Elias Graves was pastor of one of the largest churches in Ithaca. His family consisted of his wife, his son Frederick, and his daughter Teola, a girl of sixteen, and little Babe, the spoiled pet of the family. Besides a beautiful town rectory, he owned the lake farm and held the title to the small piece of property upon which Orn Skinner squatted. That the hut and its filth injured his own magnificent cottage no one denied.
It was true he only spent ten or twelve weeks of the summer in the lake house, but every man desired his own. For several years there had been a continual fight between the pastor and the fisherman--Orn Skinner answering the minister with the squatter law of the state which gave him the use of the few feet of ground upon which his shanty stood.
Still the Dominie insisted that some day he would rid his summer home of the pest and the time had come.
After leaving Tessibel he walked up the long lane leaning on the arm of his son, sputtering against his enemies.
"The very idea of that malicious brat jumping upon me as she did. She ought to have a sound whipping."
Frederick shivered slightly. His heart was full of sympathy for the primitive girl who had so devotedly loved her toad.
"We would be rid of the whole family if we could get that girl away," went on his father, "then I could file a request to take what belongs to me. Hall said only to-night that he would like to see all the squatters gone. We've decided to make a move."
Frederick tried to make a small complaint, but the minister commanded him to silence.
"Get rid of them I will, do you hear?" he shouted, "they have no moral right there whatever the law says. Get rid of them, I will."
When the Dominie reiterated strongly his whole family remained silent, and this time Frederick dared pass no remark. He wondered if it were not for just such people as the Skinners that the Christ had suffered. He felt an incentive rising in his heart to seek guidance from the Book, for although Frederick Graves greatly reverenced his father he would not give up his own opinions without a struggle.
"I've got this Skinner just where I want him after all these years," hurled forth the minister, as they passed the pear orchard, and then added: "But I don't understand how you came to be in the hut."
"I heard the girl crying," replied Frederick curtly.