The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-06
CONTINUED from yesterday


narrative power. You want my story
Why am here: l am not sure that
it is worthy IN follow yours. But It
has It's good puints-as ! have thought
it out
He went over to the table and pick
ed up II popular novel upon which his
gaze had rested while the haberdasher
spun his fabric Of love and gloom. On
the cover wAs Il picture of II very dash
ing maiden.
DO you see that Sirl:" he asked.
she is beautiful is she nut2 Eyep
Arabeiia in her most splendid mo
ments could get Il few points from her.
fancy Perhaps you are not familiar
with the important part such IL picture
playS in tile Suc.ceSs ut il novel today.
THE truth Is. however. that the noble
art Of fiction writin" has come to lean
more and more heavily on its illustra
tors The uIer. words that go with
the pictures grow less important every
day. There are dozens of distinguish
ed norelists in the country at this
moment who might he haberdashers IL
it weren't FOR the long lean. naughty
ladies who are scattered tastefully
through their works"
Mr.. Bland stirred uneasily.
Il can see you are ut loss to know
what my search for seclusion and pri-
vacy has to do with all this" contin-
ued MIR: Magee. Il ann an artist. For
years hive drawn these lovely Indies
who make fiction salable to the masses
Many "A novelist owes his motorcar and
his country house to my brush Two
months ago ! determined to give up il
lustration forever and devote my time
to painting. / turned my back on the
novelists. Can you imagine what hap
pened?"
My imagination's little tired,
apologized Mr.. Bland.
Never mind. I'll tell you. The lead
ing authors whose work / had 50 long
illustrated saw ruin staring them in
the face. They came to me on their
knees, Gguratively They begged. They
pleaded In order to escape them and
their really pitiful pleadings l had to
flee | happened to have u friend in
volved in the management OF Baldpate
inn. / am not at liberty to give his
name He gave me a key. So here
am. rely on you to keep my secret
If you perceive u novelist in the dis
lance lose no time iii warning me-"
ME. NldBGG HJuuSG0s GluGhAAAls9 AAAhoA
~. He stood looking down at the
loveIorn haberdasher. The latter got
to his feet and solemnly took Magee's
hand.
"l-I-oh. well. you've got me beat
Il mile, old man." he said.
"You don't mean to say began the
hurt Magee.
"Oh, that's all right. Mr.. Bland as
sured him. II believe every word Of
it. It's all as real as tie haberdash
cry to me. I'll keep my eye peeled for
novelists. What gets me is. when yof
boil our two fly by night stories dnwn
I'VE come here to be alone. YOU wani
10 be alone. we can't he a''tne her
together. One Of US must cieas out"
Nonsense answered Billy Magee
I'm be glad TO have YOU hcre STA!
rs long as you Ike.
The haherdaShcr looked Mr.. Ma;Set
fully III the eye. and the Inter wal
startled by the hostility he saw in to-
pther's face.
.srhe point i,s.' said AIR Bland. =
don't want you here Why: Maybe
because Won recall beautiful DANES
On book covers-and i'll that way. Ara
bella. Maybe-but WHAT'S the use:
put it simply. got to be alone alone
on BaIdpate mountain Won't pui
you out tonight
..See here. my friend" cried MIR Ma
zee. ''your grief laS turned your mead
You won't put me out tonight or to
morrow. I'm here 10 stay You're
welcome to do the same. II YOU IKE
INT Won stuy-with me. | know No'
are man Of courage. but it would
take at least ten men OF courage e
put me ont of Baldpnte inn
They stood eying each other Tor
moment. BANDS thin lips twisted int
a sheer. well see. he said. Wei
settle all that in the morning. HIS
tone took on more friendly aspect
''I'm going to pick ont downy coucii
in one of these rooms, he said. ''anc
lay me down to sleep. Say. coulo
greet a blanket like Il inpg lost friend
Mr.. Magee preferred soimc "f rue g"
ers that uuimby had given him au'
accompanied Mr. Bland TO suit ~
across the hail. With a brisk EoeG
night Mr.. Magee returned TO No. Z.
But he made no move toward thu
chilly brass bed III the inner room
Instead he sat long time by the Ere.
ne EeuGCLGQ Oh lAe GN GAgNS VI Las HASh
few hours in that supposedly uniEhs5-
tied solitude where he was to be alone
with his thoughts. He pondered the
way and manner of the tiippant young
man who posed as n loveIorn haber-
dasher and under whose fippancy
there was certainly an air OF hostility.
WHO was Andy Rutter, down in Reu
ton? s,What did the young man mean
rrhnn he nsl,nd IL he Shnilld ..cInse. M