The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1914-09-02

you DcIOrp. tnerC 3 no occasion to WOr-
ry about her. unless you was to think
she was held up and murdered with
all tnat money on her the brave little
dear. If you was considering Offering
yourself for the job of changing her
name. Mr. Magec I say go in and do
It. l; sure is time she settled down
nnd gave up this-th this-gave it all up
before something awful happens to
her. You won't forget. the very next
train. Mr.. MagccY'
1.-THE very next" Magce agreed.
In through the dining room door
stamped Quimby. grave of face. dazed
| at being reused from sleep. and with
him an important little man whose
duty it was to investigate at Upper
! Asquewan Falls such things as had
happened that night ut BaIdpate
Even from his sumbcr he rose with
the air Of Judge and the manner of
a Sherlock Holmes. For an hour he
asked questions. and in the end be
prepared to 20 in u seemingly satisfied
state of mind.
Quimby'S face was very awcd when
he came downstairs after visit to the
room above.
Poor fellow" he said to Ma .ce
I'm sOrry--hc was so young" for
such as Quimby carry no feud beyond
the gates. He went over and took
Hendricks hand.
II never had chance" he said. "to
thank you for all you tried to do for
me and my invention"
"And it came to nothing in the end?"
Kendrick asked.
Nothing" Quimby answered. I'll
had to creep back to Baldpate noun
tain finally. broke and discouraged
have been here ever since. All my
blue prints. all my mOdels-they're
locked away forever in a chest up in
the attic"
mot forever, Quimby," Kendrick re-
Piled. IL always did believe in your
invention. believe in it still. When
l get back into the harness I'm sure I
can do something for you.
"Pm going to lay stretch of track
In Reuton with your joints. That's all
you need. They'll have to use 'em
then. Well force the Civic into It.
We can do it, Quimby-we g. rely cam"
Quimby rubbed his hand across his
eyes.
AT IN the morning Baldpate inn,
wrapped In the arms of winter, had all
the rare gaycty and charm of base
ball blcachers on Christmas eve. Look
ing glOOmily out the window, Mr.. Ma
gee heard behind him the steps on the
stairs and the low cautions of Quimby.
and two men he had brought from the
village, who were carrying something
down to the dark carriage that waited
outside He did not look round. It
was picture he wished to avoid.
So this was the cnd-the end of his
two and half days Of sOitude-the
end OF his light hearted exile on Bald
pate mountain. He thought Of Bland.
lean and white Of face, gay Of garb,
fleeing through the night. his Arabel-
Ia fiction diSOwncd I'm the real tragedy
that had followed. lie thought Of Car
gan and Max, also fleeing, wrathful,
sneering. by Blands side. He thought
or Hayden. jolting down the mountain
In that black wagon So it ended.
So 1t ended-moSt prepOSterOus end
with William Hallowell Magee madly,
desperately. in love. BY the gods-in
love.
Quimby dragged into the room, the
strain or rather wild night in Upper
Asquewan Falls i'm his eyes.
Jake Peters asked me to tell YOU
he amt coming back" he said. "AIis'
Qulmby Is getting breakfast for YOU
down ut our house. You better pack
up now and start down. l reckon.
Your train goes ut half past G."
Mrs. Norton jumped up, proclaiming
that she must be aboard that train at
any cost Miss ThOrnhill. the prOfes-
sor and Kendrick asccnded the stairs
and Magee gathered his things tOgeth-
err. put them In his bags and with a
last look Mt No. closed the door for
ever on its many eXcitementS.
A shlvering group awaited him at
the foot of the stair Mrs. Norton's
hat was on ut an angle even the most
imaginative milliner could not have
approved. The professor looked older
than ever: even Miss Thornhill seemed
little less statucsque and handsome
in the dusk. Quimby led the way to
the door, they passed through it and
Mr.. MagcC locked it after them with
the key Hal Bentley had blithely given
him on FOrtyfourth street. New York
SO Baldpatc inn dropped back into
the silence to slumber and to wait.
Down the snowy road the five fol-
lowed Quimby's lead.
"COme right in. all Of you." chir.
ruped Mrs. Qumby, ushcring them
into Il pleasant odor Of cookery '"Take
off your things and sit down. Break
f;*t's most ready My land, guess
You must be pretty nigh starved to
death. Quimby told me who was cook