Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-06


quewan Falls-its geography, it's pub
lie spirit, its brand of weather. A
detected cab at the end of the plat
form stood mourning it's lonely lot. In
| ii Mr.. Magee placed the large lady
and the bags. Then. while the driver
climbed to his seat, he spoke into
/ the invisible ear of the girl.
''Yeu haven't told me why you
cried" he reminded her.
| She waved her hand toward the
wayside village. the lamps of which
shone sorrowfully through the snow.
Upper Asquewan Falls she said,
isn't it reason enough?"
Billy Magee looked; saw row OF
gloomy buildings that seemed to list
as the wind blew, n blurred sign
Liquors and Cigars" n street that
staggered away into the dark like
a man who had fingered too long
at the emporium back of the sign.
Are you doomed to stay here
long," he asked,
| Come on, Mary" cried deep
voice from the cab Get in and shut
the door. I'm freezing
ut all depends, said the girl.
THANK you for being so kind and
good night
| The door closed with mutfied bang.
the cab creaked YEARLY away, and
Mr.. Magee turned back to the dim
waitlng-room.
well. what was she crying for?"
| inquired ,the ticket agent, when Mr..
Magee stood again at his cell win
dow.
"She didn't think much of your
town" responded Magee; She inti-
I do hoo of
heart"
J HINT amt much of a place" add
mitted the man, though 1t amt the
general rule with visitors to burst
| into tears at sight of it. Yes, Upper
| Asquewan is slow, and no mistake.
II gets on my nerves sometimes. No
thing to do but work, work, work,
1 and then lay down and wait for to-
morrow. used to think maybe some
day they'd transfer me down to
| Hooperstown-the moving pic
lures and such goings-on down
there, But the railroad never notices
Iyole-unless you go wrong. Yes, sir,
sometimes | want to clear out of this
Town syself.
"a natural wanderlust," sympa-
thized Mr.. Magee. You've said
something Just now about Beldpate
Inn"
yes, it's a little more lively in
summer, when that's open," answer
ed the agent; I'VE get a lot of COM
plants about trunks not coming, from
pretty swell people, too. 1t sort OF
| cheers things" His eye roamed with
4 interest over Mr. Magee's New Yorl
attire: but Baldpate Inn is shut III
tight now. This is nothing but ar
/ annex to a graveyard in winter. Yol
wasn't thinking of stopping OF here
was you?"
''Well--I want to see a man namee
Elijah Quimby," Mr., Magee replied
do you know him?'
"Of course" said the yearner fol
! pastures new, hes caretaker OF the
inn. His house is about a mile out, or
the old Miller road that leads III
Baldpate. Come outside and I'll tel
YOU how to get there"
i The two men went into the whirl
ing snow, and the agent waved
hand indefinitely up at the night.
IF 1t was clear he said, you coult
see Baldpate mountain, over yonder
looking down on the falls. sort of keep
ing an eye on us to make sure w
don't get reckless, and halfway NJ
you'd see Baldpate Inn, black ant
peaceful and winter-y. Just follow
this street to the third corner, an,
turn to your left Elijah lives in |
little house back among the trees ;
mile out-there's gate you'll sur
hear creaking on a night like this"
Billy Magee thanked him, and gath
ering up his two bags, walked NJ
Main Street. A dreary forbiddini
building at the first corner bore tn
} sign Commercial House." Under tn
, white gaslight in the Office windoy
J three born pessimists slopched loy
in hotel chairs. gazing sourly out a
the storm
> Weep no more, my lady,
( Oh, weep no more todayi"
, hummed MIR. Magee cynically unde
. his breath, and glanced up at tn
solitary upstairs window tina
: CLEANED yellow in the night.
] At a corner on which stood a littl
! shop that advertised Groceries an
4 Provisions he paused
E let me se,' he pondered. Tn
: lights will be turned Off, Of course
: Candles; and a little something 70