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

Can't you just see them--those head
lines? Beautiful Actress Drops from
Sight" She stopped, blushing.
Every woman who gets into print.
you know. is beautiful,
but It'd be no lie In your case.
dearie." put in Mrs. Norton, feeling
carefully Of her atrociously blond store
hair.
Your mother takes the words from
my mouth" smiled Mr.. Magee, Guard
as they will against it, the newspapers
let the truth crop out occasionally.
And this will be such an occasion"
From what part OF Ireland do you
Gomez" laughed the girl. She seemed
somewhat embarrassed by her
mothers open admiration, "Well, set
ting all barney aside. such will be the
headlines. And when the last clue
Is exhausted and my press-agent is the
same, come back to appear in new
play, wellknown actress. OF such
flippant things is Broadway reputa-
ton built" j..
1--WE all wish you success. I'm sure"
Mr.. Magee searched his memory in
vain for this ACTRESSES" name and
fame. Could it be possible he Won
dered, at this late day, that any one
would try for publicity by such an
obvious WORKOUT road? Hardly. The
answer was simple. Another fable
was being spun from whole cloth be-
meath the roof Of Baldpate Inn. 1--WE
have New York paper here" he went
on, '"but as yet there seems to be no
news of your sad disappearance"
Wouldn't it be the limit II they
didn't fall for it," queried the old
woman. a.
Fall for it," repeated Professor Boil
ton, not questioningly. but with the
air of q scientist about to add a new
and rare specimen to his alcohol jar.
"She means, If they didn't accept my
disappearance as legitimate news ex-
planned the girl. THAT would be very
disappointing. But surely there was no
harm in making the experiment"
They're clever lot, those news
paper guys" sneered Mr.. Bland, I'm
their own opinion. But when you come
right down to it, every one of 'em has
nice little collection Of gold bricks
in his closet, guess you've got them
! going. I hope So"
Thank you" smiled the girl, You
are very kind. You are here. ! under
stand. because, Of an unfortunate~-er
affair Of the hearth
Mr.. Bland smoothed back his black
oily hair from his forehead. and smirk,
ed. ooh, now" he protested.
"Arebella." put in Mr.. Magee. was
her name. The beauties Of history and
mythology hobbled into oblivion at
sight Of her
| I'm quick to forget" insisted Mr..
Bland.
! That does you no credit. I'm sure,
! replied the girl severely. And now,
, mamma. think we had better select
our rooms" .E....
She paused. For Elijah Quimby had
| come in through the dining room door
and stood gazing at the grouD before
the fire, his face rejecting what Mr..
Magee. the novelist, would not have
hesitated a moment in terming min
gled emotions"
well" drawled Mr.. Quimby. lie
strobe into the room. "Mr. Magee.'
he said, chat letter from Mr. Bentley
asked me to let you stay at Baldpate
Inn. There wasn't ANYTHING in il
about your bringing parties of friends
along"
"These are not friends I've brought
along" explained Magee. They're
simply some more amateur herr" &
who have strolled in from time to time
All have their individual latch keys to
the hermitage And all believe, have
credentials for you to ey" nine
Mr.. Quimby stared in angry wonder
els the world crazy" he demanded
"Any one d think it was July, the way
the people act. The inns closed.
| tell YOU 1t amt running" %
Professor Bolton rose from his chair
$50 you are Quimby," he said in
a soothing tone. I'm glad to meet YOU
at last. My old friend John Bentley
has spoken Of you so often. have a
letter from him" He drew the care
taker to one side, and took an envel
open from his pocket. The two CONVEX
sed in low tones.
Quickly the girl in the corduroy suit
leaned toward Mr.. Magee. She whisp
cred. and her tone was troubled:
stand by me. I'm afraid I'll need
your help"
whats the matter? inquired Ma
gee.
~ haven't much Of any right here
guess. but had to come" e-
But your key"
al fear my--press agent-stole it,
| A scornful remark as to the anti
uuated methods of that mythical pub
licity promoter rose to Mr.. Magee's
lips, but before he spoke he looked in
to her eyes. And the remark was never
made. For in their wonderful depths
he saw worry and fear and unhappi
ness as he had seen them there amid
tears in the station
Never mind" he said very gently
'T'll see you through"
Quimby was standing over Mr.
| Bland Glow about you?"
Call up Andy Rutter and ask about
me-" replied Bland, in the tone Of one
who prefers war to peace.
~ work for Mr.. Bentley said Quinn
by. "Rutter hasn't any authority here
He isn't to be manager next season,
understand. However, the professor
wants me to let You stay. He says
he'll be responsible" Mr.. Bland look
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