The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-04-13
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In through lae dining room door
stnmped Quimby, grave of face, daZed
at being reused from sleep. and With
him an Important little man whose
duty it was TO investigate at Upper
Asquewan Falls such things as had
Unopened thar night at Baldpate.
Even from his slumber be rose. with
the mir of a Judge and the manner Of
a Sherlock Holmes. For an hour he
asked questions, and IN che end he
prepared to go in a seemingly satisfied
state OF mind.
QuimbY's face was very awed when
be came downstairs after visit to the
room above. p
Poor fellowP' he said TO Magee.
'Tm1 sorry-he was so young" for
such as Quimby carry no feud beyond
the gates. He went over and took
Hendricks hand.
II never had 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?"
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"
Not forever. Quimby," Kendrfck re
piled. 81 always did believe in your
Invention. l believe in 1t still. When
get back into the harness I'm sure
can do something for you.
I'm going to lay stretch OF track
in Reuton with your joints. That's all
you need They'll have to use 'em
then. Wen force the Civic into II.
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 base
bali bIeachers on Christmas eve. Look
ing gIoomily out the window. Mr.. Ma
gee heard behind him the steps on the
stairs and the low cautions OF Quimby.
and two men be had brought from the
village, who were carrying something
down to the dark carriage that waited
outside He did not look round. It
was picture he wished TO avoid.
So this was the end-the end of his
two and a half days Of soIitude-the
end OF his light hearted exile on Bald
RuIG DlOnAIu4iA- ne fLuVuSsAL "a ~40Adn0s
lean and white of face, gay of Sarb,
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 BE thought
of Hayden. joIting down the mountain
in thnt black wagon. So it ended.
So it ended-most preposterous end
with William HalloweI 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 break fast for you
down at our house. You better pack
up now and start down. reckon
Your train goes at half past g."
Mrs. Norton jumped up, proclaiming
that she must be aboard that train at
any cost Miss ThornhiIl. the profes
sor and Kendrick assembled the stairs
and Magee gathered his things togeth-
er. put them In his bags and with u
last look at No. closed the door for
ever on it's many excitements.
a S1ANGAAAS 6AOhp 1"AAS~G -
the foot of the stair. Mrs. Norton's
hat WINS on at an angle even the most
Imaginative miiliner could not have
approved The professor looked older
than ever: even Miss Thornhill seemed
a little less stntuesque and handsome
in the dusk ouimby led the way TO
the door. they passed through i and
Mr. Magee locked It after them with
the key Hal Bentley had blitheiy given
him on Forty-fourth street. New York
So Baldpnte Inn dropped back into
the silence to slumber and to wait
Down the snowy road the i've fol
lowed Qulmby's lead.
.Come right In. all of you" chir
ruped Mrs. Quimby, ushering them
into pleasant oclor OF cookery. Take
OF your things and sit down. Break
fasts most ready. My land. guess
You must he pretty nigh starved to
death. Quimby told me who was cook
ing for you. and says TO Quimpy:
What, 1 says. 'that no account wo.
mnn, hater messing round at wo-
mans job. nike that / says Heaven
pits the people at the inn. I says MT
Peters may be able to amnse them
with stories OF how Cleopatra Whited