Arizona republican., 1908-10-09

+posed to have been named, who is re- puted to have protected his domain from marauding sea robbers by casting
 a mist about the shores which made it invisible. Wether Mannanan ever ex-
 isted or not the part about the mist is easy to believe. for the Irish sea, as | our amiable stewardess informed us,
 is "a reg'lar fright for fogs"
 There is no doubt that every great
 author ought to live in an unusual lplace like this to be appreciated. As
 we drove along the road toward Peel
 in the westerly part of the Island when Mans chief celebrity resides somebody remarked that if aan Caine lived on Fifth avenue-as no doubt he could af- | ford to do since it is said that he earns $5O,OOO a year from his books and plays-random tourists like ourselves would never think of visiting him. But, 1 because he lives in this out of the way corner of tie world, we, and no doubt hundreds of other inquisitive Ameri- cans assume the right to tramole on | his lawn and invaded his house and ask him all sorts of pointed questions. 1 Then, too. this rocky isle standing 1 in its loneliness so wholly separate l from the rest Of the world, seems far more fit as a setting for literary geni- us than Fifth avenue ever could. On ! the way over we had been reading the authors reminiscence of his early days in a newly arrived copy of Appleton's magazine and as we drove along the road we fancied him as he had pie tured himself, riding along this same highroad to market in a jolting butch CTS cart and passing unnoticed, but
 not unnoticing, under the very gates of the castle which is now his home.
 Our driver, who had brogue so de- lightfully Irish that it might have be- lonSed to a Broadway policeman, call ed our attention to various sights of local interest as we climbed the long slope of the range of hills that divides the Island from north to south. As we neared the summit he pulled in his horses and waving his whip toward the wooded slope that led upward to our right said: There it is, ladies and sirs"
 We all craned our necks expectant- ly, but all we saw was the summit of a green tower peeping over the tree tops surmounted by a slim flagstaff. It looked as though it were hiding among the trcetops, just as the little villages and farmsteads had seemed to hide among the hills, and it was only when we questioned the driver further that we realized that we had arrived at Greeba Castle, the home of Hall Caine.
 A group of big brakes, locally known as char-a- bancs, which convey sight seers over the ManX hills, were dis charging their loads of passengers at the foot of the avenue leading up to the castle. The "tippers' had the blooming complexions and ill-made clothes that designate the middle-c class Britton of either sex. Whatever may be the local standing of prophets it was evident that eminent novelists are not without honor in their own countries. The whole crowd strCamed up the ave nue to the castle, but while the Eng fish sightseers contented themselves with gazing at the ivy-covered walls and trim hedges and shouting under the authors windows like a lot of un- trained freshmen giving their college yell. we made boldly for the doorway of the broad hall and despatched the precious letter of introduction.
 Almost immediately the novelist ap-