
say." •
"You seem so," Mr. Magee agreed.
"Lion hearted," assented Mr. Bland.
"I determined to show my nerve and,
live. But there was My letter to Ara-
bella. • I feared she wouldn't appeeti
date my bravery. Women are dull
sometimes. It came to me maybe she
would be hurt if I didn't keep MY
word and die. So I had tor -disappear.
I had a friend mixed up in affairs at
Baldpate. No; I can't give- his name.
I told him my story. He was impress-
ed by my. whit. as You have been.
He gave rae a key he had -:the key ot
the door opening from the east veran-
da into' the dining room. So I ,eame
up here. 1 came -here to be alone, to
forgive and forget, to be forgot. And
maybe to plan a new haberdashery in
distant parts."
"Was it your wedding necktie," ask-
ed Ma Magee, "that you threw into
the safe when you saw we coming?"
"No," replied Mr. Bland, sighing
deeply. W"A package of letters, writ-
ten to 'Me by Arabella at various
times. I want to forget 'em. If I kept
them on hand I might look at them
from time to time. My great courage
might give way. You might find MY
body on the stairs. That's why 1 lifd
them," •
Mr. Magee laughed and stretched
forth his hand.
-Believe me," he said, "your touch-
ing confidence in me will not be be-
trayed. I congratulate you on your
narrative power. You want my story.
Why am I here? 1 am not sure that
It is worthy to follow yours. But it
has its good points -as I have thought
it out."
He went over to the table and pick-
ed up a popular novel upon which his
gaze had rested while the haberdasher
spun his fabric of love and gloom. On
the cover was a picture of a very dash-
ing maiden.
"Do you see that girl?" he asked.
"She is beautiful, is she not? pven
Arabella in her most splendid !mo-
ments could get a few points from her,
I fancy. Perhaps you are not familiar
with the important part such a picture
plays in the success of a novel today. -
The truth is, however, that the noble
art of fiction writing has come to lean
more -and more beavily on its illustra-
tors. The mere words that go with
the pictures grow less important every' -
day. There are dozens of distinguish-
ed novelists in the country - at this
moment who might be haberdashers if
It weren't for the long, lean, haughty.
ladieswho are scatteretio tastefully
through'their works.".
Mr. Bland -stirred uneasily.
"I can see you are at loss to know
what my search for seclusion and pri-
vacy has to do with •all this," contin-
ued Mr. Magee. "I am an artist. For
years I have drawn these lovely ladles
who make fictionsalable to the Masses-.
Many a novellet owes his motorcar and
his country house to my brush. i Two
months ago I determined to give up:11-
lustration forever and devote my time
to painting. I turned any back on the
novelists. Can you imagine what hap-
pened?'
"My imagination's a little tired,"
apologized Mr. Bland.
"Never mind. tell you. Tbelend-
ing authors whose work I had eo long
illustrated saw ruin staling them in
the face. They came to me on tbeir
knees, figuratively. They begged. They
pleaded. In order to' escape thein and
their really pitiful pleadings 1 had to
flee. I happened to have a friend in-
volved in the management of Bald:Pate
inn. I am not at liberty to glve,his
name. He gave me a key. Bo here T-
am. I rely on you 'tet keep my secret.
If you perceive a novelist in the dis-
tance lose no time in warning me."
Mr. Magee paused, chuckling haward-
ly. He stood looidng down at the
lovelorn -haberdasher. The latter got
to his feet and solemnly took Mageeg
hand.
"I-I--ob, well, you've got me beat
a mile, old man," he said.
"You don't mean to say"- began the
hurt Magee. •
"Oh, that's all right," Mr. Bland
sured him. "I believe every word Of
it. It's all as real as the haberdash-
ery tome. ru keep my eye peeled for
novelists. What gets me is, when you
boil our two fly by night stories down,
I've come here to be alone. You want
to be alone. We can't be alone here
together. One of us must clear out"
"Nonsense." answered Billy Magee.
ern be glad to have you here. Stay
as long as you like."
The haberdasher looked Mr. Magee
fully in the eye, and the latter was
startled by the hostility he saw in the
other's face.
"The point is," said Mr. Bland, "1
.
don't want you here. Why? Maybe
because you recall beautiful names -
on book covers -and in that way, Ara-
bella, Maybe -but what's tbe use? I
put it simply. I got to be alone -alone
on Baldpate mountain. I won't put
you out tonight" -
"See here, my friend," cried Mr. Ma-
gee, "your grief has turned your head.
You won't put roe out tonight or to-
morrow. I'm here to stay. You're
welcome to do the same, if you like.
But you stay -with me. 1. know you
are, a man of- courage. but it would
take at least ten men of courage to
put me out of Baldpate inn."
They stood eying each other for a
moment. Bland's thin lips twisted into
a sneer. "We'll see," be said. "We'll
settle all that in the morning." His
tone took on a more friendly, aspect.
'I'm going to pick out a downy couch
ill one of these rooms," he said, "and
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r
lay rne aown to steep. hay, I: WW1
greet a blanket like e long lost friend."
Mr. Magee proffered some of the Cov-
ers that • Quimby had given !din and
accompanied Mr. Bland to suit 10,
across the hill. With a brisig good
night -Mr. Magee returned to No. 7.
But he made no move toward the
chilly brass bed in the inner room.
Instead he sat a long time by the fire.
He reflected on the events of his first
few hours in that supposedly.uninhab-
ited solitude where be was to be alone
with his thoughts. He pondered the
way and manner of the flippant young
than who posed as a lovelorn haber-
dasher and under whose tipptiney
there was certainly an air of host -Mitt
Who was Ander -Rutter, down in Bela -
ton? What did the young man mean
when he asked it he sbould "close up
shop?" Who was "he" from whom
came the orders, and, most important
of all, what was in the package now
resting in the great safe?
Mr.' Magee smiled: Was this the
stuff of which solitude was made?'
He threw off his dressing gown and
began to unlace his shoes.
"There has been too much crude
metodrama in my novels,". he reflected.
"It's so easy to write. But I'm going
to get away from all that up here. I'm
going" -
Mr. Magee paused, with one shoe
poised in his hand. i'For from below
came the sharp crack of a. pistol, fol-
lowed by the crash of breaking glass.
c HAPTER IV.
Blonds and Suffragettes.
R. MAGEE slipped into his
dressing gown, seized a candle
and, like the boy in the nursery
rime with one shoe off and one
shoe on, ran into the hall. All was
silent and dark below. He descended
to the landing andistood there, bolding
the candle high above his head,. if
threw a dim light as far as the bottom
of the steirs,sbut quickly lost_ the bat-
tle with the shadows that lay beyond.
"Hello!" the voice of Bland, the
haberdasher, came out of the black-
ness. "The Goddess of Liberty, as I
live! What's your next imitation?"
"There seems to be something do-
ing,", said Mr. Magee.
Mn Bland came into the light, par-
tially disrobed, his revolver in his
hand.
"Somebody trying to get in by the
_front door," be explained. "X shot at
him to scare him away. Probably one
of your novelists."
"Or Arabella," remarked Mr. Magee,
coming down.
"No," answered Bland. "I distinct-
ly saw it derby hat"
With Mr. Magee descended the yel-
low candlelight, and, brushing aside
the shadows of the hotel office, it re-
vealed a mattress lying on the floor
close to the clerk's desk, behind which
stood the safe. On the mattress was
the bedding Magee had presented to
the haberdasher, hastily thrown back
by the lovelorn one on rising.
"You prefer to sleep down here,"
Mr. Magee commented.
"Near the letters of Arabella-yes,"
replied Bland. His keen eyes met Ma -
gee's. There was a challenge in them.
Mr. Magee turned, and the yellow
light of the candle fliciteree -early over
the great front door. Even as he looked
at it, the door was pushed open, and
a queer figure of a man stood framed
against a background of glittering
snow. Mr. Eland's arm flew up,
"Don't shoot'!" cried Magee.
"No, please don't," urged the man
in the doorway. A beard, a pair of
round, owlish spectacles, and two ri-
diculous earmuffs, left only a sugges-
tion of face here and there. "I have
every rigbt here, I assure yodi even
though my arrival Is somewhat 111.11C0/1-
ventional. See -I have the key." He
held up a large- brass key that was
the counterpath a thebne Hal Bentley
had bestowed upon Mr. Magee in that
elub on far-off Forty-fourth street.
"Xeys to burn," routtered Mr. Bland
sourly.
"I hear no 111 will with regard to
o thenhantlanie'haYnnte9.4.Whod4Maere
lie room cur his derby hat addtruntallal
ly regarded a bole through tbe crow*.
His bald head seemed singularly frank
and naked above a face Of so many.
disguises. "It is only natural that
men alone on a mountain should defend tfiemselves from invaders at 21
ID the morning. My escape was nava
row, but there is no ill will."
He blinked about him, his breath a
white cloud in the cold room.
"Life. young gentlemen." he remark-
ed, setting down his bag and leaning
a green umbrella against it. "has the
surprises even at sixty-two. Last
night I was ensconced by my own li-
brary fire, preparing a paper on the
Pagan renaissance. Tonight I am eue
He Ruefully Recorded a Hole Throgk
the Grown,
Baldpate mountain„ with a perforatioa
in my hat."
Mr. Bland shivered, •irm going back
to bed," he said'in disgust
"Firsts" went on the -gentleman with
the perforated- derby, "permit Inc to
liitroduce =pelf. I inn Paofesser
Thaddeus Sotto* and I hold the chair
of comparative literature in a. big 'east-
ern university." -
Ma Magee took the raittened hand
of the professor.
"Glad to see you, I'm sure," be seld.
"My name * Magee. This is Mr.Bland
-he is .impetuous, but estimable 1
trust you will forgive his OrSt salute.
Witare a bullet anumg gentlemen? It
seeing to me that set extilanatkens may
be lengtby and this room is -very told,
we would do well Urge up to my roome
where there is a fireP
-"Delighted," cried the Old Mahe
:Ire. I long to see one. Let the gn to
your roetti br all means."
Mr. Bland sulkily stalked to his mat-
tress and. secured a gayly colored bed
unlit, which he wound about his thin
form.
4
"But I am not here to apologiz-e tom
my apparel, RIG 1? :fluidly. You *MS
d.
saying to yourselves 'Why is he hater:
pecumfessolaagthigeonnectums"14:ey etlitYtneeecedisita.taIle124."sitivattobi:!tein‘tattsiberti)YnigsintlititSliebsbeewiet:11113timird.'7thw.hebinet7tPgMehtbeeghired:WAteriCefitia'cor
you to go back with me a weeleikths0
them like friskY detached eats ben,
BaW
pate mountain. at this hour.
pate inn? For answer, utsit son
hi:"Anrkeold,,Finooattiteh,-wthey.ealmvael:te,y”seebentris-to
yoll. But I assure yett I found then,
-dreary academie kaleidoscope that .
you. What has brought this &Meta -
flatted -college professor sceerperbigt
from the -Pagan renaissance tid
Yes, that is the question that diaturtint
and gaze at a pleture,from the'in
"I aro seated back of s. desk on lc
Platform in a bare yellow room. .
frontot me, tier on tier, sit a handle*
young -men' In various attitudes nt
attention. I am trying- to tell OM'
something of the ideal poetry 'that
marked the rebirth of the Saxon gen-
lus. They are bered. I-rwelle zealot_
men, in confidence, even the mind of
a -college professor has been known -10
wander at times froro the subjeet in
hand. And then -4 begin to read a
poem -a poem descriptive of a estiman.
dead 600 years and more. Abe gentle-
men"- _ -
He eat erect on. the edge Of his great
cbair. Beek of the thick lenses -of bus-
spaescatcies he had eyes tliat could
ah. '
"This is not an era of romance,'" he `-
said. "Our people grub in the dirt for;
the dollar. Their visions perish. Their
souls grow stale. Yet noav-and *mo-
at most inopportune times, com-es tlre'
llasaa,reveals 10 us the glories that
migbat be
MT. Bland wrapped his gay quilt
-
more securely about him. Mr. Mageee
smiled encouragement on the newest,
raconteur.
"I shall be brief," eontinued Profes-'
sor Bolton. "Heaven knows that ped-.
-agogic room was no place for irisicattie'
nor were those -athletic young men lit!
companions for a soukgone giddy- Xet!
-I lost my head. As J read�n there
to amrt3yr years. The
Thgloeve6otedbasdp not
returned heart
kof1:1°.hwe:hiairn f°: , .
Her yellow Mem, crisped like gOiden wy 4.
About her shoulders were lease& SIInd...
And I saw, as in a dream;-ahera, I can'.
trust you, gentlemen-egirl 1 suppose
I had forever forgotten: _lit the,
and dust of my later:en:etre, I
go rther into the Wattage
r is black.
(Continued next week)
Children
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CASTOFAIA
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