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TTOME AND FA RM M AGAZINE SECTTON
By
George Birr
McCutcheon
HOME AND FARM MAGAZINE SECTION SERIAL.
Copyright, 1918,
By Geo. Barr
McCutcheon.
A Fool and His Money
Mrs. Kiley-Werkheimer had dropped in the good and bad Rnthhoefens in those I Of course, I concluded, she was lying
<S> the excitement, and he informed Mr. olden days—a red-tiled, gloomy city | on a couch of some description, with her
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sy n o psis or p r e v io u s
<j>
Poopendyke that the whole party was that stood as a monument to long dead head in tho windows. That was quite
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.?n to a dreamer. And perhaps
<•/
In the opening inbtalliucnts of “ A, <$> leaving at four for Dresden. I asked ambitions. A peaceful, quiet town that cit-a.,
<$> Foot and Ilia M uney," Geo Barr Me
<•» particular about the young man, sir, had survived its parlous centuries of she was reading a novel while the sun
<•? Cutch e o n 's <*harining novel, aerial <§> and he said they had the doctor in to
lust and greed, and would go on living shone. My fancy went to the remotest
<•> rights for which have been sp ecially <•>
treat his stomach, sir, immediately to tho end of time.
ends of probability—she might even ba
<•> obtained for the Horae and Farm
<•» M uguiiue Section, we learn of John <•> after they got back to the hotel.’’
So hero I Bat me down, almost at rtading one of mine!
<®> Bellam y Smart, the young man who <j>
“ His stomach! But I distinctly tho top of my fancy, to wonder if it
What a glorious, appealing, sensuous
is tellin g this story. He has ju st <$>
were not folly as well!
<•» w ritten his first novel, and at the '•> struck him on the verso.’’
thing a crown of hair—but just then
“ I know, sir; but it seems that he
Above me soared huge white-bellied Mr. Poopendyke camo to my window.
<•> same tim e has fallen h eir to an ini
<£>
<•? men.se fortune left him by hia uncle. <g> swallowed his cigarette.’’
birds, cousins germain to my dreams,
“ May I interrupt you for a moment,
<•» He is 35 years of age.
<g>
To my shame, I joined Britton in a but alas! infinitely more sensible in
A fter a v isit to London, Sm art <£»
Mr. Sm art!’ ’ he inquired, as he squint
roar
of
laughter.
Afterwards
I
recall
that they roamed for a more sustain
<?> tukea a trip on the R iver Danube. <•»
ed at me through his ugly bone-rimmed
A fter fin diug an old world town, he
ed, with something of a shock, that it ing nourishment than the so-called food
glasses.
<y d iscovers an ancient castle which he
was tho first time I had ever heard my for thought.
purchases from its owner, the Count. 4>
“ Come here, Poopendyke.’’ I com
valet
laugh
aloud.
He
appeared
to
be
I
looked
backward
to
the
tender
years
<•> W ith his secretary, Poopendyke, he >♦>
takes possession of the imm ense -•> in some distress over it himself, for he when my valiant young heart kept pace manded in low, excited tones. He hesi
structure, which is supposed to be ■$> tried to turn it off into a violent fit of with a fertile brain in its swiftest tated. “ You w on’t fall o ff,’’ I said
<•> tenanted only by the carotaker and
coughing. He is such a faithful, exem flights, and pinched myself to make sharply.
<•> his fam ily, the Schm icks. To S m art’s
Although the window is at least nine
<•» amazement, tho first night, he hears <•> plary servant that I made haste to sure that this was not all imagination.
the cry of a baby.
<£> pound him on tho back, fearing the Was I really living in a feudal castle feet high, Poopendyke stooped as he
<S>
Looking otu at a baloony one night <•> worst. I could not get on at all with with romance shadowing m ■ at every came through. He always does it, no
<* Sm art sees the w hite figu re o f a <•>
out Britton. He promptly recovered.
step! Was this I, the dreamer of matter how tall the door. It is a life
<?> woman silhouetted. He im m ediately
<S> begins a hunt for Schm ick. the care
<$>
“ I beg pardon, sir,’’ said he. “ Will twenty years ago! Or was I the last of long habit with him. Have I mentioned
<•» taker, to solve the m ystery of who
you have your shave and tub now, the Rothhoefens and not John Bellamy that my worthy secretary is six feet
<§> the
woman
may be.
W ith
the
•>
s ir ! ’’
Smart, of Madison Avenue, New York! four, and as thin as a reed! I remem
«»» Hchmicks be endeavors to break down ;•>
The sun shone full upon me as T sat ber speaking of his knees. He is also
Later on, somewhat refreshed and
<$> a heavily barred door into that sec- <$>
<?> lion o fthe castle, hut fa ils. Smart
relieved, I made my way to the little there in my little balcony, but I liked a bachelor.
learns that souvenir hunters from <$>
balcony, first having issued numerous tho dry, warm glare of it. To be per
“ It is a dreadful distance down
<•> New York are dem anding to buy the
•»
castle heirloom s.
Sm art’s visitors <§» orders and directions to the still stupe fectly frank, the castle was a bit damp. there,’’ he murmured, flattening him
<5> demand h buy the c u riosities of the
fied Hchmicks, chief among which was I had had a pain in the back of my self against the wall and dosing his
caslhi a ’» i ugh he assures them tim e $> an inflexible command to keep the neck for two whole days. The sooner
eyes.
<i> and time .ga"i they are not on sale.
$>
<$• They thint, ho is holding out for a <$> gates locked against all comers. The I got at my novel and finished it up
A pair of slim white hands at that
<g* higher pri» j.
’ ho would bo buyers
sun was shining brightly over the the better, I reflected. Then I eonld
<♦* are insuhiLg, and are roughly eject- vj western hills, and the sky was clear go off to the baths somewhere. But instant indolently readjusted the thick
mass of hair and quite as casually dis
<b ed from the castle. T he story con- <$>
<♦» tinuea.
a and blue. The hour was five I fonnd would I ever settle down to work! appeared. 1 failed to hear Mr. Poope»
Would
the
plumbers
ever
get
off
the
on
consulting
my
wateh.
Naturally
my
♦
»
dyke’s remark.
first impulse was to glance up at the plnce! (They were the ones I seemed
“ I think, sir,” he proceeded, “ it
i t * HIM IS MOHT DIBTKK8H1NU, still loftier balcony in the east wing. to suspect the most.)
Suddenly, as I sat there ruminating, would be a very good idea to get soma
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most distressing, Mr.-—Mr— It was empty. There was nothing in
of our correspondence o ff our hands. A
ahem! I ’ve never been so out the grim, formidable prospect to war I became acutely aware of something great deal of it has accumulated in tha
raged in my life. I -but, w ait!1’ Ho rant thp impression that any one dwelt white on the ledge of the topmost win
past few weeks. I wish to say that I
had caught the snap in my atavistic behind those dismantled windows, and dow in the eastern tower. Even as I
am quite ready to attend to it wherw
fixed
my
gaze
upon
it,
something
trans
I
experienced
the
vague
feeling
that
eye. ‘ ' 1 am not seeking trouble.
ever— ”
We will go. sir. I—I—I—I think my perhaps it had been a dream after all. pired. A cloud of soft, wavy, luxuri
“ Time enough for letters,” said I,
Par below at the foot of the shaggv ous brown hair eclipsed the narrow
wife has quite recovered. Are—are you
cliff ran the historic Donau, serene and white strip and hung with spreading still staring.
(To Be Continued.)
all right, my dear!"
muddy, all rhythmic testimonials to the splendor over the casement ledge, plain
I stood aside and let them file past
ly, indubitably to dry in the sun.
me.
Mrs. Kiley Werkheimer moved contrary. With something of a shud
Going East or Coming West we can
My neighbor had washed her hair!
der
I
computed
the
distance
from
my
very nimbly for one who had just been
And it was really a most wonderful
eerie
perch
to
the
rocks
at
the
bottom
Save yon Money
revived by smelling salts. As her hua
of the cliff. Five hundred feet, at head of hair. I can't remember ever
band went by, he half halted in front
least; an impregnable wall of nature having seen anything like it, except in R E D U C E D R A T E S on HousehoM
of me. A curious glitter leaped into his
Goods. P ianos. A utos, ete. CONSOLIDATED
surmounted
by a now rank and obsolete the advertisements.
fishy eyes.
CAB SE R V IC E , insuring prompt deU vsrlsa
For a long time I sat there trying and
obstruction built bv the hand of man;
careful handling.
“ I ’d give a thousand dollars to be
a fortress that defied the legions of to pierce the blackness of the room be
free to do what you did to that in
R
ates
old but today would afford no more yond the window with my straining request. and Inform ation gladly supplied upon
sufferable poppy, M r.-M r.—ahem. A
than brief and even desultory target eyes, deeply sensitive to a curiosity that
cool thonsand. damn him !”
pratiee for a smart battery. To scale had as its basic force the very natural
1 had my eoffee upstairs, far removed
Pacific Coast Forwarding
the cliff, however, would be an impos anxiety to know what disposition sho
from the onions. A racking headache
sibilitv for the most resourceful general had made of the rest of her person in
Company
net in. Never again will I go without
in the world. All about me were tur order to obtain this rather startling
siy coffee so long. It always gives me
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rets and minarets, defeated by the an effect.
a header he.
cient and implacable foe—Time. Shat
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tired rrests of towers hung above me,
CHAPTER 111.
grey and forbidding, ye* without men
I Converse With a Mystery.
ace save in their senile prerogative to
ATE in the afternoon, I opencil my collapse without warning. Tiny win
door, hoping that the banging of dows marked the face of my still sturdy
hammers and the burs of industry walls, like so many pits left by smali
Would huvi ceased, hut alas’ the noise pox. and from these in the good old
was even more deafening than before. feudal days a hundred marksmen had
1 was still in a state of nerves over thrust their thundenns blunderbusses
the events 01 the morni ig. There had to clear the rivpr of vain glorious foes.
been a most distressing lack of poise From the scalloped bastions crossbow
on mv part, and I eouldn t help feeling m e n of even darker ages hail shot their
after it was all over that my sense of random bolts; while in the niches of
humor had received a shock from which lower walls futile pikemen waited for
it was i.ot likely to reeover in a long the impossible to happen—the sealing
time There wss but little consolation of the cliff!
in the reflection that my irritating
Friend and foe alike came to the
visitors deserved something in the back door of Schloss Rothhoefen, and
sha|>e of a rebuff; 1 could rot separate there found welcome or stubborn ob
something myself from the conviction stacles tha» laughed at time and lock
that integrity as a gentleman had suf smiths; monstrous gates that still were
fered in a mistaken conflict with enough to defy a mighty force. There
humor. My headache, I think, was due was my great rtone paved courtyard,
in a large n asure to the sickening fear flanked on all sides bv disintegrating
that I had made a fool of myself, not buildings once occupied by serfs and
withstanding my efforts to make fools fighting men: the stables in whirh
of them My day was spoilt. My plans chargers and beasts of burden had slept
were upset and awry.
side by side until called by the night's
Espying Britton in the gloomy eorri work or the day's work, as war or
dor. 1 shouted to him, and he camo at peaes prescribed, ranged close by the
onea
gates that opened upon the steep, wind
Britton,
said I, as he closed the ing roadway that now dismayed all
door, “ do yon think they will carry out modern steeds save the conquering ass.
their threat to have the law on met Here too were tho remains of a once
Mr. Roeksworth was very angry—and noble garden, and here were the
put ont He is n power, as you know ” granaries and the storehouses.
“ I think you are quite safe, sir,”
Far below me were the dungeons,
■kid ha “ I ’ve been waiting outside with dead men '* hones on their dripping
•inee two o clock to tell y«.u some floors; and somewhere in the heart of
thing, sir, but hated to disturb you the peak were secret, unknown pas
sages, long since closed by tumbling
“ Thank yon, Britton, my head w a s rocks and earth, as darkly mysterious
■chuig dreadfully. ”
aa the streets la the buried cities of
“ Y e s, sir. Quite so. Shortly before Egypt
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Across the river and below me stood
helcl came ever to recover a gold purse the walled ia town that paid tribute to
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