to be sought for.

It was at this time that the new church to be built at Corklesville
needed an architect--a fact which Jack communicated to Garry. Then
it happened that with the aid of MacFarlane and Holker Morris the
commission was finally awarded to that "rising young genius who had
so justly distinguished himself in the atelier of America's greatest
architect--Holker Morris--" all of which Garry wrote himself and had
inserted in the county paper, he having called upon the editor for that
very purpose. This service--and it came at a most critical time in the
young man's affairs--the Scribe is glad to say, Garry, with his old-time
generous spirit suddenly revived, graciously acknowledged thanking
Jack heartily and with meaning in his voice, as well as MacFarlane--not
forgetting Ruth, to whom he sent a mass of roses as big as a bandbox.

The gaining of this church building--the largest and most important
given the young architect since he had left Morris's protection and
guidance--decided Garry to give up at once his expensive quarters in
New York and move to Corklesville. So far as any help from the house
of Breen was concerned, all hope had ended with the expensive and
much-advertised wedding (a shrewd financial move, really, for a firm
selling shady securities). Corinne had cooed, wept, and then succumbed
into an illness, but Breen had only replied: "No, let 'em paddle their
own canoe."

This is why the sign "To Let," on one of the new houses built by the Elm
Crest Land and Improvement Company--old Tom Corkle who owned the market
garden farms that gave the village of Corklesville its name, would have
laughed himself sore had he been alive--was ripped off and various teams
loaded with all sorts of furniture, some very expensive and showy and
some quite the contrary--especially that belonging to the servants'
rooms--were backed up to the newly finished porch with its second coat
of paint still wet, and their contents duly distributed upstairs and
downstairs and in my lady Corinne's chamber.

"Got to put on the brakes, old man," Garry had said one day to Jack. The
boy had heard of the expected change in the architect's finances before
the villa was rented, and so Garry's confidential communication was not
news to him.

"Been up to look at one of those new houses. Regular bird cage, but we
can get along. Besides, this town is going to grow and I'm going to help
it along. They are all dead out here--embalmed, some