Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1914-03-17

pointing to another man near by. No,
won't says the man with the dia-
mond. L don't introduce nobody to
nobody. Let every man play his own
game, 1 say That's New York. That's
the essence of the town. I introduce
nobody to nobody"
1T seems odd" remarked Mr.. Ma
gee, ito hear you speak Of the time
you walked on pavements."
, II haven't always been on Baldpate
mountain" replied the hermit. Once
l, too, paid taxes and wore derby
hat and sat in BARRIERS chairs Yes,
sat in 'em in many towns, in many
corners of this little round globe. But
that's all over now
| The three visitors gazed at Mr.. Pc
ters with a new interest.
New York." said Mr.. Max, softly,
as a better man might have spoken
the name Of the girl he loved, its
great little Christmas tree. The can
dies are always burning, and the tin
sci presents always look good to me-"
The hermit's eyes strayed far away
down the mountain and beyond.
New York." said he, and his tone
was that in which Max had said the
words, "a great little Christmas tree
lit is, with fine presents for the reach
ling. Sometimes at night here l see 1t
as il was four years ago. 1 see the
candles lit on the great white way. l
hear the elevated roar and the news
boys shout, and Diamond Jim Brady
lapplauding a musical comedy's first
might. New York"
Mr.. Max rose pompously and point
ed a yellow finger at the hermit OF
Baldpate mountain.
II got you,". he cried in triumph.
I'm wise! You want 10 go back.
\ half hearted smile crossed the
visible portion of the hermits face.
II guess I'm about the poorest liar
in the world" he said. Il never got
away with but one lie in my life and
that was only for little while. 1t
was a masterpiece while 1t lasted too.
But it was my only hit as a liar.
Usually / fail, as 1 have failed now.
I lied when 1 said couldn't cook for
you because 1 had to be true to my
hermit's oath. That isn't the reason.
I'm afraid"
"Afraid?" echoed Mr.. Magee.
Scared" said Mr.. Peters, 'of
Your seventh son OF
seventh son friend here has read my
palm o. K. l want to go back Not
lin the summer. when the inn blazes
like Broadway every evening. and 1
can sit here and listen to the latest
comic opera tunes come drifting up
from the casino and go down and
mingle with the muslin brigade any
time / want and see the sympathetic
look in their eyes as they buy my
postals. 1t amt then l want to go
back. It's when fall comes and the
trees on the mountain are bare and
Quimby locks up the inn and there's
only the wind and me on the noun
tain-then l get the fever. l haven't
the postcard trade to think of-so l
think Of Ellen and New York. She's
my wife. New York-its my
town.
That's why 1 can't come among
you to cook. It'd be leading me into
greater than l could stand.
I'd hear your talk and like as not
when you went away I'd shave off this
beard and burn the manuscript of
Woman and go down into the marts
of trade. Last night 1 walked the
floor till 2. l can't stand such temp
tation."
Mr.. Peters auditors regarded him
in silence. He rose and moved to-
ward the kitchen door.
Now, you understand why it is" he
said. Perhaps you will go and leave
me to my making"
"One minute" objected Mr.. Magee.
you spoke of one lie-your master
piece. We must hear about that"
1T was like this" he began. Five
years ago l worked for a fruit COM
pany, and business sent me sliding
along the edges Of strange seas and
picture book lands. l met little brown
men and listened to the soft swish of
the banana growing and had an or
chestra seat at a revolution or two.
Don't look for a magazine story about
overthrown tyrants or anything like
that. It's just a quiet little lie I'm
speaking of told on a quiet little af-
ternoon by the sands of sea as blue
as Baldpate inn must have been this
morning when I didn't show up with
breakfast.
Sitting on those yellow sands the
afternoon 1 speak of, wearing carpet
slippers made for me by loving, so to
speak. hands, l saw Alexander Nc
Mann come along. He was tall and
straight and young and free, and l
envied him, for even in those days my
figure would never have done in a
clothing advertisement owing to the
heritage of too many table d'hotels
about the middle. Well, McMann sat
at my Slue, ana llttle Dy llllle, Will
the sea washing sidelike near by, I got
from him the story Of his exile and
why.
II don't need to tell you it was wo
man had sent him off for the equator.
This ones name was Marie, | think,
and she worked at lunch counter In
Kansas City. From the young mans
bill of fare description Of her l gath
cred that she had cheeks like peaches
and cream. but heart like lunch
counter doughnut, which is hard.
"'She cast you OFF, / asked.
She threw me down. said he"
(To be Continued.).
Teachers Don't Know Everythins.-I
Among the new class which came to
the second grade teacher, young.
timid girl, was one Tommy, who for
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