Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-09
BY EARL DERR BIc0ERs
copyright by Bobbs- Merrill CO.

cobwebs, unfastened tho catch. and
pushed cautiously upward. In another
minute he was standing In the chill
little card-room. Softly he opened the
card-roorn door about half an inch
and put his ear to 1t.
The three men were grouped very
close at hand. and he heard Mr.. Bland
speaking In low tones:
I'm talking to you boys as a friend
The show IL over. There amt no use
hanging around for the coricert---there
won't be none. Go home and get some
clean collars and q square meal.
''If you think I'm going to be shook
off by any fairy story like that, SAID
the mayor OF Reuton, you're q. chiiu
with all q child's touching faith"
"All right" replied Mr.. Bland, Il
thought I'd pass you the tip, that's all.
II amt nothing to me what you do.
But it's all over, and you've lost out.
I'm sorry you l1ave--but / take Hay
denis orders"
.Darnn Hayden!" snarled the mayor.
"rt was his idea to make q three act
play out of this thing. He's RESPONSE
BILE for this silly trip to Baldpate.
This audience we've been actlng for
he let US in for them"
az know" said Bland. But you
can't deny that Baldpate Inn looked
like the ideal spot at first. Secluded,
off the beaten path, you know, and all
that"
EYES," sneered the mayor, las Sc
cluded as a Sunday school the sunday
before Christmas"
well. who could have guessed it,
went on MIR. Band. LAS | say, don't
care what you do. l just passed you
the tap. i've got that nice little pack
age Of the long greeIi--Ive got II
where you'll never lind It. eS, sir,
it's returned to the loving hands of lit
tie Joe Bland. that brougnt 1t here
first. 1t amt going to roam no more.
SO what's the use of your sticking
around?"
How did you get hold of It? in
quired Mr.. Lou Max
81 had my eye on this little profess
sor pei son." explained Mr.. Bland.
This morning when Magee went up
the mountain l trailed the high
brow to Magee's room. When |
busted in, unannounced by the butler,
he was making his getaway. i don't
like TO talk about what followed.
He's an old man, and | sure didn' !
mean to break his glasses, nor scratch
| his dome of thought. There's ideas
| in that dome go back to the time OF
Anthony J. Chaucer But--he's al
ways talking about that liter ature
chair Of his--why couldn't ne stay at
| home and sit in 1t? Anyhow. I got
the bundle all right, all right. I
wonder what the little fossil wants
with it,"
1.-THE Docs glasses was broke said
Max. evidently to the mayor OF
Reuton.
"Um-n.'' came cargan's voice.
BLAND. how much do you make
working for this nice kind gentle
man, Mr.. Hayden"
ooh, about two thousand a year,
with piclsings." replied Bland.
YES" went on MI. Cargan. II
amt no Charles Dana Gibson with
words. My talks little rough and
| sketchy. l guess. But here's the out
line, plain as / can make 1t. Two
thousand year from Hayden. Twen-
| ty thousand in two seconds If you
hand that package to me"
| No." objected Bland. 1--WE been
honest-after a fashion. l can't quite
stand for that. I'm working for Hay
] defl.v
Don't be a fool" sneered Max.
/ 'sOf course, said the mayor. II
appreciate your scruples, having had
a few In my day myself. though you'd
never think 50 to read the Star. But
look at it sensible. The money be-
longs to me. II you was to hard IL
over you'd be iuHt doing plain ius-