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with joy at all he saw before him. "This looks like the land of milk and honey all right. And only twenty minutes by bean-car from New York! What a chance for corner lots, and an easy suburb for business men!"

      The lad wandered along for a while, rejoicing in all the beauties of the wondrous scene, when, coming to a turn in the magnificently laid road, he perceived not far ahead of him a splendidly built castle, much resembling a famous city hotel he had once passed on a sight-seeing coach, and, remembering on a sudden that he had had no breakfast, he walked boldly up to the main entrance and knocked on the massive bronze door. A beautiful young girl about his own age answered the summons.

      "I don't know if this is a hotel," said Jack, politely, "but if it is, might I get a bite here?"

      "I fear you might if my stepfather should happen to see you," replied the girl with a shudder, her face mantling with a deep luscious red, the like of which Jack had never seen anywhere save on the petal of a rose or the cheek of a cherry.

      The silvery tones of her voice thrilled him.

      "Thank you," he said, stepping into the hallway through the open door. "I shall be very glad to meet your stepfather, and if, while I am waiting, I might have a couple of scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee – "

      "Oh, go! Do not stay here!" pleaded the girl. "Please go!"

      "I go?" laughed Jack. "And leave you? Never!"

      "But you do not understand," trembled the girl. "My stepfather is an ogre, and he eats – "

      "I only understand one thing," said Jack, valiantly. "And that is that I love you with all my heart. I don't care if your stepfather eats – "

      "For my sake then, go!" pleaded the girl. "I too am not unsusceptible to the dart of love, and for the first time I look upon a spirit I could honor and obey, but – "

      "Then it is love at first sight for both of us," said Jack, folding her in his arms.

      It was indeed a blissful moment for both, but alas! it was more than fleeting, for suddenly there came from an inner room off the great corridor a terrific voice, roaring:

      "FEE-FO-FI-FOY!

      I SMELL THE BLOOD OF A HIGH-SCHOOL BOY.

      BE HE REAL OR BE HE FAKE

      I'LL GRIND HIS BONES FOR A BUCKWHEAT CAKE."

      "Oho!" cried Jack, springing back. "I think I've heard something like that before. This is not a hotel, but the castle of that child-eating ogre – "

      "The very same!" cried the girl, her face blanching with terror. "And, what is worse, he hasn't had a boy to eat for three weeks. If you truly love me, I beg you will fly at once."

      "Sorry to be disobliging, but I can't fly, my beloved. I've left my aeroplane at home. In short, my dear – er – er – what is your name, sweetheart?"

      "Beanhilda," replied the blushing girl.

      "In short, my dear Beanhilda," Jack resumed, "having no wings, I cannot fly."

      "Alas!" cried the girl, bursting into floods of tears as the ogre suddenly appeared in the hallway, and seizing Jack by the collar of his coat held him high in the air between his thumb and forefinger. "Alas! it is too late. I shall never get a fiancé past step-papa's breakfast-table!"

      "No, my child," grinned the ogre, smacking his lips hungrily. "It is not too late. He is just in time. I have been wanting a couple of poached boys on toast for three solid weeks, and the butcher has just telephoned me that there isn't a fresh kid to be had for love or money in any of the markets."

      "I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Ogre," said Jack, as calmly as he could under the trying circumstances, "but I won't poach well. I'm half-back on our high-school eleven, and, as a matter of fact, am known as the toughest lad in my native town."

      A shadow of disappointment crossed the ogre's face.

      "Confound football!" he growled. "I haven't managed to get a tender boy since the season opened."

      "Moreover," said Jack, seeing that the time for strategy had arrived, "I didn't come here for your breakfast, I came for mine."

      "By Jove, you shall have it!" cried the ogre, slapping the table with his fists so hard that the platters and glasses upon its broad surface jumped up and down. "I like nerve, and you are the only kid I've caught in forty years that didn't begin to yell like mad the minute I grabbed him. We'll keep you here and feed you on the fat of the land, until you have sort of softened up. Sit down, sir, and have your fill. Beanhilda, get the lad a cup of coffee."

      The ogre placed Jack in a high-chair at his side, and they breakfasted together like two old cronies, the fair Beanhilda waiting upon them, and with every passing moment convincing Jack, by her grace, beauty, and amiability, of the solid fact that he loved her ardently. It was a terrible sight to see the ogre swallow a whole lamb at one bite, taking it up by its tail and dropping it into his mouth as if it were no more than a stalk of asparagus, and consuming not less than fifty-seven varieties of breakfast food, boxes, wrapping, premiums and all at one spoonful, but the lad's nerve never deserted him for a moment, and he chatted away as pleasantly as though breakfasting with ogres was one of the accustomed operations of his every-day life.

      "This is a great place you have here, Mr. Ogre," he remarked, sipping his coffee slowly. "Of course, it isn't quite as rich and fertile as my own little place up in Vermont, and your cattle, though evidently of fine breed, are hardly what Montana ranch-men would consider first class. Still – "

      The ogre stopped eating and looked at the speaker with considerable surprise.

      "You mean to say you can beat this place of mine anywhere?" he demanded.

      "Well," said Jack, amiably, "of course I don't mean to criticise this beautiful country. It is very beautiful in its own way, and there is some evidence of wealth here. I was only saying that next to my place it comes pretty near to being the finest I ever saw."

      "I guess you'd go a good many miles before you'd see a castle like mine," said the ogre, with a proud glance around him.

      "I haven't seen your castle yet, sir," said Jack. "But this little bungalow we are in strikes me as about as cute and comfy a cozy-corner as I've visited in a month of Sundays."

      "Bungalow?" roared the giant. "You don't call this a bungalow, do you?"

      "Why, yes," said Jack. "It certainly isn't a tent, or a chicken-coop, or a tool-house, is it? It's mighty comfy anyhow, whatever you call it. I wouldn't mind owning it myself."

      A glitter came into the ogre's eyes. If this young man were merely bluffing now was the time to call him.

      "Oh, as for that," said the ogre, with a sarcastic laugh, "you can own it – that is, you can if you can pay for it. I'll sell."

      Here he winked at the butler as much as to say, "Now we'll see him flop." But Jack had no intention of flopping.

      "Really?" he said, with a great show of enthusiasm. "Well, this is fine. I hadn't the slightest idea the place was in the market, but if we can get together on a figure, I might be tempted. How much?"

      "What would you say to $2,500,000?" demanded the ogre, with a grim smile.

      "Done!" said Jack. "And cheap at the price."

      Here he drew out the check-book, and drew a check for the full amount to the order of William J. Ogre, Esq., which he tossed across the table to the amazed giant.

      "There's your money," he said. "Fork over the deeds."

      The ogre rubbed his eyes, and almost stopped breathing for a moment.

      "H'm!" he muttered, inspecting the check closely. "This looks pretty good to me. What kind of a book is that, young man?"

      "That?" laughed Jack. "Oh, that's what we call the magic check-book. It is the kind that all our big financiers use – Mr. Rockernegie, Colonel Midas, and John Jacob Rothschild, and all the rest of them. It is merely an ingenious financial contrivance that enables us to avoid contact with actual money, which is not only vulgar and dangerous to carry in large quantities, but in some cases is full of germs." The lad went on and explained

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