Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-24
Seoen Keys to Baldpate
BY EARL DERR BIccERs
Copyright by Bobbs- Merrill Co,

ginger colored hair. The man who
had complained of the slowness of
the village gazed with wide eyes at
Magee.
~ figured" he said, that you'd
come this way again. Well, / must
say you've put a little life into this
place. If I'd known when I saw you
here the other night all the exciting
things you had up your sleeve, I'd
a-gone right UP to Baldpate with
you.'
but hadn't anything UP my
sleeve" protested Magee.
Maybe. replied the agent wink
ing. There's some pretty giddy stories
going round about the carryings-o on
up at Baldpate. Shots fred, and
strange lights fiashing-dog gone it,
the only thing that's happened here
in years. and wasn't in on 1t. GER
tainly wish you'd put me wise to IT,
by the way" inquired Magee, "did
you notice the passengers from here
on the ten-thirty train last night?"
''Ten-th:rty," repeated the agent.
Say. what sort of hours do you think
keep? A man has to get some sleep,
even IL he does work for q railroad.
wasn't here at ten-thirty last night.
Young Cal Hunt was on duty then.
He's home and In bed now"
No help there. Into the night the
girl and the two hundred thousand
had fed together, and Mr.. Magee
could only wait, and wonder, as to the
meaning of that fight.
Two dropping figures entered the sta
tion--the mayor and his faithful leu
tenant, Max. The dignity of the for
mer had faded like a flower. and the
same withered simile might have been
applied with equal force to the accus-
toned jauntiness of Lou.
Good morning" said Mr.. Magee in
greeting. Taking an early train, too,
Ell? Have a pleasant night?"
Young man." replied Cargan, IF
you've ever put up at a hotel in a
town the eize of tn 8, called the Com
mercial House, you know that last
question has just one answer-man-
slaughter. l heard a minister say
once that all drummers are bound for
hell. II they are. It'll be pleasant
change for EN-"
Mr.. Max delved beneath his over
coat, and brought forth the materials
| for o cigarette, which he rolled be-
tween yellow fingers.
"If 1 was q drummer" he said d9le-
| fully, lone breakfast-was that what
they called IT, Jim ?-one breakfast
like we just passed through would
drive me into the awful habit of read
| ing one of these here books Of drum
mers' yarns"
Sorry" smiled Magee. I'VE had
an excellent breakfast at Mrs. Quinn
bys. Really, you should have stayed
BY the way. where is Bland?"
Got shaky In the knees" said Car
gan. Afraid of the reformers. Amt
had much experience in these things,
or he'd know he might just as well
bottle fly. We put him on a train
going the other direction from
] Reuton early this morning. He
l thinks he'd better seek his fortune
elsewhere" He leaned In heavy cen
| fidence toward Magee. Say, young
| fellow" he whispered, put me wise
+, That little sleight of hand game you
worked last night had me dizzy.
| Where's the coin? Where's the gill;
! What's the game? Take the Doodle
and welcome-it amt mine-but put
me next to what's doing. so I'll know
how my instalment Of this serial story
| ought to read"
mr.. Cargan." replied Magee, '..yor
| know as much about that girl as
| do. She asked me to get her the
| money, and ] did"
But what's your place In the
gamer"
"A looker-on in Athens" returned
Magee. Translated. guy who had
bumped into a cyclone and was sit
ting tight waiting for 1t to blow
over. III took a fancy to her, as
| you might put 1t. She wanted the
money. got 1t for her"
u "A pretty fairy story, my boys" ths
mayor commented