Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-29
BY EARL DERR BIGGERs
Copyright by Bobbs-Merrill Co,

solitude and who Immediately on his
arrival became involved In the sur
prising drama of Baldpate."
I'm an amusing feature reflected
| Magee.
'Mr. Magee, Continued Miss Rhodes,
will doubtless be one of the States
chief witnesses when the case against
Cargan comes to trial, as will also
| Professor Thaddeus Bolton, holder of
the Crandall chair of comparative lit
erature at Reuton University, and
Mr.. David Kendrick, formerly of the
Suburban, but who retired six years
ago to take up his residence abroad.
The latter two went to the inn to rep
resent Prosecutor Drayton, and made
every effort in their power to secure
the package of money from the re-
porter for the Star. not knowing her
connection with the affair"
| "Well, Mr.. Magee?'' asked Professor
Bolton, laying down the paper which
| he had been perusing at distance
of about an inch from his nose.
"Once again, professor" laughed
Magee, reporters have entered your
| life"
The old man sighed.
"It was very kind of her." he said,
mot to mention that was the person
who compared blondes of the peroxide
variety with suffragettes. Others will
not be so kind. The matter will be
resurrected and used against me at
the trial, I'm sure. A plucky girl, Mr..
Magee--a very plucky girl. How
times do change. When / was young,
girls of her age would scarcely have
thought of venturing forth into the
highways on such perilous missions.
INcongratulate you. You showed un-
usual perception. You deserve great
reward-the young lady's favor, let
us say"
"You got to get me out of this, /"
Max was still telling the mayor.
For Gods sake" cried Cargan,
shut up and let me think" He sat
! for moment staring at one place,
his face still lacking all emotion, but
his eyes a trifie narrower than before.
you haven't got me yet, he cried.
tight to the last ditch, and I'll win.
I'll show Drayton he can't play this
game on me. I'll show the Star. That
dirty sheet has bounded me for years.
| I'll put it out of business. And I'll
send the reformers bowling into the
alleys, sick of the fuss they started
themselves.
Perhaps" said Professor Bolton.
But only after the fight of your life,
Cargan.'
] I'm ready for it, cried Cargan.
"I amt down and out yet. But to
think woman-a. little bit of a
girl I could have put in my pocket
Its all big joke. I'll beat them
/ I'll show them-the games far
from played out-I'll win-and--if-I-
DON'T
He crumbled suddenly into his seat,
his eyes on that unpleasant line about
prison Stripes for the Mayor" For
an instant 1t seemed as though his
fight was irrevocably lost, and he
knew IL. Lines of age appeared to
creep from out the fat folds of his
face and stand mockingly there He
looked beaten man.
"If DON'T he stammered pitifully,
well, they sent him to an island at
the end. The reformers got Napoleon
at the last. l won't be alone in that"
At this unexpected sight of weak
ness in his hero. Mr.. Max set up a re-
newed babble of fear at his side The
train was in the Reuton suburbs now.
At neat little station it slowed
down to a stop, and florid police
man entered the smoking car. Cargan
looked up.
Hello, Dam" he said His voice
was lifeless; the old-time ring was
gone.
i The policeman removed his helmet
and shifted 1t nervousIy.
Il thought I'd tell you, Mr. Car