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SEVEN KEYS TO BALDPATE
By EARL DERR BIOGERS
Copyright 1913 by the Bobbs-Merrill Co.
(Continued from Yesterday)
He stopped. His eyes were on the
dining room door, -toward which Mr.
Magee's back was turned. The jaw
of Peters fell, and his mouth stood
wide open. Behind the underbrush
of beard a very surprised face was
discernible.
Mr. Magee turned quickly. A few
feet inside the door stood the girl of
the station, weeping no more, but
radiant with smiles Back of her
was the determined, impossible com
panion of yesterday.
"Oh. mamma.” laughed the girl.
"we’re too late for breakfast! Isn't
It a shame?”
"From tears to smiles." said Mr. Ma
gee. taking the girl’s hand. “What
worked the transformation? Not the
Commercial House. I know, for I pass
ed it last evening.”
"No. hardly the Commercial House,”
laughed the girl "Rather the sunshine , disappearance
of a winter morning, the brisk walk up plained the girl
all bliJM.iV ...... Mil'll will II,- in,
headlines. And when the last clew is
exhausted and my press agent Is the
same I come back to appear in a new
play, a well known actress. Of such
flippant things is a Broadway repnta-
tion built”
"We all wish you success. I’m sure.”
Mr. Magee searched his memory in
vain for this "actress’ ” name and
fame. The answer was simple. An
other fable was being spun from whole
cloth beneath the roof of Baldpate inn.
"We have a New York paper here,” he
went on. "but as yet there seems to be
no news of your sad disappearance."
"Wouldn't it la* the limit if they
didn't fail for it?” queried the older
woman.
"Fall for it" repeated Professor Bol
ton. not questionlngly. but with tbe air
of a scientist about to add a new and
rare specimen to his alcohol |nr.
"She means If they didn't accept my
legitimate news.” ex-
"That would be very
the mountain and the sight of the i disappointing. But surely there was
hermit of Baldpate with eyes like sau- J no barm in making the experiment."
"They’re a clever lot. those newspa
per guys.” sueered Mr. Bland, "in their
own opinion. But when you come
cers staring at a little girl who once
bought his postal cards."
"Then you know Mr. Peters?” inquir
ed Magee.
"ts that his name? You see.M never
met him in private life—he was Just |
the hermit when I knew him. 1 used
to come to Baldpate in the summers
and send his cards back to the folks at
home and dream dreams of his love
story when from my window I saw
the light of his shack at night. I’m
so glad to meet Mr. Peters informally."
She held out her hand, but Peters,
by long practice wary of women, had
burdened himfielf with breakfast plates
which prevented his clasping it. He
muttered "How d'ye do?" and fled to
ward the door, narrowly averting what
would have proved a serious collision
.with the large woman on the way
"Mr. Peters meets so few of your
sex in winter." Magee apologized, "you
mutt pardon his clumsiness. This gen
tleman"—ho Indicated the professor,
who arose—"it Thaddeus Bolton, a dis
tinguished member of a certain nniver-
ifty faculty, who haa fled to Baldpate
to eacape the press of America. Ajad
this is Mr. Bland, who hides here from
the world the scars of n broken heart.”
The girl smiled brightly. "And you”—
the asked.
"William Hallowell Magee.” be re
turned. bowing low. "1 have a neat
little collection of stories accounting
tor my presence here, from which l
■hall allow you to choose later. Not to
mention the real one. which la simple
almoat to a fault”
”1 am ao happy to meet yon all,” aaW
the girl. “We shall no doubt become
▼try good friends, for mamma and I
hay# also come to Baldpate Inn—to
stay.”
Mr. Bland opened wide bis usually
narrow eyes and ran bis band thought
fully over bis one day’s beard. Pro-
fsssor Boltou blinked his astonishment.
Mr. Magee smiled.
for one am delighted to hear it"
be said.
“My name." went on the girl. "Is
Mary Norton. May l present my moth
er, Mrs. Norton?”
The older woman adopted what was
obviously her society manner.
“I certainly am pleased to meet you
alt” she said in her heavy voice. "Ain't
It a lovely morning after the storm?
The sun's almost blinding."
"Some explanation.” put in Min Nor
ton quickly, "la due you If I am to
thrust myself thus upon you. 1 am
perfectly willing to tell why 1 am here,
but the matter mustn’t leak out. I can
trust you. I’m sure.”
•The bandits of Baldpate." Magee re*
marked flippantly, glancing at the two
men. "have their own code of honor,
aod the first rule is never to betray a
pal."
"Splendid!” laughed the girl. "You
said. I believe, that Professor Bolton
was fleeing from the newspapers. I
am fleeing for the newspapers—to at
tract their attention, to lure them Into
giving me that thing so iiecessary to a
woman , lu my profession—publicity.
^Tou see. I am an actress. The name l
^Kavc you is not my stage name. That,
^perhaps, you would know. I employ s
gentleman to keep me before the public
I as much as possible. It’s horrid, I
know, but it means bread and butter
to me. That gentleman, my press
agent, evolved the present scheme—a
mysterious disappearance.”
She paused aDd looked at the others.
Mr. Magee surveyed her uarrowly. He
wondered.
“I am to disappear completely for a
time.” the went on. "’As though the
earth bad swallowed me.’ will be the
good old phrase of the reporters. I
tm to linger here at Baldpate inn. a
key to which my press agent haa ae>
cured fdr me. Meanwhile the papers
will speak tearfully of me in their
headlines, at least I hope they will.
Can't you Jost sec them-those head
lines? 'Beautiful Actress Drops From
Might!*” 8bestopped, blushing. "Every
woman who gets Into print, you know.*
Klslbeantlfu!.*' •
*?But It'd be no Me In your esse,
dearie." put In Mrs. Norton, feeling
nirefully of her atrociously blond store
hufr.
«Vi
JO
completely for
lshment at the unexpected sponsor
he bad found. "And you?" went on
Quimby to the women.
"Why”— began Miss Norton.
"Absolutely all right." said Mr. Ma
gee. "They come from Hal Bentley,
like myself. He’s put them In ray
care. I’ll answer for them.” He saw
the girl's eyes. They spoke her
thanks.
Mr. Quimby shook his l.'ind as one
in a dream.
"All this is beyond me—way be
yond.” he ruminated. "I'm going to
write all about it to Mr. Bentley, and
1 suppose I got to let yon stay till 1
hear from him. l think he ought to
come up here if he can.”
"The more the merrier.’’ said Mr.
Magee, reflecting cheerfully that the
Bentleys were in Florida at last ac
counts.
"Come, mamma.'' said Miss Norton,
rising, "let’s go up and pick out a
suit. There's one I used to have a
few years ago. You can see the her
mit's shack from the windows. By
the way. Mr. Magee, will you send
Mr. I’eters up. to us? He may be able
to help us get settled."
"Ahem!" muttered Mr. Magee. ”1—
I’ll have a talk with Peters. To be
quite frank. 1 anticipate trouble. You
see. the hermit of Baldpate doesn't
approve of women"-
"Tbe idiot!" cried Mrs. Norton.
"Delicious!” laughed the girl.
“I shall ask I’eters to serve you." said
Magee. "1 shall appeal to his gallant
side. But I must proceed gently. This
Is his first day as our cook, and you
know how necessary a good first Im
pression is with a new cook. I’ll ap
peal to his better nature.”
"Don’t do lt! u cried the girl. "Don’t
emphasize us to him in any way or he
may exercise his right as cook and
leave. Just ignore us. We’ll piay at
being our own bellboys."
"Ignore you!" cried Mr. Magee.
"What herculean tasks you set! I’m
not equal to that one!” He picked up
their traveling bags and led the way
upstairs. "I’m something of a bellboy
myself when roused.” he said.
The girl selected suit 17. at the far
ther end of the corridor from Magee’s
apartments. "It’s the very one l used
to have years and years ago—at least
two or three years ago,” she said.
"Isn’t it stupid? All the furniture Id a
heap!"
"And <r»ld.” said Mrs. Norton. "My
land, I wish 1 was back by my own
Are.”
"I’ll make you regret your words.
Mrs. Norton!” cried Magee. He threw
right down to it every one of ’em has 0 p th e windows, pulled off his cost and
a nice little collection of gold bricks lu
his closet. 1 guess you've got them
going. 1 hope so."
"Thank you,” smiled the girl. "You
are very kind. You are here. 1 under
stand. because of an unfortunate—er—
affair of the h«irt?"
Mr. Bland smoothed back his black
oily hair from his forehead and smirk
ed. "Oh. now"—he protested.
"Arabella." put In Mr. Magee, "was
her name. The beauties of history and
mythology hobbled Into oblivion at
sight of her."
set to work on the furniture. The girl
bustled about, lightening his work by
her smile.
"I hope you don’t expect a tip,” the
girl said, laughing.
"I do,” he said, coming closer and
speaking In a voice that was not for the
ear of the chaperon. "I want a tip on
this—do yon really act?”
She looked at him steadily.
"Once," she said, "when I was six
teen, I appeared in an amateur play at
school. It was ray first and last ap-
I'm quick to for**," ln.ti.ted Mr. I P **” nC t ° D . ‘5*
Bi ani j Thanks, lady,” remarked Mr. Magee
-That doea you no credit. I'm ante. "' ln «* "•* 1*11 hoy he was sup-
replied the girl aeeerely, "And now. > |’ 0 "‘ d to be Fie .ought No. 7. There
mamma. I think we had better .elect 1 h ® mad * hln ” ,plf a * aln Presentable.
after wrllch he descended to the office.
Mr. Bland sat reading the New York
paper before the fire. From the little
card room and the parlor, the two
rooms to the right and lefe of the ho
tel's front dour. Quimby had brought
forth extra cbalrs. fie stood now by
the large chair that held Professor
Bolton, engaged in conversation with
that gentleman.
"Yea," he was saying' *T lived throe
years In R,euton and five years in New
York. It took me eight years-eight
years to realize the truth.”
"I heard about It from John Bent
ley,” the professor said gently.
“He’s been pretty kind to me, Mr.
our rooms”—
She paused, for Elijah Quimby had
corns In through the dining room door.
"Well!" he drawled. "Mr. Magee."
be said, "that letter from Mr. Bentley
asked me to let you stay at Baldpate
Inn. There wasn’t anything in it about
your bringing parties of friends along.”
’These are not friends I’ve brought
along." explained Magee. "They're
■Imply some more amateur hermits who
bars strolled In from time to time. All
bave their Individual latchkeys to the
hermitage. And all. 1 believe, have
credentials for you to examine."
Mr. Quimby stared lu angry wouder.
Professor Bolton rose from his chair.
~ , . ., . ,. , , Bentley bss." replied Quimby. "When
80 you are Quimby. he said in a , the monej wng aM goue he 0 ff ered me
soothing tone, in, glad to meet yon | thi8 job> 0ncc tlw y ulmby . owued
at tost. My old friend John Bentley . most of the land around Baldpate
bss spoken of you so often. I have a j to „„ u taln. , t a „ went ln th084> J ht
letter from him.” He drew the care j years. To think that It took all those
Uker to one side and took* an envelope j years for me to find It out!
from bis pocket
in low tones.
The two conversed
CHAPTER VII.
Tha Mayoh Casts a Shadow Before.
OICKLY the girl in the cordu
roy ault leaned toward Mr. Ma*
gee. She whispered, aud her j of an Idea, wWit I
tone waa troubled: j jdea
"Stand by me. I’m afraid I’ll need ! know
"If I'm not impertinent, Quimby,”
put in Magee, "to find what out?”
"That whst I wauted. the railroad
men didn’t want.” replied Quimby bit
terly. "and that was-the safety of the
public. You see. I invented a new
rail Joint, one that was a great im
provement on the*>ld kind. I bad aort
us doing it—an
service to the world—you
iod. what h joke! I sold all
Your mother takes the words from
my mouth.*' smiled Mr. Magee.
"From what part of Ireland do you
corns?” toughed the girl. She seemed
somewhat emhsrrnsAcri h\ her moth-
§gf QPto admlratioq. "Wgil, setting
your help."
"What's the matter?” inquire*] Ma
ges.
"1 haven't much of any right here. I
guess. But I had to cotne."
"But your key?”
“1 fear my-ray press agent-stole
ft”
"Never mind." he said very gently;
"I’ll see you through.”
Quimby was standing over Mr.
Bland "How about you?” he asked.
* “Cali up Afuiy Rutter and ask about j and pleaded- No, i begged—that was
me." replied Bland in the lone of uue ! the wofei—1 lagged. You’d be surpris*
who prefers war to peace. f ed to know the names of some of the
"i work for Mr. Bentley." said . men who kept me waiting in their pri-
Qulmby. "Rutter hasn't un.v'author!* ' ate offices and sneered at me over
the Quimby lands, and went to Reu-
ton, aud then to New York to place it
Not one of the railroad men but ad
mitted that it was an improvement,
and a big oue—and not one but fought
like mad to keep me from getting it
down where the public would see it
They didn’t want the expense of a
change."
Mr. Quimby looked out at tbs aunlU
stretch of snow.
Light years.” he repeated. "I fought
gueas, at the Knowledge of how hope
less it waa. Oh, they made a fine fool
of me.”
"You might h*y* pat down some of
your Joints at your ew* expense,” sug
gested the professor.
"Didn’t I try?" cried Quimby. "Do
you think tlvey’d let me? No, the pub
lic might see them aud demand them
everywhere. Once I thought I had
convinced somebody. It was down In
Renton—the Suburban railway." There
waa a rustle as Mr. Bland let bis paper
fall to the floor. "Old Henry Thorn
hill waa president of the road—he is
yettl gueas—but young Hayden and a
fellow named David Kendrick were
running It. Kendrick was on my side
—he almost had Hayden. They were
going to let me lay a stretch of track
with my Joints. Then something hap
pened. Maybe you remember. Ken
drick disappeared in the night—he’s
never been seen since.”
"I do remember.” said the professor
softly.
"Hayden turned me down.” went on
Quimby. "The money was alj gone.
So I came back to Upper Asquewan—
caretaker of an inn that overlooks the
property my father owned—the prop
erty I squandered for a chance to save
human lives.”
He moved away, and the men sat in
silence for a time. Then the professor
spoke very gently:
"Poor devil—to have had his dream
of service—and then grow old on Bald
pate.”
"Well, everything’s shipshape in the
kitchen.” announced the hermit cheer
fully. hurrying into the room. "I
couldn’t go without seeing to that. I
wish you the best of luck, gentlemen.
Hid goodby."
"Goodby?" cried the professor.
”By the gods, he’s leaving us!" al
most wept Mr. Bland.
"It can’t be.” said Mr. Magee.
"It haa to be,” said the hermit of
Baldpate. solemnly shaking his head?
“I’d like to stay with you. and I would
if they hadn’t come. But here they
are. and when women come in the
door I fly out of the window, as the
saying is.”
"But, Peters.” pleaded Magee, "you
r.re not going to leave us in the hole
like this?”
"Sorry,” replied Peters. "1 can
please men. but 1 can’t please women.
I tried to please one once—but let the
dead past bury its dead. I live on
Baldpate In a aback to escape the sex.
and it wouldn't be consistent for me
to stay here now. 1 got to go. I hate
to. like a dog. but I got to.”
'‘Peters,” said Mr. Magee. "I’m aur
prised. After giving your word to
stay! And who knows—you may be
able to gather valuable data for your
book. Stick around. These women
won’t bother you. And we’ll pay you
beyond the dreams of avarice of s
Broadway chef. Won't we. gentlemen ?”
The others nodded. Mr. Peters vlsl
bly weakened.
"Well.” he began. "I”— His eyes
were on the stairs. Mr. Magee also
looked in that dlrectien and aaw the
girl of the station smiling down. She
no longer wore cost and hat. and the
absence of the latter revealed a glory
of golden hair that became instantly a
rival to the aunshlne in that drear bare
room.
"No. Peters," she said, "you mustn't
go. We couldn't permit It. Mamma
and I will go.”
She continued to amlle at the ob
viously dazzled Peters. Suddenly he
■poke in a determined tone:
"No, don’t do that. I’ll stay.” Then
he turned to Magas and continued for
that gentleman's ear alone: "Doggone
It, we’re at! alike! Ws resolve and re
solve and then one of them looks at ua
nnd it’a all forgot. I had a friend who
advertised for a wife—leastways, he
waa a friend until be advertised. He
got ninety-two replies, seventy of ’em
from married men advising against the
step. Tra cured/ be aaya to me. ‘Not
for me.’ Did be keep his word?
A week after he married a widow jnat
to see If what the seventy said waa
true. I'm mortal. 1 bang around the
buzzsaw. if you give me a little mon
ey. I'll so down to the village and buy
the provisions for lunch.”
Gleefully Mr. Magee started the her
mit on his way, and then went over
to where the girl stood at the foot of
the stairs.
They went together to the kitchen,
found a pall and filled it with icy wa
ter from the pump at the rear of the
inn. Inside once more, Mr. Magee re
marked thoughtfully:
"Who would have guessed a week
ago that today 1 would be climbing the
broad staircase of a summer hotel car
rying a pail of water for a lady fair?"
They paused on the landing.
(To be Continued Tomorrow.)
THE CHIEF OF THE IRONCLAD
"My Ultimatum Is This: Unless the One Hundred
Thousand Francs Have Been Paid to Me on Board My
Ship Before Nightfall, I Will Open-fire upon your Town”
"Nothing In the world is stranger thought of shooting himself, hut only
than the psychology of a gambler."
said Lorlvelle throwing the butt of his
cigarette into the fire. A few >ears
ago I was alone in the world without
position and without relatives. I
was beastly hard up. One day I met
an old friend from my college days who
immediately discovered how things
were with me.
Handing me two five hundred franc
bills he said. "Come along old boy. I
know a place where we oan get a game
of baccarat. Try your luck and keep
what you win.”
who know how strongly I have
always been opposed to gambling, will
understand that I protested.
“You offer me one thousand francs.
hlch I may lose. I would rather ac
cept a loan of five hundred to be re
paid v\hen I am in a position to do so.”
And he refused."
Indeed he did. He was an inveter-
gambler and did not feel a bit like
lending a friend 25 Louis d’ors. which
he was sure of getting back some time,
but he was willing to risk almost any
amount at the green tables. It is very
“Not from the viewpoint of a gambl
er. exclaimed another. I know a very
prominent official, who sentences him
self to go w ithout dessert the next day
whenever he loses."
But I think I can tell a better story I
than any of you." sab] Alan Monterry.
"You all know beautiful Monte Carlo
and its Promenade, one day while
walking along the latter I saw a heavy
column of smoke in the horizon and
gradually the grey hull of a ship ap
peared. It was a battleship which
anchored up about two kilometres from
the shore and hoisted the Russian flag.
Nobody knew where it came fr<
lise around the
• crew had
onths and they
ut their boats
for a moment. ,
To commit suicide was to make
known his own disgrace. A strange
idea entered hit head and he decided to
risk everything in one throw’.
He went ashore and presented him
self to the manager of the Cansino.
”f am the commander of the Russian
battleship outside," he said. "I have
lost iry whole fortune at your roulette.
That is nothing of course, but unfortu
nately I have lost a good many thou
sands belonging to my ship. If I do
not bring bark that money to Russia
I am disgraced forever."
The manager being used to that kind
of tales, shrugged his shoulders and
said: "I am very sorry, but nobody
asked you to play. You have lost, but
I do not see that your losses concern
me or the bank In any way."
Then the chiefs 81av blood began to
boil: ”1 will make It your concern.
You will pay me back the one hundred
thousand Roubles belonging to Russh
which I have lost.”
"One hundred thousand Roubles
That is about four hundred thousand
francs.”
A Master Shot
He Took a Hairfine Aim
and the Shot Went off
The Faint Sound of the
Shot Did Not Wake „„
the Girl. Up
perhaps it
world. At
thi
The comma
Fount Sergius
old salt with
of the
sol
ty here. He isn't to be manager next
season. I understand. However, the
professor wants me to let yon stay.
He ways he’ll l»e rewjMUisibl** * Mr.
BlsotJ looked to open mouthed ustou-
their polished desks. They turned ma
down—every one. Some of them play
ed me—as though I’d been s fish. They
referred me to other ends of the same
big game, laughing to their sleeves, 1
"The engineer was taking hia train
to New York whan the locomotive
steamchest exploded, drenching him
*ith steam and boiler water. He
stuck to his post and applied the
brakes. When found he was uncon-
con^cious. with his band on the throt-
p."—Daily Paper.
Would ask how this paper thinks
the engineer reached the steamchest
from the cab. Perhaps the cylinder
valve on the muddrum of the cow
catcher corroded and let the vacuum
leak over ontw the bell rope. Mebbe,
while standing on a aiding the loco
motive chest was bitten through by
a man eating goldfish! Who knows?
—Power.
itch, lie was an
•mitable will and
an iron fist. His men liked him. fear
ed him anil obeyed him blindly. Be
fore he allowed the crew to go ashore
be made the following speech to them:
"Boys, in this town there Is a big
gambling establishment. I have no
right to forbid you to visit it. hut the
first man of you who goes there I shall
lock up in the coal bunkers and he will
stay there until we get back to Russia.
Understand!”
The first man to enter the gambling
hall was the commander himself who
believed in the proverb: "Do as I say,
not as I do.”
Ndr was Count Sergius satisflad to
look on. He gambled a little and won
few Ixmis d’ors. You nlw’a.vs win at
the start. His luck aroused his desire
to go on. He fought it for a while, but
at last he sat dow f n at one of the tablea
Now if you sit down at a roulette table
you are lost and will see your last
coin disappear in a short time.
The chief had lost a large amount
efnre long and returned to the ship
swearing by all saints of Paradise that
he would never gamble again, but he
whs back in the Casino early the next
day.
He had never gambled before and
the mania had taken possession of him.
In three days he was ruined, having
lost not only all he possessed but a
very large amount belonging to Russia.
He was mad with despair.
"I must win," he told himself, "and
I am sure that I shall succeed. In two
days more he had lost all the money
which had reposed in the safes of the
ship.
He sat at his desk with a revolver
within reach and for a moment he
"Yea.”
"You must be mad.”
"No. not quite."
"You imagine we will return
amount like that?"
”1 am quite sure you will.”
money." %
"Rut I ask you to return it."
"What do you think would happen to
us if we were to grant all such
quests?"
"I am sure I do not care, but you will
do It in this case."
"And how will you compel us to do
"I have a number of powerful guns
on hoard my ship—
"You don't mean—?’’
“That is just what I do mean,
ultimatum is this, unless the one hun
dred thousand francs have been paid
to me on hoard my ship before tonight
1 open fire nnd I promise you that in
less than an hqur you may sweep the
remnants of your town together i
brooms.”
"But that would be a crime, a breach
of international rights—"
"I don’t care what It would be.
want the money."
"Rut you run the risk of "
"No risk at all. I shall have to shoot
myself, but I shall have had my
venge. Au revolt monsieur. Take
your choice: four hundred thousand
francs or ”
And in less than an hour the Casino
paid up.
CIVIL SERVICE EXAMINATION.
Q.—Name a man who was long ago
identified with the Department of the
Interior.
A.—Jonah.
Q.—What Is a myth?
A.—A $50,000 bulldog.
Q.—What ia so rare as a day in
June?
A.—An unblemished reputation.
Q —-In what does Mexico lead the
United States?
A —Revolutions and fleas.
Q—What makes the evenings so
long in the winter?
A.—Banquets.
Q—Cite a household utensil that
is always In evidence?
A.—The angorsy cat when it’s
molting.
Q— Explain the income tax.
A.—It can't be done.
—Detroit News.
The low mountains wore ( ] r x
cool shadow over the hot Kv#
In the sunshine the
humming and the birds wen* si
and shrieking.
But this did not disturb the
sleeping girl who was lyma np .
pond, all surrounded by high
One small hand she had put ,
neath her head, Instead of ,, ..
she had her rich golden hair
silky lashes touched her round r
red with sleep, and between the ,
red lips two rows of small pearl v
were visible. One shoe she had kj v
ed off and a lovely little fo.>t Wat
As she lay there in fairylike slVf.
made a beautiful Illustration for "Th.*
Sleeping Beauty in the Wood." *
And the monster was n«.t ~
either. ‘ a ‘
At the edge of her white gown
thing moved. Something ghostly dart
and vieiouc. It crept further up »>,
gown very careful not to make lt ^ i
felt. It crept on and reached the wl
of the sleeping girl.
Black as the night the ugly „,„ r .
ster with its long^hairy legs moved r . n
across the white gown and appro*ho
her throat, which lay bare to the er,^
of its poisonous bloodsucking fan<s '
It was a giant spider, an enormously
big one which had crept out ..f its ra */ e
It was at least six inches in diameter
It could catch and swallow a small ; in]
Just as easy as an ordinary fly. j.
was very near her throat now.
Two Inches—and again two inches-
crept the disgusting monster anl
reached her bare throat.
As it rose on the hindlegs, its dark
body against the w’hlte gown, the M a r' K
monster kept perfectly quiet ;i . ; t
wanted to prepare its poisonous fang*
before sinking them into the fre>h
veins which had tempted its greedy rf.
petite.
The man who had Just reached the
middle of the small valley stopped
ddenly as if turned into stone. Tie
shout of Joy with which he lmd meant
to greet the girl whom he had look
ed for anxiously died ln hi* throat.
How great the danger In which the lit-
girl was hovering he knew only too
1. He knew better than anyho-b
that all wild animals, miakes ant
poisonous insects included, lute
sting Immediately wt en thev at*
scared. If, therefore, he let hitrself
i now, the monster would fal
low this instinct and sink its deadly
poisonous fangs into the girl’s throat
before It disappeared.
His brain was always clear and thi
life he had lived had taught him to de-
cide quickly. He Instantly remember-
ed that when he had returned from the
hunting and discovered that the chid
was missing, he had not hung up the
rifle—and this rifle was loaded with a
rather small bullet.
As he made every effort to he ae
calm as possible he lay down noise
lessly and pressed the weapon agaird
one. He was very clever wi*h
the rifle, but he did not dare to ta!;»
even the slightest risk.
First, when It was all over hi* lunl
trembled. He threw awav his ri'».
Jumped up. and ran toward* the lib*
girl, lifted her In hU arm* and pr*«
ed her tightly to his breast. The r.r!
woke up.
"Papa—wet," said the little girl, ant
evoked into his face—which wan
with cold perspiration—with sleepy
"Ray dry papa"
•Yes, answered the father. "T bve
been playing William Tell, and it was
a bit tiring."
The Want Ad Primer
When you advertise rooms for rent take care to
make your little ad attractive. t
Even in a few words you can instill into it an at
mosphere of “coziness" and “comfort”. As on exam
ple consider the advertisement herewith:
• OI.IVE— ROOM AND BOARD HOU
one or two gentlemen or couple em
ployed.
This may really be a very attractive room but not
many will waste their time investigating.
It is eas\‘—if you try—in very few words to show
prospective roomers that you have what they want.
Tell them about the “comfortable brass bed”—“plen
ty of clean linens"—“hot water heat”—“everything
spotlessly clean,” etc., etc. Try this and your little ads
will be more productive.
Tn the ad reproduced above there is room for two
or three more words without any increase in cost—this
space could have been used to advantage.
The telephone number should always be given ex
cept on close in locations ,