The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-30
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set NE speak.p said Miss Norton
mir. Peters and ] have been friends.
you might say, for three years. At was
three years ago my awed eyes 6rst fell
upon him. selling bis postcards ut the
inn. He was TO me then the true ros
Ifiahce, tie man to whom the world
meaIs nothing without a certain wo-
mAn at his side. That is what he has
meant to all the girls who came to
Raldpate. ..Re isn't going to shutter
my IDEAL Of him-he isn't going 20 re-
fuse a lady in distress. You will come
for Just little while, won't you. Mr.
Peters2"
But Peters shook his head agaln.
II dislike women as sex he said.
"bHt I've .alwas been gentle and easy
With isolated. examples of enI. IL
amt my style. to turn 'em down. But
this is asking too much. I'm sorry.
but / got to-be true to my oath-l got
to be n hermit
Maybe sueered ar. Max, ''he-s got
good renson for being hermit May
be there's brass buttons aud blue uni
forms mixed up In it
You come from the great world OF
suspicion" answered the hermit, turn
ing reproYinS eyes upon him. Your
talk Is natural II goes with the life
you lead. But It isn't true
And Mr.. Max is the last who should
IRsinuate." rebuked Mr. Magee. WAY.
only last night he denounced suspi-
cion and bemuaned the fact that there
Is 50 much OF 1t In the world.
well he might" replied the hermit.
/ - ~
life. especially in New York" He
drew the purple dressing gown closer
about his plump form. Il remember
the last time was in the big town
seeing a crowd OF men in the grill room
OF the HOFFMAN House, One Of them.
long lean. ike An eel. stopped down
and whispered in the ear of a little
fellow with diamond horseshoe desc
Grating his haberduSherv md pointing
to another man near by. No. won t !
says the man with the diamonds. 4
don't Introduce nobody to nobody
Let every man play his own game. /
say. That's New York. That's the
essence. of the town. 1 introduce no
body to nobody"
..It seems odd, remarked AR. Ma
gee. ITO hear you speak OF the tune
you walked on pavemepts. f.....s,,
Il haven't always been on Raidpate
mountain" replied the hermit Once
/. too. paid taxes and wore Il derby
hat ana sat in BARRIERS chairs Yes.
| sat IN EN- IN many towns, in many
corners of this little round globe. Sut
that's all over now"
The three visitors gnzed at Mr.. Pc
tiers with new interest.
New York said Mr.. Max softly. as
better man might have spoken the
name OF the girl lie loved. its a great
little Christmas. tree. The candies are
always burning, and the tinsel pres
ents always look good 10 me .,--
The hermit.s eyes strslyed far away
down the mountain and beyond.
New York. said he. and his tone
was thar in which Max had said the
words. "A great little Christmas tree
1t is. with fine presents for the reach
ing. Sometimes at night here see II
nS 1t was four years ago. ! see the
candles lit on the great white way. !
henr the elevated roar and the news
boys shout ana Diamond Jim Brady
npplauding at IL musicai comedy'S first
night. New York
Mr.. Max rose pompousIx and pointed
d yellow finger at the hermit OF Raid
pate mountain.
II cot you:.' he cried In triumph.
I'm wise. You want to 20. hack
4 half hearted smile crossed the Visi-
bile portion or the Iiermit's face.
II guess I'm about the poorest liar
in the world he said. Il never got
away with but one lie In my life stnd
xt-I,f IL
was a masterpiece while 1t LASTED too.
But 1t was nay only hit as liar.
Usually / fniI. as | have failed now
lied when l said | couldn't cook for
You because had to he true TO my
hermit's oath. That isn't the reason.
I'm afraid
"Afruid:" echoed Mr.. Masee.
Scared said Mr.. Peters. of tehptn-
ton. Your seventh son Of seventh
son friend here las. -read my palm
o. *. want to 80 bdcE. Not III the
summer, When The iun biazes ike
Broadway every evening, and ! eau sit
here and listen to the latest comic
opera tunes come drifting up from the
casino and go down and mingie with
the muslin brigade any. time / want
and see the sympathetic look in their
eyes as they buy my postaIs. 1t aih't
then l want to. so back. Its when
fell comes and the trees on the noun
tain nrt bare and ouimby locks up tie
inn and there's onlS. the wind and me
on the mountnin-then get tile fever.
/ haven't the postcard trnde to think
of-so think Of Ellen ana New York.
She's-my wife. New York-it's my
town,
..Thats WHY /. can't come among
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