The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-03-13


~ a frequent occurrence In
glad to do anything I a for young
Mr.. Bentley. but I can't help wonder
ing what his father will say. And
there's a lot Of things you haven't too!
into consideration"
There certainly is, young man." re
marked Mrs. Quimby, busting for
ward. How are you going to keep
warm in that big barn Of a placer"
The suits on the second door," said
Mr.. Magee. ARE, l hear. equipped with
firepIaces. Mr.. Quimby will keep M
supplied with fuel from the forest pr.
meval. for which service he will re-
ceive $50 a week."
And light?" asked Mrs. Quimby.
For the present. candles. have
forty in that package. Later. perhaps
you can find me an oil lamp. Oh, ev
erything will be provided for"
Well remarked MI. Quimby. look.
ing in a dazed fashion at bis wife.
I'm reckon III have to talk 1t over
with ma"
The two retired to the next room.
aud Mr.. Magee fixed his eyes on q
God Bless Our Home motto while hs
awaited their return. Presently they
r%eappeared.
Was you thinking Of eatine?" in
quired Mrs. Quimby scientifically.
while you stayed up thers?"
81 certainly was" smiled Mr.. Magee.
For the o part | will prepare my
Owl meals from cans and-er-jars-
and such pagan sources. But now and
then you. Mrs. Quimby. are going to
send me something cooked a. no other
woman in the county can cook It.
can see it In your eyes. In my poor
way l shalt try to repay yOu."
He continued to smile into Mrs
Quimby's broad, cheerful face. Mr..
haxee had the type OF smile that
moves men to part with ten until Sat
urday aud women to close their eyes
and dream Of Sir I%auucelot.
IT'S all fixed" he cried. We'll get
on splendidly. And now-for Baldpate
inn.'
mot just yet" said Mrs. Quimby.
Il amt one to let anybody 90 up to
Baldgate inn unfed. | 'spose we'rs
sort o responsible for you while you're
up here. You just set right down and
I'll have your supper hot and smok-
Ing on he table In 40 time"
Mr.. Magee entered into no dispute on
this point. and for half an hour he
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 in. attired in a huge
before the war ulster and carrying a
lighted lantern.
$50 you're going to sit up there and
write things lie commented. We'll.
] reckon you'll be left to yourself. all
right"
u hope So" responded Mr.. Magee.
Il want to he SO lonesome III sob
myself to sleep every night. It's the
only road to immortality. Goodby.
Mrs. Quimby. In my fortress on the
mountain ! shall expect an occasional
culinary message from you" He took
her plump hand. This motherly little
seemed the last link binding
him to the world Of reality.
; "Goodby,' smiled Mrs. Quinby. BE
careful OF matches"
Mr.. Quimby led the way with the
lantern, and presently they stepped
ont upon the road.
by the way, Quimby," remarked
Mr.. Magee. rs there a girl in your
town who has blue eyes. light hair
and the general air Of a queen out
shopping?"
Light hair!!" repeated Quimby.
There's Sally Perry. She teaches in
the Methodist Sunday school,"
NO." said Mr.. Magee. MY de-
scription was poor. I'm afraid. This
one l refer to. when she weeps. gives
the general effect Of mist on the sea
at dawn. The Methodists do not mo
nopolize her"
Il read books, and l read newspa-
pers." said Mr.. Quimby. 'but a lot Of
your talk ] don't understand"
1.-The critics." replied Billy Magee.
''could explain. My stun Is only for
low brows. Lead on. Mr.. Quimby."
Baidpate inn did not stand tiptoe on
the misty mountain top. Instead 1t
chung with grim determinati ton to the
side Of Baldpate. about halfway up.
much a. a city q clings to the run.
ming board Of an open streetecar. This
was the comparison Mr.. Magee made.
and even 40 be made it he knew that
atmospheric conditions rendered 1t
questionable. For m open street CAT
snggests summer and the bah park;
Baldpate inn, - 1t shouldered darkly
into Ar. Magee's ken. suggested win
ter at It's most wintsy.
About the great black shape thai
vas the inn, Mke arms stretched