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AT HOLLY FARM
By Victor Redcliffe.
"It won't do, Reuben. Father says
you need taming down, and he's
going to get you a position in a town
store and see if he can't repress some
of your surplus animal spirit, as he
"That so," retorted stalwart, in
dependent Reuben Marsh. "Well, it
"Then you'll be in the back of his
books when it comes to dividing .up
. "Who cares for his property?"
burst out Reuben. "It's him I care
for. He's a jolly good father, only
I'm too rough and ready to suit him.
That isn't my fault; I was born so."
Yes, "toning down" Reuben Marsh
seemed a difficult task, indeed! He
was an Adonis in form and a pleas
anter face one rarely sees. - Strength
was his main point, however, real
formidable power of frame and mus
cles. He was the strongest young
man by far in the district, he loved
athletic sports, and whenever there
was a scrimmage Reuben and his
firsts got into the thickest of the
He loved the old place as does a
schoolboy a favorite playground, and
he was a famous "boss" among the
help about the big stock farm. His
popularity, however, did not at all
please his aristocratic father. The old
man had come from a wealthy south
ern family. He did not believe in
hard work for himself or his sons.
Two of- the boys had gone through
college and were headed for profes
sional careers. Reuben was no stu
dent. He was a failure in an educa
tional as in a social way, to the view
of his father.
For once in his life old Geoffrey
Marsh was sharp and severe with
Reuben when he called him into a
secret interview in the library.
"I've blocked out your course," he
'said. "I expect you to follow it,"
And Reuben was resolute, and to
his father's way of thnking almost
insolent, as he replied sturdily:
"It can't be done, dad. One week
shut up in a store would kill me. Let
me go to road-making or caring for
the horses, but don't shut me away
"You've heard me!" pronounced
his determined sire definitely. "I'm
trying to make something of you be
sides a stable boy. It's obedience
"The open road?" smiled Reuben
inquiringly. '"AH right. You've been
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"It's Obedience or "
a good" father, but I'm not of the
silky, high-toned class of Ray and
Bertram. I'll go it on my own hook,,
"He'll be back in a week," pre
dicted Mr. Marsh to his mourning
wife after Reubent had gone.
"I fear not,1" quavered the anxious
mother. "Reuben is too proud to
weaken on his own course. Hell
thrive, for he is all go-aheadativeness,
but we shall miss him dreadfully."