Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-10-31
MAGAZINE SECTION1
Evening Stars
Daily Story
CARETAKERS
BY cLARIssA SIAoKIE.

against the guardian rocks of the
breakwater outside.
The numerous windows were closely
suffered, all save those of the west
wing, where lived the caretaker and
his wife and daughter. Gabriel Lynn
was dead, and now he rested in the
splendid mausoleum in the graveyard
overlooking the sea.
Fern Dexter leaned against a pillar
of the west portico and pulled at an
invading branch OF crimson roses.
Her thoughtful gray eyes We're fixed
on the horizon line and a little frown
was indented above her nose.
Mrs. Dexter, in a deep basket chair
near by, looked up from her sewing
with an inquiring smile. MY dear,
I am afraid you are worrying about
the plans of our new landlord; II
Mr.. Lynns nephew and heir wishes
to tear down this beautiful place and
transport the most precious parts to
another location and build home
elsewhere--we cannot hinder him.
And to fret over the inevitable is not
like my sunny hearted GIRL
Fern smiled over her graceful Shout
der, but her tone was serious. Il
am not fretting, mother, for now
in this hracing sea air and can re-
turn to his desk in Acker's. ii does
not matter whether Lynn House
needs a caretaker or not-only, it
does seem SO wretchedly mean of
young Mr. Lynn to overlook every
thing that his uncle put into this
house. What il meant To the old
man. IL could shake him for his
stupidity" Fern turned away and
livybffxy dawn tho q iona stems, tbnf
led TO the white beach below.
Mrs. Dexter was still frowning ma
ternal disapproval of her daughters
ifnpetuosity when through the long
window behind her, there stepped a
young man, eager-eyed and in q state
of suppre sed excitement.
"Ah. Mr.. Lynn" said the little lady
with a charming smile; won't you
sit down and let Nora bring you
something's cup OF tear
mo, thank you, Mrs. Dexter said
Gabriel Lynn, his eyes following q
pink linen frock that skinned the
beach below. MY train leaves at
1:20-and | believe I'll take a stroll
along shore before / go Mr.. Dexter
and / have tran acted so much bust
ness tk,t my head is quite befud-
died"
With laughing nod he, too, ran
doNn Tue EltpS otto MIS-. 1SAlII
watched him as he gained the beach
and turned in the direction taken by
her daughter.
II wonder if he heard what Fern
said she murmured as she resumed
her sewing.
At that moment the new master OF
Lynn House had caught up with the
pink linen frock Fern turned at the
sound of his step and he was startled
nj Ian 1aaIr 10 ii l.a.
eyes.
Gabriel Lynn was not accustomed
to being disliked by fair ladies'. His
own friendly glace hardened and he
spoke brusquely.
u must beg your pardone for fol-
lowing you, Miss Dexter. but could
not help overhearing what you said
TO your mother Please tell me what
II was that my uncle put into this
house that should not be disturbed
for / do not know
The girl looked at him with won
dering eyes. Then she made room
for him on the rock beside her.
IT will tell YOU" she said simply.
''Youf uncle often spoke about his
past life and pointed with evident
pride to what he had accomplished
nnaided and we know-my parents
and myself--What Lynn House meant
his unselhshness to leave 1T all to
You without restriction" 80
please tell me- he repeated pa
tiently. you know that for many
years l served in the Philippines and
scarcely knew my Uncle Gabriel, al
though he and / were the last of the
Lynns."
"AIr. Gabriel Lynn, as you know,
began life in this little fishing village
fto en- ne NnItTs
father was brilliant scholar and
soon left Seahurst for the metropolis.
Your Uncle Gabriel, younger, and
fred by a great ambition to lift his
family from the obscurity of poverty,
worked his way upward little by lit
lie until after forty years. he had
amassed a great fortune Then he
built this mansion on the site OF his
fathers cottage--and so deep and
tender were his sentiments that his
private sitting room contains much
af the furniture of the cottage in
which he spent his boyhood. His
fathers armchair. his mothers sew
ing rocker and many family keep
sakes are there. In spite of his great
wealth and his many friends he was
4 very lonely man. This house-in
itself monument TO his family, built
in this isolated fishing village, CON
tains much that is not visible; yet, If
you tear It down. as my father saws
You intend to do, and use the most
valuable parts in the construction OF
your new summer home in more
fashionable resort, you will be de-
stloying more than mere bricks and
mortar"
Gabriel Lynn looked into her eyes
and hung his head. az am afraid
that ] gave little thought to that side
OF the question:" he confessed. II
always thought of my uncle as a
stern, self-centred, repressed man,
who cared for little else than money"
Before you go home visit his prl-
yate sitting-room on the second floor
If YOU would better understand Mr.
Lynn urged the girl. Then, then,
you will strive to make Lynn House
into a permanent monument to the
memory of a generous hearted, lonely
man. Situated as it is, would it not
make a wonderfully beautiful home
for tired working people? Leave the
mahogany doors. and the Italian mar
BILE mantelpieces, and the lovely gar
den. Poor people crave such beauties
and
Gabriel Lynn put out a protesting
hand.
81 am ashamed-and l thank you,
Miss Dexter I am going now TO visit
my uncle's room and become ac-
quainted with him" He held out his
hand.
When he had gone she sat there
with a deep pink dyeing her cheeks.
What impertinence from the care
takers daughter" she laughed
shakily. II am very much afraid II
father had not already resigned that
we would all be. driven from this
Edeny
A half hour later she saw him