Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-03-17

| quite frank, | anticipate trouble. You
see, the Hermit of Baldpate doesn't
approve Of women"
! Don't approve Of women" cried Mrs.
Norton. her green eyes flashing. why
not, Id like to know'"
My dear madam responded Mr..
| Magee, only echo answers, and 1t
bu! vacuously repeats, Why not!
That, however, Is the situation. Mr..
Peters loathes the sex. | imagine that
until today. he was not particularly
happy In the examples of 1t he encoun-
tered Why. he has even gone 40 far
as to undertake book attributing ali
| the trouble OF the world to woman"
1.-THE IDIOT" cried Mrs Norton.
Delicious" laughed the girl.
! Il shall ask Peters to serve YOU"
| said Magee. II shall appeal to his gal
liant side But must proceed gently
| This Is his first day as our cook, and
you know how necessary good flrst
impression is with new cook III 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. Wen play at
! being our own bell-boys."
ignore YOU cried Mr.. Magee
What Herculean tasks you set. I'm
| not equal to that one He picked UP
| their travelling bags and led the way
! up stairs. I'm something of bell
boy myself, when reused" he said.
The girl selected suite seventeen at
/ the further end of the corridor from
Magee's apartments. Its the very
one l used to have, years and years
/ ago-at least two or three years ago,
age" she said. Isn't 1t stupid? All
the furniture in heap"
! And cold,' said Mrs. Norton. MY
land. | wish I was back by, my own
| fire"
III make you regret your words,
Mrs. Norton" cried Magee. He threw
| up the windows, pulled of his coat,
and set to work on the furniture. The
girl hustled about. tightening his work
by her smile. Mrs. Norton managed
to get consistently in the way. When.
he had the furniture distributed. he
procured logs and tried his hand at
a fire. Then he stood, his black hair
disheveled, his hands soiled, but his
heart very gay, before the girl OF the
station.
II hope you don't expect tip she
said laughing.
Il do" he said, coming closer, and
/ speaking in voice that was not for
| the ear OF the chaperon II want
tip on this--do you really act?'
She looked at him steadily.
| Once" she said, when I was six,
teen, | appeared in an amateur play
at school. 1t was my first and last
appearance on the stage"
Thanks, lady" remarked Mr. Magee
in imitation OF the bell boy he was
supposed to be. He sought number
seven. There he made himself again
presentable, after which he descended
to the Office.
Mr.. Bland sat reading the New York
paper before the fire. From the little
card room and the parlor. the two
rooms on the right and left Of the
hotels front door Quimby had brought
forth extra chairs. He stood now by
the large chair that held Professor
Bolton. engaged in conversation with
that gen leman IA. 4
Eyes, he was saying, Il lived .hree
years in Reuton and five years In New.
York. 1t took me eight years-eignts
years to realize the TRUTH
II heard about it from John Bent.
ley the professor said gently.
Hes been pretty kind to ME, Mr.
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. 1t all went in those eight
years To think that it took all those
years for me to find it out. Ra 4%t
1T I'm not impertinent, Quimby,"
put in Magee, ito find what out?'
THAT what I wanted, the railroad
mer didn't want" replied Quimby bit.
.terly, '' and that was-the safety OF
the public. You see, invented new
rail Joint, one that was a great I'm.
tprovement on the old kind. ! had q
sort of an idea, when was doing t.
an idea of service to the world--yOu
know God, what joke l sold all
the Quimby lands, and went to Reuton
and then to New York to place It.. Not
one of the railroad men but admitted
that it was an improvement, and =
big one-and not one but fought ike
mad to keep me from getting 1t down
where the public would see it. They
didn't want the expense of the change
Mr.. Quimby looked out at the sunlit
stretch Of snow.
! Eight years. he repeated, Il fought
and pleaded. No, / begged--that was
the world begged. You'd be surprised
to know the names of some of the
men who kept me waiting in their
private Offices, and sneered at me over
their polished desks. They turned me
down--every one. Some of them played
meas though I'd been a fish. They
referred me to the other ends of this
same big game, laughing in theiI
sleeves, guess at the knowledge OF
how hopeless it was. Oh, they made
fine fool of me-"
"You might have put down some Of
your joints at your own expense" sug
.. gested the professor.
Didn't l try?" cried Quimby. De
you think they'd let me? No, the pub
lie might see them and demand them
everywhere. Once, l thought ] had
convinced somebody. 1t was down In
Reuton-.the Suburban Railway" There
was rustic as Mr. Bland let his pape,
! 20 II IN rho floor ,"O1d Henry ThOrnhill