The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-25

counts.
 Come. mamma said Miss Norton, rising. .eIet's go up and pick out suit. There's one I used to have few. years ago You can see the her mit's shack from the windows. By the way, Mir. Magee, will you send MT Peters up to us? He may be able to help us get settled
 .4Ahern.' muttered MT. Magee q I'll have a talk with Peters. To be ]. quite frank, I anticipate trouble. You see, the hermit of Baldpate doesn't ! approve of women''-
 .sThe idiott' cried Mrs. Norton .sDeliciousr P laughed the girl
 q shall ask Peters to serve you" " said Magee. q shall appeal to his gallant side. But must proceed gently This is his first day as our cook, and you Know how necessary good first inn pression is with new cook I'll ap- peal to his better nature"
 ..Don't do it!' cried the girl. Don't emphasize us to him in any way or he may exercise his right as cook and leave. Just ignore us. We'll play at being our own beIlboys. :. ssIgnore you.D cried MT. Magee. What herculean tasks you seti I'm not equal to thai one.' He picked up their travelling bags and led the way upstairs. e1'm something of bellboy 1 myself when reused, he said 1 The girl selected suit IT, at the far 1 ther end Of the corridor from Magee's 1 apartments ssIt,s the very one I used ] to have years and years agoat least i two or three years ago., she said. ] Isn't it stupid All the furniture in g l heaps,
 aAnd cold 7 said Mrs. Norton. My land, | wish was back by my own I f1re'
 .sI'Il make you regret your words, i Mrs. Nortons' cried Magee. He threw ] up the windows, pulled off his coat and lsset to work on the furniture. The girl hustled. al bout, tightening his work by I her smile
 l T hope you don't expect tip" the girl said, laughing
 do,' he said, coming closer and I speaking in a voice that was not for the ear of the chaperon- T want tiR on this-do you really act?'
 She looked at him steadily.
 tsOnces': she said, when ' was six teen, appeared in an amateur play at 1 school It was my first and last ap- I pearance on the stage.
 J Thanks, lady,, remarked MT. Magee in imitation of the beIlboy he was SUD- posed to be. He sought No. T There l he made himself again presentab ble, after which he descended to the office. I Mr. Bland sat reading the New York paper before the fire. From the little card room and the parlor. the two :. rooms to the right and left of the ho- tells front door Qulmby had brought forth extra chairs. He stood now by
  q Bolton, engaged in conversation with that gentleman.
 Fest he was saying, ssI lived three I years in Reuton and i've years in New al York. It took me eight years eight years to realize the truth. 2
 1T heard about it from John Bent Il leY, the professor said gently i He's been pretty kind to me, MT. 1 Bentley has," replied Quimby. When the money was all gone he offered me this job. Once the Quimbys owned most of. the land around Baldpate mountain It all went in those eight years. To think that it took all those years for me to find it outi''
 If I'm not impertlnent, Quimby,' 2 put in AIagee, ssto find what out p
 That what wanted, the railroad men didn't want, replied Quimby bit terly and that was-the safety of the
 public. You see, II invented a new rail joint one that was a great i'm provement on the old kind. I had sori
 of an idea. when was doing IEa1 idea of service to the world-you
 know God, what a joke I sold all the Quimby lands, and went to Reu
 ton, and then to New York to place it Not one of the railroad men but ad, } mitted that it was an Improvement and a big one and not one but fought ike mad to keep me from getting il } down where the public would see it They didn't want the expense of g
 change Mr. Quimby looked out at the sunlil stretch of snow.
 Flight years r he repeated, sI fough l and pleaded. No, begged that wal the word-I begged. You d be surpris ! ed to know the names of some of thu men who kept me waiting in their pri } vate ofhces and sneered at me ovel their polished desks. They turned m,
 doWn-every oIe Some of them play
 ed me-as though I'd been fish. The,
 referred me to other ends of the samt
 big game, laughing in their sleeves,
 guess, at the knowledge of how hope less it was. Oh, they made a fine foo of me-
 "You might have put down some O your joints at your own expense sug
 gested the professor.
 Didn't try? cried Quimby. s.Dt
 you think they'd let me? No. the pub lie might see them and demand then
 everywhere. Once I thought ha,
 convinced somebody. It was down il
 Reuton-the Suburban railway. Ther was a rustic as MT Bland let his pape fall to the floor. old Henry Thorn hill was president of the road-he yet, I guess-but young Hayden and
 fellow named David Kendrick wer
 running it. Kendrick was on my sid --he almost had Hayden. They wer
 going to let me lay stretch of tracl with my Joints. Then something har