The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-11
M. Rland sneered knowingly.

paintings in Il New York millionaire
house were cut from their frames and
that the young artist who was doing
retouching IN the house ut the time
has been JUST careless enough not TO
send his address Il. the police"
Mr.. MaSee threw back. his head and
laughed heartily.
1--WE understand enc another
seems. ne said. - look forward 70
pleasant companionship where had
expected Solitude an. nere,Si r ters:
ne added as the hermit elItered
through the dining room door II the,
ride of the stairs
I..Peters.S said Nj. Macee. we hay"
been Wondering il van will stay. oii.
mere and cook for Us. We need you
How about it?'
'sWeII, I'll be gladeto help. you out.'
the hermit replied. Il s1iess II can
manage to give satisfactioh.- Seeing
there amt no women arouna. IL
there was wouldn't think of it. Yes,
I'll stay ana do what | cam to boost
the hermit life in your estimntion. r.
He stopped. His eyes We're on the
dining room door. toward which Mr.
Magee's back was turned. The JAZZ
of Peters fell. and his mouth stood
wide omen. Behind the underbrush
of beard very surprised face was
discernfhle.
Mr.. MnEee turned quickly. A few
feet inside the door stood the girl oil
the station. weeping no more. but
radiant with smiles. Back of her
was the determined. impossible COM
aarfioY fff YESTERDAY a@I-
soh. mamnn. Iaugped the girl
were too late for breakfast Isn't
It simmer" t
From tears to smiles said Mr.. Ma
gee. taking the. girls hand. what
worked the transformation? Not the
Commercial House. know. for pass
ed it last evening
$40. hardly the Commercial House.
laughed the girrl5 Rather the sunshine
of a wiatki 1tothing. the brisk walk M
the msIntaih and the sight of the
hermit Of Haidpate with eyes like sau-
GERS staring ut a little girl who once
bought his postal cards"
Then you know AIr. PETERS," ingutr.
ed aIagee.
us that his name2 You see. I never
met him in private lffe-he was just
the hermit when knew him. useo
to come to Baldpate in the summers
and send his cards back to the folks al
home and dream dreams OF his love
story when, from my window l saw
the light of his shack at night I'm
so gIad to meet Mr.. Peters informally.
She held out her hand. hut Peters.
by long practice wary of women. had
burdened himself with break fast plates
which prevented his cla$ping it. he
muttered How dye dug" and fed to-
ward the door. narrowly aSerting what
would have proved a serious collision
with the large woman on the way.
.sAIr. Peters meets so few Of ynnl
sex in winter" Magee apologize'l, 20"
must pardon his clumsiness. This gen
Indicated the professor.
who arose-..is Thaddeus Bolton. dis
tincuished member OF a certain uniyer,
sity fncultE. who has fed to Baldpate
TO escape the press of America. And
this is Mr.. Bland. who hides here from
the world the scars. OF broken heart.
The girl smiled brightly. 'Andiyou'-
she asked.
+t,rned. bowling low. 81 have neat
little collection of stories accounIlnS
for my presence hS. from from -wnich !
shall allow you to choose Iater. NOT 70
mention the real one. which IS simple
almost TO n fault"
81 am so happy to meet yon an sun
the girl Eve shall no doubt become
very good friends. for mamma ana
have also come to Baldpate lnn-Io
Mr. Bland opened wide his usually
narrow ewes and ran his hand Thought
fuIIv over his one days beard. PRO
lessor Bolton blinked his establishment
Mr. Magee smiled.
Il for one am delighted TO near II
he said. a..
Mary Norton. May present my moth !
or. Mrs Norton?"
The older woman adopted what was
obviously her society manner.
Il certainly am pleased To meet YOU /
alI.' SHE said Ia ner heavy voice. Ain I.
t n lovely morning after tue STORM (
The SUMS almost blindinS;
..Some explanation" put In MISS NOT
on quickly. lis due you II am 70 |
-hrust myself thus upon you. ! am
perfectly willing 10. tell why am mere. /
,ut the matter mustn't leak out. can
rust you. I'm sure.
.sThe bandits of Rnldpate." MaEee re
marked aippantly. Glancing at the two
men. "have their own ,aale of honor.
md the first rule i never 70 oetFay ~
,al"
"SpIendidr laughed the girl, son
aid. / believe. that Professor Bolton
vas feeling from the newspapers.
M deeing for the newspapers to NJ
ract their nJtention. ~ Iurs them inf''
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