Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-02-06
EARL DERR
BIOOERS
ESTABLISHED 1853.
Copyright. 1918. by the Bobbs-Msrrill
Company
CHAPTER II.
Alone on Baldpate Mountain.

Alone on 6aIGPdto MountdH'
This amt exactly-regular," Mr..
Quimhpy protested. mo, it amt what
you might call frequent occurrence.
I'm glad to do anything / can Tor
young Mr.. Bentley, but 1 can't help
wondering what his father will say.
And there's a lot of things you haven't
took into consideration"
There certainly is, young man" re-
marked Mrs. Quimby, bustling for
ward. How are you going to keep
warm in that big barn Of placer
The suits on the second floor" said
Mr.. Magee, ARE l hear, equipped with
fireplaces. Mr.. Quimby will keep me
supplied with fuel from the forest pri-
meval for which service he will re-
ceive $40 a week"
And light?" asked Mrs. Quimby.
For the present, candles. 1 have
forty in that package. Later. perhaps
YOU can find me an oil lamp. Oh, eV-
erything will be provided for"
Well" remarked Mr.. Quimby, look
ing in a dazed fashion at his wife. I'll
reckon I'll have to talk it over with
ma"
The two retired to the next room'
and Mr.. Magee fixed his eyes on a
God Bless Our Home" motto while ne
awaited their return. Presently they
reappeared.
was you thinking Of eating?" in
cuired Mrs. Quimby sarcastically,
while you stayed up there?
az certainly was" smiled Mr. Ma
gee. For the most part I will prepare
NV own meals from cans and-er-
iars-and such pagan sources. But
now and then you, Mrs. Quimbly, are
going to send me something cooked as
no other woman in the county can
cook it, 1 can see it in your eyes. In
nv poor way 1 shall to repay you"
He continued to smile into Mrs.
Ouimbys broad, cheerful face. Mr.
Magee had the type of smile tnat
moves men to part with ten until Sat
urday and women to close their eyes
and dream of Sir Launcelot
Its all fIxed," he cried. We'll get
on splendidly. And now-for Baldpate
inn."
Not Just yet" said Mrs. Quimbey'
.I amt one to let anybody go up to
Paldgate inn unfed. l 'spose we're
sort O. responsible for you while you're
up here. You just set right down ana
I'll have your supper hot and smoK-
ing on the table in no time
Mr.. Magee entered into no dispute
on this point, and for half an hour ne
was the pleased recipient of advice
philosophy and food. When he had
assured Mrs. Quimby that he had eat
en- enough to last him the entire two
months he intended spending at the
inn. Mr.. Quimby came inh, attired in
huge before the war" ulster and car
rying lighted lantern.
so you're going to sit up there and
write things" he commented. well,
I reckon you'll be left to yourself, all
right
"I hope So" responded Mr. Magee.
Il want to be so lonesome I'll SOD
myself to sleep every night. It's the
only road to Immortality. Goodbye,
Mrs Quimby. In my fortress on the
mountain / shall expect an occasional
culinary message from you" He took
her plump hand. This motherly lit
tie woman seemed the last link bind
ing him to the world of reality.
"Goodby." smiled Mrs. Quimby. BE
careful of matches"
Mr.. Quimby led the way with the
lantern, and presently they stepped
out upon the road.
by the way. Quimby," remarked
Mr.. Magee, lis there a girl in your
town who has blue eyes, light hair
and the general air Of queen out
shopping"
Light hair" repeated Quimby.
There's Sally Perry. She teaches in
the Methodist Sunday school"
mo" said Mr.. Magee. MY de-
scription was poor, I'm afraid. This
one / refer to, when she weeps. gives
the general effect of mist on the sea
at dawn. The Methodists do not mo-
nopolize her"
II read books. and l read newspa-
pers," said Mr. Quimby, but lot of
YOUR talk | don't understand
THE critics." replied Bill Magee.
"could explain. My stuff is only for
low brows. Lead on. Mr.. Quimby.
Baldpate inn did not stand tiptoe
on the misty mountain top. Instead
il clung with grim determination to
the side of Raldpate, about halfway
I'D. much as a city man clings to the
running board of an open street car.
This was the comparison Mr.. Magee
made. and even as he made it he
knew that atmospheric conditions
rendered il questionable. For an open
street car suggests summer and the
ball park: Baldpate inn, as it shoulder
cd darkly into Mr.. Magee's ken, sug-
gested winter at its most wintery.
About the great black shape that
was the inn, like arms, stretched
broad verandas. Mr.. Magee remarked
upon them to his companion.
Those pOrches and balconies and
things" he said. will come in handy
in cooling the fevered brow of genius.
There amt much fever in this To-
cality." the practical Quimby assured
him. especially not in winter"
Silenced, Mr.. Magee followed the
lantern of Quimby over the snow Of
the broad steps. and up to the great
front door. There Magee produced
from beneath his coat an impressive
key. Mr.. Quimby made as though to
assist. but was waved aside.
This is a ceremony" Mr.. Magee
told him. some day Sunday newspa-
per stories will be written about 1t.
Raldpate inn opening its doors to the
great American novel;"
He placed the key in the lock, turn