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

o.. RIVtR COURIER, GRANT
admit nothing. deny everything. There
was no law Of business, honor or love
to compel him to confess anything to
Mr.. Corrigan.
Branding a helferT repeated Rich
ard vacantly while he screwed In his
monocle and stared at his companion.
"Really-'pon my word-r'-
Michael Corrigan burst into laugh.
Come. come, Dick How good
that monosyllable sounded after this
cursed Croyland business. Now he
could understand why Bills hated to
be called Woolsey. ut won't do" con
tinued Corrigan genially. I'm too old
bird to be caught with such salt.
Out with It, boy! What's the meaning
Of this tomfoolery?"
II had come at last. then! No con
fesslon would be necessary. With a
sudden revulsion of feeling Richard
experienced a great sense OF relief.
Fortune had decided for him.
"Mr. Corrigan." said Richard. hold
ing out bis hand-he knew when he
was beaten-while his features became
radiant with smiles. when you came
through that door awhile ago | wished
you safely in hades. Let's get out into
the sunshine. want TO make clean
breast OF II. for. TO tell you the truth
I'm in the devil Of a pickle"
Mr.. Corrigan laughed again and led
the way through the front hall. On the
veranda they met Miss Harriet coming
from the garden with her arms full OF
fresh cut roses.
Going for a walk" she asked. "If
you walt a moment I'd like to join
you"
young person." said her uncle with
mock severity. there is hardly enough
OF Lord Croyland to go around. II
seems. I've got him for half an hour.
and I'm going to keep him! shoor'
He took Richards arm and led him
along the gravel path.
''Is that the reason?' he whispered.
slyly jerking his thumb In the direc-
tion OF his niece. Richard blushed.
"Oh. you young dog! Well, | can't
blame you. Dick. Great girl, isn't
shef"
They had now reached shaded
bench in a secluded part Of the
grounds, where they seated themselves
and prepared for the confessional.
"You see," began the fat little law
yer. who seemed to exude good humor
from every pore, "at first couldn't eI-
actly make out what you were up to,
you scamp. SO drew you out ON our
friend Napoleon. You are not well up
on the history or the statuary OF your
beloved country. Dlcky. boy. Brush
up"
Richard laughed and asked:
But you were on TO me when | took
hat paddock fence. weren't your II
gave me the creeps when heard your
compliment"
"Of course was" assented Mr..
Corrigan. shaking with amusement
"You don't suppose | lived in Texas
two years for nothing but my health!
And on your own fathers ranch tool
I had been told that Renwyck had
captured real live nobleman.' was
just strolling over to have peep at
him, when. 10 and behold, fnd him
tearing around a horse lot on one devil
as II another were after hlmw Mr..
Corrigan paused to chuckle. But.
Dick" he said presently, you made
one grave mistake"
What was thatT"
You should have worn two foot
sombrero, scooped up Harriets hand.
kerchief at mad gallop, fred of n
brace OF guns and plugged holes in
Renwyck's hat. Then they would have
known you were an EnglIshman. Now.
let's have your story"
Richard looked at him. divided be-
tween seriousness and amusement.
But how did you know that II was
~
Deduction" smiled the lawyer.
81 don't understand"
ITS simple. Had n letter from your
father a few days since In which he
told me you We're In New York and