The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1904-04-08

was of medium height and stocky build
with features of a~ristocratic mold, bu'
weakened and pulled as from habitua
excuses. He had recently attained
the notoriety of an unconditional ex
pulsion from Yale. His, name hac
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 CHANGED 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" She
wore a gray travelling dress, and look
ed so charming that one might be
pardoned for an almost rude admira-
ton.
Cad, but she's a beauty" he ex-
claimed, as Jessie stepped into the car,
rage. Thank God there's at least
one good-looking 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"
Yes, sir" replied the boy solemnly,
raising a gloved hand to his hat. I'm
der a 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 millionaire's son. 1t
vas 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 main
road.
On the old bridge spanning the
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.
Il say, who lives in the big house to
the south, on this side of the road?"
Mr.. Bishop lives there-Mr. Thorn
as Bishop" replied John Burt.
Thanks" said Arthur Morris with
q short bow. ANY daughters? I'm
a new conner in this locality" he ex-
planned with a smile meant to be con-
fding.
Mr.. Bishop has no daughter" said
John, proud to give information on 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 ea
pected to-day from Boston,"
Garden? Carden?" repeated Nor
ris, as if the matter were merely of
passing moment. 4 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 I'll 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 dashed 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 if
the thought had suddenly occurred to
him, do you know any Gardens in
BOSTON,"
L know Marshall Garden. the bank
err growled the millionaire. What
about him."
''Oh, nothing much" reioined the
son c~arelessly. What's he worth?"
He's worth more than he'll be
again" said Randolph Norris grimly.
He's 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
million. When he gets through with
l.. & O. some one else will have the
money and he'll have experience. What
do you want to know about Garden?
Has he a daughter?" The old man
looked sharply at Arthur Morris.
(To be continued.)