Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1909-09-03

ne nad begun, in consequence of his lead
er being temporarily out of court So that
whether Granville Rose was a coming law
yer, or pretentious impostor, was still
concealed in the womb of time In the
meanwhile, the nothing he had to do he.
at all events, did conscientiously-mo
good deal, than can be predicated of
many of us. He strolls leisurely out of
his bedroom, in dressing gown and slip
pers, the day after Maude's resolution,
and glancing round his breakfast table,
takes little notice of the heap of letters
that lie thereon. His attention, on the
contrary, is arrested by the absence of
some condiment he peculiarly affects. At
ter indulging in a solo on the bell, which
produces no apparent result, he opens the
window and runs up the vocal scale on
William" terminating, crescendo, in
''Wil-li-am" which seems to produce
some slight commotion, at length, In
boy with pewter, and companion fur
nished with shoe brushes, who are light
ening the hours by pitch and toss. Salts
fed with this result, he first opens the
morning paper.
Granville Rose is not in the least ad-
dicted to the pursuit or study Of racing
still, like most men of his age about town,
he very frequently hears it talked Of He
knows the names of the, prominent favor
ties for the coming great three-year-old
events OF the season. Has he not more
than one friend who has asked him to
book himself for Greenwich dinner in
the event Of some Derby contingency COM
ing off satisfactorily? He throws his
eye lazily over the sporting intelligence,
and under the head of Betting on the
Two Thousand" he perceives Five to
two against Coriander-taken freely"
"S'pose he'll about win. Suit Silky
Dallison down to the ground, presume
not that know much about it. But as
he hath hidden me to the consumption of
clicquot and bait, II Coriander wins at
Epson, 1t is fair to presume he'd like to
see him well through his smalls,' to be-
gin with"
All we go laundering on in our blind
ness and ignorance. Can even the most
far-sighted of US ever predicate twenty
four hours ahead? What a mess Provi-
dence makes Of our intricate calculations
What shallow fools we seem, after all our
study! wonder what Granville Rose
would have said, il anybody had limited
to him that within ten days his destiny
would be bound up with Coriander's? Can
you not fancy his laughing retort: az
never race! What's HecubG to me, or
to HecubaF" Yet it will be so.
Granville losses the paper on one side.
and In careless way takes up his letters.
Two or three are thrown aside; but his
pulse Quickens, and his handsome fea-
lures flush little, as he catches sight Of
that firm, delicate hand he knows so well.
Maudes letter had been near the bottom
of the pile, or he had not glanced over
the paper before reading 1t. That cousin
of his had wound her way into his heart
strangely OF late. He hardly knew HIM
self how 1t had all come to pass. He had
bullied her as boy; he even, till quite
lately, had snubbed her as a man, He
had liked her, ay, loved her, in cousinly
fashion, all his life. How was he to have
dreamt that the gawky school girl who
him in his fishing expedi-
tons at CHM was to grow into the love
y girl Maude had Of late blossomed into2
He was no fool, and had as much COM
mand over his passions as fve-and-twen-
ty, that sets up for no superlative virtue
and lives In the world, can usually Law
claim to. That anything could be more
lnJudicious than a love affair between
himself, with mere underlined prospects.
and the daughter Of his ruined, spend
thrift uncle, no one could be more clearly
aware. That If Maude Denison married.
t must be somebody with means and DO
sition, he thoroughly understood. That
40 should at present marry anybody, he
quite recognized as an impossibility. And
ret, with all these theoretical axioms
distinctly present to his mind, he was
forced to admit to himself that he was
'ver head and ears in love with his cousin.
That he had never even limited it to her
vas a fact upon which he gave himself
most extraordinary credit. That she had
v yet given him no earthly reason to sup
,ose he was anything to her but Cousin |
Sren was q circumstance that he brooded |
'ver sukily and despondingly. With these |
,orrect and high-principled views. II |
hould have been made matter of great |
but you see it was not. l |
I'M afraid 1t will ever be So The right |
'eople never do fall In love with each
'ther; while, from the days Helen left |
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'erSe Of the proposition seems inexhausti.
lie and Interchangeable.
But all this while Granville Rose had
een reading Maude's epistle. His face
arkens as he does so, the brows contract,
nd a curse breaks at last from his lips
n low, cultural tone that bodies bad |
lines for somebody, supposing that Gren-
lille possesses power equal to his incli-
alton.
That brute Pearman he muttered.
Ny instinct didn't fail me. Better I'd
ave dislocated his cursed neck by throw
ng him down stairs that night than this.
Ind the poor child appeals to me to help
Ter What can l de?'
Once more he glances at the letter
gain he reads the paragraph: "Gren,
ear, you have been my resource in all nv
grapes since l can remember. Do come
o my rescue now; what am l to do?
~ childish troubles of bygone days were
ot Of much account, whatever they might
OOk at the time. This seems extinguish-
ng the sunshine of my life on the thresh.
id-as II was doomed, as heard you
Az not long ago. ] have said l cannot.
sQaSe not. Both papa and mother say l
decide for myself. But it isn't so