Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-02

He stood facing them in the middle
of his hermitage. With curious ewes
they examined it's architecture Exiled
hands had built it of poles and clay
and a reliable brand of roofing. In
the largest room, where they sat, were,
chairs, table and book shelf ham
mered together from stray boards
furniture midway between that in
hut on o desert isle and that of q
home made happy from the back
pages OF woman'S magazine On
the wall were various posters that
defined the hermit's taste in art as in
fiammatory, bold, arresting. Through
one door at the rear they caught a
glimpse of a tiny kitchen; through
another the white covering of q hall
room cot could be seen.
"Well?" repeated Mr.. Peters 81
suppose you're a delegation, SO to
speak?'
"a cold unfeeling world" objected
Mr.. Magee.
I'VE have come to plead began
Miss Norton, turning her eyes at their
full candle-power on the hernnit.s
bearded face.
~ beg pardon, miss" interruptep
Mr. Peters, but it amt any use. Tvs
thought 1t all out--in the night
watches, as the poet says. came Up
here to be alone. I can't be hermit
and a cook, too. 7 can't and be true
to myself. No, you'll have to au-
cept my resignation, to take e{rect
at once"
He sat down on an uncertain chair
and regarded them sorrowfully. His
long well-shaped fingers clutched the
cord of the purple gown.
eft isn't as though wa ware aalxfuH
you to give up the hermit business
for good argued Magee. TITS just
for g. short time-maybe only for g
few days. 7 should think you would
welcome the diversion.
Mr. Peters shook his head vigoF-
ously. The brown curtis waved Flip
PANTY about bis shoulders.
My Instincts" he replied, ''sFs
away from the crowd explained
that to you when we first met, Mt,
Magee."
Amy man. commented Mr.. Mas,
ought to be able to strangle his
instincts for a good salary, payable
In advance
You come here" said the hermit
with annoyance, land you bring with
| you the sentiments OF the outsida
world-the world have forsworu
| Don't do IL. ask you"
? II don't get you," reflected Mr.
Max. mo, pal, don't quite grab
this hermit game 1t amt human
nature, Say. Way up here miles
from the little brass rail and the
sporting extra, and other things that
make life worth living. It's beyond
me-"
"I'm not asking your approval
replied the hermit. "All I ask is to
| be let alone
Let me speak,, said Miss Norton
'sMr. Peters and have been friends
you might say, fer three years. II
was three wears ago my awed eyes
first fell upon him. selling his post
cards at the Inn. He was to me Their
the true rornance-the man 10 whom
the world means nothing without a
| certain woman at his side. That lis
what he has meant to all the girls
who come to Baldpate. He isn't
going to shatter my ideal of him
he isn't going to refuse a lady in
distress. You will come FOR lust a
little while, won't you. Mr.. Peters %
But Peters shook his head again.
dislike women as q SEX" he
said, but i've always been gentle and
easy with isolated examples of 'crn
II amt my style to turn 'em down
But this is asking too much. I'm
sorry. But got to be true TO my
oath-I got to be q hermit
tie BE Continued TomorranA