The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-17

-Falls-its geography, its public spirit, it's brand of weather. A dejected cab at the end of the platform stood mourning it's lonely lot, In it MT. Ma gee placed the large lady and the bags Then, while the driver climbed to his seat he spoke into the invisible ear of the girl
 ssYou haven't told me why you cried,'' he reminded her.
 Upper AsQuewan Falls, she said, ssisn't 1t reason enough?''
 Billy Magee looked; saw a row of gloomy buildings that seemed to list as the wind blew, blurred sign, Liquor and CigarB,' ; a street that stag gered away into the dark like a man who had fingered too long at the emporium back of the sign.
 "Are you doomed to stay here long?" he asked.
 "Come on, Mary cried a.deep voice from the cab. Get in and shut the door. I'm freezing"
 sIt all depends said the girl, Thank you for being so kind and good night"
 The door closed with a mufded bang the cab creaked wearily away and MT. Magee turned back to the dim waiting room.
 .sWel1, what. was she crying for2' inquired the ticket agent when MT .Magee stood again at his cell window
 ..She didn't think much of. your town,'' responded Magee- HShe inti- mated that it made her heavy of heart
 ssH'mI It ain't much of a place." ad- mitted the man, though it afn't the general rule with visitors to burst into tears at sight of it Yes, Upper As quewan is slow, and no mistake. It gets on my nerves sometimes. Moth ing to do but work, work, work, and then lay down and wait for tomorrow used to think may be some day they'd transfer me down to Hooperstown- there's moving pictures and such go- ings on down there. But the railroad never notices you-unless you go wrong. Yes, sir; sometimes I want to c1ear out of this town myself" I "A natural wanderlust,'' sympathiz- ed MT. Magee- ssYou said something just now about Baldpate inn
 .sYes; it's little more lively in sum mer, when that's open, answered the agent eve get a lot of complaints about trunks not coming from pretty swell people too. It sort of cheers things, His eye roamed with inter est over MT, Magee's New York attire esBut Baldpate inn is shut up tight now This is nothing but an annex to a graveyard in winter. You wasn't thinking of stopping off here, was you2' 1
 .sWeIl, I want to see man named Elijah Quimby,'' MT. Magee replied ssDo you know him ?"
 ssOf course, said the yearner for pastures new. He's caretaker of the inn. His house is about mile out on the old Miller road that leads up Bald pate. Come outside and I'n tell you how to get there"
 The two men went out into the whirl- ing snow, and the agent waved hand indefinitely up at the night.
 eff 1t was .clear,'' be said, f1you could see Baldpate mountain over wonder looking down on the falls, sort of keep ing an eye on us to make sure we don't get reckless. And halfway up you'd see Baldpate inn, black and peaceful and wintery. Just follow this street to the third corner and turn to your left Elijah lives in little house back among the trees mile out There's a gate you'll sure hear creak- ing on night like this.'
 Billy Magee thanked him and, gath erfng up his two bags, walked up Main street A dreary, forbidding building at the first corner bore the sign Commercial House"
 Weep no more, my lady.
 Oh, weep more today! hummed MT. Magee cynica1ly under his breath and glanced up at the sod- sary upetairs window that gleamed yellow in the night
 At a corner on which stood a little shop that advertised s'Groceries and Provisions he paused. Let me see,'' he pondered. s9The tights will be turned off, of course. Candles and little something for the inner man in case it's the closed sea- son for cooks.o
 | He went inside, where a weary old woman served him. "What sort of candles" she in nuired, with the air of one who had an infinite variety in stock. MT. Ma gee remembered that Christmas was near. ,sssss9zsss 4ssssss
 'sFor Christmas tree" he explain ed. He asked for two hundred
 I've only got forty," the woman said ssWhat's this tree rfor-the Or phans' homer
 With the added burden of package containing his purchases in the tiny store MT. Magee emerged and contin ued his journey through the stingine snow.
 ..Don Quixote, my boy,'' he mutter ed, q know how you felt when you moved on the windmil1s.'' oTo be continued.l
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