Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-12

don his clumsiness. This gentleman" he
indicated the professor, who rose, us Ihad
deus Bolton, distinguished member of d
certain university faculty, who has fled tc
Baldpate to escape the press of America
And this is Mr.. Bland, who hides here from
the world the scars of broken heart. But
let us not go into details.
The girl smiled brightly. "And you
she asked.
"William Hallowell Magee," he returned
bowling low 81 have neat collection OF
stories accounting for my presence here
from which shall allow you to choose later
Not to mention the real one, which IS simple
almost to a fault"
81 am so happy to meet you ALL said the
girl 1--WE shall no doubt become very good
friends; for Mama and have also come tc
Baldpate Inn-to stay"
RLAND opened wide his usually narrow
- eyes, and ran his hand thoughtfully over
his one days beard. Professor Bolton
blinked his astonishment. Magee smiled
a, for one, am delighted to hear it, he said
"My name, went on the girl, us Mary
Norton. May l present my mother, Mrs
Norton?"
The older woman adopted what was OBJ
viorsly her society manner. Once again
Magee felt a pang of regret that this should
be the parent of girl SO charming.
al certainly am pleased to meet you all,
she said in her heavy voice. "Ain't it a
lovely morning after the storm? The suns
almost binding.
"Some explanation" put in Miss Norton
quickly, lis due you if am to thrust myself
IL I -,
tell why | am here; but the matter mustn t
leak out. | can trust you, I'm sure"
Nlagce drew up chairs, and the two
women were seated before the fire..
"The bandits of Baldpate,' he remarked
fippantly, glancing at the two men, shave
their own code of honor, and the first rule is
never to bctray pal.
"Splcndid." laughed the girl. "You said
| believe, that Professor Bolton was fleeing
from the newspapers. | am fleeing for the
newspapers, attract their attention, to
lure them into giving me that thing so neces-
sary to a woman in my profession, pub
licitv. You see, | am an actress. The name
| gave you is not my stage name. That
perhaps. you would know | employ gen
tleman to keep me before the public as much
as possible It's horrid, | know but it
means bread and butter to me. That gen
tleman, my press agent, evolved the present
scheme,-a mysterious disappearance.
She paused, and looked at the others
Magce surveyed her narrowly The youth
full bloom of her cheek carried to him nc
story of grease paint; her unaffected manner
was far from suggesting anything remotely
connected with the stage He wondered.
Il am to disappear completely for &
time" she went on. GAS though the earth
had swallowed me, will be the good Ole
phrase of the reporters | am to linger here
at Baldpate Inn, key to which my press
agent has secured for me. Meanwhile, the
papers will speak tearfully of me in Their
headlines least, hope they will. Cant
YOU Just see them, those headlines? Beau
tiful Actress Drops from Sight" She
stopped. blushing. every woman who
gets into print, you know, is beautiful
But it'd be no lie in your case, Deary,
put in Mrs. Norton, feeling carefully of he1
atrociouslv blond store hair.
"Your mother takes the words from my
mouth smiled Magee. Guard as they
will against it. the newspapers let the truth
crop out occasionally. And this will be such
an occasion.
"From what part of Ireland do you Gomez
laughed the girl. She seemed somewhat en-
barrassed by her mothers open admiration
"Well, setting all barney aside, such will be
the headlines. And when the last clue is ex-
hausted, and my press agent is the same,