A LABRADOR SPRING 
original ideas presented an entirely different 
figure from the last. A tall, raw-boned Yankee, 
a painter by trade, and at first sight an un- 
interesting personality. As we came to know 
the man more intimately, however, and as he 
revealed to us his history, his plans and his 
views of life, we could not but admire and be 
attracted by him. Although in appearance, 
voice and conversation he was a typical Yankee, 
—he “‘hailed from’’ Western Massachusetts, — 
his name was evidently French. His ancestors, it 
appeared, had come from France and settled 
at Quebec, where they prospered. His great 
grandfather, visiting the mother country, left 
his affairs in the hands of the priests to guard 
and preserve. He died abroad and his son 
and grandson, — the latter the father of our 
hero, — failed to claim their patrimony from 
the Church, but moved to a little village in 
New England where our Yankee Cartwright 
grew up to the humble trade of house-painter. 
It was evident, however, that the adventurous 
and independent blood of his ancestors coursed 
through his veins, and he refused to remain in 
his native town, but travelled from place to 
place plying his trade, but fretting all the time 
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