Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-04-15

the gates. He went over and tool
Hendricks hand.
"I never had a 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 p
Kendrick asked.
Nothing" Quimby answered. IL
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 81 always did believe in your
invention. 1 believe in it still. When
get back into the harness I'm sure
can do something for you.
I'm going to lay a 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 surely can"
Quimby rubbed his hand across his
eyes.
At in the morning Baldpate inn.
wrapped In the arms of winter, had all
the rare gayety and charm of a base
ball bleachers 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 1t
was a picture he wished to avoid.
So this was the end-the end of his
two and a half days of solitude-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-
la fiction disowned in the real tragedy
that had followed. He thought of Car
gan and Max, also fleeing, wrathful.
sneering. by BANDS side. He thought
of Hayden, jolting down the mountain
in that black wagon. So it ended.
So it ended-most preposterous end
with William Haliowell Magee madly,
desperately, in love. By the gods-in
love.
Quimby dragged into the room, the
strain of rather wild night in Upper
Asquewan Falls in his eyes.
Jake Peters asked me to tell you
he amt coming back" he said. Mis-
Quimby is getting breakfast for you
down at our house. You better pack
up now and start down. 1 reckon
Your train goes at half past g.
Mrs. Norton jumped up, prociaiming
that she must be aboard that train at
any cost Miss Thornh1ll. the profess
sor and Kendrick assembled the stairs
~
er. put them in his bags and with
last look at No. closed the door for
ever on its many excitements.
A shivering group awaited him at
the foot OF the stair. Mrs Norton's
hat was on at an angle even the most
miiliner could not have
approved The professor looked older
than ever: even Miss Thornhill seemed
little less statuesque and handsome
In the dusk. Quimby led the way to
the door. they passed through it and
Mr.. Magee locked 1t after them with
the key Hal Bentley had blithely given
him on Forty-fourth street. New York.
So Baldpate inn dropped back into
the silence to slumber and to wait
Down the snowy road the five fol
owed Qulmby's lead.
Come right In, all of you." CHR.
ruped Mrs. ouimby, ushering them
INTO pleasant odor OF cookery. Take
pr your things and sit down. Break
lasts most ready My land. 1 guess
you must be pretty nigh starved to
ieath, Quimby told me who was cook |
ng for you. and says to Quimby: |
What l says. that no account wo- |
nan halter messing round at n wo- |
mans job, like that says Heaven |
'ity the people at the inn,' says. Mr. |
Peters may be able TO amuse them /