New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-02-09

who became human once in my presence
told me all about il. If YOU went into the
cellar and hunted about YOU might find that
door and climb up into the cardroom.
~ bully ideal" agreed Magcc. "lH
hurry down there this minute. I'm more
grateful than you can guess for this chance
And this time-but You'll see.
He found the back stairs and descended.
In the kitchen the Hermit OF Baldpatc got
in his path.
Mr.. Nlagcc, he pleaded, Il consider that,
in a way. ! work for YOU here. I've got
something important to tell YOU. Just a
minute
Sorry" answered Magcc, but can't
possibly stop now. In an hour III talk to
YOU. Show me the cellar door, and don I
mention where I've gone, there's good
fellow.
Peters protested that his need OF talk was
urgent; but 70 no avail.
MAGEE hurried to the cellar, and with
NI the aid Of a box Of matches found
ladder leading to q door cut in the floor
above. He climbed through dust and cob
webs. unfastcned the catch. and pushed eau
,iously upward. In another minute he was
standing in the chill little cardroom. Softly
he opened the cardroom door about hall an
inch, and put his ear 70 It.
The three men were grouped very close
at hand. and he heard Bland speaking in low
tones:
I'm talking to YOU boys as a friend. The
show is over. There amt no use hanging
round for the concert: there won't bc none.
Go home and get some clean collars and
square meal
III YOU think I'm going to be shook of
bv any fairy story like that, said the Mayor
Of Rcuton, you're a child, with all child S
touching faith. 49,,
An right, replied Bland, 81 thought ID
pass YOU the tip, that's all. II amt nothing
TO me what YOU DO. But its all over, and
vou'v lost out. I'm sorry you have; but
take Haydcns orders
"Confound Hayden. snarlcd the Mayor.
1T was his idea to make thrcc-act play
out of this thing Hes responsible for this
silly trip TO Baldpatc. This audience we We
been acting for-hc let us in for them.
81 know" said Bland. But YOU cant
deny that Baldpatc Inn looked Ike the ideal
spot at first, -sccludcd off the beaten path,
and all that.
"Ycs. snccrcd the Mayor, "as secluded as
a Sunday school the Sunday before Christ
mas. ~
well, who could have guessed II; , went
on Bland. "As say, don't care what YOU
DO. lust passed YOU the tip. I've got that
nice little package OF the long green We
got il where You'll never find II. Yes, Sir,
Il returned to the loving hands Of httlc
Zoe Bland that brought II here first II
amt going to roam no more. 50 what the
use Of Your sticking around;'
How did you get hold Of it, inquired
Lou Max.
II had my eye on this little professor per
son. explained Bland. This morning when
Nlagcc went up the mountain | trallcd the
bighbrow 10 Magcc's room. When busted
in, unannounccd by the butler, he was max
ing his getaway don't like to talk about
what followed. He's an old man, and sure
didn't mean to break his glasses, nor scratch
his dome Of thought There's ideas in that
dome that 90 back to tn ,imc Of Anthony
I. Chauccr. But he's always talking about
That literature chair OF his-why couldnt
he stav at home and sit in it; Anyhow,
got the bundle all right all right wonder
What the little fossil wants with it,
"Thc Docs glasses srds broke, said Max
evidently to the Mayor OF Rcuton,
"Um-in." came Cargan's voice. Bland,
how much do YOU make working for this
nice. kind gentleman, Mr.. Haydcn;'
"Oh. about two thousand year. with