The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-02-21

ing a type of woman found chiefly in musical comedy choruses- received a note from the president of the uni versity asking me to be more circum- spect in my remarks. Me-Thaddeus Bolton-the most conservative man on earth by instincti
 "And still the denunciations of me poured in; still women's clubs held meetings resolving against me; still a steady, stream of reporters flowed through my life, urging me to state my views further, to name the ten greatest blonds in history, te-heaven knows what. Yesterday I resolved could stand it no longer. I determined to go away until the whole thing was forgotten. But they said to me, there is no place on land or sea where the reporters will not find you.' talk ed the matter over with my old friend, John Bentley, owner of Baldpate inn, and he In his kindness gave me the key to this hosteIry."
 Wisely Professor Bolton blinked about him. MT. Bland was half asleep in his chair. but MT. Magee was quick with sympathy 5-ss
 Professor" he said, .tyou are much suffering man. I feel for you. Here, I am sure, you are safe from reporters, and the yellow journals will soon for get you in their discovery of the next distorted wonder. Briefly, MT. Bland and myself will outline the tangle of events that brought us to the inn t.Briet1y is right" broke Tn SBland. tsAnd then it's me for that mountain ous mattress of mine. I can rattle my story off in short order and give you the fine points tomorrow. Up to a short time ago.
 But Billy Magee interrupted. An idea, magnificent, delicious, mirthful, had come to him. Why not? He chuckledy inwardly, but his face was most serious aa
 ssI should like to tell my story first, if you please he said
 The haberdasher grunted. The pro- lessor nodded. MT. Magee looked Bland squarely in the eye, strangled the laugh inside and began:
 'sUp to a short time ago I was a haberdasher in the city of Reuton. My name, let me state, is Magee-William Magee. I fitted the gay. shoulder blades of Reuton with clothing from the back of pages of the magazines, and as for neckties''-
 MT. Bland's sly eyes had opened wide. He rose to majestic height majestic considering the bedquiit.
 See here''- he began.
 Please don't interrupt requested MT. Magee sweetly. tI was, as have said, a happy. carefree haberdasher. And then-she entered my life. Ara bella was her name. Ah. professor your lady of the yellow locks, crisped like golden wireHeven she must nev- CT in my presence be compared with Arabel1a. She-she had-a-face-Noah Webster couldn't have found words to describe it. And her heart was true to yours truIy-at least thought that it was.'
 MT. Magee rattled on. The haber- dasher, his calling and his tragedy snatched from him by the humorous Magee, retired with sul1en face into his bedqui1t. Carefully MT. .Magee led up to the coming of the man from Jersey City; in detan he laids bare the duel of haberdashery fought fne the name of the fair ArabelIa- As he proceeded his enthusiasm grew. He added fine bits that had escaped MT. Bland. He paint ed with free hand the picture of trag- edy's dark hour; the note limiting at suicide he gave in full. Then he told of how his courage grew again, of how he put the cowardice of death behind him, resolved to dare alLand live. He finished at last, his voice husky with emotion Out of the corner of his eye he glanced triumphantly at Bland. That gentleman was gazing thought fully at the blazing logs.
 (To be ContInued.l
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