Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-11-17
BY EARL DERR BIooERS

In their private offices, and sneered
at me over their polished desks.
They turned me down, every one.
Some of them played meas though
I'd been a fish. They referred me to
other end of the same big game,
laughing in their sleeves, | guess. at
the knowledge of how hopeless 1t was.
Oh, they made fine fool Of me-"
You might have put down some or
your joints at your own expense"
suggested the professor.
Didn't I try?' cried Quimby. DO
you think they'd let me? No, the pub
lie might see them and demand them
everywhere. Once ! thought I had
convinced somebody. 1t was down in
Reuton--the Suburban Railway"
There was q rustic as Mr.. Bland let
his paper fall to the floor. "Old
Henry Thornhill was president of the
road--he is yet, / guess-but young
Hayden and a fellow named David
Kendrick were running 1t. Kendrick
was on my side--he almost had Hay
den. They were going to let me lay o.
stretch of track with my Joints. Then
something happened. Maybe you
remember Kendrick disappeared in
the night-he's never been seen since.
81 do remember" said the professor
softly.
Hayden turned me down." went on
| Quimby. 1.-THE money was all gone.
SO I came back to Upper Asquewan--
careaker of an inn that overlooks the
property my father owned-the prop
ertv sduandered for a chance to save
human lives. It's all like dream
now-those eight years. And 1t nearly
drives me mad, sometimes. to think
that it took me eight years Eight
Years to find 1t out. I'll just
straighten things around q bit.
He moved away, and the men sat in
silence for a time Then the professor
spoke very gently:
Poor devil--to have had his dream
OF service-and then grow old on Bald
pate"
,rhe two Joined Mr. Bland by the
fire. Mr.. Magee had put from his
mind all intention of work. The maze
of events through which he wandered
held him bewildered and enthalled.
He looked at the haberdasher and the
university scholar and asked himself
If they were real, or If he was still
asleep in a room on a side. street in
New York, waiting for the CHEEKY
coming of Godfrey. He asked him-
self still more perplexedly if the
creature that came toward him now
through the diningroom door was real
the hairy Hermit of Baldpate, like a
figure out of some old print, his mar
ket basket on his arm again. his coat
buttoned to the chin.
well, everything's shipshape in the
Kitchen" announced the hermit
cheerfully. Il couldn't go without
seeing TO that / wish YOU the best
Of luck, gentlemen-and goodby."
"Good-by?' cried the professor.
by the gods, he's leaving u.s."
almost wept Mr.. Bland.
1T can't be-" said Mr.. Magee.
ut has to be" said the Hermit of
Baldpate, solemnly shaking his head.
I'D like to stay with you, and /
would of, If they hadn't come. But
here they are--and when women come
in the door fly out of the window
as the saying is
But, Peters," pleaded Magee.
you're not going to leave us in the
hole like this?''
Sorry replied Peters. II can
please men, but can't please women.
I tried to please one once-but let tha
dead past bury it's dead. live on
Baldpate in q shack to escape the
sex, and it wouldn't be consistent for
me to stay here now. got to 70.
nate TO, like dog. but | got to.''
Peters said Mr.. NTagee. I'm CUR.