Rocky Ford enterprise., 1904-06-03

/ was OF medium height and stocky build.
with features of aristocratic mold. but
| weakened and puffed as from habituaI
| excesses. He had recently attained
the notoriety of an unconditional eH-
pulsion from Yale. His name hal
figured In New York prints In an escs-
pade with foreign actress. but the
story was denied and suppressed be-
fore 1t reached the usual climax.
Commencement days were past Ono
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 affectlonately greeted
her relatives. Arthur Morris gazed at
her with 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-
tion.
Cad, but she's beauty!" he ex-
claimed. as Jessie stepped Into the car.
rIage. Thank God there's at least
one ood.iookIng girl In the neighbor!
hood! Who the devil is she? Stranger.
| suppose. James" he said In low
voice. addressing his tiger. ''get In and
be ready to take the horses II | tell
you.''
Yes. SIR" replied tho boy soiemniy.
raising 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. IL
was 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 light
road wagon. Morris halted his team.
and sIrnaicd the driver. with wass
OF his hand.
Il say. who lives In the big house -
the south. ON this side of the road?''
MIR. Bishop lives therc-Mr. Thorn
as Bishop" replied John Burt.
Thanks" said Arthur Morris with
short bow. ANY daughters7 I'm
a now conner In this locality" he cS-
planned with n smile meant to be con-
fidinE.
MIR. Bishop has no daughter" said
John. proud to give information on .
subject so dear to him. THE young
lady In their carriage was probably
Miss Garden. She spends the sum
sicr seasons with them. She's ex-
pcctcd to-day from Boston,"
Garden, cardcn7' repeated Nor
ris. n II the matter were merely OF
passing moment. Il fancy I've heard
OF her people,
"Hcr father IL Boston banker"
'Ah. yes: I know. Lovely old place
that Of the Bishops-isn't IT. Fin,
old gables. and mn air OF aTc-Pilgrim
Fathers. and aii that sort OF thing.
don't you know. Think III try to In.
ducc tho Toycrnor to buy II. Lovely
day! Delighted To have met you. Mr..
MIR. Brown. Git up. you bru,c." and
the tandem was iashcd pas; John
Burt.
That evening after dinner Arthur
Morris found his father In tho II.
brary: For some time both smoked
In silence.
Il say. governor. said Arthur. as IL
the though, had suddenly occurred to
him. do you know any Gardens In
Boston,
Il know Marshall Garden. the bank.
cr.- sro~icd the millionaire. What
about him.
"oh. nothing much.' rcjoIncd tho
son carcicssiy. What's hc WORTH
Hes worth more than he'll bc
again. said Randolph Morris grimly.
Hes In l.. & o. stock up TO his neck.
II you knew as much about stocks as
you do about trousers. that would
mean something TO you-bu, Il doesn't.
Garden Is supposed to be worth half a
million. When he gets through with
l.. & o. somc one else will have tho
money and hc1ihavc experience. What
do you wan, to know about CardcnT
Has he laughter The old man
looked sharply at Arthur Morris.
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