Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1908-03-20


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Richard thereupon recounted his ad-
ventures, beginning with the cattle
stampede at home and his willingness
to come north In the hope Of finding
the girl He told of his meeting with
the real Lord Croyland and how that
gentleman had coolly taken the name
Of Richard Williams. Then he made a
clean breast OF his own deception and
narrated every detail Of his expert
ences. with the exception Of his busi'
ness conversation with Mr.. Renwyck
last night
During the recital the lawyer fairly
bubbled over with amusement ap-
plauding each experience with a series
Of delighted chuckles. That Richard
was pulling wool over the eyes Of ia
cob Renwyck was keen JOY TO the
little man, who vividly pictured the
chagrin Of his brother-ln-law when the
comedy came to an end. He loved
Harriet dearly, and now as he looked
at the handsome, manly boy before
him he confessed in his heart that a
match between them would please him
beyond expression.
"My boy" he laughed. 'it's simply
glorious! And now that you have a
friend at court II ought to work out
beautifully Don't mind If ! bullyrag
you a little. 1t will only make Jacob
take your side, What is the next fea.
ture on the programme
Richard frowned thoughtfully. rose
and began to pace up and down.
"Mr. Coriigan." he burst forth, 81
haven't told you the worst part Of it.
What makes 1t the more impossible.
don't see how l can. 1t would be-
well, It would be sort of breach OF
confidence"
Anything seriousr
"Yes, very. That's why / didn't
sleep last night. Matters have come
to such a pass that feel | must tell
Mr.. Renwyck who | am and take my
medicine like burglar caught in the
act"
Mr.. Corrigan's face fell.
IL am exceedingly sorry to hear
that" He thought for moment. then
looked up with n confidential and con
taglous smile. "See here! / wouldn't
have you betray confidence for any
thing in the world, my boy. but there
are two ways OF looking at every ques-
ton. Why not engage me as your
lawyer? Every scalawag me
has a right to counsel. and you need
not hesitate to bare your aching heart.
Come, Dick. I'll accept one of Lord
Croylands excellent cigars as re-
tafner. and we'll get right down to
business"
Richard frightened visibly. He
handed cigar. held light and said:
Its whipping the devil around the
stump. | suppose. but see no other
way out Of II. do need advice, and
need 1t bad. I'll tell you all about 1t
on one condition"
The lawyer nodded. puffed at his ci-
gar and gazed up into the thick leayed
tree above his head. while Richard
continued
The condition is that what | am
about to tell you must be kept an alb
solute secret no matter what your
Judgment happens to be. Promise
that and I'll talk; otherwise I'm a
clam"
Dick" said the old gentleman, 'I
have followed the legal profession for
thirty-two years, and few OF my clients
have found cause to complain OF nv
discretion. This is a first rate cigar.
and I'm going to earn 1t. What is
troubling your"
The moment Mr.. Corrigan understood
the proposition which Mr.. Renwyck
had made to Richard on the previous
evening he choked with laughter until
his latest client was forced to thunp
him vigorously on the back, while the
balance OF the narrative was so pune
tuated with his chuckles and gasps
that II was concluded with some diff.
Guilty.
RichaSl was handicapped in his full
appreciation Of the joke. which ap.
peared TO him TO be very serious mat
ter indeed. When his story was fin
ished he observed solemnly:
You see, Mr.. Corrigan. it's this way.
II ! keep my mouth shut Mr.. Renwyck
viii make II hot for dad. IL | tele-
graph dad and give him the tip. why,
Just as sure as gun. he'll turn around
ana wipe up the earth with Mr.. Ren.
wyck. I'm in redhot saddle. Mr.
Corrigan. with my feet tied under.
Meath. I've just got to sit and blister.
l cant see dad done up, but I'd rather
'lo that than play low down trick on
"a man who trusts me. And in any
event | stand to lose the young lady.
In my place what would you doY"
po! shouted the little man. while
huSe tears trickled down his face and
hiled the creaSes OF his double chin.
Do Why. I'd do Jacob Renwyck:
mats what I'D do. Go for him. Dickv
bird! All's fair In love and Wall
street He isn't a lamb. | tell YOU
Hes ram, and butter at that,
smear him. my boy, shear him to the
skim
Il can't" said Richard quietly.
can't The devil you can't! Why
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