The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1914-01-08

fine MESS OF THINGS
BY o. r. BARTON.


field-familiar yet new to the recently
graduated. European-fnished young
woman who was the actual owner OF
these broad acres and stately house.
The last time she had played here,
on orphan of fourteen, her GRANDPA.
Their had watched her proudly from his
chair on the terrace. Now he was
gone and the place was hers. She felt
very lonely.
At last she turned toward the creek.
She wanted some quiet place to think
and plan for the future. 1t had been
all old habit Of hers to carry her trou'
bles to the little glen where she could
sit under the old tree and think.
Suddenly the sound of chopping
came over the field. Mary lifted her
head. Clear, regular strokes sound
ed from the direction of the creek.
She paused an instant listening intent
ly; then she hurried on, frowning. She
knew of no change in the law that the
gardeners had always respected. The
glen with its curving brooks and oak
trees, the big fat rock and millions OF
violets was sacred 20 her. II had al.
ways been hers since the days her
nurse. had stripped off the little Slip
pers and socks and let her dabble her
pink toes in the water. Surely every
one knew that!
Yet some one was in her glen now
with an ax-and using it. She flew to
ward an open space in the low willow
bushes where the old path used to be
but stopped with startled cry. An.
other step would have dropped her ten
feet into a rushing current of muddy
water. With dazed eyes Mary looked
around her. This brown stream with
straight steep banks had never been
there before Further over her be.
loved old brook still splashed and bub-
bled over the stones. Near 1t was a
man with an Ak
You'd better keep away there" he
shouted THE rain washed away five
feet more last night! Watch OUT" he
called sharply as Mary didn't move
and several loose stones dropped into
vaguely that something was wrong
and that he was in some way to blame,
he dropped the ak and lifted his cap
moving toward the girl so high above
him on the other side of the creek.
What do you mean by choppine
down one of my trees? You must GO
away at once"
He moved uneasily yet appeared un.
able to explain Immediately just why
it had happened. Surprise and amuse.
ment shone in his eyes. Mary's fash
ed in righteous anger Such iIpudence
was ntolerable! Cant you talk?
Who are you? You are evidently not
one Of our own men or you would
know better than to touch my trees.
You are trespassing. and | warn you
now to go away Immediately. Why, ]
do believe you were actually chopping
at my playhouse tree!"
IF you please, miss, | guess you
haven't been here long and don't know
about all the place yet. I'm not tres.
passing. neither do | work for the
place youueI ne Houueu loWdf u
Mary's estate.
Well"
Il work for him." jerking his head
backward toward Lauden Hall, ram,
bling low white house on the crest OF
the opposite hill. Mr. Willard, you
know he just bought the place"
mo. don't know and don't care
He don't buy this. I know that. It's
not for sale. You are on my ground
Those are my trees. The creek divides
the two estates and"
Which creek, miss?"
Mary started Why that one over
there. This one never used to be here.
This must be branch that has got,
ten loose from the old stream and
swelled with the rain. Please tell your
master what | say and that shall be
very much obliged If he lets my trees
alone in the future.
The man lifted his cap again yes,
miss" He picked up his ak and start.
ed to go.
do you think the tree will die?"
she called after him anxiously.
He stopped. Hardly, miss; only
whacked at few OF the roots" The
look of amusement was still In his
eyes. "Mr. Willard intended, miss,
il you care to hear 1t. to clear out this
place and let in the sun. He was talk.
ing, | think. OF making it into a swim.
ming pool-building dam you see and
having the sides and bottom OF marble
aud making it very nice. He likes to
be outdoors most Of the time, they
say Has to be always doing some
thing, and they say too when he takes
a notion to thing he's the very--he's
very set, But | have only Just come
and l don't"
Tell Mr. Willard what | told you,
please" said Mary, white with fury
Bathing pool, indeed"
Mary had planned to make few i'm.
provements on the old house and
grounds before settling down In it. Her
present stay had been limited in pros.
pect until she got things started and
her idea had been to live with some
relatives in town until the work was
done. Instead she now telegraphed
for her entire belongings. including a
widowed aunt, and settled herself to
stay. She was ready for fight. II
was a shameless steal or course he
knew which creek the deed meant!
When her aunt arrived she found
Mary encamped comfortably in large
tent In the ravine and imperyious tn