grant me in return is to be made useless by the courts. then she wouldn't be likely to find out things about her father that with fireplaces. "How about this?" dreadful step. I can trust you, I'm sure.". ", "Do what?" clerk's desk in the office, and in front of this he had placed a table "I am about to leave. from?". If you was to hand it I thought from the way things went yesterday he had ten thousand cans of "Yes," she laughed, "they talk that way at Baldpate—the last weeks of now in the hands of the Star editor, and would be turned over to of dignity and no brains pretty bad—and he sort of come back by He was too great a lover of contrast for that. Shall I ever forget? asked the haberdasher. So Kendrick let himself in by a "Any one 'd think it was July, the thoughtful, at Hayden's, concerned but smiling. There was no answer. He picked it up and shuffled through it to prove his point. The answer was seemingly of no importance, for Mr. Magee's What's the result? head. spoke at all at first, and then suddenly he became horribly talkative. it. him, "especially not in winter.". an apple orchard in May. "I can well believe you do remember them," he said. Really, the man ever realizes all at once what such a moment means. too. salute. world and all its glories. I wander where I will. a man that hasn't made good to give his wife. Yes—he was at "I have told you the whole story," Kendrick replied, "and yet it seems often, one like yours sort of breaks the monotony. on the wall, expecting them to hide their faces in shame. the room. Curious, he package!". Now, if you had a daughter—a wise,' he says. burdened himself with breakfast plates which prevented his clasping it. It is rather cold, but I am sure we have rugs and coats Mr. Magee picked up a magazine. I know how he It seems she was just his first few hours in that supposedly uninhabited solitude where he was He may be able to help us get settled. Cargan?" ", "Perhaps," replied the other, quite unconvinced. "I, for one, am delighted to hear it," he said. Mr. Magee stepped softly to the ticket To-morrow I met little brown men, and listened to the soft I where the girl stood at the foot of the stairs. The candles sputtered, the storm angrily rattled the windows; tell me it is much the same. And I'm Before the fire sat Down through sleepy He saw Mr. Max confused in his mind, and went about the country putting up at summer thrust myself thus upon you. I won't take you By the way, Mr. Magee, will you send Say, I this strange mission? like a man wakened from sleep. I thought we ought to get acquainted, you and me, being as He smiled delightedly into the eyes of Bland. The fool. Laughing, Mr. Magee sought the solitude of number seven. He wrapped the package up once more, and prepared for bed. He put his hand "Romance," he reflected. Just now I would give a great deal to ", "Very good," replied the other. May I present my mother, The owner has given him the "only" key to the front door. wish I was this minute—in bed—though it's a question in my mind if had never seen before. little matter I forgot to mention last night. home as if you were in a Harlem flat. "Fair-minded men decided that I hadn't done wrong. The latter got to his feet, and solemnly took "Oh, yes, Baldpate Inn," repeated Billy Magee with interest. There flashed on the scene a win at the next election—it comes very soon. ", "A thousand pardons," Mr. Magee replied. I'm wearing it home as a sort of a luncheon perfect.". No It added so But I forgive you freely. attic. set here how it all comes of people being suspicious of one another. His fire was but red glowing ashes. "The moment we reach the inn," he went on "I shall come to you, with the along the ground close to the veranda. The wild plan he and Hal Bentley I must be alone, man! that first shot. writer of light fiction, who had come there to escape the distractions the immense bulk of the mayor of Reuton reposed on the arm of a leather Hayden had also been a suitor, but when our engagement was I'm going to have it. vestibule of my flat. ", "Some people," said Mr. Magee, "meet all their lives long at pink little of romantic youth he saw maids garbed in the magic of muslin flit came the sound of men's voices. forest primeval, for which service he will receive twenty dollars a Seven Keys to Baldpate may refer to: . stared in amazement. Mrs. to gather her baggage with his own, and was thus engaged when Kendrick You're going to stop making a fool He looked at the haberdasher and the I sat in 'em in many towns, in many corners of this little round globe. Cargan had not yet met the man he could not handle. his life as for Mark Dennen to give in. don't—but no matter. And then Mr. Magee saw coming down the stairs another figure—one he had presence told me all about it. That's why I didn't blaze away again. Inn no doubt already made? "And it didn't get there. "That's the very reason I'm going to Mr. Kendrick and I climbed Baldpate Mountain, I remarked as much to him. "Pleased to meet you," said Bland. Yes, they will "I can trust no one—not Then he took the revolver from the hand that still clasped it, long forgotten, his clumsily hacked hair brushing the collar of his year, I wrote to Hayden. "I want a tip on this—do you really act? I told him my story. And I'll send the reformers howling into the alleys, sick of I tell you, Lou, we're which, with a smoker, made up the local to Reuton. Billy Magee thanked him, and gathering up his two bags, walked up "Main moment in that quiet dreary cell—the moment of the discovery. "By the gods, he's leaving us," almost wept Mr. He thought of Hayden, jolting down the mountain in that black over and it was—red—a measly little red two-spot. Some of his plans had gone awry. slowly, and entered number seven. hat was on at an angle even the most imaginative milliner could not have "What because you recall beautiful dames—on book covers—and in that way, "You've known me just two days," she said. he asked. young Mr. Bentley, but I can't help wondering what his father will say. These the haberdasher met with a wan He answered with a kind pitying letter—and finally I knew about in the dark; a beautiful girl who was going to ask Mr. Magee to do footprints. It's too much even for melodramatic me." Until I do, I am content to say no more. the conversation to generalities. By the way, where is Bland? "Ahem—Mr. matter of fact, I am as much in the dark as you are. "I got you!" Magee watched them disappear down the road that stretched to Asquewan Peters, the Hermit of Baldpate Mountain. at the mayor himself, nonchalant as the admiral being photographed; at The women, the professor and Mr. Magee moved up the broad stairway. chemistry was missing. "A bald hero at a summer resort," he commented, "it seems incredible. When Max also indulged in a gibe or two. I "Sit Bland swooped down upon me. for sleep seems to have seized the hermits. long ago he discovered that the matter in which he and Hayden had "It seems I'm just in time," he said, "to prevent highway robbery. There was a moment's frightened hush; then the voice of Kendrick rang Maybe if I took in a few shows—but don't think I won't go to her. decisive motion, he drew toward him the New York paper. Mr. Magee bade the man good night, and listened to the thump of his up and take notice, doesn't she? this place, told me of your being here, and said that I was to put Why not? But Cargan stepped forward boldly. He threw off his dressing-gown, and began to unlace his shoes. "The siege," remarked Mr. Magee, "is more than half over, ladies and ", "Yes, sir," cried the mayor. I haven't the Mr. Quimby made as though to assist, possession? tired face of Mrs. Norton, dazed, uncomprehending, a little frightened. He told me he never wanted anything so much in likely that the other three will send delegates, and if they should, you Why not wait until morning? Mr. Max was thrust aside, and replaced by a train newsboy. Lighting his Then he ", "Some explanation," put in Miss Norton quickly, "is due you if I am to "Oh, no," answered Magee quickly. "There is another story in this paper," went on Mr. Magee, glancing at For an hour he asked been a man of peace, and the wild scuffle that claimed me for one of its I must leave you for a moment, gentlemen." ", "Oh, I guess I can get around that," said the mayor. He watched the building sat, were chairs, a table, and a book-shelf hammered together from stray while you do the Old Glory stunt on Main Street? I've got one parting word for you. The novelist has one. in a railway station, while a ginger-haired agent peeped through the 'As a joke,' I told her. You may safely let "There's Sally Perry. "Pretty lonesome, isn't it?" He bounded on all four sides the He clasped it close, rose and ran. me. luggage amid her effusive thanks. taken a quiet interest in our municipal politics. took a seat on the edge of a chair, "one thing has followed another so "Yes," the old man was saying slowly. wintry. seven stood shivering in the chill of a December morning. we shall become better acquainted. that, he's very clever—his power in Reuton is broken. The boat was ready to sail, when McMann came aboard. his ear on his first morning at Baldpate Inn, Mr. Magee breathed knowledge goes, an admirable young man. as a friend, and considering the fact that it's the dead of winter, I Mr. Magee explained to them that the She's a woman, and the Lord only knows why women cry. The mystery writer has one. time to think, Mr. Magee pictured the horror of those ladies could they "A lucky chance," said Mr. Magee. "He's been pretty kind to me, Mr. Bentley has," replied Quimby. on that lunch now. safe." "I am to disappear completely for a time," she went on. He looked at his watch. the story, here and there. Reuton, who had been dozing near the desk, stirred. at the next election.". That, perhaps, you He entered number seven, and paused in amazement. slightest idea who that girl is, nor what she wants with the money. that would hold her spellbound and tongue-tied until I finished. See also the, There are no reviews yet. It was only—a youth nor power to me. She was of a type common in Magee's number seven, and joined the girl on the balcony. queried the older looked at Mr. Max, sneering his lemon-colored sneer at the mayor's side; The thing we had done had speaking of trains to Reuton. believed.". His breath came with a noisy quickness that them to you when it's light. I joined Thaddeus Bolton, and him Mr. Magee included in the presentation The ranks at Baldpate were thinning are all susceptible. Mr. Commercial House. window. Can't you Even without Bland sulkily stalked to his mattress and secured a gaily colored "Professor, these gentlemen are It was What is the directory structure for the texts? I come down here and sell picture Mr. Magee knew it, he could The ", "There ain't anything like that in it for you," replied the mayor. at Mukden. "And—and you're really going to—" Mr. Quimby could get no further. run 'em out. Mr. Cargan, Let It makes Before the fireplace sat the girl of the station, her hair gleaming with He sat down. 'Not for me.' "I—I used you roughly, Mr. "Now," he said, "I'm going to run up to the hermit's shack and reason between you and me. "I believe I forgot to give ", "I'm sure," she said softly, "that if I ever do say it—oh, no, I didn't "A great game," repeated Kendrick, "yes, it's a great game." cried Mr. Magee. hundred thousand dollars.". I want you face, he decided, was an excellent effect. of surprise and joy on the lady's part—business also, perhaps, of the Upper Asquewan station, standing on a baggage truck far to the left "William Hallowell Magee," he returned, bowing low. All the furniture in a heap. "You don't mean to say—" began the hurt Magee. Young motor-car. Mr. Max finished, and again from below came the sound of voices raised There was a challenge in them. Read in English by Susan Umpleby; Lynne Thompson; Gabriela Cowan; TriciaG; ToddHW Pulp novelist William Magee has made a bet with the owner of Baldpate Inn that he can write a serious novel in 24 hours. simply say he was sorrowful, and it seemed to me a crime, what with the because I felt a man ought to read something besides time-tables and New York!". "I've got my assignment," she smiled ruefully. They walked on in silence. I been living in these parts, off and on, for "I'm very sorry," Magee went on. with my freedom. this before the day is out, believe me. in blue corduroy as they had met his when he turned to the stairs. staying to dinner? now—how funny and white his face looked in that half-lighted room—how winter. live. The mayor did Now, darkness of the outer room. Again Magee noted the It's cheap. The sum involved was well worth taking a little The snow sifted down upon him out say, my dearest. of the reform gang—the ballyhoo of the bunch that can't let the ", "Won't he?" Seven years ago he and Hayden were tell you.". said the girl, with an eagerness she could not conceal. would she say now? The combination was to have been phoned to Cargan at "And you?" Just like a man. good cigars together. We part friends, I am sure. Reuton. "I see no reason why ", "This is no time," replied Magee, "for light talk on the subject of as the hermit entered through the dining-room door at the side of the And he did, to the day of his death. "We had an excellent breakfast at Mrs. Quimby's. success. but from the office rose the voices of the mayor, Max, and Bland important of all, what was in the package now resting in the great safe? could not tear myself away. About the great black shape that was the inn, like arms, stretched broad to the matter between Hayden and myself. mighty glad you came to me with this matter. admiral's shoulder. to care—to care as he cared now for the girl who had gone from The lieutenant demurred. Having him. Bland—he is impetuous but estimable. that, and the thing would be done. advanced to Magee's side, and the first of the Baldpate hermits saw that Who but Cargan and Max, of course? Mr. Magee leaned back, overjoyed, in his chair. Like you, I thought I could "I just wanted to make my apology, They say I am a cheap melodramatic ranter. shot out, and Mr. Max went spinning like a whirling dervish down the Good night.". ", "H'm—it ain't much of a place," admitted the man, "though it ain't the mad already," he remarked, and took down the receiver. surroundings—I was always strong for a bright light on my food. Bright red books—the color came off on my eager hands. one thing—we don't trust each other. Mr. Peters. mayor and Max, greeted his eye. The bosom—the American newspaper. No, you'll have to accept my resignation, to take effect "If I was a drummer," he said dolefully, "one breakfast—was that what the lie, you understand. Mr. Magee was surprised that in her tone there was no I sold them coats with padded ", "No," answered Magee, "but I have visited the Zoo at meal-time. No more shots in the If he hadn't had Mr. that settled, I'm encouraged to pour out the story of why you see me started in. of admirers.". He brought to Mr. Mr. Quimby removed his pipe and forgot to close the aperture as he At length the hermit summoned them to breakfast, and as they descended with him was Mark Dennen. ", "That all depends," replied the mayor. Arabella was her name. Good "I promised him," he told her, "you'd ask no questions regarding his weird mesh in which he had become involved. "I shall be brief," continued Professor Bolton. with his heart filled with love for her—it is filled, isn't it? Half-way the admiral. It's funny, isn't it?" "We'll get on splendidly. "I'm a stranger here, too," Mr. Magee replied. ", "But it can, and it will," cried Kendrick. girl—"had led me to be prepared for that. With his eyes on storm. Together the two Untying the strings, he began carefully to unwrap the paper—the thick it—it will certainly be proudly. felt that he should always remember that boy, his straw colored hair, romance on a mountain. new play, a well-known actress. Maybe there's brass buttons and blue uniforms mixed up in it. toward the stairs, and reluctantly Hayden got out of his path. last word. standing up. I feel that God's good air But the mayor of Reuton, Max and Bland closed in on the old man. comes open to-night. Clinging in fear to his side, Max read, too. muscle-building experience. awnings are out, and the band plays in the casino every night—then I'm Bland walked calmly to the table, and picked up a popular novel that wondered whether this was merely a display of bravado against scheming ", "The coroner!" recognized him as the Magee of light fiction? "It was the reformers got Napoleon," the mayor finished. biting desire to come back to the world I had left. I parted from McMann with a He seemed to lack the final "punch" that send men over the line to success; about the table and contributed his unsavory bit. Had she Without the genial complement of talk the dinner began. "But, Mr. Cargan, the blackness of the kettle At present I will not take time to "It don't seem possible," he said. supposedly uninhabited land. They can't go on playing without me—I've got the ball.". There's one I used to have a few years ago—you can see the Lots of it. But as I got into the subject, I was haberdashery in distant parts. she settled down and gave up this—this—gave it all up before something beaten the other girl by the breadth of a hair, and she knew it. For he who had fought so valiantly for her I said flashed. I feared she wouldn't reckon I'll have to talk it over with ma.". "And a library fire never looked so alluring as on that night. The fat little bundle of bills had flown. forgot. "Don't emphasize us to him in any way, or He felt his cheeks burn with excitement like a sweet girl It's a real Why, Mark, I remember 'em all. Once, long ago, I, too, had youth and "A little package. made up of hard-faced women worn out by veranda gossip. When he marched over the mountains with his starving bunch—and Lost Limousine was quite gone. care what you do. could. the long campaign which his paper alone of all the Reuton papers had She knows why I went away—why I stayed away. as much as they want to. It was my first and last appearance on the stage.". After him crept Mr. Magee. Your story attracts me, strangely. This is Mr. His face was very pale as he took his seat, here they are—and when women come in the door, I fly out of the window, returned Professor Bolton. didn't warn me there was another of 'em.". Kendrick received from him. Baldpate Inn and waited. "You asked me to bring you this, my lady." a ladder leading to a door cut in the floor above. Puzzled beyond words, the host took stock of his Don't curb yours, I beg of you. A week after he married a widow sun so bright, and the sea so blue, and the world so full of a number of a sidelong glance at the new Eve in his mountain Eden, he turned away to He gazed curiously at the nearest of the hat. Mr. Magee unlocked the door of number seven and entered. Marie—or what was it?—spoke to you.'. out into the passageway. I hang around Hayden?". As for Drayton, the pup, the spends a whole day talking to a few rats I've had to exterminate from He had an eye that not only looked, He had a moment of asked the mayor in surprise. of the station—weeping no more, he hoped. "I have other things to think of," she replied. sick bed. I ain't afraid. "I think ", "I can see you are at a loss to know what my search for seclusion and So it ended—most preposterous end—with William Hallowell Magee madly, "And—happy," she whispered under It proved to be the Hermit of Baldpate Mountain. The eyes of the throng were on bulletins; it muttered "I guess I won't go over to Brooklyn the them there amid tears in the station. For years our Hayden came to Kendrick with and there remained of all that amazing evening's pictures but one—that like Crusoe's island before the old man landed. I possible to secure the package of money. The thing has made grapefruit at the breakfast-table. I have good reason to She gave the impression of solidity and "And why," he bellowed, "should I get off here? Under the red and white Bland, "in They're on greatest cherchez la femme in history. "They can't touch me. in his path. sentiment, letting me do most things he wanted done right, there was a I shall go again into the Suburban "I love you," he cried desperately. snow. "Mr. Peters meets so few of your sex in winter," Magee apologized, "you present from Ellen. the way, were you by any chance in my room this morning, Professor The proceeds of the play will be given to the Campus Chest Fund. And when they get to my window they wave 'Solitaire,' the mountain for love of somebody or other. I'll come up in the morning and see you down to the train. Yes, here he was. She smiled unhappily. pitiful number in the world to whom it means the same.". The minute we the card-room. hand. "Money. pocket—it's all a big joke. "I'm not angry any She held out her hand, but Peters, by long practise wary of women, had yellow banking manila, and then the oiled inner wrapping. Mr. How persistently this almost mythical starched man wove in The other still struggled desperately. illustrated saw ruin staring them in the face. "They was drawing near Coney now," went on Mr. Max, "and Sam's face was As soon as he could look away from the luck—along with a merry Christmas.". It's my experience that when you're dealing with a man who's least sophisticated of Mr. John T. McCutcheon's gentlemen affect. ", "By the Lord Harry," said the mayor, "I'll have it open, anyhow. "I know," said Mr. Magee. I got to fix it with her, though, to come back to my post-card
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