The Holly chieftain., 1904-06-03
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Arthur Morris.

couple of millions in New York bank
ing and stock manipulation, he decided
to establish a New England country
place in keeping with his wealth and
station. He selected site near Hing
ham. overlooking Massachusetts bay.
with distant view of the ocean. For
years workmen were busy with the
great stone mansion. Terraces, YER
dant in turf, gave beauty to the sur
rounding rocks now softened with
vines. Stables. conservatories, and
lodges lent new distinction to the land
scape.
The eldest of the Morris children
was Arthur, the heir to the bulk of the
Morris fortunes. His age was TWEEN.
ty-four and his experience in certain
matters that of a man of forty. He
was of medium height and stocky build,
with features of aristocratic mold, but
weakened and puffed as from habitual
eXcesses. He had recently attained
the notoriety of an unconditional eX-
pulsion from Yale. His name had
figured in New York prints in an esca-
pade with a foreign actress, but the
story was denied and suppressed be-
fore it 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 chanced to
be at the station. As Jessie Garden
ran forward and affectionately greeted
her relatives, Arthur Morris gazed at
her with a scrutiny too close to be
condoned as "a well-bred stare Sha
wore a gray travelling dress, and loox.
ed so charming that one might be
pardoned for an almost rude admira-
tioi.
Cad, but she's beauty" he nx-
claimed, as Jessie stepped into the car
riage. Thank God there's at least
one good-looldng girl in the neighbor-
hood. Who the devil is she? Stranger,
| suppose. James," he said in a low
voice, addressing his tiger, get in and
be ready to take the horses if | tell
you"
Eyes, sir replied the boy solemr.ly,
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de. strong curb the horses follow ed
the Bishop vehicle.
Delighted to return to The country
Jessie Garden little suspected that hpr
arrival had so aroused the blase blood
of the banker millionaire's son. 1t
was a 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 mnin
road
On the old bridge spanning she
creek he met a young man in a light
road wagon. Morris halted his team.
and signaled the driver with a wave
of his hand
81 say, who lives in the big house to
the south, on this side of the roads
MIR. Bishop lives there-Mr. Them
as Bishop" replied John Burt.
Thanks" said Arthur Morris with
a short bow. amy daughters? I'm
new conner in this locality he ex-
planned with a smile meant to be con-
fiding.
Mr. Bishop has no daughter" said
John, proud to give information OF a
subject so dear to him. "The young
lady in their carriage was probably
Miss Garden. She spends the sum
mer seasons with them. She's ex-
Dected to-day from Boston,
Garden? Carden?" repeated Nor
ris, as if the matter were merely of
passing moment. Il fancy I've heard
of her people"
Her father is a Boston banker"
"Ah, yes; l know Lovely old place
that of the Bishops-isn't it? Fine
old gables. and an air of age-Pilgrim
Fathers, and all that sort of thing,
don't you know. Think III try to in
duce the governor to buy it. Lovely
day. Delighted to have met you. Mr..
Mr.. Brown. Git up, you brute" and
the tandem was lashed past John
Burt
That evening after dinner Arthur
Morris found his father in the IL
brary. For some time both smoked
in silence.
Il say governor" said Arthur, as ii
the thought had suddenly occurred to
him, do you know any Gardens in
Boston,"
81 know Marshall Garden, the bank
err" growled the millionaire. "What
about him?"
"Oh, nothing much" rejoined the
son carelessly. What's he worth?"
He's worth more than he'll be
again" said Randolph Morris grimly.
Hes in l.. & o. stock up to his neck.
If you knew as much about stocks as
you do about trousers, that would
mean something TO you-but it doesn't.
Garden is supposed to be worth half a