The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-04
ICON tlnued from yeBterday.l


''Your train back 10 New York city,"
replied MIR. Quimby. Don't try to
start back in the night There amt no
train till morning"
''Ah, Quimby," laughed Mr.. Magee.
stick 1t out But I'll show you. 1 tell
you I'm hungry for solitude"
That's all right" Mr.. Quimby re-
spouded. .'You can't make three square
meals day or solitude"
Elm desperate" said Magee. Henry
Cabot Lodge must come to me. say.
with tears in his eyes. Ever see the
senator that way? No? 1t isn't going
to be an easy job. must put it over.
| must go deep into the hearts of men
up here and write what 1 find. No
more shots In the night. just the ad-
venture of soul and soul. Do you see:
BY the way, here's $50, your first
weeks pay as caretaker of New
York Quixote."
whats that?" asked ouimby.
"Quixote" explained Mr.. Magee.
"was a Spanish lad who was little
confused in his mind and went about
the country putting up at summer re
sorts in midwinter."
I'D expect it of Spaniard." Quinn
by said. BE careful of that fire. I'll
be up in the morning. He slowed
away the bill Mr. Magee had given
him. Il guess nothing viii interfere
with your Ionesomeness. LeastwayS i
hope it won't Good night"
Mr.. Magee babe the man good night
and listened to the thump Of his boots
and the closing of the great front
door From his windows he watched
the caretaker move down the road
without looking back. to disappear at
last in the white night.
Throwing of his great coat, Mr.. Ma
gee noisiiy attacked the tire. The
blaze flared red on his strong. humor-
Gus mouth. in his smiling eyes. Next
In the pickering half light of suit Z
he distributed the contents OF his trav-
cling bags about. On the table he
placed n number of new magazines
and few books.
Then MIR. Magee sat down in the big
leather chair before the fire and caught
his breath
Yes. here he was, and here was the
solitude he had come to find. Mr.. Ma
gee looked nervousIy about, and the
smile died out OF his gray eyes. For
the first time misgivings snote him.
Might one not have too much of
good thing? silence like that OF the
tomb had descended. He recalled sto-
ries of men who went mad from lone
illness. What place lonelier than this?
The wind howIed along the balcony; it
ratified the windows. Outside his door
lay a great black cave, in summer gay
with men and maids. now like Cru
soe's island before the old man landed.
Alone. alone; all. all alone" quoted
Mr. Magee. IF l can't think here 1t
viii be because I'm not equipped with
the apparatus. / will. Ill show the
gloomy old critics! / wonder what's
doing 10 New York;"
New YORK: MIR MaEee looked Mt his
watch Eight O'Clock The great street
was ablaze. The crowds were parad-
ing from the restaurants to the thea
fers The electric signs were pastipg
iurid legends on long suffering sky;
the taxis were spraying Threats with
gasoline; the traffic cop at Broadway
and Forty-second street was madly
earning his pay Mr.. Magee got up
and walked the floor, New York!
Probably the telephone in his rooms
was ianging. vainly calling forth to
sport with Amaryllis in the shade OF
the rubber trees Billy Magee-B Billy
AIagee who sat alone in the silence on
Baldnate mountain. Fewsknew of his