The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-05-01

way at Baldpate-t the last weeks "
summer. It's part Of the game" They
had come to the side Of the hotel on
which was the annex. and the girl
stopped and pointed. Look! she
whispered breathlessiy.
In the window Of the annex had aD-
peared for a moment a Pickering yel-
low light.
II know" said Mr.. Magee. There's
somebody in there. But that isn't i'm
portant in comparison. This Is no SUM-
mer affair. dear. I love you. and when
you 60 away | shall follow"
And the book?"
II have found better inspiration than
Baldpate inn"
They walked along for a time In a.
lence.
You forget" said the girl. "you only
know who has the money"
II will get It," he answered con6-
IDENTIFY. something tells me l will.
Cntil I do 1 am content to say no
more"
"Goodby," said the girl. She stood
In the window of her room, while q
harsh voice called, ''That you, deariey"
from inside. "And l may add" she
smiled, that in my profession d fol-
lowing is considered quite-desirable."
She disappeared, and Mr.. Magee,
after a few minutes in his room, de.
scended again to the Office. In the en-
bpr Of the room Elijah Quimby and
Hayden stood face to face.
"VYhat is 1t, Quimby? ?" asked Magee.
Il just AN up to see how things
were going" Quincy replied, land I
ind him here"
"Our latest guest" smiled Magee.
II was just reminding Mr.. Hayden"
Quimby said. his teeth set. an angry
light in his eyes, that the last time
we met he ordered me from his Office.
l told you, MI. Magee, that the Subur-
use of my invention. Then Mr.. Ken
1rick went away, and this man took
charge. When l came around to the
Offices again he laughed at me. When
I came the second time he called me
a loafer and ordered me out"
"Well?" asked Hayden.
"And now" Quimby went on, Il find
you t~respassing in a hotel left in my
care-the tables are turned. l ought
to show you the door. l ought to put
you out"
TRY it," sneered Hayden.
"No." answered Quimby, Il amt 60
ing to do 1t. Maybe it's because I've
grown timid, brooding over my failure.
And maybe it's because l know who's
got the seventh key"
Hayden made no reply. No one STIR
red for u minute, and then Quimby
moved away, and went out through the
dining roo door.
The seventh key! Mr.. Magee thrill
ed at the mention Of it. So Elijah
Quin'by knew the identity and the
mission Of the mar who hid in the An
mex. Did any one else? Magee looked
ut the broad acreage Of the mayors
face, at the ancient lemon of Max's.
at BANDS, frightened and thought
ful, at Hayden's, concerned but smfl-
ing. Did any one else know? All.
yes, Of course. Down the stairs the
professor of comparative literature felt
his way to food.
rs dinner ready?" he asked, peering
about.
The candles f1iekered weakly as they
fought the stronger shadows. Winter
reared ut the windows. Somewhere
above a door crashed shut. Close to
it's final scene drew the drama at Bald
pate inn. Mr.. Magee knew it; he
could not have told why. The others
seemed to know it too. In silence they
waited while the hermit scurried along
his dim way preparing the meal. In
silence they sat while Miss Norton
and her mother descended. Once there
was a little furry Of interest when
Miss Thornhill and Hayden met at the
foot Of the stairs.
"Myra!" Hayden cried. I'm heavens
name, what does this meanY'
unfortunately" said the girl, q"
know-all it means" ~
And Hayden fell back into the shad-
Ows.