Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-24

Absolutely true" smiled @ageA
What do you think Of that foe
an explanation, Lou" inquired Carr
gan, "she asked him for the monee
and he gave 1t to herr"
Mr.. Max leered.
Say Broadway chorus would be
pleased to meet you, Magee," he
commented,
Don't tell any OF your chorus
friends about me-" renlied Magee.
II might not always prove so COM
placent. Every man has his mo.
ments of falling for romance Even
you probably fell once-and what a
fall was there
Can the romance stuff" uleaded
Max. This chilly railway station
wasn't meant for sucn giddy
language"
Wasn't It? Mr.. Magee looked
around at the dingy walls. at the
soiled time-cards, at the disreputable
stove. No place for romance? It
was here he had seen her first, In the
dusk, weeping bitterly over the seem
ingly hopeless task In which he was
destined to serve her. No place fol
romance-and here had begun his
life's romance. The blue blithe sailor
still stood at attention in the "See
the World poster. Magee winked
ot IlC KNEW dDOuI II iii, he
knew, he knew-he knew how allur-
ing she had looked in the blue cor
duroy suit, the bit of cambria pressed
agonizingly to her face. Verify. even
the sailor of the posters saw the
world and all its glories.
The agent leaned his face against
the bars.
your train" he called, is crossing
the Main street trestle."
They filed out upon the platform,
Mr. Magee carrying Mrs. Norton's
luggage amid her ELUSIVE thanks. On
the platform waited a stranger
equipped for travel. 1t was Mr.. Max
VINO made the great discovery
by the Lord Harry" he cried, 'sit's
the hermit of Baldpate Mountain"
And so 1t was, his beard gone, HE
hair clumsily hacked his body CARRIED
in the height of an old and ludicrous
rashion, his face set bravely toward
the cities once more
Yes" he said, Il walked the floor,
thinking it all over. l knew 1t would
happen, and it has. The winters are
hard, and the sight of you--it was too
much. The excitement, the talk-it
did for me, did for my oath. SO I'm
going back to her-back to Brooklyn
for Christmas"
A merry one to you" growled Car
gan.
Maybe" replied Mr.. Peteia VERY
likely, If she's feeling that way. /
hope so. amt giving up the hermit
job altogether-I'll come back in the
summers, to my postcard business.
There's money in 1t, If lbs handled
right. But I've spent my Hast winter
on that lonesome hill"
las author to author,'' sized Ma
gee, how about your book.7"
There won't be any mention of
that" the hermit predicted s'in
Brooklyn. I've packed 1t awa,y. Maybe
! can work on 1t summefA if she
doesn't come up here with line and
insist on running my hermit business
for me. I hope she won't, Ia would
sort OF put a crimp in it-btt. If she
wants to | won't refuse. AndAnaybe
that bookll never get done skome-
times as I've sat in my shaonk at
night and read, it's come to me Anat
all the greatest works since the woY4d
began have been those that nevA.
got finished"
The Reuton train roared up to them
through the gray morning.and paused
fmpatiently at Upper Asquewan Falls
ABOARD It clambered the hermits,
amateur and professional. Mr.. Magee.
from the platform. waved goodbye
70 the agent standing forlorn In the
station door. He watched the build
Ing until II was only a blur In the
dawn A kindly feeling for 1t was in
his heart After all, It had been In
the waiting room
swa ne Continued rriSnv.e