The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-09
EARI. DfRR
BIOOER.S
Gspyriehf, 1913. by the Bebbs-hlesrisl
 cempany

eft seems odd remarked Mx. 1fa- zee, Ito hear you speak of the time Fou walked on pavements.s
 eI haven't always been on BakfDate mountain,r ? replied the hermit. Once [, too, paid taxes and wore a derby hat and sat in barbers' chairs Yes, sat in lem in many towns, in many corners of this little round globe But that's all over now
 The three yfaitoTs gazed at Mir. Pc teEs wilma new interest.
 ssNew York; said Mr. Max softly, as better man might have spoken the name of the girl he loved, tits great httle Christmas tree The candles are elways burning, and the tinsel pres ezzts always look good to me-,
 The hefnitss eyes strayed far away Eown the mountain and beyond - sEzTevq York; said he, and his tone vas fhat in which Max had said the words. ssa great little Christmas tree k h. wfth nne presents for the reach- Ing. Sometimes at night here nee 1t hs it was four years ago. see the rand1es lit on the great white way bear the elevated roar and the news boys shout and Diamond Jim Brady appIaudfng at musical comedy's first night New Y0rkF'
 Mir Max rose poznpously and pointed yellow finger at the kermit of Bald pate monntain-
 ssE got yOuF' he cried i'm triumph ssTm wfses You want to go back
 A half hearted smile crossed the visi- hle portion of the heru1itss face.
 CT guess I'm abaut the poorest liar 1n the worzd;ss he said. .T never got away with but one lie in my life and fhas WAS only for a little while It wAs a masterpiece while it 1asted too But it was my only hit as liar. Usually faiI, us have failed now. [ lied when said couldn't cook for you because h2d to be true to my hermltss. oath That isn't the reason I'm afraid.''
 eAfraIdY' echoed MT. Magee.
 stseared, Baia Mir Peters, tof tsnpta- kzon- Your seventh son of seventh son friend here has read my palm. O. K II want to go back. Not in the summer, when the inn b1azes like Broadway every evening and can sit here and lisEen to the lnte3t comic. opera tunes come drifting tip from the. casino and go down and 1ning1e with the muslin brigade any time I want and see the sympathetic look in their eyes as they buy my postals- It ain't then I want to go back. It's when fall comes and the trees on the noun tain are bare and Quimby locks up the inn and there's only the wind and me on the mounfain- them get the fever. haven't the postcard trade to think of-so think of Ellen and New York. Shesrmy wife New Y0rk-it's my town.
 .sThat's why can't come among you to cook It'd be leading me into temptaticn greater than could stand. I'd hear your talk and like IS not when you went away I'd shave off this beard and burn the manuscript of sWoman' and go down into the raarts sf trade. Last night I walked the floor till 2. can't stand such tempta- tion.
 Mr. Peters auditors regarded him in silence. He rose and moved toward the kitchen door
 Now you understand how 1t ds,s he said tPsehaps yo11 zz1if EG and leave me to my baking
 "One minute objected MT. Magee- ssYou spoke of one He-your master piece We must hear about that-,'
 It was like this," :" he began sFive years ago worked for a fruit com pany, and business sent me sliding along at the edges of strange sens and picture book lands. met little brown men and listened to the soft swish of the banana growing and had an or ehestra seat at a revolution or two. Don't look for magazine story about overthrown tyrants or anything like that It's just a quiet little lie I'm speaking of, told on a quiet little aft ernDoR by the sands of a sea as blue as Baldpate inn must have been this morning when didn't show up with breakfast
 sitting on those 5eiiow Sands the afternoon I speak of. weAkinE carpet slippers made for me by loving, so to speak, hands, I saw Alek6f1fer Mo Mann come along. He vas tall and straight and young and free, and I z anvsed hfm, for even in those days my figure would never have done in a clothing advertisement owing to the heritage of too many table d'hotes about the middle. Well, McMann sat at my side and little by little, with khe see washing sadike near by, T got from him the story Of his exile and #hy-
 men mad sent him off for the equator This one's name was Marie, I think and she worked at lunch counter in Kansas City. From the young mans bill of fare description of her I gath cred thatsshe had cheeks like peaches end cream, but heart like a lunch &ounter doughnut, which is hard.
 e She cast you off2 I asked.
 She threw me down said he"
 
 CHAPTER XIV.
 A FaIsehced Under fhe PaInns.