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get YOU in their discovery or tne next
distorted wonder. Briefly. Mr.. Bland
and myself will outline the tangle OF
events that brought us to the inn
Briefly is right" broke in Bland.
"And then it's Inc for that mountain
GUS mattress of mine ] can rattle my
story off in short order and give you
the fine points tomorrow. Up to a
short time ago.
But Billy Magee interrupted. An
idea, magnificent, delicious. mirthful,
had come to him. Why not? He
chuckled inwardly, but his face was
most serious.
"I should like to tell my story first,
If you please" he said.
The haberdasher grunted. The pro-
fessor nodded. Mr.. Magee looked
Bland squarely in the eye, strangled
the laugh inside and began:
up to short time ago was a
haberdasher in the city Of Reuton. My
name, let me state, is Magee-William
Magee. l fitted the gay shoulder
blades of Reuton with clothing from
the back of pages Of the magazines.
and as for neckties"-
Mr.. BANDS sly eyes had opened
wide. He rose to majestic height
majestic considering the bedquilt.
See here he began.
"Please don't interrupt" requested
Mr.. Magee sweetly. II was. as ] have
said. happy. carefree haberdasher
And then-she entered my life. Ara
bella was her name. Ah, professor.
your lady Of the yellow locks, crisped
like golden wire-even she must new
er in my presence be compared with
Arabella. She-she had-a-face-Npah
Webster couldn't have found words to
describe 1t. And her heart was true t.
yours truly-at least thought that IT
was"
Mr.. Magee ratified on. The haber-
dasher. his calling and his tragedy
snatched from him by the humorous
Magee. retired with sullen face into his
beduuilt. Carefully Mr. Magee led up
to the coming Of the man from Jersey
City; in detail he laid bare the duel OF
haberdashery fought in the name OF
the fair Arabella. AS he proceeded his
enthusiasm grew. He added fine bits
that had escaped Mr.. Bland. He paint
ed with free hand the picture OF trag
edy's dark hour: the note hinting at
suicide he gave in full. Then he told
of how his courage grew again. of how
he put the cowardice of death behind
him. resolved to dare all-and live. He
finished at last, his voice husky With
emotion. Out of the corner Of his eye
he glanced triumphantly at Bland
That gentleman was gazing thought
fully at the blazing logs.
"You did quite right" commented
Professor Bolton. "in making up your
mind to live. And now, the gentleman
in the-er-the bedquilt. Has he, too
a story?"
Yes" laughed Mr.. Magee, "let's hear
now from the gentleman In the bed
quilt. Has he, too. a story? And II
so, what is it?'
He smiled delightedly into the eyes
of Bland. What would the ex-haber
dasher do, shorn Of his fictional expla
nation? Would he rise in his wrath
and denounce the man who had stolep
his ArabeIla? Mr.. Bland smiled back
He stood up. and contingency thai
had not entered Mr.. Magee's minc
came to be.
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a sneer. We'll see." he said. Wen
settle all that in the morning" His
tone took on a more friendly aspect
I'm going to pick out downy couch
n one Of these rooms" he said. land
lay me down to sleep. Say, l could
greet q blanket like long lost friend"
Mr.. Nagee proffered some Of the cov-
ers that Quimby had given him and
accompanied Mr.. Bland to suit 10,
across the hall. With a brisk good
night Mr.. Magee returned to No. 7.
But he made no move toward the
chilly brass bed In the inner room.
Instead he sat long time by the fire.
He reflected on the events Of his first
few hours in that supposedly uninhab-
tied solitude where he was to be alone
with his thoughts. He pondered the
way and manner Of the fippant young
man who posed as a lovelorn haber-
dasher and under whose ilppancy
there was certainly an air Of hostility.
Who was Andy Rutter, down in Reu-
ton? What did the young man mean
when he asked II he should "close up
shop?" Who was "he" from whom
came the orders, and, most important
of all. what was in the package now
resting in the great safe?
Mr.. Magee smiled. Was this the
stuff Of which solitude was made?
He threw of his dressing gown and
began to unlace his shoes.
There has been too much crude
melodrama in my novels" he reflected.
"It's so easy to write. But I'm going
to get away from all that up here. I'm
going" -.
Mr.. Magee paused, with one shoe
poised in his hand. For from below
came the sharp crack Of pistol, fol-
lowed by the crash of breaking glass.
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NUMBER I3

try to come downstairs tonynL I've
got gun, and l amt afraid to shoot"
He paused. A look Of fright passed
over his face, for on the floor above
they both heard soft footsteps. then q
faint click as though door bad been
gently closed.
This inn," whispered Bland, has
more keys than literary club in pro-
hibition town. And every ones in use.
I guess. Remember, don't try to come
downstairs. I've warned you. Or Ara
bella's castoff Romeo may be found
with bullet in him yet"
II shan't forget what you say" an
swered Mr.. Magee. 'Shall We look
about upstairsY'
Bland shook his head.
no" he said. go in and 60 10
bed. It's the downstairs that-that
concerns me. Good night"
He went swiftly down the steps.
leaving Mr.. Magee staring wondering
ly after him. Like wrath he merged
with the shadows below. Magee turn
ed slowly and entered No. 7. A fan
tastic film Of frost was on the win
dows; the inner room was drear and
chill. Partially undressing. he lay
down on the brass bed and pulled the
covers over him.
At length his mind seemed to stand
still, and there remained Of all that
amazing evenings pictures but one
that Of a girl In blue corduroy suit
Who wept-wept only that her smile
might be the more dazzling when 1t
Uashed behind the tears. with yel-
low locks. crisped like golden wire.'
murmured Mr. Magee. And 50 he fell
asleep.
Every morning mt 8. when slumbers
chains had bound Mr.. Magee In his
New York apartments. he was awak-
ened by a pompous valet named Geof-
frey. whom he shared with the other
young men In the building. 1t was
Geoffrey's custom to enter. raise the
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90 used to paint danes like that"
curtains and speak Of the weather In
4 voice vibrant with feeling, as or
something he had prepared himself and
was anxious to have Mr.. Magee try.
So, when rattling noise came to his
ear on his first morning at Baldpate
inn, Mr. Magee breathed sleepily from
the covers, Good morning, Geoffrey.'
But no CHEEKY voice replied in terms
of sun, wind or rain. Surprised, Mr..
Magee sat up in bed. About him the
maple wood furniture Of suit stood
shlvering in the chill Of December
morning. Through the door ut his left
he caught sight of white tub into
which. he recalled sadly. not even
Godfrey could coax gllttering drop.
Yes-he was at Baldpate inn. He re-
membered-the climb with the dazed
Quimby up the snowy road. the plant
of the lovelorn haberdasher. the va.
garies Of the professor with penchant
for blonds. the mysterious click OF the
door latch on the floor above. And
last Of all-strange that it should have
been last-a girl In blue corduroy some
what darker than her eyes. who wept
amid the stations gloom.
81 wonder" reflected Mr.. Magee,
staring at the very brassy bars at the
foot Of his bed, "what new varia-
tions on seclusion the day will bring
forthi"
Again came the rattling noise that
had awakened him. He looked toward
the nearest window, and through an
unfrosted corner Of the pane he saw
the eyes of the newest variation star
ing at him In wonder They were dark
eyes and kindly. They spoke a desire
to enter.
Rising from his warm retreat. MT.
Magee took his shlvering way across
the uncarpeted floor and unfastened
the windows catch. From the bluster-
Ing balcony plump little man stepped
inside. He had market basket on
his arm. His face was a stranger 70
razors; his hair to shears.
Magee dived hastily back under the
covers. "WellT he questioned.
$50 you're the fellow?" remarked the
little man in awe. He placed the
basket on the floor. 1t appeared to bs
filed with bromide groceries, such as
the most subdued householder carries
home
(Which fellowT asked Mr.. Magee.
'"The fellow Elijah Quimby told me
about" explained he Of the long brown
locks, 1.-The fellow that's come up to
Baldpate inn to be alone with bis
thoughts"
you're one Of the villagers. I take
It?' guessed Mr.. Magee.
"You're dead wrong. I'm no villager.
My instincts are all in the other direc.
hon-away from the crowd. I live up
near the top Of Baldpate In a little
shack I built myself. Ny names Pc
ters, Jake Peters, In the winter. But
In the summer, when the inns open
and the red and white awnings are
out and the band plays In the Casino
every night, then I'm the hermit OF
Baldpate mountain. come down here
and sell picture postcards Of myself
to the ladies'"
Mr.. Magee appeared overcome with
mirth.
fro BIZ Continual -
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31
Cock and Bull Stories.

Every now and then some COCK and
bull yarn is started by ignorant men ~
to evil effects of ensilage. No one can
stop them. They are natural product
of ignorance. Disraeli once said that
seven Providence could not provide for
the unforeseen Vaccinations Of stupidi-
ty." About once in 30 often We are
called upon to dispute the statement
that ensilage Injuries the teeth OF cows.
The latest tom.foolery of that kind 10
that ensilage causes acidity In the soil,
and we notice DIR. Hart of the Wisconsin
College of Agriculture feels called upon
to dispute 1t. But the worthy doctor
has an intermiuable task ahead of him
IL he puts down every ignorant tale that
is told about the silo and about ensilsge.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31
CHAPTER w.
BIonds and Sufragettei

IA R. MAGEE slipped into his
IM dressing gown, seized a candle
ii Ill and. like the boy in the nursery
S rime with one shoe of and one
shoe on, ran into the hall. All was
silent and dark below. He descended
to the landing and stood there, holding
the candle high above his head. 1t
threw q dim light as far as the bottom
of the stairs, but quickly lost the bat
tie with the shadows that lay beyond.
"Hello! the voice of Bland, the
haberdasher, came out Of the black
ness. THE Goddess Of Liberty, as
live! What's your next imitation"
'There seems to be something do
ing" said Mr.. Magee.
Mr.. Bland came into the light par
tally disrobed. his revolver in bis
hand.
Somebody trying to get in by the
front door," he explained. II shot at
him to scare him away. Probably one
Of your novelists."
"Or Arabella," remarked Mr.. Magee,
coming down.
NO" answered Bland. II distinct
ly saw derby hat"
With Mr. Magee descended the yel-
low candlelight. and. brushing aside
the shadows Of the hotel Office, 1t re-
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GI1R. BLAND walked calmly u
IMI the table and picked mp pop
Ill III ular novel that lay thereon
On its cover was the picture
of a very beautiful maiden.
"See that dame:' he inquired OF the
professor. sort Of makes man sl'
,lp and take notice. doesn't she? Even
the frostbitten haberdasher here has
got to admit that in some ways sht
has this Arabella person looking ike
faded chrome in your grandmother
parlor on q rainy afternoon. Ever gel
my notion, professor. the way pic
,ure like that boosts a novel III the
busy marts of trade? No? Well
Mr.. Bland continued. Mr.. Magee
leaned back. overjoyed. in his chair.
Here was a man not to be annoyed by
the mere filching of his story. Here
was man with sense OF humor.
an opponent worthy his foes best ef'
forts.
IT used to paint danes like that
Bland was saying to the dazed pro
lessor. He explained how his pictures
had enabled many novelist to "eat
up the highway in buzz wagon" AS
he approached the time when the nov
elists besieged him he gave full play
to his imagination. One. he said
sought out his apartments in an aero
plane.
"Say, professor" he finished, "were
in the same boat-both hiding from
writers. 4 fellow that's spent his life
selling ncckties- well, he can't exactly
appreciate our situation. There's what
you might call bond between you
and me. Dye know. felt drawn to
YOU lust after | fired that first shot.
That's why | didn't blaze away again
We're gong to be great friends. can
read 1t in the stars"
He took the older mans hand feel
lngly, shook it and walked away. cast
ing n covert glance of triumph mt MIR
Magee.
The face of the holder Of the Gran,
dali chair of comparative literature
was a study. Ee looked first Mt one
young man. then mt the other AGAIN
he npplied the handkerchief to his
shining head.
"All this is very odd he said
thoughtfully.
He permitted Mr. Magee to escort
him into the hall and to direct his
search for bed that should serve him
through the scant remainder OF the
night. Overcoats and rugs were press
ed into service as cover. Mr.. Blnnd
blithely assisted.
"If see any newspaper reporters,
he assured the professor OH parting.
I'll damage more than their derbies."
"Thank you." replied the old man
heartily. You are very kind. Tomor-
row we shall become better acquaint-
ed. Good night"
The two young men came ont and
stood in the hallway. Mr.. Magee spoke
in low tone.
| tOTSlVe Tue, ue Spiu' Ao' os~"'
Ing your Arnbella."
"Take her and welcome" said Bland
"She was beginning to bore me any
how. And I'm not in your class as an
actor" He came close to Magee. In
the dim light that streamed out from
No. 7 the latter saw the look on bis
face and knew that underneath all
this was a very much worried young
man.
"For Gods sake" cried Bland, tel
me who you are and what you're doing
here. In three words-tell me-"
1T I did" Mr.. Magee replied. you
wouldn't believe me. Let such minor
matters as the truth wait over till to
morrow"
"well, anyhow" Bland said. his foot
on the top step. 1--WE are sure Of one
thing-we don't trust each other. Pvt
got one parting word for you. Don''
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In speaking of his Investigations to
discover the elements entering into suo-
cess in dairy farming, DR.. Dexter of tho
Farm Management Division Of the De-
partment Of Agriculture, said that he
found the following to be the prime fac
tors: First, the kind of man. II intelli-
gent and well read he had seven times
the chance of the ordinary man and re-
ceived 81. AZ for every dollar invested.
Second, the type Of cattle. The man
who kept the dairy type had nine times
the chance OF the man who did not and
received $1.41 for every dollar invested; {;
and 40 the ratios continued for feeding
and care of stock, all going to show that
intelligence and ability pay large divi-
deuds ON the farm as they do in all lines
of endeavor.
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SnO SToWu
vealed a mattress lying on the floor
close to the clerks desk, behind which
stood the safe. On the mattress was
the bedding Magee had presented to
the haberdasher, hastily thrown back
by the lovelorn one on rising.
"You prefer to sleep down here,"
Mr.. Magee commented.
"Near the letters Of Arabella-yes,"
replied Bland. His keen eyes met Ma-
gees. There was challenge In them.
Mr.. Nagee turned, and the yellow
light of the candle fickered wanly over
the great front door. Even as he looked
at 1t, the door was pushed open. and
q queer figure Of man stood framed
against a background Of glittering
snow. Mr.. Bland's arm flew up.
Don't shoot" cried Magee.
mo, please don't" urged the man
in the doorway. A beard, pair OF
round, owlish spectacles. and two r.
diculous earmuffs, left only sugges-
ton of face here and there. II have
every right here, assure yNp, even
though my arrival is somewhat uncon-
ventional See-I have the key" BE
held up a large brass key that was
the counterpart Of the one Hal Bentley
had bestowed upon Mr.. Magee In that
club on far-off Forty-fourth street.
"Keys to burn." muttered Mr.. Bland
sourly.
81 bear no Ill will with regard to
the shooting" went on the newcomer.
He took Off his derby hat and rueful-
" regarded a hole through the crown.
His bald head seemed singularly frank
and naked above face Of 80 many
disguises. ut Is only natural that
men alone on a mountain should de-
fend themselves from invaders ut 2
In the morning. My escape was mar
row, but there Is no Ill will"
He blinked about him. his breath a
white cloud In the cold room.
Life. young gentlemen" he remark
ed, setting down his bag and leaning
green umbrella against 1t. "has Its
surprises even at sixty'cW0. List
night | was ensconced by my own H.
brary fire. preparing paper on the
Pagan renaissance. Tonight l am on
Baldpate mountain, with a perforatior
In my hat"
Mr.. Bland shivered. I'm going bach
to bed" he said In disgust.
FIRST" went on the gentleman Will
the perforated derby, permit me tt
introduce myself. am Professor
Thaddeus Bolton, and I hold the chail
of comparative literature In big east
ern university"
Mr.. Magee took the mittened han'
| Of the professor.
"Glad to see you, I'm sure" he said
my name Is Magee. This Is Mr.. Blanc
he Is impetuous. but estmable.
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That 16 percent N ,isture In butter AZ
the federal standard causes unfortunate
conditions through its enforcement, ac'
cording to the annual report of the sec
re,ary Of the treasury. This says u
has increased work of the officers in the
field, and in the administrative ofhce'
without appreciable revenue, and at the
same tune has imposed hardshiPs upon
many who produced and sold butter
Afterwards found to contain abnormal
moisture. The secretary does not advo
cate any change in the law, yet appar
ently has little use for 1t.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31

Mismating Fowls-"Never mate .
legged cookerel with short-legged
hens to improve the shape OF the prog
eny." writes Q poultry expert. "fou
viii only make matters worse" just
how is not made clear, 80 the reader is
left to conclude that the chicks will have
mismated legs.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31

As to overproduction, I believe that .
good business man, who can and will at-
tend to the various details Of production
and marketing, will find IN apple or
chard good investment. But In my
opinion, neglected orchard will be less
profitable In the future than In the past.
w. r. Ranuey, Vt.
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fro BIZ ooHrzNun.l
Likes It.

Miss Goodrich-I hear your husband
is q great lover Of the aesthetic. Mra
Nurich-Oh. yesl he takes one every
time he gets tooth pulled.-Stan.
ford Chaparral.
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31

Anyway It isn't the large pay check
that DAYS. unless when the cost OF pro-
duction 10 subtracted there remains Z
reasonable profit.
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Real Happiness.

To be truly happy IL question OF
how we begin and not Of how we end.
Of what we want and not Of what W
hsve-Stevens0n ..--..
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Daar Old Soull

"There are some people who believe
That the whole human race will be
saved" said an old lady. "but for my
part I hope for better things."
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31

Feed all the COWS viii eat without In
creasing their weight.
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AMONG THE FARMERS.
SPEED THE PLow."

Correspondence on practical agricultural topics
is solicited. Address all communications In
tended for this department to HENRY ID.
ocrat, Paris. Ne.
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CHAPTER v.
4 Professional Hermit Appears

C7R. BLAND walked calmly to
IM the table and picked mp pop
III ular novel that lay thereon
On its cover was the picture
Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1914-03-31

= n R. MAGEE paused. For sharp
|M ly in the silence the bell Of his
III room telephone rang out
He stood for q moment gaZ-
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The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1914-06-20
PETERSBURG
ALEXANDER R. BOILING
APPOINTED BY PRESIDENT
Descendant OF Old Southern Family
Selected as Cadet at Naval
Academy.
ONE OF TEN MEN SO CHOSEN
Following Trivial Dispute, One Negro
kills Observation-Disclosures Insur-
ance Man Struck and Injured by
}icyclc-Othcr Petersburg News.

Petersburg Va. juno 19-The fol-
lowing item which appeared In
the Philadelphia evening Bulletin
of June 10. IL OF interest to many rcla-
tives of the young man III this city and
state:
alexander Russell Boiling, son of
DIR. Robert II. Boiling. OF Chestnut
nm. philadelphia. has received an APP
pointncnt from President Wilson 10
the Navel Academy. at Annapolis. He
passed his mental ana physical exam
nations and left this morning to enter
the academy.
This is one OF the ten personal APP
polnt,ncnt5 given by the President each
wear. ON his mothers side, young
Boiling Is descended from an old South
ern family, who have been in the ser
vices of tho United States Navy for
almost q century. His grandfather
was the late Rcar-Admiral a. w. Rus
scil--is now on outpost duty at Vera
Cruz His father. DR.. Boiling. is de-
seconded from an old Virginia family.
who were on the side of the Conted-
eracy during the Civil War Mr.. Boil
ing's appointment is the result of his
mothers family's long connection with
the navy. 1T was obtained through IL
southern Congressman. The appiontoe
is eighteen years old. He attended
Chestnut Hill Academy for seven years
is II member OF the Philadelphia Crick-
ct Club, and was a m smbcr OF the Jun
Tor team. wnich won the city campion-
ship last year"
AS matter of interest in connection
with the above. il may be stated that
Young Boiling ~ in the eighth genera
ton In descent from Robert Boiling,
who married Jane Rolfe, granddaugh-
ter OF Pocahontas. He Is {, great
grandson of Colonel Robert l.. Boiling,
Of Centre nm" Petersburg and 10 tho
Oldest son of an oldest son in eight
generations. His Boiling ancestors
for seven generations bore the name Of
Robert.
The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1914-06-20
OF Interest to
Every Woman
Edited BY
Martha Wostovcr.
Home
BLUE DRESSES IN
"THE BLUE MOUSE"

London. June 19.-Many OF tho
dresses worn by Miss Leasing In Tho
Blue Mouse" arc blue so as to be In
Keeping with her nickname. In tho
first net 1t Is n lavender shade Of blue.
and tho materials are wolfe md char
mouse. The corsage is In the char
mouse opening over vest OF lace and
finished with It white satin collar but
It's moro original details are to be
found In tho way In which the folds
are carried from each side. crossed In
front and around the hips to the back.
where they meet "a panel OF the char
meuse, which falls to tile hem OF the
skirt.
deep founcc OF embroidered voile
provides tho upper part of the skirt.
and This meets Il deep killing OF chir-
fon In darker shade.
More Hue Frocks.
a small black hat, trimmed with n
stiff wreath Of white roses. completes
the costume. In the second act Miss
Leasing wears two dresses. Tho first
is In pale blue charmcusc. arranged
with Il long tunic over u scrics OF
cream lace frills. which are edged with
tiny pink roses. These white roses
arc again seen ON the rorsuge hang
in. from the bretelles OF blue chiffon