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"Not of putting those people off the island?"

"Sure! That's what I'm here for. I'm state agent on pauper affairs,

acting for the Governor and Council."

"You say the state is back of this?" demanded Mayo, incredulously.

"Certainly! It's a matter that the state was obliged to take up. State

has bought that island from the real heirs, has ordered off those

squatters, and we shall burn down their shacks and clear the land up.

Of course, we allow heads of families some cash for their houses, if

you can call 'em houses. That's under the law regulating squatter

improvements. But improvements is a polite word for the buildings on

that island. It is going to cost us good money to clear up for that New

York party who has made an offer to the state--he's going to use the

island for a summer estate."

He flicked the ashes from his cigar and broke in on Mayo's indignant

retort.

"It had to be done, sir. They have intermarried till a good many of the

children are fools. The men are breaking into summer cottages, after the

owners leave in the fall. They steal everything on the main that isn't

nailed down. They have set false beacons in the winter, and have wrecked

coasters. Every little while some city newspaper has written them up as

wild men, and it has given the state a bad name. We're going to break up

the nest."

"But where will they go?"

"Fools to the state school for the feeble-minded, cripples to the

poorhouse. The able-bodied will have to get out and go to work at

something honest."

"But, look here, my dear sir! Those poor devils are starting out with

too much of a handicap. After three generations on that island they

don't know how to get a living on the main."

"That's their own lookout, not the state's! State doesn't guarantee to

give shiftless folks a living."

"How about using a little common sense in the case of such people?"

"You are not making this affair your business, are you?" asked the

commissioner, with acerbity.

"No."

"Better not; and you'd better not say too much to me!" He rose and

dusted off his trousers. "I have investigated for the Governor and

Council and they are acting on my recommendations. You might just as

well advise nursing and coddling a nest of brown-tail moths--and we are

spending good money to kill off moths. We don't propose to encourage the

breeding of thieves. We are not keeping show places of this sort along

the coast for city folks to talk about and run down the state after they

go back home. It hurts state business!" He marched away.