Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-23
CHAPTER XVII. The Professor Sums Up

office, counted the strokes. she must be halfway
down the mountain now-perhaps at this very moment
she heard Ouimbys ancient gate creakng the wind
He could almost her she traped along through
the snow the lovely heroine the most romantic walk
of all romantic walks on Badpate to date. Halfway to
the waiting where she had wept bitterly half
way the station agent with the mop of ginger
hair. Tonight there would be need of roubadour
to lmplore, Weep no more. my LADY, William Hal
lowell Magee had removed the cause for tears
1t was long vigil he had begun; but there
boredom in it for Billy Aagee. He great lover
of for that. As he looked round the i'll
assorted group he guarded, he compared them with the
apps people the h inns nights about whom
folk sitting glmy under the pistol of romantic youth,
he maids CARRIED in the magic of muslin fit through
the shadows Lights glowed softly; waltz up
from the Casino the breath Of the breeze.
Under the red and white awnings youth and JOY and
love had their day-or their night The hermit
hand with his postal-carded The Cos
siped in whispers the mountain
And too, the rocking char fleet gossped in whispers
the veranda pausing only when the Admiral sailed
by in his glory. Eagerly 1t down its game. This
girl, this Myra Thornhl, he remembered, had herself
been victim. After kendrick disappeared she had
there more; for there ugly Of the
man who had fled. Nlagee the girl and her long
absent lover whispering together in the freight. He
wondered if they mag ned themselves at Baldpate
in the summer; they heard the waltz in the Casino
and the laughter of men in the grllroom.
Ten O'Clock. said the town hall pompously. She
the station now. In the Of her tears she
waiting; perhaps her only companion the jacky Of
the "See the World poster whose garb but shade
buer than her eyes. Who She? What the
bride money of the Suburban Railway to her? Nlagee
did know: but he trusted her, and he glad She
had through him. He Professor Bolton walk
through the Pickering hafight join Nyra Thonhin
and kendrick
the valley came the whistle of a train. Now-she
boarding it. She and the money Boarding it-for
where? For what purpose? Again the train whstled.
THE siege, remarked Alagee, us than half
over Ladies and Gentlemen.
THE professor OF comparative literature approached
Oan1t hair at to tai
with you, Mr.. AIagee, he said.
a welcome diversion, assented Nlagee his eyes still
the
." have discussed matters with Miss Thornhill~ said
the professor in low voice. "She has convinced me
that in this affair YOU have acted from wholly disin
terested point of view; mistaken idea of chivalrv,
perhaps. The nfatuaton of the moment for pretty
face, thing to which all men with red blood in their
veins are susceptble,a pleasant thing that would be
the last to want to Danish from the world.
Miss Thornhil replied Billy Alagee, has sized up
the situation perfectly for rather important
detail. 1t is the infauation of the moment, Pro-
essor; say rather that of a lifetime.
"Ah, yes, the old man returned. "1outh-hows
it always is of that | do not deprecate the feeling.
Once long ago. too had youth and faith We will not
dwell on that, however. Miss Thornton assures me that
Henry Bentley the son of my friend John Bentley,
esteens you highly She asserts that you in every
respect. far her knowledge goes, admirable
young feel sure that after calm contemplation
YOU will that what have done very unfortunate
The package of money which in gddy moment you
have given young lady keeping much desredby
the authorities evidence against very corrupt pot
cal ring am certain that when know all the details
YOU will be glad with Reuton and do all in
your power to help regain possession OF that package
AND now the town hall informed AIagee that the hour
was eleven. He pictured train flying like black
shadow through the white night. Was she it-safe!
professor Bolton" he said there couldn't possibly
be anyone anywhere eager than to learn all the
details of this affair to hear your real for coming
Badpate Inn, and to have the peroxd blond incident
properly classified and given its niche in history But