The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-18

MT Bentley, huI I can't help wonder ing what his father will say. And !; there's lot of things you haven't took into consideration
 ssFhere certainly is, young man. re- marked Mrs Qufmby, bustling for
 ward. sHow sAre you going to keep | warm in that big barn Of a placer" 'sThe suits on the second hoor," said Mir. Magee, s.are, 1 hear. equipped with fireplaces. MT. Quimby will keep me
 supplied with fuel from the forest p1i-
 lneva1, for which service he will re- ceive $2O week
 ssAnd nght7" asked Mrs. Quimby.
 ttFor the present, candles. | have forty in that package. Later; perhaps.
 you can find me an oil lamp. Oh, ev- erything will be provided for"
 ssWell,'' remarked MT. Quimby, look ing in dazed fashion at his wife. sI'H reckon HI have to talk it over
 with ma.',
 The two retired to the next room, and MT. Magee fixed his eyes on
 God Bless Our Home motto while he awaited their return Presently they
 reappeared.
 was you thinking of eating?" in-s
 quired Mrs. Quimby sareastieally, while you stayed up there ?" A i ssFor the most part I will prepare my l own meals from cans and-er-jars- Sand such pagan sources. But now and
 then you, Mrs. Quimby, are going to
 send me something cooked as no other
 woman in the county can cook it. II can see it in your eyes. In my poor | way I shall try to repay you" He continued to smile into Mrs. l Quimbyss broad, cheerful face MT.
 Magee had the type of smile that
 moves men to part with ten until Sat- urday and women to close their eyes
 and dream of Sir Launcelot. 1 ''It's all fxed.. he cried. .:Wen get
 on splendidly. And now-for Baldpate
 inn.''
 Mot just yet said Mrs. Quimby. I q ain,t one to let anybody go up to Ba1dgate inn unfeds I 'spose we're I sort O responsible for you while you're 1 up here. You just set right down and I I'll have your supper hot and smok- 1 ing on the table in no tme.'
 MT. Magee entered into no dispute on | this point, and for half an hour he | was the pleased recipient of advice, philosophy and food. When he had
 assured Mrs. Qi1imby that he had eat
 en enough to last him the entire two
 months he intended spending at the inn
 MT. Quimby came in, attired in huge
 before the war; ulster and carrying a lighted lantern. 4
 "so you're going to sit up there and
 write things, !" he commented Well,
 reckon you'll be left to yourself. all right"
 sT hope so,'' responded Mr. Magee.
 sI want to be so lonesome I'll sob
 myself to sleep every night. It's the
 only road to Immortality. Goodby,
 Mrs. Quimby. In my fortress on the I mountain I shall lexpect an occasional
 culinary message from you, He took
 her plump hand. This motherIy little woman seemed the last link binding ] him to the world of reality. .sGoodby,' smiled Mrs. Quimby. "Be l careful of matches
 MT. Quimby led the way with the lantern, and presently they stepped out ppon the road
 tBy the way. Quimby.' remarked MT. Magee, is there, 8 girl in your town who has blue eyes, light hair and the general air of queen out shopping7"
 Light hair!'' repeated Quimby. There's Sally Perry. She teaches iu j. the Methodist Sunday school sNo." said MT. Magee "My de scription was poor, I'm afraid. This
 one refer to, when she weeps, gives the general effect of mist on the sea at dawn. The Methodists do not mo fl nopolize her.
 T .I read books, and read newspa- pers," said MT. Quimby, 'sbut a lot o1 your talk I don't understand The critics" replied Billy Magee .'could explain. My stuff is only fol low brows. Lead on, MT. Qufmby." Baldpate inn did not stand hptoe on ! the misty mountain top. Instead il l clung with grim determination to th< ! side of Baldpate, about halfway up ? much as a city man clings to the run
 ming board of an open street car. This 5 was the comparison MT. Magee made
 and even as he made it he knew thai : atmospheric conditions rendered i
 questionable. For an open street cal f suggests summer and the ball park
 Baldpate inn, as it shouldered darkly into MT. Magee's ken, suggested win f ter at it's most wintry.
 I About the great black shape tha , was the inn, like arms, stretched . broad verandas MT. Magee remarked : upon them to his companion.
 Those porches and balconies ant : things he said, twill come in hand. in cooling the feyered brow of genius
 There ain't much fever in this local ity," the practical Quimby assure, ' him, especially not in winter" SiIenced, MT. Magee followed tn : lantern of Quimby over the snow t the broad steps, and up to the grea I front door There Magee produces T from beneath his coat an impressiv l key Mir Quimby made as though t y assist. but was waved aside. 2 .sThis is ceremony MT. Mage Q told him, "some day Sunday newspa Q per stories will be written about fl
 Balapate inn opening its doors to tn