The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-03-13
she INDUCED herselr freely on he prosor

father's business was In that city,"
"Indeedi Do you like this lonesome
placer
Sat first Ibid not"
"Isee. You have become accustomed to
the solemn old place"
eyes, in measure.n
:" Do you often wander 30 far from homo
as to-dayi It seems TO me not wholly safe
for you TO do So" persisted Fingal.
'Not often. am, however, privileged
10 do as please. Iexpect, when my cousin
comes, shall take immense pleasure in
visiting all the noted scenes and wild places
in the neighborhood," declared Grace, with
no little enthusiasm.
"Y0u tell me you have never seen your
cousin. Certainly you do not know that
you will like her."
"No, but then / mean to. II certainly
will be her fault il l do not" declared
Grace, emphatically.
"Ibelieve 80 myself" he returned, smil-
ing into the pretty flushed face OF his beau
tful companion. 'There are noted spots In
this vicinity, you tell mei'
'Many. just milo TO the west Is Hang
mans Gulch, where tits said one OF the first
settlers was lynched for murder. Then
have heard that not far from this hollow Is
cone where at one time old Lille Doty
secreted himself several days from his pur-
suers. You see, we live in q romantic re-
gion"
81 should say So" agreed Fingal. "You
ought TO be poet, or an artist, Miss
Penroy, then you might immortahze the
country roundabout"
They walked on then, descending the hill,
following the wagon road along up the next
incline to the front door Of the old mansion.
On the porch an old man sat smoking o
pipe. His hair was white as the driven
snow, his face smooth shaven after the
manner OF olden times. His dress was
quaint and old, and altogether he presented
the appearance Of one Of the revolutionary
patriarchs.
He sat in huge armchair as old and Us
quaint as himself, while at his side, lean
ing against his knee, was heavy cane cut
from the native woods.
He removed his pipe when he saw the
two young people coming up the broad
graveled walk. pushing with wrinkled
fingers his glasses high upon his bald
brows.
"Ehi It's Oracle, and-and, yes, by the
beard Of the prophet, it's a young mani
Confound it; confound 1t, say One young
man is enough for q girl Haven't told
her"
"Grandpa, this Is Mr.. Fingal. He saved
oon NOT Tor ,ho OCT M Fingai Grandno
Uard;h,o ~ WV Wv Op'
Thon crooo ,vor, IN % h.r nathan ,oa,,n,
,ho tue oar,lomon ,ooo,hor
9. EvonSa me- :, soi5 NJ vond,h,o os ho
shool, ,ha s,,an,or.s hand ,r,,hont ,;s;ra
I" T,,o aot ,ho stionoss ~ oiS oaa H. ,,n
hores end can,, eat nm ond down es onco
con,d - ''''>' N
aCertoir,v s;rn
Fingal Ioid HE rita caraf,,lv asida and
accented n chair that stood near
. 1Groce saws Won saved her life What
did she meant I'm sure the huzzy ought
not 10 nut herself In danger. Two warned
her enough, YES. hayc. But there's no end
of trouble one has with the girls, confound
iem: YES. I saw. confound ,emn
Then Mr. yanaib,e readinsted his olasses
and no.tnd b;s COMO oently . ,ybile ha ,esrrnod
bis smolring
Fingal eSnlained the meaning of grace,s
words and yben be had modestIv tola bis
story tbe old man,s cane fell with a mighty
crash 10 the floor. I'm went the gIassea
once more. and he nine was Quickly removed
from his lips,
mConfound n. oonfound II. Isavp uttered
Mr. Vandihle
ait isn't really safe for n Young pirl 10 On
out unattepded.n asserted Fineal. after
moment.
"No. 1t amt, that's q fact I've talked
till all was blue TO keep Grace from running
wild in this way, but / might Just as well
talk TO fence.post, had. I'll tell you, my
young friend, one thing,n and the old man
laid his hand on Fingal's knee and regarded
him with a queer pucker Of the gray lips,
speaking evidently in confidence, "rve tried
to have Grace marry q protector, ! have"
Such a comical look came 70 the old fel.
low face as TO bring smile 10 the lips Of
Fingal in spite Of his efforts at gravity as
beftted the occasion.
"Could she do thatin queried the young
man, quickly, in order 10 escape being
thought rude.
"Could shei Could Grace Penroy marryi
Great Mahometl Young chap, there isn't q
gentleman in forty miles Of Lone Hollow
who wouldn't Jump at the chance TO wed
Morgan Vandible's grandchild. She's an
heiress, my boy, an heiress 70 millions.
Confound It, sir, confound IT. she shdu
marry, say, and at once. ! want this
trouble of my mind. THIS looking after
one girl Is torment, and 10 think another
is coming. Ipn be pandemonmm here alter
that; yes, pandemonium, Isay."
The old man groaned, jammed his glasses
once more over his eyes, resumed his pipo
and began smoking furlously.
FinRal felt that he had found an original.
and was immensely pleased
81 supposen he yentured. Gthat MIss
penrov bas sn,Iora IN nlentv tbarln