The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1876-03-16

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town. Such places still live on ..the.
canvas ,S9 of :: Heook, He., but they are very
! hard 1d to find now, when nearly every
cluster y q Of houses near @ the + sea y 2 has be.
come that moqstFoaity of modern
eiyilization-a y taahioneable> e > Watering
place. You g. down to the old hapnt
where your summer holiday wes spent
some ten years ago. You get out at
the station-it didn't boast one in the
old days--and you look around you
in bewilderment. Where the old
cottages stood, SCARED by wind and
sea, are now rows Of new mansions,
bright stucco and paint filled with
gay visitors, who change their toilettes
three or four times day and COM
port themselves as in town. The old
inn has been pushed out Of sight by
q smar It hotel, where the piano is giong
all day in the morning.room, where
the soles are fried into brown boards,
the outlets are greasy. and where
it would be a positive insu 1t
to the 'Fine Golden Sherry" 70 sug-
gest that it was ever even remotely
connected with grapes. The wait.
ers are greasy and defiant, and make
up for soiled linen by extreme super
ciliousnees, and even your old friends
the fishermen have grown lazy and
extortionate and you have no pleas:
ant converse with them as of old
An excursion-xain comes in every
other day crowded with the unwash
ed vino regard the ocean as = public
bath, and are astonished to find thu,
salt water refuses to lather-the only
revenge which outraged ocean car
take upon them. Sic tro'ssit! Th,
place isruined for people who lik,
quiet and comfort, and you 60 hom'
feeling that Alexander Selkirk mus
be man rather to be envied thai
otherwise.
Such a change had come owe,
Sea burn, for upwards of centur,
has passed since We left James Mars
den flying from the house and land.
he won, scared from them by
the ghostly glances of dead ST,
Hugh. But the evil that Barone
wrought still remains with the fami
ly, the Marsdens still hold Gavesto1
Court, and the Sir Philip Gavestol
# to-day is a landless man. Thre,
generations have passed since tn,
manor changed hands, and the Cav
estons, though sorelv pressed at first
have prospered fairly, the presen
holder of the title being rising bar
rister. Marsdeps have lived an,
died too, and the family is not ex
tinct'; but a blight seemed to bav
come over them with the acquisitio,
of Gayeeton, and the only one re
manning is the present heiress Of tn,
estates. :Adeline Marsden, who comes
Of age just as this story begins,
It must be noted that no commu
nication whatever had taken place be
! tween the two families since Jiu
! Marsden ruined the luckless ST
Hugh. The Gavestons naturally fe]
it very bitterly, and, indeed, their n
sentiment seemed only to intensity
instead of softening, with the laps
Of time. Furious at first, their rag
against those who had ousted ther
4 seemed to be kept at a white heat 6
each member of the family arrive
at an age to understand how yea,
ago the gambling Sir Hugh ha
played away the estates. In no Ga,
eston had this bitter feeling ofresent
ment been stronger than it was
the present baronet. Sir Phili1
Gaveston, for there had been no MOI
Hughs in the family after the deaf
of the gamblers son, was an intens
ly proud man, who greatly value
wealth and position, and chafed il
, wardly at having the title, with n
lands to uphold it. He nursed, i,
deed, q feeling Of wrath and ange
against the Marsdens which was mo-
like that Of a man possessed of
vendetta than of nineteenth cent,
fIry Englishman. who was partic,
; lar about the cut of his trowsers an
was a member of Brookes's. HI
usually calm and impassiye. fac
, would flush when the subject ".
!. discussed, and an evil look come int
!, his eyes; and, could he ever ha,
faced the ancestor who had robbie
} him Of his birthright, I think o.
Sir Hugh, wild and reckless as
was, would have been silenced. Ar
Philip Gaveston seemed to take e,
D cry means to fan this flame of pa
; sionate resentment, though, Of cours
E it was utterly useless, and must hav
' been painful to himself He ".
t constantly at Scaburn, where ever
;, step he took reminded him of Il
: wrong. He was fond Of wanderir
: about the woods which clothed IL
. long ravine, though nothing coul
t ever induce him to enter the Cou,
) even when it was at one time tenau
ed by some friends. His father,
was said, had cherished wild ho]
of one dAy being rich enough to bl
back the estate; but even if he h.
acquired enormous wealth, it wou
probably have been beyond his NEAR
for the rise of seaburn as q w.terin
place had made the land increa
, greatly in value. The larger part