Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-22
Seuen Keys to Baldpate

story comedy, dramatised by
George Cohan, which Is now running
mt Aston Theatre, New York city.
Billy Magee, successful author,
wishing to retire into seclusion to
think out novel, is given a key in
midwinter to a summer hotel in one
of the lonesomest towns in the coun-
try. AS he arrives at Upper Asque-
wan Falls, N. Y, he finds a young
woman with her companion weeping
in the depot. She refuses assistance.
He goes to Baldpate Inn, 10 which he
has key. To his surprise, that night
another person enters the hostelry.
He is discovered In the office and tells
Magee that his name Is Joseph Bland.
He throws a package into the safe
md slams the door, then tells q story
of how "Arabella'' has Tilted him and
he came there for solitude. A college
professor then appears. and takes up
his home in the hotel. He explains
that he is trying to escape the news
papers. The Hermit of Upper Aspe-
uuewan Falls. who has theory that
woman Is at the bottom of all
troubles. is secured as cook for the
trio Next Miss Norton, the young
woman whom Magee saw at the
depot, appears at Baldpste. Meeting
Magee on the stairs she astonishes
him by asking him if he is on her
side and tells him that that the
Mayor of Renton has tho nth key.
CONTINUED from Yesterday
Mr.. Peters here interrupted with
- tf.r<t oI, hot
Mr.. Cargan elaborated on his theory.
He pointed out how, in many States,
reform had interrupted the smooth
flow of life. set everything awhirl.
and cruelty sent "the boys" who had
always been faithful out into the cold
world seeking the stranger, work.
While he talked the eyes of Lou Max
looked out at him from behind the
| incongruous gold-rimmed glasses,
with the devotion of the dog to it's
master clearly written in them. Mr..
Magee had read many articles about
this picturesque Cargan who had
| fought his way with his fists to the
position of practical dictator In the
city of Reuton. THE story was sell
dom told without q mention of his
man Max-Lou Max, who kept the
south end of Reuton in line for the
mayor. and in that low neighborhood
| of dives and squalor made Cargan' s
name to conjure with. Watching him
now, Mr.. Magee marveled at this
cheap creatures evident capacity for
| loyalty.
ut was the reformers got Ma
| poleon,'' the mayor finished. Yes,
| thew sent Napoleon to an island at
the end, and him without an equal
| since the world began"
as your.-begging your pardon-is
your history just straight" demurred
Professor Bolton timidly.
rs it?n frowned Cargan. "Iou can
bet II is. I know Napoleon from the
cradle to the grave. I amt an edu-
Gated man, Doc--I can hire all the
| educated men l went for eighteen
dollars a week--but I'm not Bona
ut seems to me-" Miss Norton put
in. al have heard-did | read 1t in
aper?-that picture of Napoleon
hangs above your desk. They say
mat Vol, see in your own career, 9
Familiarity to his. May | ask--is il
true?"
a ioking story some newspaper guy
wrote up. 1t amt got no more truth
lin il than most newspaper yarns
No. I amt no Napoleon. There's
lots OF difference between us-one II
particular" He raised his voice, and
glared at the company around th'