Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-05

that OF who had known this Qu1nby Intimately,
many odd corners of the world.
The older man did not reply, but regarded Magee
wonderngly through white puffs of smoke. His face
was kindly gentle Intellectual; he seemed to lack the
final punch" that sends the line to
This evident in the way his necktie hung the way
his thin hands f1uttered
EYES," he admitted at last, "yes I'm Quimby.7
Magee threw back his coat and sprayed Mrs. Quinn
by's immaculate floor with snow.
I'm Magee' he explained again, "Wiliam Hallow-
ell Magee, the man Hal Bentley wrote to you about.
You got his letter. didn't you?"
Quimby removed his pipe and forgot to close the
aperture as he stared in "Good Lord!' he
cried. "You don't mean-youve really GOMEZ
what better proof could you ask, said N1agee flip
PANTY, "than my presence in your nidst?"
"Why," stammered Quimby, we've thought it was
all joke n., 49,, L.: ,,. 49, o,
Magee; 4but it isn't his habit to fling his jests into
Upper Asquewan Falls"
"And and you're really going to Quimby could
EYES," said Magee brightly, slipping into rocking
chair eyes, I'm going to spend the next Few months
at Baldpate Inn
Mrs Ouimby, who seemed to have settled into a
stout little mound of woman through standing too
long in the presence of her stove forward
and inspected Magee. "Of all things" she murmured.
ats closed expostulated Qumby. The innis closed,
young fellow
a know it's closed smiled N1agee. That's the
very I'm going to honor it with my presence.
I'm sorry to take you out night like this; but II
have to ask you to lead me up to Badpate. l believe
those Hal Bentley's instructions in the letter.
OUIMBY lowered above Magee, a shirt sleeved
~ statue of honest American manhood. He scowled.
Excuse a plain question, young man. he said but
= what you hiding fromo'
Mrs Oumbv, in the neighborhood of the stove,
Billy Magee laughed I'm not hiding he said.
Didn't Bentley explain? WE'LL Eli try to; though I'm
not sure you'll understand Sit down. Mr. Quimby.
You not take it, the sort of to follow closely
the light and frivolous literature of the day."
whats that?' inquired Quimby.
"You don't read continued Magee, the sort OF
novels that sold by the pound in the department
stores Now, if you had daughter fluffy daughter
inseparable from hammock in the summer she could
help me explain You see, write those novels,-wid,
thrilling tales for the tired business mans tired wife,
shots in the night chases after fortunes, Cupid busy
with his all over the place It's good fun, and
l like to do it. There's money in it
as there?' asked Quirnby with show of interest.
considerable" replied Magee. "But now and then
get longing do something that will make the critics
sit up the real thing, you know. The other day
picked up a newspaper and found my latest brain child
advertised the best fall novel Magee ever wrote
1t got on my nerves. felt like literary dressaker
and could see my public laying down my fall novel and
signing for my early spring styles in fiction remem
bered that upon time critic advised me to go
away for ten years to some quiet spot and think L
decided to do it. Badpate Inn is the quiet spot.
"You don't mean" gasped Qumby, "that you re go
ing to stay there ten years?'
aBless you no' said Magee. "Critics exaggerate.
Two months will do. They say l cheap, melo-
dramatic ranter. They say don't go deep. They say
my thinking process is I'm afraid they're
right Now, I'm going to go up to Baldpate Inn and
think. I'm going to get away from melodrama. I'm
going do novel fine and literary that Henry Ca
bot Lodge will to with tears in his eyes and
ask me to Join his bunch of self-made Immortas I'm
going do all this up there at Baldpate Innsting
lonesome the mountain and looking down this
little old world as Jove looked down from olympus
81 don't know who you mean" objected Quimby.
ale was god-the god of the frutstand men,
planned Magee. "Pcture if you can, depressed by
the overwhelming of my latest brain child. Pic
ture meeting Hal Bentley in 44th-st club and ask
ing him for the location of the lonesoest spot earth
Hal thought minute. I've got it, he said the lone