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BY
GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON.
Author of “Graustark,” “Truxton King,” etc.
V- .. Copyright, 1311. By Dodd. Mead A Co. j
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CHAPTER I.
CHILDREN IN THE GIANT'S
CASTLE.
The children of the place had their
own name for the severely grey brick
house, that stood at the top of the hill
overlooking the town. They called it
“The Giant's Castle.” Not because it
was inhabited by a creature of unusual
stature jpr' one of prodigious strength,
but because childish fancy is so prone
to Identify visible aspects with those
Inspired by the imagination. The house,
profoundly' insistent in its dominance
of the y'outhful vision, was not far re
moved frdm that which their tender
intellects were pleased to consider a
fitting abode for certain stupendous
personages, whose acquaintance they'
had made, as have all other children
whose education has not been stunted
by cross and unfeeling parents—
through the medium of fairy books and
weary nurse maids’ tales. Their small
but vivid Imaginations seized upon the
prim and unusually peaceful abode as
a perfect illustration of what an ogre's
castle oufeht to be, and no amount of
persuasion? in the shape of realism
could dull that Impression until they
outgrew the delights and fears of nur
sery literature.
The fact that two very small chil
dren lived in “The Giant's Castle,”
quite without fear of being devoured by
the master thereof, militated not a
whit against the Juvenile fancy of
Corinth-by-the-Sea, notwithstanding
liberal plaground and Sunday school as
sociation.
The real occupants of the house were
not taken Into account. If they had
been, there would have been no excuse
for the.name. It pleased the very young
to imagine-Giat there were other _g.nd
more'horrific creatures lurking behind
the grey, weatherstained walls; it
pleased them to believe that each of the
square little window's in the cupola
represented a peephole through which
a ferocious giant peered in quest of the
well known “Englishmun.” And so,
they lived in a delicious dread of the
ogre and yet roruped with the two
small denizens about the yard and
f limn rrll nr.nnvtn>iil«
In the shape of an Invitation to “come
up and play,” presented itself). All of
w hich goes to prove that nursery tales
are terrifying only when one has gone
to bed and is left alone in the dark.
As a matter of fact, the people who
lived in the big grey house, from mas
ter to servant, were as mortal as mor
tal could be. To be quite precise, the
master himself was a very superior
sort of mortal, in that he set himself
up as an example for all other men
to be patterned after. That so few of
his gender succeeded in coming quite
up to the standard was not so much a
disappointment to him as it was a sat
isfaction to them.
Mr. Blagden was a most exemplary
man. As to virtue and morality he was
a giant. Yet, while he was respected,
he was not feared. No one fears a
truly good man. If the town in w'hieh
Mr. Blagden lived had been a trifle
larger than it actually was in the mat
ter of population it is quite likely he
would not have been respected. But it
was a small town, and the good are al
ways respected in small towns. The
paths are narrow there, and they are
very straight. It is a simple process,
you might say, to be moral and upright
w hen the paths are so narrow that one
Is obliged to pursue a straight course
or suffer the consequences of a bump
against his neighbor's wall, which in
variably is built close up to the path
and has many eyes as well as ears.
When I say that everyone in Corinth
by-the-Bea. respected Mr. Blagden. my
assertion should be taken with a grain
of salt. Respect has its degrees, and
Corinth had its analysts. Down along
the water front there were drinking
places, and in them were profane phil
osophers who maintained that Mr.
Blagden was no better than other men
if one could get beneath his skin. Un
expectedly, of course. But. if you got
beyond the drinking places, adjacent
to which the paths were necessarily
crooked and not all restricted, you
speedily would be set straight again as
to Mr. Blagden's real standing in the
community. The doubts were confined
tn PPrtflin linrpfi'pnprflth m an cqIIpiI
sailors, and everyone knows that a
sailor sees nothing good in a landsman.
He never has, and he never will. We
may. therefore, take it for granted,
despite the windy opinions of those
vituperative seadogs. that Mr. Blagden
deserved the high esteem in which he
was held by the people of Corinth.
Besides, what is more to the point,
the sailormen were not citizens of Cor
inth. but inhabitants of the Seamen’s
Home situated in the nearby village of
Todville.
Todville was what you might describe
os a suburb of Corinth. It pleased the
Corinthians to speak of it as a suburb
when abroad in the land. At home, in
tlie bosom of the municipality, they
failed to regard Todville in the same
charitable light. Among themselves,
they looked upon tlie village with con
siderable scorn and a great deal of
aversion. It was like a growth upon
tlie smooth, placid countenance of Cor
inth.
There may have been very excellent
reason for this uncharitable attitude
on the part of the smug citizens of Cor
inth. Todville was in the patli of ex
pansion. I do not mean to say that the
village, which clung like a barnacle
to the side of its big sister, was in any
sense a restriction to the commercial
or material growth of Corinth. Not at
ail. It stood in the way of civic pride,
principally because it occupied the
most picturesque spot of ground to be
found anywhere along the coast for
miles around. Inasmuch as it was with
in 10 minutes’ walk of the most fash
ionable and exclusive residence district
of Corinth, and because it was in itself
a mean and humble witness to the
progress of the splendor it halted. Tod
ville was a despised spot, though cov
eted. With Todville and its half hun
dred shanties out of the way, Corinth
would have been able to spread its
gathered plumes, and fly out from its
crowded nest to settle down upon a
new and coveted stretch of earth, there
to prink and pout with all the arrog
ance of a peacock, while the world
passed by and envied.
But mean little Todville stood in the
way. The charmed point that ran out
into tiie sea, lofty and ironic, with its
magnificent view up and down the
coast, from whose heights one could
stare in pity across and beyond the
very summits of haughty Corinth—the
point, I say. was quite beyond the
grasp of those who most desired its
beauty. It belonged to a very close
corporation of philanthropists to whom
the comfort of antiquated sailormen
was of more consequence than the con
solation of ambitious dwellers in pal
aces.
Tears before, when Corinth was not
I urse proud and lordly, these kindly'
gentlemen established the Aged Sea
men's Home on Lord's Point, a deed
in perpetuity guaranteeing the dwellers
therein against eviction. Unhappily
tor the present generations in Cor
inth, the heirs of the original promot
ers. with one or two exceptions, resid
ed in New York, Boston or Philadel
phia, and they, holding Corinth in soma
disdain, stubbornly refused to entertain
a proposition to Join in the effort to set
aside the first grant, with the provison
that the home be transferred to anoth
er and le3s imposing section of the
coast, some distance removed from
Lord’s Point.
And so it was that the Ancients re
mained almost under the nose—or
more properly speaking, under the ey'e,
—of Corinth by the sea, secure in their
rights and far from clannish in their
patronage. It was but a step down
the beach road from Todville to the
water front bar rooms of Corinth.
Like migratory' ants, the Ancients
swarmed down from the Point and
straggled back again—physically un
able to swarm—each paying his tithe
to the municipality and taking away in
turi) a copious share of grog, from the
effects of which he recovered with a
matutinal fortitude that annoyed his
more holy bht less hardy neighbors.
Particular attention is draw'n to Hor
ace Blagden in view of the fact that his
ow n grandfather was one of the prime
movers In establishing the now obnox
ious home on Lord’s Point. Moreover,
Horace Blagden’s home, the grey house
on the hill, was so close to the line
separating the Todville reservation
from Corinth that hq coulcl have thrown
a stone from his stable yard well into
the preserve, provided, of course, that
he was in the habit of throwing stones.
But Mr. Blagden never threw stones,
either literally or figuratively. He was
content to let other people do that,
relyihg on his own aloofness to escape
without bruises to himself.
No one could afford to throw stones
at Mr. Blagden. He w'as the great
man of Corinth.
After a single, ineffectual attempt on
his own part to get possession of the
Point for himself, he settled back and
looked the other way. Thereafter, the
town of Corinth did all of the tnlkine
and voiced all of the resentment to
ward the lowly village of Todvllle, seat
ed, as It were, almost under the gates
of Nineveh.
The venerable sea dogs from the
Point, In their libations, spoke freely of
Horace Blagden because they owed
notldng to him since he had tried to
take away from them that which his
grandfather had given. They were
qui'e alone in their privileges. It may
be said, in explanation of this rather
ambiguous remark, that nearly every
one else in Cornith owed something, in
one way or another, to the expansive
Mr. Blagden.
He was the president of the private
banking house of Blagden & Co., be
sides being the head of such Institu
tions as the Street Railway company,
the Short Coast Steamship company,
the Building & Roan association the
Merchants’ Protective society, the Cor
inth Brick & Rime works, the Country
club, the town board, and, last but by
no means least, the Congregational
Sunday school. I almost forgot to in
clude the Greenvale Cemetery associa
tion. Only the most violent politics kept
him from ascending to the presidency
of tilt Seamen’s Home society.
I apprehend that no one who reads
these lines will undertake to dispute
my claim that Mr. Blagden was the
most influential person in Corinth. I
think I have established the proof in
these brief sentences that he was a
very superior sort of mortal, if. Indeed,
iie was not a little more than that.
While Mr. Blagden was very- power
ful and very good, and very proud of
it, he was not what one would call
popular. He was not liked for the en
emies he had made; although, if he had
cn enemy, he did not know it. Even
the venerable sea dogs were somewhat
punctilious in this respect; they did
all of their talking in the bar room3,
and were as close as clams when they
got outside, guarding ngainst the re
mote possibility that he might, by
chance. be in the slums collecting rents.
They would net put it above him. Still
they- fell with common accord Into the
habit of openly respecting Mr. Blagden.
reserving their private opinions for
public houses. Mr. Blagden’s bank
cashed their pension vouchers without
question and without charge.
I have said there were two small chil
dren in the so called “Giant’s Castle,”
and that the youngsters of the upper
social circles enjoyed acquaintance
with them. I might have said there
wero three, except that a strange re
spect for the fitness of things re
strained me. It is necessary, however,
to announce that there were three,
brother, sister and cousin, if that is
not too involved. The brother and sis
ter were the wards of Horace Blagden;
their cousin was his son. The small
folk of upper Corinth mentioned the
Midthorne children in one breath, and
Chetwynd Blagden in another. More
often than otherwise, he was not men
tioned at all. There was Joyousness in
tho breath that they gave to the Mid
thorne children, and something akin to
i luctance in that which they devoted
to Chetwynd. If the playmates of Hor
ace Blagden's son were slow to speak
of him, I feel that I may be excused
for having neglected to mention him in
the same sentence with ills cousins.
Chetwynd was older than they, by
several years. As the only son of
Horace Blagden, he may have been
pardoned for the distinct air of super
iority that he assumed, even as a very
small boy. His attitude toward his
cousins was patronizing when it was
not Inimical. He lorded it over them in
the most high handed fashion and his
teaching justified him in that particu
lar. Perhaps it was not altogether his
fault. Chetwynd might have been a
better boy and a more generous one
had he not been the only son and heir
of Horace Blagden, the great man of
Corinth. The perfectly obvious fact
that other children loved his cousins
caused him, in his envy, to set his small
hand against them, as well. He was
privileged to treat them, one and all,
with the disdain his ■ position recom
mended to him. Was not he the scion
of a rich and highly respected family?
Were not all other small creatures in
Corinth but clods in his path? Above
all. were not these cousins of his depen
dent on the bounty of ills father, and
barely tolerated as such? Why, then,
was he not better than they, and why
not infinitely above those undiscrimin
ating Infants who elected, in their ig
norance, to love thein? In a more sen
sitive soul than his, the truth would
have smarted. But he was the son of
the great man of Corinth and he knew
not the law of equality. He chose to
be tlie lord, whether they liked It or
not.
No child asked permission of its
mother to go up to t'hetwvnd s house;
they asked to go up to the Midthornes*.
j Therein lies the distinction and also the
! difference.
This narrative will not deal at length
with the children of "The Giant's Cas
tle.” It is the purpose of the narrator
to make his hearers acquainted with
the three of them while they were very
tiny persons, and then to carry them
over the years as quickly as possible.
In the mean time, we may nil come to
know Horace Blagden and his wife bet
ter. besides getting something of an it»
j ward view of other people who attend
ed them in the capacity of subjects.
First, let us locate Cornith-by-ihe
Sea. It is a place of some 6,000 souls,
three hours from Boston by rail, and
not half so far as the crow flies. It is
of no importance which direction ono
has to travel from Boston to reach the
little seaport, north or south. Suffice it
to say, it is an old town, and its first
families of today were known by the j
same names 200 years ago. It is a
thriving place, after a slow and digni
fied fashion. There is a port there,
where coast steamers call, and freight
ers put in: while from Its little har
bor a half hundred prosperous fish
ing boats fare forth in season to reap
a harvest from the sea.
It is satd that once there was a time
when Corinth was without a Blagden,
but the period was of short duration. It
seems that Horace Blagden’s great- j
grandfather went off to London to re
side, taking with him his sons and
daughters, Ills wife, his men servants
and his maid servants, but not his
asses. They remained in Corinth. In
time the men servants and the maid
servants returned, and then the wife.
The war of the revolution was over.
She put the old house in order, and then
came her husband and his sons and
daughters, for none of them married in
the land across the sea. Since then
there jias always been a Blagden in
Corinth.
Generation of them accumpltcd the
fortune and the prestige that served
to make Horace Blagden, in his duy,
the great man of Corinth. More than
this, he was a recognized force in the
vast money centers of the land, for he
was rich even unto the point of com
manding respect among the richest.
Blagden & Co., bankers, 22 Blagden
street, Corinth, was a powerful con
cern. It could lend money when times
were so hard that other institutions
trembled.
Horace Blagden, when he came out
of Harvard, went into the bank with
his father. Then he set out, not un
like the princes of old, to find him a
wife from among the lordly of the land.
He journeyed far and came at last to
the walls of a city called Gotham. He
stormed a castle there and rescued a
beautiful maiden from the ogres whom
nature had constituted her father and
mother, Just In time to keep them from
delivering her over to the mercy of an
English gentleman who owned n
coronet and a ducal palace, and nothing
else, except a ripping stud.
She was a Van Dykeman.
Then, out cf a fashionable school for
young ladles, came Horace Blagden'a
only sister, Mary. She came out pre
maturely, it may be added, to run away
with and marry the gallant youth who
afterward became the father of the
two Midthornes, cousins to Chetwynd
and wards of their unhappy mother's
brother.
It had always been easy sailing for
Horace Blagden. He stepped into his
father's shoes, so to speak, when the
old gentleman vacated them, and be
came at once, when he was little past
30, the great man of Corinth. He had
not married for love. On the other
hand his sister had, because she pos
sessed the power to love. Perhaps that
Is why Horace had such placid waters
on which to sail, while Mary had for
ever the roar of breakers In her ears.
Mary came to gTief. She loved In
tensely—and once too often.
Briefly, let me explain It came to
pass that her children found them
selves securely established in the grey
house on the hill, unloved but tolerated
with a resignation that even they,
small as they were, could not fail to
appreciate.
(Continued next week.)
Soldiering.
From the Detroit News.
To work long hours, sometimes for days
and nights, with Intrenching tools—the
work of a ditch digger;
To load and unload and carry large
packs of supplies—the work of a steve
dore;
To stand at the beck and call of officers
and serve them their food—the work of a
waiter;
To replace torn-up ties and relay torn
up rails and rebolst torn-down poles—the
work of a section hand;
To serve in the mess with towel and
troughs of water—the work of a dish
washer:
To cut down forests and hewr large trees
with adze and ax—the work of a lumber
jack ;
To feed and curry and tend one's horses
or someone else's horses—the work of a
hostler;
To touch the torch to peasants' crops
and hayricks and cottages—the work of a
vandal;
To stand up before one man or two
whom he has never met before and shoot
mem to aeam— me worn or an execu
tioner;
To run off pigs and rattle belonging to
others and prepare their flesh for the ket
tle—the work of a butcher;
To march for hours and hours In sun or
rain until his movements become mechani
cal, the mind benumbed and the whole
matter less than a nightmare—the work of
a Frankenstein;
To be flung Into com bjtt where and with
whom he can not tell;"
And then to have the trench covered
over him or to be laid In the ditch and
have the road plowed over him or to be
tied with three others (“bodies are tied In
bundleB-.of four to facilitate handling’’)—
Tirff Is tho work of a soldier.
Thai is the “romance” of soldiering
The Lightship.
From Collier’s Weekly.
The lightship Is the most solitary of all
agents of welldoing. Her offices are like
those of the lighthouse, but she lacks
the one solid encouragement of Mother
Earth. Instead, she Is merely linked to
the sea bottom, while round her swirls
the deadly element. In her whole aspect
there Is something doleful, perhaps caused
by a sense of the littleness of man In his
warfare against nature. Even the coast
patrol on the beach, endlessly tramping
his beat, has tho relief of movement and
shifting environment. But the lightship
man Is held to the same spot—reef or rip
or shoal, as It may be—day upon day and
night upon night. It takes real men to
live that life, raked and buffeted by gales,
with rarely the sight of a fresh newspa
per or new face. There chess Is the dissi
pation. But such as these have at least
the consolation of serving their fellow
voyagers who speed past them to see the
world, and to busy themselves In count
less ways. Meantime the lightship stays
where It Is. As for her crew, they only
stand and wait. Yet It Is but another In
stance of the blind poet’s great truth, for
they also are serving.
Municipal Profit and Loss.
From the Kansas City Star.
All the public utilities that are an ex
pense—like paved streets, sewers, police
service. Are protection, schools, etc —Use
public owns.
All the public utilities, except water,
that are profitable— like street railways!
telephones, gas, electric lighting, etc.—pri
vate companies own.
The question has been asked, why
doesn't the public take the profits from
the profitable utilities to pay the expenses
of tne expensive utilities?
The private profit takers answer that
while the public Is thoroughly competent
to take care of unprofitable enterprises. It
Is thoroughly Incompetent to take care of
profitable enterprises.
Does that answer meet all the require
ments ?
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[HE EMBARGO
ON WHEAT
The United Ctates Wheat Pro
duction Admits of 100 Mil
lion Bushels for Export.
The talk In the press some little
time back of placing an embargo on
wheat, brought forcibly to the minds
of the people of the United States a
condition that may at some time lu
the near future face them. 100 mil
lion bushels of an export of wheat
means a splendid revenue to the
country as well as to the farmer,
and if this were assured year after
year, there would be reason for con
siderable congratulation. But last
year’s magnificent and abundant
crop, which was estimated at 691
million bushels, cannot be expected
every year. With a home consump
tion of 775 million bushels, and a
production in many years of little
more than this, the fact is apparent
that at an early date the United
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will be then that the people of the
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markets for a supply. And it is then
that the value of Western Canada
lands will be viewed with consider
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lands in Canada will then be called
upon to provide the greatest portion
of the old world's supply, and also, in
the opinion of the writer, that of the
United States as well. At present
there are only about 12 million acres
of these lands producing wheat. There
are live times that many acres that
can be brought under successful culti
vation. Apart altogether from the
•value of these lands as wheat pro
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them from the fact that the soil Is
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many other kinds of grain as well as
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bility of the soil, the climate and
all other necessary conditions, to the
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cr raise will continue for some years,
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or later will be well served by rail
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You should have seen the way Wuf
fles moaned over his petty ailments.
He was one of those chaps who were
always bewailing their ill state of ‘
health, when all that is really the mat- J
ter with them is the need of a little
lecturing.
“Oh, my chest, doctor!" he wailed
to his physician one evening. “My
lungs feel so compressed. Some peo
pie tell me to inhale sulphur fumeB. ^
Others recommend a seaside holiday. (
What would you advise me to do?”
“Try fresh air,” said the doctor
shortly “Five dollars, please.” I
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More than 30 years ago Salzer’s Catalog
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For 10c In Poatage
We gladly mail our Catalog
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Or Send 12c
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Spring and Summer.
Or send to John A. Salzer
Seed Co., Box 706, La
Crosse, Wis., twenty cents
gnd receive both above collec
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Reminiscence.
"I can remember when we could get
an idea of how an election was going
by taking a straw vote.”
“We never depend on straw votes
out our way. The only chance of |
learning which way the election was ;
going was to discover which side had ! 1
the most two-dollar bills.”
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The Female of the Species.
“1 tell you, sir," said the sad-eyed i 1
passenger with the bargain-counter , j
tie, “all women are born gamblers.” j ■
“That’s right," observed the but
ton drummer. “And they nearly al
ways win when they play hearts to
catch diamonds.” 1
Falmouth is probably the oldest port
in England. It was used by the Phoe
nicians at least 2,000 years ago.
No great success was ever attained
1 by kicking.
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Buy materials that last
Certain-teed
Roofing
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Her Preference.
Young Mawks had decided to enlist
.nd go to war, and hin wife was ob-t
ecting.
“But, darling,” he argued, "even If ti
rere killed, just think how fine lti
rould be to be the widow of a hero.’’
‘‘Oh, no, Wilfred," pleaded the young'
rife earnestly, her mind reverting to.
, familiar proverb; "I would rather
>e the wife of a live Jackass than »
lead lion.”—Judge.
3RANDMA used sage tea
TO DARKEN HER GRAY HAIR
Ihe Made Up a Mixture of Sage Tea.
and Sulphur to Bring Back Color,
Gloss, Thickness.
Almost everyone knows that Saga
Pea and Sulphur, properly compound
ed, brings back the natural color and
ustre to the hair when faded, streaked
>r gray; also ends dandruff, itching
icalp and stops falling hair. Years
igo the only way to get this mixture
vas to make it at borne, which Is
nussy and troublesome. Nowadays,
jy asking at any store for “Wyeth’s
Sage snd Sulphur Hair Remedy," you
ivill get a large bottle of the famous
ild recipe for about 50 cents.
Don’t stay gray! Try It! No one
san possibly tell that you darkened
your hair, as it does It so naturally
ind evenly. You dampen a sponge or
soft brush with it and draw this
through your hair, taking one small
strand at a time, by morning the gray
hair disappears, and after another ap- /■'
plication or two, your hair becomes
beautifully dark, thick and glossy.—
\dv.
The Proof Conclusive.
Sunday School Teacher—What is
the outward, visible sign of baptism?
Johnny—The baby, mum.
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