The Red Cloud chief., 1904-04-22
vas Of medium height snl sesyky bu,ls

was OF medium height snl sesyky buiit
with features OF aristocratio mold, but
weakened and pufYed az from babitua.
excuses. He had recently attained
the notoriety Of an unconditional ex
p~ulsion from Yale. His name hat
figured In New York prints In an esca
pade with a foreign actress. but the
story was denied and suppressed be
fore II reached the usual climax.
Commencement days were past. One
June morning Jessie Garden arrived
in bingham. and was met by Mr.. and
Mrs. Bishop in the old family car.
riage. Arthur Morris also CHANGED to
be at the station. AS Jessie Garden
ran forward and aYectionately greeted
her relatives. Arthur Morris gazed at
her with q scrutiny too close to be
condoned as "a ~weiLbred stare" She
wore q gray travelling dress. and look
ed so charming that one might be
pardoned for an almost rude admira-
ton.
Cad, but she's Q beauty" he ex.
claimed, as Jessie stepped into the car.
rage. Thank God there's at least
n good-looking girl in the neighbor.
hood! Who the devil Is she! Stranger,
I suppose. James," he said in q low
voice. addressing his tiger. get In and
be ready to take the horses II ! tell
you"
Yes, sir" replied the boy solemnly,
raising q gloved hand to his hat. Un.
der q strong curb the horses followed
the Bishop vehicle.
Delighted to return to the country,
Jessie Garden little suspected that her
arrival had so aroused the blase blood
Of the banker m~illionaire's son. II
was q long drive, but at last Arthur
Morris saw the carriage turn into the
Bishop yard. He drove leisurely past
the place till he regained the main
road.
On the old bridge spanning the
creek he met q young man IN Q light
road wagon. Morris halted his team,
and signaled the driver with Q wave
Of his hand.
II say, who lives in the big house to
the south, on this side Of the road?"
"Mr. Bishop lives therein. Thorn.
a. Bishop" replied John Burt.
"Thanks," said Arthur Morris with
a short bow. ANY daughters? I'm
a new conner in this locality" he ex.
planned with q smile meant to be con
fding.
"Mr. Bishop has no daughter" said
John, proud to give information on q
subject 30 dear to him. THE young
lady In their carriage was probably
Miss Garden. She spends the sum
mer seasons with them. She's ex'
pected to-day from Boston"
Garden? Carden?" repeated Nor
ris, as IL the matter were merely OF
passing moment. 81 fancy I've heard
Of her people"
"Her father Is a Boston banker"
"Ah, yes; I know. Lovely old place
that Of the Bishops-isn't It? Fine
old gables. and an air Of age-Pilgrin
Fathers, and all that sort of thing
don't you know. Think I'll try to in
duce the governor to buy 1t. Lovel,
day! Delighted to have net you, Mr.
MIR. Brown. Git up. you brute!" ant
the tandem was dashed past Johr
Burt.
That evening after dinner Arthur
Morris found his father in the II
brary. For some time both smoked
in silence.
81 ay, governor" said Arthur, as 1
the thought had suddenly occurred Il
him, do you know any Gardens IL
Boston,"
81 know Marshall Garden, the bank
err" growled the millionaire. VIVA
about him."
"Oh, nothing much" rejoined tn,
O c%arelessly. whats he worth"
Hes worth more than he'll b,
again." said Randolph Morris grimly
Hes in L. & o. stock up to his neck
II you knew as much about stocks q
you do about trousers, that woul,
mean something to you-but 1t doesn't
Garden Is supposed to be worth half
million. When he gets through wit
l.. & o. some one else will have tn
money and he'll have experience. VIVA
do you want to know about Garden
Has he a daughter" The old ma,
looked sharply at Arthur Morris.
Ito be ~continued.)