Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-06

the inner man, in case it's the closed
season for cooks
He went inside. where weary old
woman served him.
What sort of candles? ?" she in
| quired. with the air of one who had
| an infinite variety in stock. Mr..
Magee remembered that Christmas
!, was near
For a Christmas tree" he explain
ed. He asked for two hundred.
i've only got forty" the woman
said Whats this tree for-the
/ Orphans Home?"
! With the added burden OF a pack
/ age containing his purchases in the
/ tiny store, Mr.. Magee emerged and
continued his Journey through the
singing snow Upper Asquewan
/ Falls on its way, home for supper
| fitted past him in the silvery dark
ness. He saw in the lighted windows
of many of the houses the green
wreath of Christmas cheer. Finally
| the houses became infrequent, and he
struck out on an uneven road that
wound upward. Once he heard a
i dogs faint bark. Then carriage
lurcbed by him, and strong voice
cursed the roughness of the road,
| Mr. Magee half smiled to himself as
he strobe on.
1(Ol NSttiAOtfs lily i''gt AihN'e~NA
/ ed, 81 know how you felt when you
moved on the windmills."
1t was not the whir of windmills,
but the creak of gate in the storm
that brought Mr.. Magee at last to a
stop. He walked gladly up the path
to Elijah Quimby's door
! In answer to Billy Magee's gay
knock a man of about sixty years ap-
peared. Evidently he had just finish-
/ ed supper: at the moment he was
| engaged In lighting his pipe. He ad-
mitted Mr. Magee into the Intimacy
of the Kitchen, and took a number
of calm judicious puffs on the pipe
before speaking to his visitor. In that
interval the visitor cheerily seized his
hand. oblivious of the warm burnt
match that was in 1t. The match fell
TO the floor, whereupon the older man
cast an anxious glance at gray
haired woman who stood beside the
kitchen .stove.
"My names Magee," blithely ex-
planned that gentleman, dragging In
his bags "And you're Elijah Quimby
of course. How are you? Glad to see
you" His air was that of one who
had known this Quimby Ultimately IN
many odd corners of the world.
/ The older man did not reply, but
regarded Mr.. Magee wonderinglS
| through white puffs OF smoke. HIS
face was kindly. gentle, Intellectual;
no seemed TO lack the final punch
that sends men over the line to sue
cess. this was evident In the way hif
necktie hung, the way his thin hands
fiuttered.
i yes" he admitted at last. Yes
/ Tn Quimby.'
Mr.. Magree threw back his coat
and sprayed with snow Mrs. Quinn
by's immaculate floor.
Il I'm Magee,' he elucidated again
1 william Hallowell Magee the mar
Hal BENTLEY wrote TO you about. Yot
/. got his letter, didn't your"
, Mr.. Quimby removed his pipe ant
forgot to close the aperture as III
stared in amazement, !.
Good lordi" he cried, you dom
mean-you've really come"
.'What better proof could you ask?'
said Mr.. Magee flippantiy, than ~,
presence here?''
"Why." stammered Mr.. Quimby
, f'we--we thought 1t was all a joke
HAL Bentley has his humorous mo
} ments," agreed Mr.. Moore, but i
, isn't his habit TO fling his tests int
| Upper Asquewan Falls"
''And-and you're really goinl
to- Mr.. Quimby could get no fur
/ Their.
Yes, said Mr.. Magee brightly
) slipping into a rocking chair Yes
I'm going to spend the next fey
: months at Baldpate Inn
!, Mrs. Quimby who seemed TO hav
! settled into stout little mould o
. a woman through standing too loni
. in the warm presence of her stove
v came forward and inspected Mr. Ma
' gee
t "Of all things" she murmured.
"Its closed expostulated MI
Quimby, the inn is closed, youn
fellow"
r II know it's closed" smiled Maget
. THAT'S the very reason I'm going I
I honor 1t with my presence. I'm sorrs
to take you out ON a night like this
e but I'll have to ask you to lead m
1 | up to Baldpate. ] believe those wer
Hal Bentleys instructions-in the let
ell ter
]. MIR. Quimby lowered above MI
r AIagee. a shtrt-sleeved statute Of hon