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application to his vast moneyed interests or break down. He hated to think of stopping, even for a brief sea

tion every y

ore than a good imitation of the dwellings of the New England pioneers; but you had only to peep through the windows to note its splendid furnishings. The finest of oriental rugs covered the floor; chairs, tables and lounges were of the richest make, and the hundreds of choice books in their mahogany cases cost twice as many dollars. A modern machine furnished the acetylene light, the broad fireplace could take in a half cord of wood when the weather was too cool for comfort without it, and the beds

he owner, when the chauffeur carried him, his wife and

oked after by Pat Murphy, the caretaker, and his w

is own renewed vigor and tanned skin, decided the elder in his course. The Haynes bungalow was smaller and more modest than Landon's, the two being separated by a half mile of woods and open country. This, however, was of no accou

n the two, including their wives, snapped apart. All bridge playing ceased, and the long summer hours became so deadly dull for Mrs. Landon that she gladly accepted the invitation of a friend, hurried to New York a

th, just as they had always done, stopping over night wherever convenient, and as happy as two clean-minded, healthy youngsters ought to be. The Landon auto w

is chauffeur took him to the little cluster of houses called Southport, at the head of the island, where he got his letters, New York newspapers and such supplies as happened to be needed at the ho

strolled about his place, and pitied every man who was doomed to spend his life in the Pine Tree State. True, he was gaining weight and his appetite became keen, but he smoked too much and was discontente

r, glummer than usual because there was no excuse for his taking any more joy rides, halted the machine at the side of the roadway. Throwing out the clutch, he hurried up the walk and handed his em

it necessary for him to return to New York as soon as possible and to stay "a few days." He was alert on the i

that the course for an automobile was too roundabout and there was too much ferrying to make the hurried journey feasible. He decid

The son was sorry to lose the company of his father, whose affection he returned, but it is not in boy nature to mourn for one from whom he

l of business was stronger than that of the fine woods and salt water of Maine. He easily found the necessity for staying i

s at both homes more than his own. He had become as fond of boating as his two friends and set out to learn all about the craft. It did not take him long to become a good steersman and by and by he could start and stop the Deerfoot, though he shrank from attem

c than the others. They landed at Pemaquid Beach and listened to the story of the old fort as told by the local historian, who proved that the date was correct which is painted on the stone wall and says a settlement was

as a protection if needed, and the opportunity to halt when and wherever they choose, the agreement was

parkled with the memory of the passage which he had m

Terry McGarrity remarked whin he entered the strife that was to