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f )QE professor looked op
I I I bis grlddlecalces.
III "Why limit It to the coon-
' ' tjT' be asled. "I tboolo maj
you were too pardmoalotu In your d!d for me. did for my oath.
Mrt. Quimby. detecting lo the old
coma's words a compliment, Conned an
even deeper red as she beat above tue
"It's so seldom anything really nnp
peos aronnd here." she said. "1 Just
been hungering for news of the strange
goings on up there. And I most say
Qui in by ain't been none too newsy on
the subject. 1 threatened to come op
and Join In the proceedings myself, es
pecially when I heard shoot the book
writing coot Providence bad sentyoo."
"You would bare found os on the
porch with ontstretcbed arms. JJr.
21 a gee assured her.
It was on Kendrick that Mrs. Qui ru
by showered her attentions, and when
the group rose to seek the station,
amid a consultation of watches that
recalled the commuter who rises at
dawn to play tg with a flippant train,
Mr. Magee beard her say to the rail
road man in a heartfelt aside:
"I don't know as I cnn ever thank
yon enough. Mr. Kendrick. for putting
new hope into Quimby. You'll never
understand what It means when yoo
hare given up and jour life seems all
done and wasted, to bear that there's
a chance left."
"Won't IT' replied Kendrick warmly.
"Mrs. Quimby. it will make me a very
happy man to give your busband bis
The first streaks of dawn were In
the sky when the berrolts of Baldpate
filed through the gate into the road,
waving goodby to Quimby and bis
wife, who stood In their door-yard for
In the station Mr. Jhsce encounter
ed an old friend be of the mop of
ginger colored hair. The man who had
coinplnined of the slow ne.s of the vil
lage Razed with wide eye at Magee.
-I figured." he said, "that yon'd
rone this way again. Well. I must
far you ve put a little lire into mis
place. If I'd known when I saw you
here the other night all the exciting
things yon bad up your sleeve I'd
I gone right op to Baldpate with you."
i -Bnt I hadn't anything up my
sleeve." protested Magee.
"Maybe. replied the agent, winking
There's some pretty giddy stories go-
lug around about the carryings on op
at Baldpate shots fired and strange
lights flashing. Doggone it! The only
thing that's happened here In years,
and I wasn't in on It. I certainly wlah
you'd put me wise to it."
Two drooping figures entered the sta
tion the mayor and bis faithful Hen
tenant. Max. The dignity of the for
mer bad faded like a flower, and the
same withered simile might have been
applied wilb equal force to the accus
tomed Jaontineaa of Loo.
They filed out opon the platform.
Mr. Magee carrylnc Mrs. Norton's lug
gage amid ber effusive thanks. On
the platform waited a stranger equip
ped for travel. It was Mr. Max who
made the discovery.
"By the Lord Harryr he cried. "It's
toe hermit of Baldpate mountain
And so It was, bis beard gone, bis
hair clumsily backed, bis body garbed
In, the height of an old and ludicrous
fashion. bis face set bravely toward
' rh cirie once more.
"Tes." be said, "I walked the floor,
thinking it all over. I knew It would
happen, and it has. The winters are
hard, and the sight of you it was too
much. The excitement, the talk it
to her back to Brooklyn
y one to you." growled Car-
replied Mr. reters. "Very
likely, if she's feellns that way. I
hope so. I ain't airing tip the hermit
Job altogether III come hack in the
summers to my postcard business.
There's money in It if It's handled
right But I've spent my last winter
on that lonesome bill."
"As author to author. asked Magee.
"how about your bookT'
"There won't be any mention of
that." the hermit predicted, "in Brook
lyn. I've packed It away. Maybe 1
cnn work on it summers If she doesn't
come up here with me and insist on
running my hermit business for me. I
hope sho won't It would sort of put a
crimp in it but if she wants to 1 won't
refuse. And maybe that book'Il never
get done. Sometimes as I've sat In
my shack at night and rend It's come
to me that all the greatest works since
the world began have been those that
never got finished."
The Reuton train roared np to them
through the gray morning and paused
Impatiently at Upper Asqnewnu Falls.
Aboard It clambered the hermits, ama
teur and professional. Mr. Magee
from the platform waved goodby to
the agent standing forlorn In the sta
tion door. He watched the building
nntil It wns only a blur in the dawn.
A kindly feeling for It was Ir his
benrt. After oTT. it nad teen in fhe
waiting room Then be started for
the smoker. On bis way be paused
at the seat occupied by the ex-hermit
of Baldpate and fised his eyes on the
pale blue necktie Mr. Peters had resur
rected for his return to the world of
"Pretty, ain't It?" remarked the her
mit, seeing whither Mr. Magee s gaze
drifted. "She picked If 1 didn't ex
actly like it when she first gave It to
me. but I see my mistake now. I'm
wearing It home as a sort of a white
flag of truce or almost white. Lo
you know. Mr. Magee. I'm somewhat
nervous about what I'll say when 1
come 'into her presence again about
my inaugural address, you might put
It What would be your conversation
on sucb an occasion? If you'd been
away from a wife for five years what
would you say when you drifted
"That would depend." replied Magee.
"on the amount of time she allowed
me for my speech."
"You've bit the nail on the bead." re
plied Mr. Peters admiringly. "She's
quick. She's like lightning. She won't
now the heart"
Kendrick leaned closer. His breath
came with a noisy quickness that
brought the fact of bis breathing ln
sisteutly to Magee's mind.
"I never knew bow It was played,
Something told Mr. Magee that he
ought to rise and drag Kendrick awny
from that table. Wbyt Ho did not
know. Stilt. It ought to be done. But
the look In Kendrlck's eyes showed
clearly that the proverbial wild horses
could not do It then.
"Tell me how It's played." went on
Kendrick. trying to be calm.
"You must be getting old." replied
the mayor. "The admiral told me the
young men at his club never took any
Interest In bis game. 'Solitaire. he
says to me. "Is an old man's trade.
It's a great game. Mr. Kendrick."
"A great game," repeated Kendrick.
"Tea. It's a great game." His tone
was dull. "I want to know bow It's
played." be said again.
"The six of clubs." reflected the
mayor, throwing down another card.
"Say. she's One now. There ain't
much to It You use two decks, exact
ly alike, shuffle 'em together the eight
of hearts, the Jack of aay. that's
greatl Tou lay the cards down here
Just as they come, like this"
n paused. His huge nana neia a
giddy pasteboard. A troubled look
was on his face. Then be smiled hap
pily and went on In triumph.
"And then you build. Mr. Kendrick."
be said, "the reds and the blacks. Yon
hniid the blacks on the left and the
reds on the tight Do you get roe?
Then say, what's the matter?"
For Kendrick had swayed and al
most fallen on the admiral's game
the game that bad once Bent a man to
"Go on!" be said, bracing. "Noth
ing's the matter. Go on! Build, dash
It build r
The mayor looked at him a moment
In surprise, then continued.
"Now the king." he muttered, "now
the ace. We're on the home stretch,
going strong. There. It's finished, it's
come out right A great game. 1 tell
Professor Bolton pnshed open the
smoker door and sat down.
Cargan leaned back. Kendrlck's fever
rpllowwl face was like a bronze mask
Mis eyes were' fiercely on the table and
the two decks of cords that lay there.
"And when you've finished." be point
ed. "When you've finished"
Mr. Cargan picked up the deck on
"All black." be said, "when the game
comes out right"
"And the other?" Kendrick persisted
softly. He pointed to the remnlning
deck. A terrible smile of understand-
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Cuticura Ointment. Continue until
whole scalp has been gone over.
2cxl morning shampoo with Cuti-
; cura Soap. Shampoos alone may
; he used as often as agreeable, but
once or twice a month is generally
sufficient for this special treatment
. for women's hair.
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give me any time if she can help
That's why I'd like to have a wonder
ful speech all reudy something that
would bold her spellbound and tongue
tied until 1 finished. It would take
literary classic to do that"
"What you want" laughed Magee,
"Is a speech'with the runch."
"Exactly." agreed Mr. Peters.
guess 1 won't go over to Brooklyn the
minute I hit New lork. 1 guess I'll
study the lights along the big street
and brush elbows with the world a bit
before I reveal myself to her. Maybe
If I took In a few shows but don'
think I won't go to ber. My mind is
made np. And I guess she'll be glad
to see me too. In her way. 1 got to
fix it with ber. though, to come back
to my postcard trade in the summers.
I wonder what she'll say to that. May
be she could stay at the Inn under an
assumed name while 1 was bermiting
np at the shack."
He laughed softly.
Then Mr. Magee went forward Into
the smoking car. Long rows of red
plush seats, unoccupied save for the
mayor and Max. greeted bis eye. lie
strolled to where they sat about half
way down the car, and lighted an after
Max slouched In the unresponsive
company of a cigarette on one side of
the car; across the aisle the mayor of
Reuton leaned heavily above a card
table placed between two seats. He
was playing solitaire.
Magee looked on, only half Interest
ed. Then suddenly bis Interest grew.
He watched the mayor build In two
piles; he saw that the deck from which
be built was thick. A weird suspicion
shot across bis mind.
"Tell me," be asked, "is this the ad
mini's gurne of solitaire?"
"Exactly what I was going to ask."
said a voice. Magee looked up. Ken'
drick bad come in and stood now above
the table. His tired eyes were upon It
fascinated; his lips twitched strangely.
"Yes." stiswered tLe mayor, "this Is
the admiral's game. You'd hardly ex
pect me to know It, would you? I
don't bang out at the swell clubs
where the admiral does. They won't
have me there. But once I took the
admiral on a public service Ixrird with
me one time when I ws e l a lot of
dignity and no brains prt-.y bad and
be sort of come back by teaching me
bit game In the long dull hours when
w had Holding lo do but erve the
public. Tle Ihing gi ts a bold on you
ojov'jow, Lei see wow the spade- '
"Fad. What else could it bar All red."
Ing drew bis thin lips taut "And the
other. Mr. Cargan?"
"Red." replied Cargan. "What else
could it be? All red."
He picked It up and shuffled through
it to prove his point Kendrick turned
like a drunken man and staggered back
down the aisle. Magee rose and hur
ried after him. At the door he turned.
and the look on bis face caused Magee
Miss Evtlyn Rhodas, Reporter.
heard?" he said helplessly.
My God! It's funny. Isn't
He laughed hysterically,
nd drawing out his bandker
ciitcr passed It across his forehead. "A
pleasant thing to think about a pleas
ant thing to remember."
i thought I'd Join you." said Pro
fessor Bolton. "Why, David, what Is
it wnats the matter?"
"Nothing." replied Kendrick wildly
mere a nothing the matter. Let me
by please." He crossed the swaying
pjatrorm and disappeared Into the otb
ine tram slowed down at a small
yellow station. Mr. Magee peered out
the window, "noonerstown." h rnl
-Keuion Jen Miles." He saw Mr.
Max get up and leave the car.
noiselessly Mar returned to the
group and stood silent bis eyes wide.
nis yellow face pitiful, the fear of a
dog about to be whipped in bis every
"Jim." he cried. "Jim! Tou got to
get me out of this. You got to stand
Why, what's the matter. Lou?" ask
ed the mayor In surprise.
Matter enough." whined Max. "Do
you know what's happened! Well, I'll
Mr. Max was thrust aside and re
placed by a train newsboy. Mr. Ma
gee felt thut he should ulwavs remem
ber that boy. bis straw colored bnlr.
bis freckled beaming face, his lips with
their fresh perpetual smile.
All the morning papers, gents." pro
Claimed the boy. "t'et the l.'euton
Star. All about the brliierv."
He held up the piipt-r. It's huge
tavk tiead:.uc4 looked dull ajid old
and soggy. But the story they
wns new and live and startling.
"The Mayor Trnpped." shrilled the
headline. "Attempt to Pass Big Bribe
at Baldpate Inn Foiled by Star Report
er. Uayden of the Suburban Com
mits Suicide to Avoid Disgrace."
"Give me a paper, boy." said the
mayor. "Yes a Star." His voice was
even, his face unmoved. He took the
sheet and studied It vlth an easy
smile. Clinging In fear to his side.
Max read too. At length Mr. Cargan
spoke, looking up at Magee.
"So." he remarked: "so reHrtera.
eh you and yonr lady friend? Re
porters for this lying sheet the Star?"
Mr. Magee smiled up rrom bis own
copy of the paper.
"Not I." be answered, "but my lady
friend yea. It seems she wns Just
that A Star reporter you can call ber
and tell no lie, Mr. Mayor."
It was a good story the story which
the mayor. Max, the professor and Ma
gee read with varying emotions there
In the smoking car. The (,'rt bad serv
ed her employers well, and Mr. Ma
gee. as he read, felt a thrill of pride
In ber. Evidently tbe employers had
felt that same thrill. For In the cap
tions under tbe pictures, in the head
lines and in a first page editorial, none
of which the girl had written, the
Star spoke admiringly of its woman
reporter who bad done a man'a work
who had gone to Baldpate Inn and bad
brought back a gigantic bribe fund
"alone and unaided."
"Indeed?" smiled Mr. Magee to him
In the editorial on that first page the
triumphant cry of the Star arose to
shatter Its fellows In the heavens. At
last said the editor, the long campaign
which his paper alone of all the Reu
ton papers had waged against a cor
rupt city administration was brought
to a successful close. The victory was
won. How had this been accomplish
ed? Into the Star office had come rn
xors a few days bark of the proposi-d
payment Ot a tng onse nr rne mrt
Baldpate mountain. The paper bad de
cided that one of Its represent rives
must be on the ground. It bad debat
ed long whom to send. Miss Evelyn
Rhodes, its well known special writer,
had got the tip In question: she had
pleaded to go to the inn. The editor,
considering her sex. had stesnly re
fused. Then gradually be bad been
brought to see tbe wisdom of sending
a girl rather than a man. The sex of
the former would put the guilty par
ties under surveillance off guard. So
Miss Rhodes was dispatched to the inn.
Here was her story. It convicted Car
gan beyond a doubt Tbe very money
offered as a bribe was now In the
bands of the Star editor and would be
turned over to Prosecutor Drayton at
bis request AH this under the dis
quieting title. "Prison Stripes For the
The girl's story told how. with one
companion, she had gone to Dpper As
quewan Falls. There was no mention
of the station waiting room nor of the
tears shed therein on a certain even
ing. Mr. Magee noted. She bad reach
ed the Inn on the morning of tbe day
when the combination was to be1
phoned. Bland was already there.
Shortly .after came tbe mayor and
"Yoo got to get me out of this." Ma
gee beard Max pleading over Cargan's
"Keep still!" replied the mayor
roughly. He was rending his copy of
the Star with keen Interest now.
"I've done your dirty work for years.'
whined Max. "Who puts on tbe rub
ber shoes and sneaks up dark alleys
hunting votes among the garbage.
while you do tbe Old Glory stunt on
Main street? 1 do. You got to get
me out of this. It may mean Jail. 1
couldn't stand that I'd die."
A horrible parody of a man's rent
fear was in bis face. The tnayor shook
himself as though he would be rid
forever of the coward banging on tus
"Hush up. can't you?" he said. "I'll
see you through."
"You got to." Lou Max walled.
Miss Rhodes' story webt on to tell
bow Hay den refused to phone tbe com
bination: bow tbe mayor and Max dy
namited the safe and secured tbe pre
cious package, only to lose it In an
other moment to a still different con
tingent at tbe Inn; bow Hayden bad
come, of- his suicide when he found
that bis actions were in danger of ex
posure "a bitter smile for Kendrick
In tha't" reflected Magee and how
finally, through a strange series of ac
cidents, the money came into the
bands of the writer for the Star.
These accidents were not given in de
tail. "An amusing feature of tbe whole
affair." said Miss Evelyn Rhodes, "was
the presence at tbe Inn of Mr. Wil
liam Hallowell Magee. the New York
writer of light fiction, who had come
there to escape the distractions ot a
great city,, and to .work in tbe soli-
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He tells of existence and of men
ha has found them from the Beriu
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The axperiencea ef hi eharaeW.
have been his own. That is wh
makes them real men.
Add to his contact with life and K
capacity of keeping vivid imprt;,
ef it a power to make hit readers raj
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Few living men equal London it
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revealing a life in a chapter.
When you finish a London etory yea
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They are living, breathing, feeling,
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Jack London it only thirty-tight
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Ho left college to go to the Klondike,
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In "The Abysmal Brute" he hat cho
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tUiie. nijil u l:o iiiiiiiiU.'iSely on his :tr
rival became involved in the surpris
ing drumu of Baldpate."
"I'm uu amusing feature.", reflected!
"Mr. Magee." continued Miss Rhodes,
"will doubtless be uuc of the state's
chief witnesses when the case against
Cargan comes to trial, as will also Pro
fessor Thaddeua Molt on. holder of the
Craudall chair of comparative litem
ture at Reuton university, and David
Kendrick. formerly of the Suburban
but who retired sis years aco to take
up bis residence abroad. The latter
two went to the inn to represent
Prosecutor Drayton and made every
effort la their power to secure ' the
package of money from the reporter
for title Star, not knowing ber connec
tion with the afTair."
"Well. Mr. Ma?ee?" asked. Professor
Bolton, layinjr down the paper which
he bad been perusing at n distan-e of
about an inch from Lis nose.
"Once again, professor." laughed Ma
gee. "reporters have entered your life."
The old man sighed.
"You got to get me out of this." Max
was still telling the mayor.
"For God's sake." cried Cargan.
"shut up and let me think!" He sat
for a moment staring at one place, his
face still lacking all emotion, but bis
eyes a triMe narrower tban before.
"You haven't got me yet'" he cried,
standing up. "Ry the eternal. I'll light
to the last ditch, and I'll win. I'll
show Drayton he can't play this game
on me. I'll show the Star. That dirty
sheet has bounded me for years. I'll
put it out of business. And I'll send
the reformers bowling Into the alleys,
sick of the fuss they started them
selves." "Perhaps." said Professor Bolton,
"but only after the fight of your life,
"I'm ready for It!" cried Cargan. "1
ain't down and out yet. But to think
a woman a little bit of a girl 1 could
have put in my pocket It's nil a big
joke. I'll beat them. I'll show them.
The games far from played out. I'll
win. and if I don't"
He. crumbled suddenly into his seat
his eyes on that unpleasant line about
"Prison Stripes For the Mayor."
"If I don't." he stammered pitifully,
"well, they sent iilm to an Island at
the end. The reformers got Napoleon
at the last. I won't be alone in that."
At this unexpected sight of weak
ness In his hero. Mr. Max set up m re
newed babble of fenr at his side. The
train was In the Reuton suburbs nnw
At a neat little station It slowed down
to a stop nnd a florid policeman en
tered the smoking car. Cargau look
"Hello. Dan. he said. His voice
was lifeless; the oldtlme ring wa gone
The pollcemau removed his helmet
and shifted It nervously.
"I taought I'd tell yon. Mr. Cargan.
he said. "I thonght I'd warn yon.
Yon'd better get off here. There's a
tig crowd In the station at Ronton.
They're waiting for you. sir; they've
heard you're oa this train. Thin lvlnu
newspaper. Mr. Cargan, it s been tell
Ing tales I guess you know about that.
There's a big mob. You better get oft
bere, sir. aud go downtown mi h car."
If the iiMghty Cargan had looked,
limp and beaten for a moment be look
ed that wy ho more. He aloud up
and his head xeenied almost to toncn
the ttMtf o? (lie car. Over that lil
patrolman ho toweivd: his eyes were
cold aud liurd aalu; bis lips curved
In the smile or the master.
"A nil why." he bellowed, "should I
got off here? Tell mo that, Dan."
"Well, sir." replied the embarrassed
copper, "they're ugly. There's no UU.-
"Did yeu hear what he said? A mob!"
ins, what they might do. It's a bad
mob. This newspaper has stirred
'cm up." t
"Ugly, are they?" sneered Cargan.
"Ever seen tho bunch I would go out
of my way for. Dan?"
"I meant It.'aJI right, sir,'.' said Dan
".Is a friend to a man who's been a
friend to me. Xo, I never savr yon
afraid of any bunch yet. but this"
"This." replied Cargan. "is tne tame
old bunch the same lily livered
crowd that I've seen in the ttreetn
since 1 laid the first pariug stone un
der 'em myself iu DI-' ' Afraid of
them? H ! I'd walk through an nt
hill as senrpd as 1 would through that
mob. Thanks for telling meDan. but
Jim Cargan won't be In the mollycod
dle class for a century or two yet."
"Yes. sir." said the patrolman ad
miringly. He turned out of the car.
and the mayor turned to find Lou Max
pale and fearful by his side.
"What ails you now';" be asked.
"I'm afraid:" cried Max. "Did yo
hear what he said? A mob! I satr a
mob once. Never again for roe!" H
tried to smile to pass it off as a plena
ant jest, but ho had to wet bus lips
with his tongue before be could go o.
"Come on. Jim. Get off here. Don't
be a fool.'
The train began to move.
'Get off yourself, you cowardr
sneered Cargau. "Ob. I know you'.
It doesn't take muh to make yonr
stomach shrink. Get off!"
Max eagerly seized bis hat and bsjT-
"I will if you don't miud." lie said.
"See you later at Charlie's." And in
a flash of tawdry attire he was gonf.
The mayor of Reuton no longer sat
limp in his se;ir. That brief moment
of seeming surrender wns put behind
forever. He walked the aisle of the
car. tire in bis eyes, buttle in his liw.rt.
"So they're waiting lor tae. ehV he
said aloud. "Waiting for Jim Car
gan. Now. ain't it rie of them to
come nnrt meet thir mavor?"
tTo Be Continued Next WcdneslaM
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P. Hull, V.-Pret.
W. G. Johnston. A.-Cash.
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