The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-07-12

rows 1t occurred TO MIN uhat there is a
good deal of happiness to be got out of
existence if only a man will go the
right way to work to get it.
He glanced about him with an eye
Of sober delight The surrounding
landscape was precisely that which had
always formed the background of his
dreams when, at night time, in his lone
Canadian ranch, the current of his
thoughts had involuntarily set home
ward. The harvest moon was just ap-
pearing above the horizon line, the
segment that was already visible show
ing reddish through the autunlnal mist,
which gave the charm of nebulosity
to the wide sweep of stubble land. AS
he remembered it as a boy, as he had
dreamed of it as a man, SO the picture
remained, true down to the smallest of
it's details, even to the wisps of straw
caught by the projecting forks in the
hedgerow when the corn laden vain
had passed
1t was in such a setting that he had
always thought of her. Indeed, the
landscape without her would, for Leon
ard Cawthorn's eyes, at least, have lost
more than half it's charm.
Presently the corn lands ceased, and
tHe Idilt, DfoddeIllHBz out, Tt1i ny lfle
side of undulating meadows to the
village of Nethercote, lying in the val
ley below. He was about to take the
short cut he was accustomed to
through the fields, where his eye met
the following menace on a notice
board: 'Trespassers will be prosecut-
ed. By order, Mark Cawthorn.''
For the moment he forgot the sting
ing injustice which those few words
Ir11va In1 f1,A oil IL
right of way which had existed for
generations. His indignation was
swallowed up by the strange emotion
which filled his mind at seeing once
more his StepbrotherS name
Mark had evidently extended his pos
sessions. Their fathers farm lands
had terminated a good quarter of a
mile lower down in the direction Of the
village. Surprise at his ha1fbrother's
success was the last thing he would
feel, for he knew we'll enough that, al
though Mark lacked the large magma
ton lowered with which a man may
grasp the skirts of Fortune in the
open daylight with a strong hand and
an intrepid bearing, he had neyerthe-
less all the smaller faculties which
bring wealth in a slow but steady
stream The love of money for it's own
sake, its acquisition by all means re-
handling of it when acauired-such
traits made up the strength of Mark
,CaWthorn's character and its weakness
Along, fiat wagon, on which his
sstepbrother's name was painted, came
ruflbHng down the lane. The WAGNER
as he passed wished the stranger good
night
Leonard Cawthorn returned the
mans greeting and then asked, 'sHow
tanp ic y, I.
rive year and more, sir" came the
reply.
who stopped it?"
Master O. course" the man replied,
Jerking his whip at the name board of
the wagon.
But what did the village do?" asked
Leonard, surprised.
lot, but did nowt. What
could us do agen a man like Mr.. Cav
thorn? What could anybody dog'
: Leonard walked away with a CHEEKY
good night to the WAGNER. The story
OF his brothers meanness was not pleas
ant to his ears.
s Nethercote Farm lay back from the
roadway, just at the edge of the village.
AS Leonard walked up the path which led
to the house. troop of early memories
crowded in upon him. Some of them were
not particularly pleasant for the injus-
tice which Mark had done him was clear
and palpable. He had a clear right to
share of the property after their fathers
death, but Mark seized everything with
that grasping. nature of his and soon
made it plain to Leonard that his room in
Nethercote would be preferable to his
company. Feeling this like sensitive
man he had resolved to emigrate, and this
resolve was industriously fed by Mark,
who lent him G150 to start ranch life in
Canada. Fortune had smiled so pleasant
10 aa,1f Of hot
sum was. now, after fifteen years. quite
an easy matter.
He knocked at the door. which was
presently opened by round shouldered
figure of a man who with one hand held
aloft small metal lamp. and with the
other shaded his eyes and peered at the
stranger.
''Well, Mark! You'll hardly know me- I
guess?"
The hand which held up the lamp was
thrust forward at Leonard. and the keen
look of inquiry in Mark Cawthorn's eyes
deepened. AT length he withdrew his out
stretched hand and muttered ooh. it's
you. is it? You'd best come in
Leonard held out his hand and his step
brother took it lf-heartedly Either
Mark Cawthorn had no fraternal feeling
to exhibit or he was an expert in the art
of concealing it.
He led the way into the farm parlor. a
illumination of which the glimmer of the
little lamp was absurdly Inadequate The
passion for economy which Mark had dis
played from very early age had evil
IDENTIFY Increased with time Leonard took
chair facing his brother and leaned his
arm on round deal table ridiculouslv
small TO serve as a centerpiece of so large
an apartment. Although he felt acute1v
nus pfothers frfgid reception. he tried his
hardest to be cheerful. no
wen. Mark he said. "how'ye things
gone with You all these years?,
Mark Wrinkled brows contra ted as
gazing at his brother through half closed
eyeilds, he replied: Not over erand.,'
Leonard laughed 'sWhy. the farms
twice the size it used to be.''
On, you've noticed that. have vo,,o
HOW long have you been here then?,
Just arrived at Nethercote. I landed
at Liverpool only yesterday
mat accounts for your knowing so
much. retorted Mark. sarcasticalIv.
Don't judge by appearances. The bigger
mans farm the greater his ruin; that's
the rule in England today ] just manage
to rub along, that's all He paused. per
maps exhausted by the long speech. for
Mark was as sparing of his words. as he
was OF his money. "But you'll suppose
you've made your fortune?"
mot exactly that Leonard replieG i'm
friendly tone, but I've nothing much
to complain about There's more room for
the farming man in our country. YOU see"
He gave the impression of trying to set
the success which he had achieved to the
credit OF circumstances rather than to his
own endeavors.
And of course yOllr lands much hiooay.