The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-12


 the balcony at all hours of the night ?'s
 The old man merely blinked at him.
 sT mustn't stop,' Magee continued ssI just wanted to make my apology. that's all. It was unjust of me- Muir- der-that is hardly in your line. By the way, were you by any chance in my room this morning, Professor Bol- ton ?''
 Silence
 Pardon me-. remarked the profes- sor at last, eff l do not answer In this very essay on-on liars, Montague has expressed it so well. And how much is false speech less soeiable than silenceT I am sociable man.
 Of course smiled Magee- He stood looking down at the frail old scholar before him and considered. Of what avail a scufde there in that chill room?
 He went out through the open win dow, and in another moment stood just outside Miss Norton's room. She put a startled head out at his knock
 s.Oh, it's you, she said sT can't in- vite you in You might learn terrible secrets of the dressing table-mamma ! is bedecking herself for dinner. Has anything happened 3''
 Throw something over your head. Juliet, smiled Magee; t.the balcony is waiting for you.
 She was at his side in a moment, and they walked briskly along the 1. shadoWy white. houE- s- ss.ss.se
 ssI know who has the money said Magee softly. Simply through turn of luck I know. I realize that my protestations of what am going to do have bored you. But it looks very much to me as if that package would be in your hands very soon-'' She did not reply. ssAnd when have got it and have given it to you-if do, ," he continued, what then ?''
 .sFhen,' 7 she answered, ssI' must go 1 away-very quickly. And no one must know or they will try to stop me-
 ssAnd after that 2''
 ssThe deluge,' she laughed without mfrth.
 E. Up above them the great trees of Baldpate mountain waved their black arms constantly as though sparring with the storm. At the foot of the buried roadway they could see the lamps of Upper Asquewan Falls; un- der those lamps prosaic citizens we're hurrying home with the supper gro l ceries through the night And not one of those citizens was within miles of l guessing that up on the balcony of 1 Baldpate inn a young man had seized a young Woman's hand and was say l ing wildly, Beautiful grill love you"
 l Yet that was exactly what Billy Ma gee was doing. The girl had turned her face away.
 You've known me just two days,' 2 1 she said
 eff I can care this much in two days,'' he said, ssthink-but that's old. 1 isn't it? Some time soon I'm going to say to you, Whose girl are your and you're going to look up at me with a l little heaven for two in your eyes and say. I'm Billy Magee's girl So before we go any further must confess ev- erything-I must tell you who this l Billy Magee is--this man you're going to admit you belong to, my dear.''
 .sYou read the future g1ibly,' she re- piled ssAre your prophecies true, I wonder2s,
 Absolutely. Some lime ago-on my soul, it was only yesterdayi-I l asked if you had read certain novel l called The Lost Limousine,' and you said you had and that it wasn't sin eere. Well, I wrote it''- "Ohr' cried the girl.
 l "Yes,' said Magee, "and I've done others like it. Oh, yes, my muse has been a nouveau riche lady in a Worth gown: my ambition, a big red motor car. I've been scramble a cent, mister troubadour beckoning from the bookstalls. turned tired of that sort, and I decided to try the other kind the real hnd-''
 Don't tell me- whispered the girl, ssthat you came up here to-to''-
 FYes,'' smiled Magee, sI came up here to forget forever the worlds gid dy melodrama-'' I The girl leaned Imply against the side of BaIdpate inn. 1 .sOh, the irony Of itt''s she cried I sT know,'' he said, tits ridiculous. temptation I'll do the real stuff, SC must some day-Tm Billy Magee's girl you can say it proudly"
 'Pm sure,', she said softly, s1that ii ever do say it-oh, no, didn't say ] ouldr'-for he had seized her hands
 duickly-"if I ever do say it-it will certainly be proudly But noW-you don't even know my name-my right one. You don't know what do nol where I come from nor what I want
 with this disgusting bundle of money f I sort of feel, you know, that this if
 in the air at Baldpate sven in the win ] ter time No sooner have the mer
 come than they begin to talk of-lovt to whatever girls they find here-oI
 this very balcony-downa there under
 the trees. And the girls listen, for
 it's in the air, that's all. Then au
 tumn comes, and everybody laughs ana
 forgets. May not our autumn come
 when I go away?'
 CTo be Continued.1
 Here is a triumph for the surgeons
 A woman in Belle Center, Ohio. diee