The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-19
BIOGERS
Copyright. 1915. by the Bobbs-ft--sill
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6Continued9 In through the dflnng room door stamped Quimby< grave of face, dszed Rt being reused from sleep, and with him an important little man whose duty it was to investigate at Upper Asquewan Falls such things as had happened that night at Baldpate. Even from his sIumber he rose with khe air of judge and the manner~ofs 3 Sherlock Holmes. For an hour he asked questions, and in the end he prepared to go in seemingly satisfied state of mind fN he came downstairs after visit to the room above
 ssPoor feilow.', he said to Ma gee. sFm sorry-he was, so young.e for Buch SIS Quimby carry no feud beyond the gates. He Wentf over and took Hendricks hand
 q never had chance he said, .to thank you for all you tried to. do for me and my invention
 And 1t came to nothing in the end 7'' Kendr1ek asked
 Nothing QuimbT answered. 1T had to creep back to Baldpate noun ' thin finally. broke and discoura ged- I have been here ever since All my 
 locked away forever in a chest rIp In The attzc's
 s.Not forever, Quimby,' Kendrick re- piled q always did believe In your invention. believe in it still. When get back into the harness I'm sure Ean do something for you
 @Fm going to lay a stretch of track En Reuton with your joints. That's all you need. They'll have to use 'em then Wen force the Civic into it. We can do it, Quimby surely can.'' Quimby rubbed his hand across his eyes.
 wrapped in the arms of winter, had all ball bleachers on Christmas eve. Look ing gIoomi1y out the window, MT. Ma gee heard behind him the steps on the stairs and the 1oT cautions of Quimby, md two men he had brought ffSsn the village, who were carrying something flown to the dark carriage that waited outside. He did not look round It was 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 garb, fleeing through the night, his ArabeI- la fiction disowned in the real tragedy that had followed He thought of Car gan and Max, also fleeing, wrathful, fsneering, by Bland's side. He thought of Hayden, joltfng down the mountain In that black wagon So it ended.
 So it ended-most preposterous end with William Hal1oweH Magee madly 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 hAlI you he ain't coming back" he said. "lIis Qufmby is getting breakfast for you down. at our house. You better pacl up now and start down, IT reckon Your train goes at half past 6''
 Mrs Norton Jumped up, procIaimins that she must be aboard that train al my cost Miss ThornhiI, the profes Eor and Kendrick ascended the stair. Bnd Magee gathered his things togeth nr. put them in his bags and with $ last look at No closed the door for ever On its many excitements.
 A shivering group awaited him a the foot of the stair. Mrs. Norton, hat was on at an angle even the mos imaginative mfIliner could not hay, approved The professor looked oIde than ever; even Miss Thornlill seemed 9 little less statuesoue and handsom in the dusk QuiInby led the way t, the door, they passed through it ans Efr. Magee locked it after them witt inc key Hal Bentley had blithely gfvel him on Forty-fourth street, New York
 So Baldpate inn dropped back int The silence to s1umbef and to wait
 %8,oF e--,<rxzu r-%of7 tho five sFfs1 lowed Quimby's lead.
 Come right in, all of you" chir ruped Mrs Qufmby, ushering then Into pleasant ocor of cookery. saTak, On your things and sit down. Break lasts most ready My land, I gues you must be pretty nigh starved ts Eleathl Quimby told me who was cook ing for you, and I says to Quimby What I says, that no account wo man hater messing round at a wo mans job, like that says. 'Heavel pity the people at the inn,' says. MI Peters may be able to amuse then with stories of how Cleopatra while' away the quiet Egyptian evenings says. sand he may be able to throw little new light on Helen of Troy, wh #ezIa object to having it thrown i sf=- was alive and the lady I think hel but 1 says, when it comes to cooking guess he stands about where you dt Quimby. You see, Quimby's repertor consists of coffee and soup, nd some times it's hard to tell which be mean Eo7 which,
 ESQ Mr. Peters has taken you in O the secret of the book he is writin against your sex?" remarked Billy Ms gee
 Not exactly that,'' Mrs. Quimb answered. brushing back a wisp Q gray hair, but he's discussed it in m presence. ignoring me at the time. To rec, he comes down here and reads hi lateaf chapters to Quimby . nights ma I've caught quite a lot of it on m way between the cook stove and tn sink,