The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1932-12-01
Marcellus and the
Plutocrat
g by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service
By H. IRVING KING

aged fisherman and a clam-digger,
wrinkled, of solitary life and grabbed
disposition. To him came Mr.. Whit
ney-Blake, one of the "rich folks" from
"up on the hill" Marcellus had been
purveyor of clans to the Whitney
Blake family for years-a sort of fishy
feudal retainer as it were.
"Marcellus," said the plutocrat, 'you
know my daughter. Do you ever see
her down herewith young man
going sailing?"
"Sure," replied Marcellus, comes
down to the boathouse over there
goes off in that catboat-the Glide
moored off the end of the float"
''Whose boat is it,"
"Young man named Bascomb,"
growled MarcelluS.
ut is as l suspected" thought the
father and then: "Marcellus, the next
time you see my daughter and that
young man go out sailing together, go
to the nearest telephone and call me
up. If can catch those two together
will give you five dollars"
"All right" said Marcellus. Over
his heroic food the clam-digger unused
deeply. Then he chuckled.
Mr.. Whitney-Blake was strongly
averse to marriage between his
daughter and Roger Bascomb. Bas-
comb was a newcomer to the COM
munity; had made himself immensely
popular and had been paying decided
attentions to Caroline. The wary IA
Their had investigated and found that
Roger was fond of pleasure, deeply
in debt and might justly be looked
upon as fortune hunter. Having ac-
quired this knowledge he proceeded
to talk to Caroline.
"Why, father" said she, Il haven't
the faintest idea of marrying Roger
Bascomb. 1 like him, of course-who
could help liking such a good-natured,
agreeable fellow?"
Il do wish, Caroline" said the IA
Their, that, out of your many suitors,
you would pick one of whom l could
approve. There is Cyril Patterson, for
instance"
"Oh, Cyril is well enough" laughed
Caroline. 81 am afraid it's the Pat
tersOn money you are thinking of, pa
pa, more than of Cyril himself"
Mr.. Whitney-Blake, big business
deal engaging his attention, relaxed
his supervision of Carolne's love af-
fairs. Then one day he received
jolt. He had been out to Denver look
ing after one of his many investments
and as he got off the train he met
Mandy Budlong just getting on.
"Ah, Mr.. Blake" cried Mandy,
"'bout time you got home. You'll be
just in time for the wedding. Carrie
goes out sailing most every afternoon
now, and they do say"
"All aboard" shouted the impatient
conductor and, with firm hand, hus-
tied the garrulous Mandy up the car
steps.
Mr. Whitney-Blake thought rapidly
for a full minute. Then he walked
down to the shore, which was near
the station, made his way to the shan
ty of Marcellus and had the interview
described above. When he reached
home Caroline greeted her father as
dutiful and loving daughter should.
An hour or so after luncheon, while
Mr.. WhitneyBlake being busy with
papers in his library, Caroline got in
to her runabout and drove out of the
grounds. 1t might have been an hour
or so later when the telephone bell
rang and the voice of Marcellus said:
They've gone out sailing again. Ex-
pect 'em back about five" At five the
wrathful parent was on the beach.
But the wind had fallen and it was
growing dusk before he saw the Glide
come slowly in and pick up her moor
ings.
In the half light he could see that
the catboat's crew consisted of Il young
man and young woman. I've got
'em," he thought. They entered the
dingy and rowed ashore. Mr.. Whit
ney-Blake was on the landing stage
to receive them.
"Why, father" cried Caroline. you
here? Cyril and have had delight
full sail"
Good evening, sir" said the CHEEKY
voice of Cyril Patterson. Glad to see
you back. May l come up to the
house? j have something important l
want to say to you regarding-er-er
Caroline"
Certainly" replied Mr.. Whitney
Blake blandly.
Hi hi !" came the voice of Marcel
lus as the trio moved off.
Excuse me second" said Whitney
Blake and turned back.
where's that five dollars?" asked
the fisherman.
Five dollars!" returned the pluto
crat, "yOu ought to get punch in the
jaw. Thought you told me my daugh-
ter was going out sailing with Roger
Bascomb."
Didn't" replied Marcellus. "Said
twas Bascomb's boat. So it's. Pat
terson's chartered it for the summer
"Why didn't you tell me that?" de-
manded Mr.. WhitneyBlake.
Mr.. Whitney-Blake saw that Caro-
line and Cyril were watching him. He
pulled five dollars out of his pocket
and handed it to the clam-digger.
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