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


That very night, just as they were med
ftating bed, a loud ring startled the deni-
zens Of Glinn. The advent OF Grenvllie
Rose seemed to the servants a matter OF
course thing. They Immediately commenc-
cd 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 Granville, ne
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"
Nov, uncle" he said, Il want yoe
to come with me to u study. You rec
ollect that old box of deeds and papers
you let ne rummage through two years
back, when l went so deep into heraldry,
and spent a good bit Of time tracing the
family genealogy"
Eyes, my boy but you don't mean to
say you've com down upon us like a
whirlwind in this way to continue that
somewhat vexatious pursuit."
Grenville said no more till he was duly
ensconced Gin the squire's sanctum, with
the box containing those musty papers
open by his side.
Nov, uncle" he resumed, Il shall
probably have to work for two or three
hours through these old parchments be-
fore I arrive at the one I want. OF
course I don't expect you to remain while
1 do so, but before you go to bed would
you mind answering me two or three ques-
tions? You've always been very kind to
me; Glinn, indeed, has been my home
almost as long as I can recollect. My
father and mother died wien l was so
young, that you and my aunt have al
most stood in their place to me-"
swell, Gren, we've always been fond
of you, mad glad to have you here. But
what are you driving att"
will you bear with me patiently to-
night, even if I offend you? Will you
wait till tomorrow, and hear then what
l have to say before you decide about
what I shall, perhaps, ask you to do for
me?"
What o. 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 squire's own scrapes hav-
ing arisen from that prolific source, he
naturally guessed his nephew must have
involved himself similarly.
mo, uncle, it's not that. I love Maude,
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 un-
lucky, because she's about to marry some
body else. l fancied that you must have
heard So
"You mean Pearman? Yes, 1 have
heard that"
"Oh, you have? May 1 ask what par
ticular inducements you have 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 1 am as
yet in ignorance of it."
"You only sneer at me, and I I'M talk
ing in earnest" said Grenville, biting his
lips.
ITO be continued.)