The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-04-16

not given to everyone to have Sir Jonah
Barrington's chance of a friendly judge
who insisted on his continuing the case
he had begun, in consequence of his lead
er being temporarily out of court. So thai
whether Granville Rose was coming law,
yer, or a pretentious impostOr, was still
concealed in the womb of time. In the
meanwhile, the nothing he had to do he
at all events, did OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
good deal, than can be predicated OF
many of us. He strolls lesurely 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 solo on the bell, when
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 a
boy with a 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 a 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- freely"
"S'pose he'll about win. Suit Silky
Dallison down to the ground, presume
not that 1 know much about it. But as
he hath hidden me to the consumption of
clicquot and bait, if Coriander wins at
Epson, it is fair to presume he'd like to
see him we'll 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 l wonder what Granville Rose
would have said, if 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: II
never race! What's Hecuba to me, or
l to Hecuba 2" Yet it will be so.
~ -
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
Maude's letter had been near the bottom
of the pile, or he had not glanced over
the paper before reading it. That cousin
of his had wound her way into his heart
strangely of late. He hardly knew him
self how it had all come to pass. He had
bullied her as a 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
accompanied him in his fishing expedi-
| tions at Glinn was to grow into the love-
| ly girl Maude had of late blossomed into
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 lay
claim to. That anything could be more
injudicious 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
it must be somebody with means and DO
sition, he thoroughly understood. That
he should at present marry anybody, he
quite recognized as an impossibility. An6
vet. with all these theoretical axiom.
distinctly present to his mind, he was
forced to admit to himself that he wa.
over head and ears in love with his cousin
That he had never even limited it to hel
was a fact upon which he gave himself
most extraordinary credit. That she haC
as yet given him no earthly reason to sup
pose he was anything to her but Cousir
Gren was a circumstance that he broodet
over sulkily and despondingly. With thes'
correct and high-principled views, i
should have been made matter of grea
graduation but you see it was not.
am afraid it will ever be so. The RICH
people never do fall in love with eacl
other: while, from the days Helen lief
Menelaus to the present time. the con
verse of the proposition seems inexhausti
BILE and Interchangeable.
But all this while Granville Rose hal
been reading Maude's epistle. His fac
darkens as he does so, the brows contract
and curse breaks at last from his lip
in a low. cultural tone that bodies ba,
times for somebody, supposing that Gren
vile possesses power equal to his incli
nation.
THAT brute Pearman :" he muttered
my instinct didn't fail me. Better L,
have dislocated his cursed neck by throw
ing him down stairs that night than this
And the poor child appeals to me to hell
her! What can / do?"
!. Once more he glances at the letter
again he reads the paragraph: "Gren
dear, you have been my resource in sill m.
scrapes since can remember. Do com
to my rescue now; what am 1 to do
, My childish troubles of bygone days wer
not of much account, whatever they nigh
look at the time. This seems extinguish