Wallowa County chieftain. [volume] (Enterprise, Or.) 1909-1911, 1909-05-27

barrington's chance of friendly iudge.
VINO insisted on his continuing the case
ne had oegun, in consequence of his lead
er oelng temporarily out of court. So that
whether Grenville Rose was coming law
yer OF 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 leisurely out of
MS bedroom, in dressing gown and slip
pers, the day after Maude's resolution,
ana glancing round his breakfast table.
taxes 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. Af-
ter lndulging in 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-aml" which seems to produce
some slight commotion, at length, in a
boy with a pewter, and a companion fur
nlshed with shoe brushes, who are light
ening the hours by pitch and toss. Salts
he'd with this result, he first opens the
morning paper.
Grenville 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 hiHself 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-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, if Coriander wins at
EPSON, it 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 l wonder what Grenville Rose
would have said, if anybody had hinted
to him that within ten days his destiny
would be bound up with Coriander's? Can
you not fancy his laughing retort: 81
never race What's Hecuba to me, or
7 30 ,bo Va Ill l..
Grenville tosses 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.
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 al 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 po-
sition, he thoroughly understood. That
he should at present marry anybody, he
quite recognized as an impossibility. And
vet, with all these theoretical axioms
distinctly present to his mind, he was
forced to admit to himself that he was
over head and ears in love with his cousin.
That he had never even limited it to her
was a fact upon which he gave himself
most extraordinary credit. That she had
as vet given him no earthly reason to sup
nose he was anything to her but Cousin
Cren was circumstance that he brooded
over sulkily and despondingly. With these
correct and high-principled views, it
should have been made matter Of great
graduation but you see 1t was not.
am afraid it will ever be SO. The right
people never do fall in love with each
other; while, from the days Helen left
Menelaus to the present time, the con-
verse of the proposition seems inexhausti-
BILE and unchangeable.
But all this while Grenville Rose had
been reading Maude's epistle. His face
darkens as he does SO, the brows contract,
and a curse breaks at last from his lips
in a low, cultural tone that bodies bad
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 I'd
have dislocated his cursed neck by throw
ing him down stairs that night than this.
And the poor child appeals to me to help
her! What can l do?"
Once more he glances at the letter
again he reads the paragraph: "Gren,
dear, you have been my resource in all my
scrapes since l can remember. 10 come
to nv rescue now; what am l to do?
NV childish troubles of bygone days were
not of much account, whatever they might