Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-20
BY A. H. g. MITCHELL.
Copyright, 1918, by international News
Service.
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
CHAPTER XXXIV


TILDRED and Gordon completed
IVI their tour Of the mansion.
Everything was on a grand
scale. In a wing extending beyond
the dining and music rooms were the
kitchen. buffers pantry laundry and
servs7t's hall Above these were the
servants sleeping quarters. They
climbed the stairs In the main hall
and peeked into the sleeping rooms
and guest chambers and then as
cended a spiral staircase which led
to turret on top Of the mansion.
Here a sweeping view of the noun
| tain country could be had i'm every
direction. Below them, 10 the West,
we're a series Of formal gardens in
| terraces that led to the same brook
that rushed by Mildreds bungalow.
Beyond the brook lay a valley out Of
which rose, a half-mile from the
| stream, huge hill Of solid granite.
Viewed from the turret, it was an i'm
posing monument
This house and all the outbuildings
were built of granite from that solid
mass Of rock" said Gordon. The
| stone was quarried from the other
side of the hill so that no disfigure-
ment could be seen from the man
| sion"
who did all this and how was it
dono?" exclaimed Mildred, surprised
at all she saw.
Fathers and Sons.
My father planned everything you
| see here" replied Gordon. He was
the architect, builder. landscape gar
dener and all. Quarrymen, masons,
| laborers and workmeR of every de-
scription came down from the North
in trainloads. While they were here
they were housed in shacks and when
they left the shacks were burned. The
Workmen came in relays from the
North. As fast as one set finished its
work another took its place Then
came carloads Of furniture and things
and at last everything was Complet-
ed. | am told it was a very busy
place around here while the work was
going on. My father and mother liv-
ed in a small house which was after
wards torn down. | was born in this
house before IL was fully completed
| And you never went away from
here until you went to Atlanta" ask
ed Mildred
Never went more than fifteen miles
from this house in any direction
Why was that?"
That is what I have wanted TO tell
you for a long time. Let US go down
in the garden by the brook. You will
like II better there, as it is cool and
shady"
They descended the stairs and
walked out through the Italian gar
dens. Everything was so well kept
and cared for that Mildred did not
wonder that a large force Of men was
required on the place. They reached
the edge Of the brook and walked up
its bank beyond the confines of the
garden, to a rustic seat, where Cor
don began his story.
Gordon's Story.
Nearly a hundred years ago. Mil
dTed. my greatgrandfather, darcy
Kelly. came to this country when a
young man and settled in New York
He secured a position in one of the
very few banks in New York and
| before he died he practically owned
the institution. Darcy Kelly laid the
foundation of the Kelly fortune. His
only son, my grandfather. succeeded
10 the business and ne proved to be
one of the ablest financiers of his
time. He was seldom heard of in
! the big deals that followed the Civil
| War, but he figured largely in most
of them, and when he died, about
| forty years ago, he was one Of the
five wealthiest men in the whole coun-
try, though none outside of his own
family suspected It,
He left three sons and my father
was the youngest of the three. NY
father was educated abroad and af-
ter he finished his regular college
career he took special courses in ar
ChiteCture, construction and struct-
ural building. He Travelled extensive
~ abroad. His tastes ran to music
| and the fine arts and he had no in
clinations for the banking business.
His two brothers. my unCles, had long
since entered the institution Of which
my grandfather was the head and had
| developed remarkable traits as finan-
| ciers. One of them went to London
and took charge Of the foreign branch
| of the establishment. while the other
! remained in New York. and after my
! grandfather died he assumed the reius
! Of management. Both my Uncle An
drew, who lives in New York, and my
: Uncle Peter, who lives in London
| have taken occasional trips TO this
! place to see us They are both fine
men.
When my grandfather died he was
! a WiGoWer and his property was
| equally divided between his three
| sons. They decided o. keep the for
| tune intact; that is to say to allow
| it 10 remain in the business and in
! the investments already made Ny
! father having no taste for finances.
allowed his brothers to handle his
1 share as they did their own and I'M
/ der this system it increased and null
tiplied far beyond the needs of my
| father and his family
AS I said. nv father was educated
abroad, and after his studies were
completed he spent considerable time
| in travelling. In Florence he lost his
heart 10 a young woman who after