Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-11

dasher, his calling and his tragedy
snatched from him by the humorous
Magee, retired with sullen face into
his bed quilt. Carefully Mr.. Magee
led up to the coming of the man from
Jersey City; in detail, he laid bare
the duel of haberdashery fought IL
the name of the fair Arabella. AS he
proceeded his enthusiasm grew. He
added fine bits that had escaped Mr..
Bland lie pa ted with frecs hand
the picture of tragedy's dark shour;
the note limiting at suicide he gave in
full. Then he told of how his courage
grew again. of how he put the COW
ardice of death behind him, resolved
TO dare all-and live. NIie finished at
last his voice husky with emotion.
Out of the corner of his eye he
glanced triumphantly at Bland. That
gentleman was gazing thoughttully
at the blazing logs.
you did quite right" commented
Professor Bolton, in making up your
mind to live. 1 congratulate you on
your common sense, And perhaps. 3
the wears 90 by, YOU viii realize that
had you married your Arabella you
would not have found life all honey
and roses. She was tickle. unworthy
Of you. Soon you win forget. Youth
--ah, youth throws off IT'S sorrow like
me- And now-the gentleman In the
--cr-ethe bed Guilt Has he. too, a
story?''
Yves, laughed afr. Magee, Tets
hear now from the gentleman IN the
bed quilt Has he, too, story? And
/ If so. what is it?''
He smiled delishtedly into the eyes
OF Bland. What would the ex-habef-
/ dasber do, shorn of his i1ctional ex-
rIanation? Would he rise in his
wrath and denounce the man who
had stolen his Arabella? Mr.. Bland
smiled back. He stood up AND 2
contingency that had not entered
Mr. Mapeess mind came to be.
| Mr. Bland walked calmly to the
/ table, and picked UP poular novel
that lay thereon. On its cover was
the picture. OF very beautiful
| maiden
See that dame?' he inquired or
the professor Sort of makes a man
| sit up and take notice, doesn't she2
/ Even the frost bitten haberdasher
here has got TO admit that in sonle
WAYS she has this Arabella person
Hooking like q faded chrome In your
/ grandmother parlor on a rainy aft
ernoon Ever get any notion, profess
sor. the way a picture like that boosts
| a novel in the busy marts of trade?
/ No? we'll
Mr.. Bland continued. Mr.. Magea
leaned back, overjoyed, in his chair.
Here was a man not to be ANNOYED
by the mere flching of his story.
Here was man with a sense OF
humor--an opponent worthy his foes
best efforts. In his role of a haber-
dasher overcome with woe, Mr.. Ma
gee listened.
II used to paint danes like that"
Bland was saying to the dazed pros
lessor. He explained how his pic
lures had enabled many a novelist
to "eat up the highway in a buzz
wagon" AS he approached the time
when the novelists besieged him, he
gave full play to his imagination.
One, he said. sought out his apart
ments in aeroplane.
Say, professor he finished, ''we're
in the same boat. Both hiding from
| writer's. A fellow that's spent his
life selling neckties-well, he can't
exactly appreciate our situation.
There's what you might call a bond
| between You and me. Dye know.
felt drawn to you, just after l fired.
that first shot. That's why / didn't
blaze away again. We're going To n4|
great frieuds-I can read II in 1IA2|
stars.
i tTo he Continued Tomcrreul