By" George Munson.
(Copyrighbby W. G. Chapman.)
The State'fnsane asylum at
Pottsfield "wlp a model institu
tion. It representedlhejast word
that had beep uttered upon the
subject of the'mentally deranged.
Although xth .rooms for violent
patients wfere barred and seemed
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Stared at the Other in Amaze
ment. ,by double doors, they were splen
ididly furnished, while for those
nvho were harmless there was lit
itlc or norestriction inside the spa
cious grounds. In fact, when it
jcelebrated its fifth anniversary
by a garden party, the governor,
;the mayor a'nd a score of distin
guished guests, walked freely
Iwithin the walls, investigating,
talking with keepers and in-'
mates, penetrating into every
nook and cranny. There was no
skeleton in the Pottsfield asylum,
nor any blemish to be concealed.
Thus it happened that two men
met in one of the spacious cor
ridors, and, made friendly by the
festival occasion and the dinner,
at which visitors, guards and pa-'
tients had sat down together, en
tered into conversation.
"This is a beautiful place," said
the elder, a dignified gentleman
wearing a frock coat and carrying
a silk hat in his hand. "Though
I am mainly responsible for its
having been created, I confess
that I am astonished at the pec-'
fection of all the details."
The other shot a keen glance at
him. "You were responsible,
sir?" he asked.
"Yes," said the other. "I am
Governor Pike, you know."
"I'm very pleased to make your
acquaintance, governor," said the
other, grasping" the speaker's
hand warmly. "I was late for the
dinner or I should have met you
before. I am the mayor of Potts
field Arthur Jenkinson Grubbe." -
The first man retreated a step.
"Indeed, Mr. Mayor? I am de
lighted to meet you, even here,"
he said, with a forced smile.
"Shall we go outside?"
"I'd prefer to show you some
thing of our arrangement first,
governor," the other .responded.
Won't you walk ahead of me?. I
know this institution pretty well,
seeing that I laid the ioundaf ion
stone during my first term of office."
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