Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-04-17

him an important little man whose
duty it was to investigate at Upper
Asqrewan Falls such things as had
happened that night at Baldpate. Even
from his slumber he rose with the air
of a Judge and the manner Of a Sher-
lock Holmes. For an hour he asked
questions, and in the end he prepar-
ed to go in a seemingly satisfied state
of mind.
Quimbys face was very awed when
he came downstairs after a visit to
the room above.
Poor fellow" he said to Magee.
I'm sorry-he was so young" for
such as Quimby carry no feud beyond
the gates. He went over and took
Hendricks hand
Il never had a chance" he said, ito
thank you for all you tried to do for
me and my invention"
And it came to nothing in the
end?" Kendrick asked.
Nothing" Quimby answered. Z
l had to creep back to Baldpate noun
tain finally, broke and discouraged. /
have been here ever since. All my
blue prints. all my models-they're
locked away forever in a chest up in
the attic"
Not forever, Quimby." Kendrick re-
piled. Il always did believe in your
invention. l believe in it still. When
l get back into the harness I'm sure l
can do something for you.
I'm going to lay stretch of track
in Reuton with your joints. That's all
you need. They'll have to use 'em
then. Well force the Civic into it..
We can do it, Quimby-we surely
can"
Quimby rubbed his hand across his
eyes.
At 4 in the morning Baldpate inn,
wrapped in the arms of winter had all
the rare gayety and charm of a base
| ball bleacher on Christmas eve. Look
| ing gloomily out the window, Mr.. Ma
gee heard behind him the steps on
| the stairs and the low cautions of
Quimby, and two men he had brought
from the village. who were carrying
something down to the dark carriage
| that waited outside. He did not look
round. 1t was a picture he wished to
| avoid.
So this was the end-the end of his
two and a half days of solitude-the
end of his light hearted exile on Bald
pate mountain. He thought of Bland,
lean and white of face. gay of CAB.
| fleeing through the night, his Arabella
fiction disowned in the real tragedy
| that had followed. He thought of
Cargan and Max, also fleeing. wrath
| full, sneering, by Bland's side. He
thought of Hayden. jolting down the
mountain in that black wagon. So it
| ended
So it ended-most preposterous end
with William Hallowell Magee mad
ly, desperately, in love. By the gods
in love.
Quimby dragged into the room, the
strain of a rather wild night in Upper
Asquewan Falls in his eyes
Jake Peters asked me to tell you
he amt coming back he said. Mis-
Quimby is getting breakfast for you
down at our house. You better pack
up now and start down. I reckon. Your
train goes at half past g."
Mrs. Norton jumped up, prOclaiming
that she must be aboard that train at
any cost Miss Thornhill, the profess
sor and Kendrick ascended the stairs
and Magee gathered his things togeth-
er, put them in his bags and with a
| last look at No. closed the door for
ever on it's many eXcitements.
A shivering group awaited him at
the foot of the stair. Mrs. Norton's
hat was on at an angle even the most
| imaginative millincr could not have
approved. The professor looked older
than ever: even Miss ThOrnhill SEEM
ed a little less statuesquc and hand
some in the dusk. Quimby led the
| way to the door they passed through
| il and Mr.. Magee locked it after them
with the key Hal Bentley had blithely
given him on Forty-fourth street,
New York.
So Baldpate inn dropped back into
the silence to slumber and to wait.
Down the snowy road the five fol-