Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-19
BY EARL DERR Bl0oERS
Copyright by Bobbs- Merrill Coz

replied. II fell asleep and dreamed
of a girl who wept in railway SD
tion-and she was so altogether
charming l could not tear myself
away"
81 fear" she laughed, you are old
in the ways of the world. A passion
for sleep seems to have seized the
hermits. The professor has gone to his
room for that purpose. And Mr..
Bland, his broken heart forgot, SUM
bers over there" She pointed to the
haberdasher inert in a big chair
drawn up near the clerks desk
"Only you and l in all the world
awake"
pretty lonesome, isn't it?" Mr..
Magee glanced over his shoulder at
the shadows that crept in on them.
IT was finding it very busy when
you came" she answered. you see,
I have known the inn when 1t was
gay with summer people. and as 1 sat
here by the fire / pretended / saw the
ghosts Of lot of the people l knew
fitting about In the dusk. The rock
ing chair fleet sailed by"
1.-THE what?'
'BlaclS flag flying decks cleared
| for action-I saw the rocking chair
| fleet go by" She smiled family.
1--WE always called them that Bitter,
| unkind old women who sat hour after
| hour on the veranda, and rocked and
gossiped, and gossiped and rocked.
| All the old women in the world seem
to gather at summer hotels. And, oh,
the cruel mouths the fleet had-just
| thin lines of mouths-I used to look
at them and wonder II anyone had
ever kissed Them
| The girls eyes We're very large and
4 tender in the freight
| And | saw some poor little ghosts
weeping in corner" she went on;
"a few that the fleet had run down
and sunk in the sea of gossip. A
little ghost whose mother had not
| been all she should have been, and
the fet found it out, and rocked, and
whispered and she went away And
a lew who We're poor--the most ter
rible of sins-to1 them the fleet showed
no mercy. And a fine proud girl.
Myra Thornhill, who was engaged to
a man named Kendrick, and who
never dared come here again after
kendrick suddenly disappeared. be-
cause of the whispered dishonoPs the
heet heaped upon his head"
What wicked women!' said Magee.
The wickedest women in the
world, answered the girl. But every
summer resort must have its fleet.
doubt II any other had its admiral
though-and that makes Baldpate
supreme"
TITS admiral?"
es. He isn't really that, I i'm
agine-sort of d vice, or an assistant
or Whatever 1t Is, long ago retired
from the navy. Every summer he
comes here, and the place revolyes
ABOUT MIN. It's all so funny ! won.
! DER II any other crowd attains ,sucf
/ heights OF snobbishness as that at q
, summer resort? It's the admiral this
and the admiral that, from the mo.
. ment he enters the door. NearlS
every day the manager of Baldpatt
/ mas a new picture of the adrnira
taken, and hangs 1t here In the hotel
III show them to you when it's light
. Ihere's one over there by the desk
OF the admiral and the manager to-
gether, and the manager has thrown
MS arm carelessly over the admiral.
shoulder with See how well I know
MIN written all over his stupid face
On, what snobs they are!"
And the fieetY' asked Mr.. Magee
: Worships him. They fish all da,
. Tor a smile from him They keel
2 track of his goings and comings. an.
! when he is in the cardroom nlavin,
ms SHY old game of solitaire they rui
Gown tneir victims In subdued tones
SO as not to disturb him.
nat an interesting place." salt
Mr. MaEee. Il must visit Baldpat