Race
BY-
HAWLEY
CHAPTER XVI. (Continued.)
"I can't see that that the least im
proves your position. You don't mean to
tell me that you've had the audacity to
come down here to upset an existing ar
rangement? By the way, do you suppose
Maude approves of this? Have you any
'reason to suppose that she would prefer
half of your garret in the Temple to being
miBtress of Mannersley?"
Grenville Rose's face flushed, but he
answered steadily :
"All that must be an after-consideration.
Uncle, answer me two questions
fairly, honestly, and as shortly as you
please and then wait to hear what I may
;have to say to-morrow morning."
"If I am to listen, then, you'll be good
enough to talk rather more rationally
than you ore doing to-night. What are
your questions?"
"Believe me, undo, I am speaking In
your interests. Do you owe Pearman
money? Pshaw I I know you do. I
want to know how much?"
"Really I had no idea you were keep
ing so RuiciiTul tt.u ee utcr lay Interests.
Prying into the affairs of one's relations
was hardly deemed good taste in my day.
I think I may safely leave that answer
to your own natural acuteness. It seems
to have stood you in good stead so far."
"Why !" cried Grenville, passionately,
"you can't think so meanly of me? You
won't let me help you? That you owe
Pearman money requires no espionage to
find out. I do know it never mind
how."
"Probably your philanthropy and In
creasing practice, then, led you to run
down with a view to rescuing your uncle
from his difficulties?" said Denison, bit
terly. "Yes, and no," said Rose, starting to
his feet. "I have come for two reasons:
Firstly, to win Maude for my wife, if 1
can j secondly, to release you from all ob
ligation to Pearman, if possible. If I
knew what the amount was, H would
make It easier for me. You don't choose
to tell me. I can only let you know to-
-morrow, then, what sum you can raise to
meet such claims. Will you answer my
-other question? Do you honestly wish to
see your daughter, a Denison of Glinn,
married to Pearman?
It was a home-thrust, this. The blood
rushed to Harold Denison's temples, and
his eyes had an angry light in them as
he rejoined :
"This, I presume, sir, Is a specimen of
the easy manner of the young men of the
present day. A piece of such Imperti
nence I don't remember ever encounter
ing. Mav I trouble you to hand me that
bedroom candle? I would suggest that
the earlier you can make It convenient
to depart to-morrow morning the less risk
I run of being insulted, and for the pres
ent will wish you good-night.
"Stop : you must hear me," cried Gren
ville. "If to-morrow morning 1 can snow
you a way to clear all Pearman's claims
against you, will you listen to me men,
.and acquit me of any intention of Insult
ing you? Will you still persevere, uncle,
in mating your daughter to the son of a
hill-dlscounting solicitor? No, yon won't
I know you better than you think. You
are too far In Pearman's hands, or you
think so, to give yourself fair play In the
matter. There breathes no prouaer man
than you are. Trust me. Recollect the
mouse once saved the Hon. A you hope
for peace In future, trust me now.
CHAPTER XVI.
Harold Denison paused. He had never
aeen his nephew break through his con
ventional; cool, easy manner In this wise
before. He felt that he had been terribly
In earnest all through their Interview,
Had he really some clue that might save
him? Then, perhaps, as far sa It was In
his selfish nature to care for anyone, he
- loved that child of hia dead sister, who
had luBt uoured forth this torrent of fran
tlo entreaty. The cynic mask dropped
from his face as he extended his hand.
"I've had a deal to try ma lately,
Gren: difficulties have thickened and
complicated above my head. You mustn't
think anything of what I say. now me,
boy, how to raise ten thousand to-morrow
morning, and we'll talk over other things
afterwards. At all events, Maude shan't
marrv Pearman."
"Good-night, uncle," said Grenville, as
he clasped Denison's extended hand. "You
can't think how happy you've made me.
Leave me to work now, and If I'm not in
a position to forbid the banns by break
fast to-morrow, may I never have another
brief !"
Long and anxiously did Grenville wade
through those villainous musty old parch'
ments that night. It was a big box, and
contained some two or three hundred such
old " leases, agreements, mortgage deeds
since cancelled, deeds of trust, and mar
riage settlements of bygone Denlsons now
Bleeping their long sleep In the quiet old
churchyard. The clock had struck three
ere, with a chill feeling of defeat, he took
out the lost musty paper. Could this be
It? No! it was but some old parchment
connected with a right of water power In
the last century. Sadly Grenville tumbled
the mass of papers back Into the box, and
gloomily sought hli pillow. Had he dreamt
of the deed he had looked for? "No,"
he muttered, as he undressed) "I saw It
once In that room. What can have become
of It? Maude, my dearest, have I told
jou to hope, and have I hoped only to
for
Wife
SMART
drink the bitter cup of disappointment?"
Bed was not of much use to Grenville
Rose that night He tried It; but, de
spite his Journey and late search through
those bewildering papers, sleep refused to
visit his eyelids. A little more than
three hours, and he was splashing In his
bath, and, with knit brows, still meditat
ing on what could have become of that
all-essential parchment. ."It looks bad,
but I won t give In. I must search fur
ther. I'll have my head in every box,
escritoire, cabinet, or cupboard in all
Glinn before to-morrow night." In the
meantime he recollected that Maude was
an early riser, so, finished his toilet and
betook himself quietly to the garden.
It was not long before he caught sight
of the flutter of a light dress ; a few sec
onds, and he was by Maude's side. Her
face flushed as she met him, and her
greeting was evidently forced and con
strained. "I thought, Maude, dearest,", he said,
"that I might have the luck to meet you
before breakfast. It is the only chance
I Lute of fccciiig you alone. Can you tell
me still that you don't repent what you
wrote in answer to my letter of some
fortnight or so back?"
"Oh, Gren, what am I to say to you?
What must you think of me? I never
thought you cared about me in that way,
you know. And then to write to you as I
did ! But, Gren, dear, I did mean it. I
fought hard to be true to you. What can
I do? They say it rests with me to keep
Glinn as a home to my father, and that,
If I dont marry Mr. Pearman, we shall
be wanderers about the world. That
wonld kill them. I am T?ry miserable.
Yon don't know what I had to go through,
I didn't give In till I could bear It no
longer. Be kind to me, Gren, please."
And the grey eyes, swimming with tears,
looked up into Rose's face with a piteous
pleading expression that half maddened
him.
"Don't know what you had to go
through, my pet? Hum I I think I can
make a pretty fair guess." And even as
he passed his arm round his cousin's waist
and kissed her, Grenville Rose's teeth
were set hard. "It makes me mad,
Maude, to think that that beast Pearman
should ever dare to dream of you. No,
child, I know pretty well the bullying you
have had to go through. You wouldn't
have proved false to your word, except
under unfair pressure.
"Then you don't think so very badly
of me?" asked the girl, shyly.
"I don't know," smiled her cousin, as
he bent his head down to her. "I'll hear
what you've got to say. Do you love
me?"
"Oh, Gren 1" And Maude dropped her
flushed, tear-stained face on his shoulder,
and submitted to the abstraction of un
limited kisses with the greatest meekness,
The tears were kissed away, and a
smile was on her lips as she said, "You
whispered last night, 'There is hope for
us yet ;' what did you mean?
"I didn't say that; when you quote
what I say, be good enough to be correct."
"But you did say so," said Maude, open
ing the grey eyes wide as usual when a
thing passed her compreesnslon.
"No, Miss Denison; I said, 'Hope for
us yet, darling.'"
"Oh, Gren, don't tease me; that's so
like your old aggravating ways. Tell
me."
"Well, deareet, I hoped last night to
find a paper that would have, at all
events, broken off your engagement with
Pearman, and left you free to choose
again."
A quiet paessure of his arm, and a
soft "Well?"
"I didn't find it, Maude, and went to
bed as miserable as a man can well do.
Your father promised that Pearman
should receive his dismissal If I could do
what I dreamt I could. I made sure of
finding that paper in the big oak chest
In the study; but though I went steadily
through them all, It wasn't there."
"When did you see it, Gren?"
"Don't you remember when I went mad
upon heraldry, and was all for putting
your genealogical tree to rights? I went
through those papers then."
"Stop a" moment," said the, girl; "let
me think. Yes," she continued, after a
short pause; "and yon used to bring
them up to work at to the school room
don't you recollect? And I'm almost
sure, but didn't you throw a few of them
Into a drawer up there, saying they were
no use. but you might make up a maga
zine story or two out of them some day?"
"By Jove, Maude, you've hit Itl I
did, and that would be safe to be one ot
them. Come along, sweetheart mine, and
see. No chance of their being disturbed,
is there?"
"I should think not; but I haven't, I
really believe, been In the room for the
last two years. We II soon see, though ;"
and the cousins tripped rapidly back to
the house.
Poor old school room t It was not often
now that its shutters were thrown open to
the golden light of spring. Very different
were the old times, when Maude flitted
about it dally, making sunshine within,
whatever it might be without; when the
whittle ot the blackbird and the song of
the throstle, the twitter of the swallow,
and the scent of the Jasmine, with other
creepers, came drifting through the open
casement Here she bad made much of
her doll, fought with her nurse, and risen
n more matured rebellion aratnat hef I
governess. Here Grenville had teased,
petted, laughed at her, and embarked in
various studies, genealogical or otherwise.
No wonder they paused on the threshold ;
it was classic ground to them, at all
events.
Grenville Rose, however, though he may
pause for a moment, is far too much in
earnest and immersed in the present to
give much thought to old memories. Maude
smiles softly as he throws open the win
dows, and she recalls those long pleasant
afternoons they two have passed there.
She has been so miserable of late she is
so quietly happy now. It is true this pa
per must be found ; but she believes in
Gren, as only a young girl can In a lover.
It is the first time he has been with her
in that character. It is so sweet to be
told you are loved at eighteen, when that
confession is made by the right person.
No wonder the girl's face looked bright.
"Now, Maude, quirk which is the draw
er? This, eh !" Hurriedly the drawer is
dragged out ; but alas ! though all sorts ot
odds and ends, a book or two on heraldry,
or a French dictionary, are discovered,
no sign of law papers meets the eye.
"Mistaken the drawer, pet, I suppose?
exclaimed Grenville, with a look of dis
appointment he struggled hard to con
ceal; and then continued his search. But,
no; every drawer and cupboard of the
school room is ransacked in vain. Many
a relic of their merry old days there comes
to light, but nothing in the shape of a
deed or parchment.. Maude stood aloof
towards the conclusion of the search, half
leaning, half sitting on the table. Her
face was serious enough now, and the
well-marked eyebrows rather knit. She
felt that the promised smooth water of
the morning was as yet by no means real
ized. Since Grenville had kissed her, and
personally told his love, she felt endued
with Infinite powers of opposition to the
Pearman alliance.
"It's no use, Maude; the paper I want
is not here," said Grenville at length.
"I must search elsewhere."
"So you shall, Gren. Ring the bell.
I have an idea."
Her cousin did as he was bid, and
when a "stray housemaid, in considerable
bewilderment, eventually made her way
to the disused room, Miss Denison said,
sharply, "Tell Mrs. Upcroft she's wanted
here directly directly, mind and don't
let her be as long about getting here as
you have been."
"Now, look here, Gren," continued
Maude, "those papers were there. No
body but Mrs. Upcroft would have dared
move them. But, you see, she has known
me as a child, and I am always hard put
to it to hold my own with her. If she
don't happen quite to recollect what she's
done with them, she'll give me any an
swer, and won't even try to take the trou
ble to remember. If I can make nothing
of her, then you must chime in and fright
en her. Of course she don't want to con
ceal them; but she will know she ought
not to have meddled with them, and don't
like what she terms being put out."
There was a tap at the door as Maude
finished her speech, and her cousin had
but Just time to give a nod of intelli
gence as the housekeeper entered.
"Sorry to disturb yon, Mrs. Upcroft'
said Miss Denison, blandly, "but I want
to know what you have done with the
papers that used to Inhabit that drawer?"
"I'm sure I don t know nothing about
no papers. You might have been sure of
that, I think, Miss Maude, before you
sent for me, and the butcher just here
for orders an' all ;" and the housekeeper
looked as sulky as she rightly dared. She
had for years done as she pleased with
Mrs. Denison, and was bitterly Jealous of
any Interference of Miss Maude.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Upcroft if you don't
know anything about the removal of such
papers, you should do so. Things ought
not to be moved from one room to an
other without the knowledge and license
of yourself. Will you be kind enough to
recollect what became of those papers?
They happen just now to be of great im
portance." .
"That's so like you, Miss Maude. You
were just the same as a child. Whatever
you wanted must be done right off at
once. I forget about those old papers
now, and must run away to the butcher;
but I'll perhaps think what became of
them in a little. I'm afraid, though, they
went to light fires with ;" and with a ma
licious smile the housekeeper turned to go,
(To be continued.)
Claims necord Trip.
Clara A. Grace, an employe of a Lon
don business firm, claims to have made
a record trip from London to New
York and return. She was pledged to
be back in the English, city on a cer
tain day to release her colleagues for
vacation. She made the round trip In
fifteen days. She transacted some im
portant business in New York, remain
ing In the city only twenty-five min
utes. Orlg-lnalltr Needed.
To revive an old style of building,
no matter how well It may be done,
does nothing toadvance the art ot
building. It would at the best be but
a copy of an old work. Painters copy
old masters for the purpose of study,
but copying pictures will never make
a painter's reputation. Something new
must be achieved, some original work
executed, before any advance In art is
possible. So it Is' with architecture.
From the Country House.
Natural Vasranta All of Vu.
There has never been a time when
men did not wander from a desire for
change, a desire to flee from the mo
notony of mere existence. There to
a fever In the blood which drives mnn
to wander, affecting rich and poor
alike, and this Is a factor which no
legislation can ever entirely eliminate
in dealing with the true vagrant elaaa
"Didn't I see him kiss you?"
"Oh,
that was only a trial kiss." Life,
"What did she get first when she
inherited her billion?" "Furs and
chauffeurs," The Bellman.
Hoax Here comes Borlelgh. Do
you know him to speak to? Joax
Not if I see him first Philadelphia
Record.
"I am Jooklng for a fashionable
overcoat." "All right, sir, will you
have It too short or too long?" FUe
gende Blaetter.
Mrs. Hicks My husband has been
Just lovely to me all day. Mrs. Wicks
H'm! What was it yon caught him
doing? Boston Transcript.
She (at the piano) I presume you
are a true lover of niuslc, are you
not? He Yes, I am; but pray don't
stop playing on my account. Judge.
Hawkins) So you sent for a doctor?
Does he think you will be out soon?
Robbins I Imagine bo. He said he
wished I had sent for him sooner.
Puck.
Little Girl What's an Intelligence
office, mamma? Mother It's a plftce
where one goes to find out what
wages cooks are charging. New York
Herald.
She Fred, do you believe that the
pen Is mightier than the sword? He
Well, you never saw anybody sign a
check with a sword, did you?- Illus
trated Bits.
Husband (getting ready for ttie the
ater) My dear, what In the world
are you taking, that newspaper along
for? Wife (coldly) To read between
acts. Life.
Mrs. Youngwlfe What Is the first
question you ask of a maid whom you
think of employing? Mrs. Oldone I
always say first, "Have you ever lived
with me before?" Life.
Recruiting Sergeant Do you know
anything about the drill? Recruit Av
coorse. Didn't Old Jlst tell ye 01
wurked In a quarry these folve year
past? Philadelphia Record.
"Uncle Jack, mother says you're ill,
so I thought I'd like to come and talk
to you a bit." "That's kind of you."
"Will there be a band to play the
Dead March at your funeral?" Ally
Sloper.
Indulgent Pnpa Why, my dear, you
had a party last month. How often
do you wish to entertain your friends?
She This one Is not to entertain my
friends pupa, but to snub my enemies.
Life. X w V
"For goodness' sake.
so sad?'' "The c
Isn't the worst)
her the recIpe-bou"KralJ the'
John's lnafher used to makFTlfrook-
lyn Life. "t
Foud Mother Tommy, darling, this
Is your birthday ! What would you
like to do? Tommy, Darling (after a
moment's reflection) I think I should
enjoy seeing the baby spanked 1
Paris Figaro.
He (calling) I'm here promptly,
Miss Fannie. She Yes, Mr. Staylate.
He I never like to keep people wait
ing. She (significantly) Waiting for
you to come, you mean, of course.
Washington Post.
"If I went out in a small boat," said
the teacher, "and the owner knew It
was leaking, and I got drowned, what
would that be?" After a few minutes'
silence a little boy stood up and said:
"A holiday, sir!" Catholic Newt..
"Ma," said a newspaper man's son,
'I know why editors call themselves
'we.'" "Why?" "So's the mnn that
doesn't like the article will think there
are too many people for him to
tackle." Christiun Work and Evar.ge-
list.
Englishman You aw live in Cali
fornia, I believe? American Yes, sir;
San Francisco Is my home. English
man Quite so. Ah, I presume you
frequently come In contact with my
friends, the Courtneys, in Arizonah
on adjoining State, I believe? Hur
pcr's Bazar.
Citizen What'li you charge me, Un
cle Rustus, to curt away thut pile of
stone? Uncle Rustus About two dol
lahs, sail. Citizen Isu't that very
high? Uncle Rustus Yes, sah, Jes' fo'
cahtln' away the stone, but I got ter
hire a man to h'ep me holiness de
mule. Harper's Bnzur.
"I hope you were a good little boj
while at your aunt's ami didn't tell
any stories," said his mother. "Only
the one you put me up to, ma," re
plied her young hopeful. "Why, what
do you mean, child?'1 "When she ask
ed me If I'd like to have a second
piece of cake I said, 'No, thank you;
I've had enough'."
freVRDONS GOEBEL SUSPECTS.
Got. Wlllaoa Give t'lomener to Me
Indicted tor Old Crime.
The Issuance by Gov. Wlllson of
Kentucky of pardons to W. S. Taylor,
ex-Governor, Charles FInley, ex-Secre
tary of State, and other persons In
dicted for complicity In the murder of
William Goebel writes the final chap
ter in the story of a remarkable po
litical tragedy. It terminates the ef
fort on the part of the State authorities
to solve the mystery of a crime which
has left a deep Imprint on Kentucky
life.
The murder of William Goebel took
place on Jan. 80, 1900, when Kentucky
was on a verge of an Internecine con
filet over the outcome of a hotly-contested
election between William Goebel,
Democrat, and Wl'JIhin S. Taylor, Re
publican. Taylor was elected by many
thousands. Goebel contested the elec
tion vigorously. An appeal to a Demo
cratic election board proved unavailing;
As a lost resort, Goelel moved to havo
FOBMEB OOVEBNOB TAYLOR.
the Legislature unseat Taylor and his
colleagues. During the ensuing excite
ment, while hundreds of mountain men
were In Frankfort, Goebel was shot
The next day, by direction of the Legis
lature, William Goebel on his death
bed was sworn, in as Governor and J.
C. W. Beckham took the oath as Lieu
tenant Governor, fhen during the in
vestigation of the murder that followed
W. S. Taylor, Charles Finley, his Sec
retary of State, and the rest of his ac
tive partisans were obliged to flee.
Caleb Powers was arrested in con
nection with the crime, and was four
times convicted for the murder, but
Just as often the Judgment was re--versed,
till he was Anally pardoned
Inst year by the Governor.
Taylor fonnd an asyluih In Indiana
since hlr flight.. One after another of
tll-4oljft.lovernors li
tkasV4jp, andhe has been able to
V-- In Kentucky. Mean-
Vatic, majority in Ken-
3m Governor, and Mr.
' I R&,m ..nTwag the candidate for
Lleiitena.BtJSovern8r on the ticket with
William Goebel. was first chosen by the
Legislature, and afterward elected by
the people chief magistrate.
Beside the pardons Issued to Tay
lor nnd FInley, Gov. Wlllson exercised
executive clemency in the cases of
John Powers, brother of Caleb Powers,
who Is believed to be In Honduras, to
Holland Whlttaker of Baker County,
John Davis of Louisville and Seach
Steele of Bell County, who did not fleo
the State.
Too Well-Done.
Mrs. Ellphalet Howe of Centervllle
had never encountered "Hamlet," either
In the pursuit of literature or on the
stage, up to the time of her first visit
to her Boston niece. On thut occasion
she was taken by the niece and her
husband to see a performance of the
play.
"How did you like It, Aunt Jane?"
asked her nephew-ln-law, as he piloted
the old lady up the aisle by her elbow,
when the performance was over.
"If that's what you call a 'play,' I call
It hnrd work!" said Aunt Jane, Indlg
nnntly. "How you and Nettle can sit
calm in your seats and see such heart
less doings Is beyond nie!
"Why, that Hamlet man looked so
sick I shouldn't have heen surprised if
ho hadn't lived to finish out his talk
ing." And by the expression of those
other folks, I'll venture to say they
felt the snme.o a
"I had my smelling salts all ready in
case o' need from the first minute he
came on to the platform !"
Wasted Energy,
"Nursln a grouch," sund Uncle Bben,
"Is like negelctlu' de flowers an' veg
etables an' puttln' In yoh time teudlu'
de wee8." Washington Star.
New Word tor Carriages.
The French have a new word for car
riages drawn by horses. They are "hip
pomoblles." The Importance of a really impor
tant man doesn't show on the surface
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