New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-01-05

course How are YOU? Glad to see YOU His air was
that Of one who had known this Quimby intimately III
many odd corners of the world.
The older man did not reply, but regarded Magee
wonderngly through white puffs of smoke his lace
was kindly gentle, Intellectual; he seemed to lack tc
final punch that sends men over the line to success.
This was evident in the way his necke hung, the way
his thin hands 1uttercd.
~Yes,' he admitted at last, eyes, I'm Quimby
Magee threw back his coat, and sprayed Mrs QuiIl-
bv's immaculate floor with snow.
I'm Mageer he explained again, "Willam HaIo"-
eli Magee the man Hal Bentley wrote to you about
You got his letter, didn't you;
Ouimbv removed his pipe and forgot to close the
aperure as he stared in amazcment. Good Lord. ne
cred "You don't you've really come. -
~What better proof could you ask, said Magee flip
pantlv "than my presence in your midst;
"Why," stammcrcd Quimby "we-we thought II was
Hal Bentley has his humorous moments, agreed
Mage; "but it isn't his habit to fling his ests into
Upper Asquewan Falls. -,
81. Yes" said Nagcc brightly slipping into rocking
chair "Yes, I'm going to spend the next '"w months
"' Mrs. DUMMY, who seemed to have settled into a
stout little mound Of a woman through standing TOO
long in the warm presence OF her stove came forward
and inspected Nlagcc "Of all things. she murmurcd
ITS closed, cxpostuatcd Quimby "he IN IS closed
'' 81 know it's closed" smiled Magce That's the
very reason I'm going to honor it with my presence
I'm sorry TO take YOU out on night Ike TINS; Dut Il
have to ask YOU to lead up to Baldpate. believe
tboso we're Hal Bcntcv's instructions-n the letter.
OUNIBY lowered above Magce, shirt-sleeyed
" statue Of honest American manhood lie scowied
Excuse plain question, Young man. ne Nld' puV
what are YOU hiding from;
Mrs DUMMY in the ncighborhood Of the stove,
paused to hear the reply.
Billy Nagcc laughed. I'm not hiding, he SAID
aDidn't Bentley cxplaino Well I'll try to; though I'm
not sure you'll understand. Sit down, MIR. Qulmby.
You are not take it, the sort Of man TO follow closely
the light and frivolous literature OF the day:
"What's that" inquired Quimby.
~Vo, don't read continued Nlagcc. "thc sort Of
novels that are sold by the pound in the department
stores Now if YOU had daughter, fluffy daughter
nscparablc from q hammock in the summer, she could
helm me explain You -cc write those noycls,-Wlld,
thrilling tales for the tired business mans tired wife
shots in the night cha-cs after fortunes, Cupid busy
with his arrows al over the place IT. good iun ana
ike 10 do it. There money in 1t.
as there" asked Quimby, with show OF interest.
considerable" replied Magcc. But now and then
get longing to DO something that will make the critics
sit up. the real thing, You know The other DAY
rrL.t ND "a newspaper and found my latest brain child
,J,rtiai MS the best fall novel Magcc ever wrote.
II go, on my nerves. felt Ike literary drcssmaker
and could s,c my public LAYING down my fall novel and
signing for my early spring styles m hc,Ion remcin-
lr,f that once upon time critic advised me 20 60
AWAY for ten years 20 some quiet spot and think /
decided 20 DO II. BtlIpatc Inn Is the quiet spot.
You don't mean. gspcd Quimby, that you're go
ing 20 stay there ten years,
Bic you. no." said Nagcc Critics cXaggcrate.
Two months will DO. They say | am cheap, mcIo-
drama,i. r4n,cr They say don't go deep. They say
my thinking process Is q scream. I'm afraid they're
right Now. I'm going 90 60 mp to Balipatc Inn ana
think I'm going 20 get away from mco!uua. m
,,ir, 20 DO ID move, $50 fine and literary that Henry Ca
bot Lodge will come 90 with tears IN his eyes and
ask me- 90 join his bunch of -clt-malc lmm"r'tls. m
going 20 do All This up there %, B"ap"'' Inn .i',iiE
lonesome on the mountain and Looking down on this
'.,'. ,'f world as love looked down from olympus.