Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1914-07-31

Magnet
Mountain
The Story Of Its Power OF
Attraction
BY CLARISSA MACKIE


1~t"tt-t-E"I-t''i-i~i~l-t
Linn Ellison looked Mt his compass
for long time before he reached out
and held 1t up to his companions eyes
what did l tell you, Baker2" he ask
ed quietly.
Baker rubbed his red hair perplexed-
ly. ut certainly does net cantanker-
GUS" he admitted "If any one should
ask me I'd say that there was n very
powerful magnet close by; but, as for
making me believe that Magnet noun
tain is really and truly magnetic, 1t
can't DO done"
What Is the matter with my com
pass and your watchT demanded
Linn.
Don't bother me with batty ques-
lions" answered Baker loftily. per.
NIT me to pursue my study of the
classics In peace" And he folded back
the pages OF his paper backed detective
story, propped his elbows on the ground
near the bright freight and read alb
sorbedly
Linn laughed and stretched his long
limbs
Surely McOlin must have had some
authority for his statement that there
existed in this vicinity mountain
with strong magnetic powers" he
unused, turning over the pages of DIR.
McOlln's "Wanderlngs In Out Of the
Way Places" Here no speaks of the
peculiar behavior of his delicate in
struments and of his visit to the noun.
tain and how his suspicious were con.
flrmed. He sends his book to his pub
fishers in New York and thenceforth
drops out of sight entirely. No one
knows what has become OF Sandy Nc
DIN. l wonder"
Baker looked up and grlnned.
"Stll wondering about tho noun
tainf" he gibed.
"They call 1t Magnet mountain"
contended Linn, scowling earnestly.
"They named me Percy Rollo Baker,
but do look like M" demanded tho
strong featured giant sarcastIcally.
Linn stretched himself again, arose
and sauntered out from the trees into
the moonlight.
I'm going for walk" no called
back.
Don't get too near the mountain
sang Baker, his nose deep in the book.
Across the open patch OF moonlight
and into the narrow trail that wound
through the spruces on the hillside
Linn Ellison found himself undergoing
strange sensations. A new and pow
erful vitality seemed TO possess him as
he mounted upward. At the top Of the
Hill he paused for moment, looking
up at the majestic grandeur of tho
snow capped peak Of Magnet noun.
tain. Bathed In moonlight, the penk
glistened like polished silver, and some
where below, among the black pines
that clothed the sides. there cleaned
a yellow light.
II wonder! muttered Linn again.
Now he plunged down the trail and
crossed Il little valley, TO climb steadily
up the opposite slope toward the silver
peak OF Magnet mountain.
He lost sight of the yellow light i'm
medately, and his way up the noun
tain led through untracked forests OF
pine and fir and spruce. His feet slip
ped on the fallen needles, and In his
nOstrils was the sweet pungency OF
balsamic Odors. He was painting II 1T
tie when he paused to rest Throwing
himself down under the low spreading
branches Of giant spruce, he gave
himself up to the wenriness that OPP
pressed his eyelids.
He slept
Linn Ellison awoke with start to
find that the moonlight had invaded
his resting place. He sat up and look
cd dnzedly at the apparition that fit
ted ncross the space md hOvered In
the shadows.
II was girl clad In short skirted
khaki costume. Her little feet, in high
tan boots. were plainly visible, while
her face wns I'm deep shadow, but Linn
saw that she was slender, 1.-THE and
graceful and that her slim fingers were
clasped about the barrel OF shotgun.
There was n tantallzlng uncertainty
about the face that could not be seen.
"Who is thereT he asked sharply.
A quick little sigh answered him, fol
lowed by sweet, qunverfng voice:
"Who are you? Oh. who nre your
she inquired.
''TheD you are alive after ALP ex.
claimed Linn joyously, for no reason
that he could explain. Upon my
word, | thought you were n gbostp