Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-03-24

about Can't you see I'm working In
the dark. You must
She threw open the card room door
can English officer" she remarked
loudly, stepping out into the other
room, taught the admiral the game
at least, so he said. 1t added so much
romance to it in the eyes Of the rock
ing chair fleet Can't you see-1ndia
the hot sun-the Kipling local
color-a silent, tanned, handsome man
eternally playing solitaire on the
porch of the barracks? Has the bar
racks a porch?"
Reused, humiliated, bafied, Mr.. Ma
gee felt his cheeks burn.
I'VE shall see what we shall see.'
he muttered.
why coin the-inevitable- into a
bromide?" she asked.
Mr.. Magee joined the group by the
fire. Never before in his life had he
been so determined on anything as he
was now that the package Of money
should return to his keeping. But
how? How trace through this maze
Of humans the present holder Of that
precious bundle of collateral? He
looked at Mr.. Max, sneering his lem
on colored sneer at the mayors side;
at the mayor himself, nonchalant as
the admiral being photographer; at
Bland, author of the Arabella fiction,
|sprawling at ease before the fire; at
the tawdry Mrs. Norton and at Myra
Thornhlll, who had by her pleading
the night before made him ridiculous.
Who of those had the money now?
Who, but Cargan and Max, their faces
serene, their eyes eagerly on the prep
arations for lunch. their plans for
leaving Raldpate inn no doubt already
made?
And then Mr.. Magee saw coming
down the stairs another figure-one he
had forgot-Professor Thaddeus Boil
ton, he of the mysterious dialogue by
the annex door. On the professors
forehead was a surprising red scratch
and his eyes, no longer hidden by the
double convex lenses stood revealed
washed out gray in the light of noon.
"A most unfortunate accident" ex-
planned the old man. Most distress
ing. 1 have broken my glasses. I am
almost blind without them"
How'd it happen, Doc?" asked Mr.
Cargan easily.
II came into unexpected juXtaposi-
ton with an open door," returned
Professor Bolton Stupid Of me, but
I'm always doing it. Really the
agility displayed by doors in getting in
my path is surprising"
You and Mr.. Max can sympathize
with each other" said Magee. Il
thought for a moment your injuries
might have been received in the same
cause"
Don't worry, Doc" Mr.. Bland
soothed him, well all keep a weather
eye out for reporters that want to con-
meet you up with the peroxide blonds."
The professor turned his Intellectual
gaze on the haberdasher, and there
was startling ironic smile on his
face.
II know, Mr. Bland" he said. that
my safety is your dearest wish"
1t was past 3 o'clock. The early
twilight crept up the mountain, and
the shadows began to lengthen in the
great bare office of Baldpate inn. In
nf ;o, Mr
sat and pondered. The interval since
luncheon had passed lazily. He was
no nearer to guessing which Of Bald
pate inns winter guests hugged close
the percious package. Exasperated,
angry, he waited for he knew not
what, restless all the while to act, but
having not the glimmer of an inspira-
ton as to what his course ought to
be.
He heard the rustic of skirts on the
stair landing and looked up. Down
the broad stairway, so well designed
to serve as a show window for the
sartorial triumphs of Baldpate's gay
summer people, came the tall. hand
some girl who had the night before
set all his plans awry.
Now, for the first time he looked
upon her as flesh and blood girl, not
ed the red in her olive cheeks, the fire
in her dark eyes and realized that her
interest in that package of money
might be something more than anoth-
er queer quirk in the tangle of events.
She smiled a friendly smile at Mr..
Magee and took the chair he offered.
Last night. Mr.. Magee," she said,
II told you frankly why had come to
Baldpate inn. You were good enough