The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-04-01
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"An the topics In the world he re-
piled. can lead 10 but one with me-
Ships asked the girl.
.For honeymoons, be suggested
''Shoes z" ~ "a
..In some circles of society 1 believe
they are flung at bridal parties.
And, sealing wax:
Ion the licsnseS isn't it," he queried
They were their at the great front
door OF Baidpate inn.
Inside. before the Office fire. Miss
Thoruhill read a magazine in the lndo-
lent fashion so much affected ut Bald
pate inn during the heated term. while
the mayor of Reuton chutted a1niably
with the pouderously coy Airs. Norton.
Into this circle burst the .enyoys TO
the hermitage. flushed. energetic. snow
TAXED.
Hail to the chef who in triumph nd
vances.' cried Mr. Aiasee. ts@
AIyra ThornhilI laid down her maya
zine and fixed her great black eyes
-upon the radiant girl in corduroy. &
land was the walk in the morning
air. she asked. ''all you expected"
-.AIl and much more. laughed Miss
Norton mischievously regarding the
man who had baobied to her of nove
on the mountains. BY the way. enjoy
Mr. Peters white you can. Hes lack
for just one day.
Eat. drink aud he merry. for tonor-
row the cook leaves. as the. fellow
says supplemented Mr.. Max. renaoy-
i'm: his ovGrcoat.
How about a quick lunch, Peters,
srnn
.'out of what I'd lise to know" put
in Mrs. Norton Not thi:.:- IN the
house to eat. Just like a man.
you didn't look in the right place.
ma'am." replied Mr. Peters. with rel
/ ish. II got supplies for couple of
days in the kitchen"
/ Well. what's the sense in hiding
eng the large lady inquired.
'.It amt hidinG-it's system. eS-
planned Mr.. Peters. Something wo-
men don't understand" He came close
to Mr.. Niagce and whispered low. You
didn't warn me there was another
of en-"
The last on my word of honor"
! Magee told him.
.,rrhe last" snecred Mr. Peters.
There isn't any last up here" And
with n sidcluu. glance 1T the new
Z Eve in his mountain Eden he turned
away to the kitchen.
Now whispered MaGee to Miss
! Norton. III get you that" package,
{ I'll prove that it was for you fought
/ and bIed the mayor of Reuton. Watch
/ for our chance. When see you again
/ III have it in my pocket"
You mustn't fail me-" she replied.
!
/ Mr.. NIagee started for the stairs.
i Between him and them doomed sud
/ denly the great bulk of aIr. Cargan.
/ His hard menacinG eyes looked full
( into Magee's.
II want to speak to you. young fell
. low he remarked.
I'm battered said Magee. that
you find my company so enchanting.
In ten minutes I'll be ready for an
other Interview.
You're ready now" answered the
mayor. even if you don't know it.
I've been trying to dope you out. and
l think I've got you. I've seen your
! kind before Every few months one
i of 'em breezes into Repton. spends u
whole day talking to few rats I've
had to exterminate from politics and
then fies back to New York with 4
ten page story of my vicious career all
ready for the linotypers: Yes. sir. l
got you. You write sweet things for
/ the magazines.
Think so?" inquired Magee.
Know it, returned the mayor
heartily. so you're out after old jim
Cargans scalp aSnin. are you?
thought that now. seeing stories on
the corruption Of the courts IS s."
plentiful you'd let the same of the
city halls alone for awhile. But
well. guess I'm what you guys call
good copy. Big. brutnl. uneducated.
picturesque-yo see l read them sto
Fies myself How long will the AIneri-
can public stand being ruled by II man
ike this. when it might be authoriz-
ing pretty boys with Kid gloves to get
next to the good things? That's the
dope. amt it-the old dope of the re-
form g:Rg. the bullyhuo OF the bunch
that cR1l't let the existing order stand:
Don't worry / amt going TO get
started on flint again. But ] want +