The Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1903-1909, 1905-04-25
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Arthur Morris.

| Il couple Ol mlIllOuS III NEW VI N Ddilh-
ing and stock manipulation, he decided
to establish a New England country
place in keeping with his wealth and
station. He selected a site near Hing
ham, overlooking Massachusetts bay,
with a 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, Conservatives, 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 man of forty He
was of medium height and stocky build,
with features of arstocratic mold, but
weakened and puffed as from habitual
excuses. 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 CHANGED to
be at the station. AS Jessie Garden
ran forward and affectionately 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-
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 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. IN
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 millionaires 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 main
road.
On the old bridge spanning the
creek he met a young man in a light
road wagon. Morris halted his team,
and sgnaled the driver with a wave
of his hand.
81 say, who lives in the big house to
the south, on this side of the road?"
''Mr. Bishop lives Therein. Thorn
as Bishop" replied John Burt
Thanks" said Arthur Morris with
short bow. ANY daughters? I'm
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 ex-
pected to-day from Boston"
Garden? Carden?" repeated Nor
ris, as if the matter were merely of
of her people"
Her father is Boston banker"
"Ah, yes | know. Lovely old place
that of the Bshops-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 1t. 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 II.
? brary. For some time both smoked
r in silence.
7 II say, governor said Arthur, as II
5 the thought had suddenly occurred to
2 him, do you know any Gardens in
t Boston,"
r 81 know Marshall Garden the bank.
f err" growled the millionaire. What
7 about him."
2 ooh, nothing much" rejoined the
! son carelessly whats he WORTH"
! Hes worth more than he'll be
5 again." said Randolph Norris grimly
Hes in l.. & o. stock up to his neck
/ If you knew as much about stocks as
I you do about trousers, that would
moan snm ell hing To NnlI=hut IL dnasnIt