The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-05-07

That very night, just a. they were mad.
itating bed, a loud ring startled the deni.
zens of Glinn. The advent of GrenvilIe
Rose seemed to the servants a matter of
course thing. They Immediately commenc-
ed preparation Of his usual room. His
uncle also was glad to see him, but to
Mrs. Denison and Maude the thing was
past comprehension. AS for Grenville, he
seemed perfectly callous-shook hands
with his aunt, audaciously kissed his cous-
in, accompanying it by a pressure Of the
hand and a whisper, the combination of
which sent the blood to the very roots of
Maude's hair. Then he devoted himself
in a most prosaic manner to some cold
boiled beef and pickles, pertinaciously sat
the ladies out, and as he handed them
their candles, whispered to Maude:
Hope for us yet, darling !"
"Now, uncle" he said, II want 70,
to come with me to your study. You rec
ollect that old box of deeds and papers
you let me rummage through two years
back, when l went so deep into heraldry,
and spent a good bit of time tracing the
family genealogyY
Eyes, my boy but you don't mean to
Soy NOu We COmc uOWu upOu us ike a
whirlwind in this way to continue that
somewhat vexatious PURSUIT."
Granville said no more till he was duly
ensconced in the squire's sanctum, with
the box containing those musty papers
open by his side.
"Now, uncle" he resumed, II shall
probably nave to work for two or three
hours through these old parchments be-
fore l arrive at the one I want. Of
course 1 don't expect you to remain while
I do so, but before you 60 to bed would
you mind answering me two or three ques-
tons? You've always been very kind to
me; Glinn, indeed, has been my home
almost as long as l can recollect. MY
father and mother died when l was so
young, that you and my aunt have al
most stood in their place to me-"
"Well, Gren, we've always been fond
of you, mad glad to have you here. But
what are you driving att"
Twill you bear with me patiently to-
night, even if / offend you? Will you
wait till tomorrow, and hear then what
1 have to say before you decide about
what I shall, perhaps, ask you to do for
me!'
What on earth are you making mys-
teries about? Not much use asking help
from me, Gren; I'm about broke myself.
You're in some money scrape, l %suppose?"
Most of the s~quire's own scrapes hav-
ing arisen from that prolific source, he
naturally guessed his nephew must have
involved himself similarly.
"NO Tnc1a it's nor that I 1nvo Maudo
and want to marry her."
No words can paint Harold Denison's
face at this last announcement. That
there should be love-passages between
Grenville and his daughter had never en-
tered his head and what could the young
idiot mean by coming and telling him so
now? He must know she was engaged to
Pearman.
do your he said at length, in his
most cynical manner. THAT'S a little I'M
lucky, because she's about to marry some
body else. l fancied that you must have
heard So
"You mean Pearman? Yes, I have
heard that"
"Oh, you have? May l ask what par
ticular inducements you nave to offer,
that you think it probable Maude will
break off the prospect of a good match in
your behalf? You may have achieved
some ~unexampled success in your pro-
fession !: 1 can only regret that l am as
yet in ignorance of it,"
you only sneer at me, and l am talk
ing in earnest" said Grenville, biting his
lips.
ITO be continued.)