The Cook County news-herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Cook County, Minn.) 1909-current, 1915-08-26


For one thing. it marked the formal
opening of the De Soto inn for the
summer season. For another, the
special train from the far South arriv-
ing at noon and bearing the first de-
tachment Of the inns guests, had for
one of it's Pullman passengers an
elderly gentleman with strongly
marked Scottish face; gentleman
with the bushy white eyebrows of age,
the long upper lip of caution, the
dropping eyelid of Feasibility, and the
bearing of man of routine; in other
words, Mr. Andrew Galbraith, faring
northWard on his customary summer
vacation. which-the fates intervening
he had this time determined to
spend at the Wahaskan resort.
For third item, it was at three
O'Clock of this same Wednesday that
Raymer came out of Jasper Grierson' s
bank with his head down and a cloud
on his brow; the cloud dating back
to an interview just closed, a short
and rather brittle conference with the
banks president held in Jasper Grier-
sons private room, with the president
sitting at ease in his huge armchair
and his visitor standing. quite desti-
tute of ease. at the desk-end.
Raymer's horse was only a short
half-square away, hitched in front of
the Winnebago house, and he went to
oct IL at 10 Mt 0f
ing. Miss Grierson's trap was driven
up and the untying of knots paused
while he stepped from the curb to
stand at the wheel of the modish equi-
page.
You are getting to be as bad as
all the Others" was the greeting he
got from the high driving seat. "You
haven't been at Mereside for an age
only once since the night you took Mr..
GrisWold away from us. BY the way,
what has become of Mr.. Griswold? He
doesn't show himself in public much
oftener than you do
Il think he has been getting to work
on his writing" said Raymer, good.
naturally apologizing for his friend.
Hell come down out of the clouds
after little. l understand he dimes
at Doctor Berries tonight"
The young iron founder was looking
up into the eyes of beguiling when he
said this, and, being mere man, he
wondered what made them flash and
then grow suddenly fathomless and
brooding.
When you see him, tell him that
we are still on earth over at Mere
slde,' said the magnate's daughter
: pertly; and a moment later, as Ray
! mer was turning out of Main street
; into Shawnee. he narrowly missed run
ming over a heavy-set man with a
dark face and dropping mustaches
pedestrian whose preoccupation
seemed so great as to make him quite
ObllVlOuS to street crossings and pass
; ing vehicles until Raymer pulled his
j horse back into the shafts and
! shouted
One more small coincidence will
serve to total the items on the Wed
nesday page. II Brofin had not
stopped to look after the man who
had so nearly run him down, he
might have been crossing Main street
IN front of the Winnebago at the pre-
else instant when Miss Grierson, with
young Dahlgren in the second seat OF
the trap. came around the square and
| nJ1Itp6 n lot hor
the public fountain.
who is that er-creekish-lookine
| man crossing over to the Winnebagc
hOuse?' asked Miss Grierson of he1
seatmate, indicating Brotfin with 9
wave OF the whip, and skillfully max
ing the query sound like the voicine
of the idlest curiosity.
Fellow named Broffin, from Louisi
ana" said Dahlgren. who, as assistant
editor of the Daily Wahaskan, knew
everybody. Says he's in the lumbe,
! business down there, but, I doubt it.,
said the carpenter, and shed a bite,
| tear"
Why do you doubt it," querieG
1'A''N S1ooAA' neatly AlICh1uS NY
from the horses back with the tin OF
the whiplash
"Oh, on general principles, l guess
You wouldn't say he had any of the
earmarks of business man."
What kind of earmarks has he
| got?" persisted Miss Grierson-merel,
! to make talk, as Dahlgren decided.
Il don't know We were TALKING
about him at the club the other night
and Sheftield-he's from Kentucky
! you know-thought he remembered
the lame as the name of a moon
shine raider he'd heard of down in his
home state"
"A moonshine raider? What is that .
| BY this time Miss Margerys curiosit,
| was less inert than it had been, or hat
seemed to be, at first.
| "A deputy marshal, you know: 6
sort OF government policeman and de
tective rolled into one. He locke it
! dent you Think"
| Miss Grierson did net say whist she
| thought, then, or later. when she 5e1
! Dah!Sren down at the door Of hi
! newspaper office in Sioux avenue. Pu,
! :5ti1f l3t9r two hours lotor IN f,o4 .h<