Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1903-02-25
A KnaVe Of
nScience
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
Copyright 1900. by Francis Lynde.)
CHAPTER XVII.


hpnn which Margery Grierson had
asked her father for bread and got
stone-was fraught with other
happenings to more than one Of
those whose trivial tale this is. The
first of these fell upon Jasper Griec-
son. as we have seen, and was little
short of a rebellion in his own house
hold. The next was of import to one
Andrew Galbraith.
The president of the Bayou state
bank was spending a very pleasant
vacation in the quiet Minnesota sum-
mer resort. The people at the hotel
were chiefly from New Orleans, and
hence congenial; the cooking was
good, the weather perfect. and the
few social doors of the town that Mir.
Galbraith cared to enter were opened
wide to him. Moreover, Mr.. Jasper
Grierson had been exceedingly kind
to grabbed old man who was with
out kith or kin to make much of him;
and Miss Margery had quite neglect
ed the younger men to be gracious
to him.
1t was in the forenoon of this day
of happenings, while Mr.. Galbraitli
was smoking his after-breakfast CT
gar on the great veranda which over
looks the lake, that a caller was an
nounced. A bellboy brought the card
from the office, and Mr.. Galbraith adj
justed his glasses leisurely and read
the name.
"'Mr. Kenneth Griswold.' Ell?
don't recall the name. Stop a bit
yes, do. He is Miss Maggie's writ
er friend. Ask him if he will step
out here, where it's cooler"
The bellboy disappeared, and pres
emily returned, towing Griswold.
The old man rose with the courtly
good breeding of the elder genera
ton and shook hands with his visitor.
IL am glad to met you, Mr.. Girls
void. Miss Grierson has often spoken
of you. Sit down-sit down and be
comfortable. If you could only have
our Louisiana winters to put with
your summers, this would be Para
disc itself"
Griswold made shift to make some
acknowledgment, sat down, and be-
gan to tumble for his cigar case.
What he had come prepared to say
to Mr. Galbraith was not made any
easier by this instant Juggling in of
Margery Grierson as his social spon-
sor
"A cigar?' said the banker, inter
negatively. TRY one of mine; they
are Cubans with a pedigree, and if |
may foot my own pipe bit, I'll say
they are not to be duplicated this
side of New Orleans"
Griswold took the proffered cigar
and was still more i'll at ease. While
he hesitated, not knowing exactly
twist itself into a warning to the
would-be purchaser of worthless pine
lands, the old man leaned back in his
chair, regarding him with kindly in
terest. But all at once he sat ur
very straight. and the kindly gaze
became sharp scrutiny.
Have you ever been in New Or.
leans, Mr.. Griswold?" he asked, alb
ruptly.
Griswold was instantly on his
guard, but in the thick of it he set
HIS lcSlh upon sudden resolve not
to lie.
II have; but not very recently"
Him; may ask how recently?'
81 was south for a few weeks last
spring, and spent part of the time in
New Orleans"
Andrew Galbraith sat back in his
chair. and for all his apparent lapse
into disinterest, Griswold could Sc.
the long upper lip twitch neryously
HIM; last spring. you say? We
had quite bit of excitement las,
spring. Mr.. Griswold. Did you chance
to hear of the robbery of the Bayou
bank while you were there?"
Now Griswold knew that, notwith.
standing the seeming abstraction oil