The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-02-28
Continued from yesterday

''It's closed eXpoStulated Mr.. quinn
nv .aTne i'm is closed, young fellow.
II know it's closed" smiled Aasee
..That's the very reason Pm going TO
honor 1t with my presence. I'm sorry
to take you out on night like this.
but I'll have to ask you TO lead me up
TO Baldpate. ! believe those were Hal
BentIey's tnstructions-in the letter"
Mr.. Quimby lowered above MI Ma
gee. a shirt sleeved statue of honest
American manhood. He scowled-
Excuse a plain question, young
man." he said, ''but what are you ma
ing from?"
.sI,m not hiding" said Magee. "Didn't
Bentley explain? Well III try TO,
though I'm not sure you'll understand
Sit down, Mr. Quinby. You.are not,
take it. the sort OF man to follow close
ly the frivolous literature Of the day."
whats that?" inquired Mr.. Quimby
.eYou don't read" continued Mr.. Ma
gee. '.the sort of novels that are sold
by the pound in the department stores
Now, If you had daughter-a huuy
daughter fnseparabIe from hammock
in the summer-she could help me eX
plain. You see-I write those novels
Wild thrilling tales for the tired bust
ness mans tired wtfe-shots in the
night, chases after fortunes, Cupid
busy with his arrows all over the
place! It's good fun. and l like TO 90
it. There's money in il"
rs there?' asked Mr.. Quimby, with
| a show of interest.
considerable" replied Mr.. MaSee
But now and then l get longing T.
do something that will make the critics
sit up-the real thing. You know Iht
other day / picked up newspaper ana
found my latest brain child advertised
as the best fall novel MaSee ever
| wrote 1t got on my nerves. rel
| like i literary dressmaker. and coVhd
see my public laying down my fast
novel and signing for my early sprinG
styles in fiction. l remembered that
pnce upon a time critic advised nir
70 go away for ten years to some quiei
| pot and think l decided TO do It
:aldpatc inn is the quiet spot"
lyon don't mean gasped Mr.. Quim-
IS. THAT you're going TO stay there
"a years?"
Bless you. nor said Mr.. Magee
| Critics exu.serate. Two months will
| 10 They say am II cheap melo
iralnatic r,lnter They say don't 60
Ipep They say my thinking process
5 u scream. In afraid they're right
Now I'm going to 20 mp to Baldpatt
mn and think I'm gong 10 get ava!
| from uclodrama. I'm going TO do .
novel so fine and literary that Hem!
Cabot Lodge will come to me with
! tears in his eyes and ask me 10 join
Ms lunch of self made immortals. III
,Cju2 To d. ali this M there at th'
mn. sfttiu. on TIE mouutath and look
.ng down OH this little Old world n
love !nnked down from olympus.
- Cont Know who you mean" Oh
ircted Mr.. Quimby
He was i god the god OF the frui,
stand men. explained Masee. Pic
tuGe uIe. II you e;lu. depressed by iii,
averw heImin= success ri my iateS'
Drain child Picture me lneetin" na
Ernticy in Forty fourth street cln
nd asking him for the location OF the
soupSoInest spot on earth Hal thonG!li
minute I've cot il. he said. tbs
sonesonest spot that'S happened u
date is Il summer resort In midwinter
IL makes Crusoe'S island look like
Coney on a warm Sunday afternoon in
comparison. The talk flowed on aionG
with other things. Hal told me his in
rher owned Raldpate inn ana TINT yon
we're an old friend OF nis. who would
De happy fnr the cntire winter owe
lie chance to serve him. lie happened
10 have 81 Key to the place-the Key
to the big front door, guess. from the
weight of it-and he gave it 10 me. lie
also wrote you to look after me- 50
here am
ITO be continued.)