Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1927-06-02
THE STORY

CHAPTER I.-With a stranger, whom
ter, Claude Melnotte Dabbs returns
from New York to his general grocery
at Peace Valley, Pa. To Aunt Lyddy,
his housekeeper, he explains that Car
ter Is chance acquaintance, veteran
of the World war, whom he had met
and taken a liking to.
CONTINUED from last week)
"This is amazing" Ned said. Next
house?"
THAT'S the show place. M. Adolf
phus Mannheim, the East side MIL
lionaire who married settlement
worker, lives there. He's good pro-
wider and a nice fellow, If there ever
was one. He's also got some excuse
for talking kinda wild. Seems before
he made his millions in a chain OF
stores over here, his family were Rus
sian Jews and had what he calls
~pogroms' happen to them. A pogrom
seems to be some sort of excuse Tor
raging round at things in general.
"But Mrs. Mannheim, why, she sorta
forgets. Some of us knew her as LIZ
zie Harrigan, a school-teacher at Eel
dow's Corners twenty miles away.
Lizzie always was a restless spirit,
and she made strike for freedom
and the city. She's got Mannheim
flattered to death and fooled, but she
can't fool Peace Valley. Leaves her
big automobile around the corner, and
in a plain shirtwaist and skirt and
sad smile tries to stir up the girls at
Rrh RIGHTS
They chew their gum and laugh at
her. Fellows Corners amt so far
but some of us have heard of Lizzie
Harrigan's rich marriage. She got
hint of that last time she tried to
make q strike leader of herself and
found she was the whole strike. She's
all for plain living and high thinking
and look where she lives Five maids,
"a cook and a chauffeur. And clothes
Lizzie struck luck when she married
Mannheim"
81 know Mrs. Mannheim" Ned said,
to Dabbs' complete establishment, and
Ned's voice was hard. ''rd rather go
to her kitchen door with groceries any
day, than to her front door. Who
started this blot on the landscape?"
Dabbs visibly started. He shot a
quick glance at Ned, but the younger
man did not notice the look.
isn't blot on the landscape a lit
tie strong?" he inquired anxiously.
<'You see I'm the agent for the man
who bought the land cheap, and
thought it'd make a good investment
as an exclusive residence place. He
had a good architect come down here,
who was crazy about remodeling old
houses, and soon Mr. Mannheim and
a man called Green got interested,
and they brought the rest here"
81 suppose" Ned began refectively,
as though he had scarcely been lis
tening, "that Mrs. Mannheim thought
she could get together set of her
own down here, and drag Mannheim
away from his friends"
Don't know" Dabbs answered, q
trifle bewildered at Ned's intimate
knowledge Of these people. That's
Green's house over there, among the
trees, where we're going next. Green's
q character. He can talk white into
looking black and the other way round.
He was a professor, of something or
other, in some college. He's In Rus
STA now"
"Who has the house now?"
Don't just know. 1t was rented
by the New York agency when I was
away. I didn't see the name Sims
put on the order, so I can't tell you
whether it's money or just views, but
should think it would be money and
views Sometimes, you know, regu-
lar family, just looking for peace and
quiet, land here. But it's generally
one of the same"
He paused. Jimmy! I've never
talked so much to any one before. OF
course being agent for the property
I have to keep my mouth shut. But
what would you do? Turn them out?
Aren't they safer here than in some
other place? Peace Valleys slow
moving"
He looked appealingly at Ned, for
evidently that "blot on the landscape"
ranked.
Ned said nothing. He was frown-
ing, staring straight ahead Of him,
seeing nothing. Dabbs, glancing at
him, puzzled. explained further: "Of
course. I've only given you my idea
of them. I'd not set you against
them, for anything. In fact, they
might amuse you"
''They wouldn't" Ned interrupted
vehemently. 81 don't want to know
them"
The wagon gave final lurch as
they turned the corner near the Mann
helms back gateway. A slender
blonde girl came through the wrought
iron gates at breakneck speed.
pulled along by an Infatuated young
collie on a leash Neither the girl
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