Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-17
BY EARL DERR BIo0ERs
Copyright by Bobbs- Merrill Coz

rious station agent. with the mop OF
ginger hair. Tonight there would be
no need of a troubador to inplore
Weep no more, my lady" William
Hallowell Magee had removed the
cause for tears.
1t was a long vigil he had begun,
but there was no boredom in it for
Billy Magee. He was too great a
lover of contrast for that. AS he
looked around on the ill-assorted
group he guarded he compared them
with the happier people OF the inns
summer nights, about whom the girl
had told him. Instead of these surly
or sad folk sitting glumly under the
pistol OF romantic youth, he saw
maids CARRIED in the magic OF mus
lin fit through the shadows. Lights
glowed softly; q waltz came up from
the casino on the breath of the sum
mer breeze. Under the red and white
awnings youth and joy and love had
their day--or their night. The her.
NIT was on hand with his postal card
romance. The trees gossiped in whis-
pers on the mountain.
And, too, the rocking chair fleet
gossiped In whispers on the veranda,
pausing only when the admiral sailed
by in his glory. Eagerly 1t ran down
Thornhill-he remembered, had her
self been victim. After Kendrick
disappeared she had come there nc
more, for there were ugly rumors of
the man who had fled. Mr.. Magee
saw the girl and her long-absent lover
whispering together in the firelight; he
wondered If they too, imagined them
selves at Baldpate in the summer; If
they heard the waltz In the casino,
and the laughter of men in the grill
room.
Ten O'Clock, said the town hall
pompously. She was at the station
now. In the room of her tears she
was waiting; perhaps her only COM
panion the jacky of the "See the
World poster, whose garb was but
a shade bluer than her eyes Who
was she? What was the bribe money
of the Suburban railway to her. Mr..
Magee did not know, but he trusted
her, and he was glad she had won
through him. He saw Professor Boil
ton walk through the Pickering half
| light to Join Myra Thornhill and Ken
drick.
1t must be half past by now. Yes
| from far below in the valley came
the whistle of train Now--she was
boarding 1t. She and the money.
Boarding it-for where? For what
purpose? Again the train whistled.
The SIEGE" remarked Mr.. Magee,
is more than half over, ladies' and
gentlemen"
The professor Of Comparative Lit
erature approached him and took a
chair at his side.
I want to talk with you, Mr.. Ma
gee" he said.
"a welcome diversion" assented
Magee, his eyes still on the room.
u have discussed matters with
Miss Thornhill,'' said the professor.
in low voice. 'sShe has convipc ad
me that In this affair you have acted
from a wholly disinterested point Of
view. A mistaken idea of chivaIrv
perhaps. The infatuation of the mo-
ment for q pretty face-a thing 10
which all men with red blood in their
veins are susceptible-a pleasant
thing that would be the last to want
banished from the world
Miss Thornhill." replied Billy Ma
gee, has sized up the situation per-
fectly-except for one rather irnport-
ant detail. 1t is not the infatuation
of the moment. professor, Saw rather
that of lifetime"
All. yes" the old man returned
"fouth-how sure 1t always is Of
that. ! do not deprecate the feeling
once, long ago, l, too, had. youth ana
faith. We will not dwell on that
however Miss Thornhill assures me
that Henry Bentley. the son Of my