Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1857-02-17

-; "O~1S NeA y tlG hUtttu IOt nave
wounded her sensitive nature by letting
her see him watching her, for worlds
=" What a suffering angel it IS" he said,
" she deserves a better fate"
In the room below, Mr.. Trueworthv
Grip was earnestly engaged in taking a
mental inventory of its contents. His
little eyes, as they passed from object to
object, appraising every piece Of furniture
IN turn, with the accuracy Of an auction
eer; glistened with entire satisfaction as
the fact presented itselr-she was very
poor.
not even bit Of vanity, she must be
pauper poor to want that; so much the
better, 50 much the better. From hard
hickory to rosewood and velvet-from this
to the chamber of my lady pride will be
change indeed" And as the thought Of
the false woman he had loved arose. a
scowl of the most deadly, undying hate
sat upon his features. Her work basket
was on the table, and he tossed orer the
contents in careless investigation; a scrap
Of poetry, taken from a newspaper, he
took up and dropped with a sneer; her
thimble he tried to force on his large bon
ed, skinny fingers, and then looked cur
iously on is dimunitive size. Standing
with his back to the stove. he ran over a
second valuation which resulted quite as
satisfactory as the first. There was an
uncertain noise defending the stairs, the
door was opened and the object of his
searcL entered, stopped at sight Of a stran-
+ ger, looked surprised, and pale, and bow
ed. He stood trying with his worldly art
. 70 search her young heart through the
glass Of her face, for that soft metal in
her nature he sought to mold from. He
had prepared himself 70 meet with some
thing Interesting, but her presence awed
him.
To whom am I iudebted-?"
Her low sweet voice recalls him to the
practical
Yes, yes, I had forgotten. Miss Wylde2"
Beca bowed. Trueworthy Grip, at your
service. A friend Of your grandfather's."
Beca closed the door. Ceremony re-
quires IluIe Of an old man like me, more
than the claims Of such old ties as intro
duction to a young lady, hope"
Kindred to me IS almost al unknown
tie" Beca tim;dly replies. "De seat
ed SIR
It was 50 sad a sight, that young, fair,
manned Girl, moving about with now and
then a flush Of pain. that, if he had been
a devil, he must have pitiad her. But the
one venerable spot in his nature was in
truth strongly touched, and he could not
resist the gesture to assist her, which she
with a smile declined.
"I hope you do not suGer?" he asked.
not now, not much, though the time
has leenwhen have been wicked enough
to pray for death"
4 life must be hard to bear which
the Young wish spent;-for the old, for
such as me-
My short life has known little happi-
ness, sir; but YOU wish to speak with me, .
/ There is a dignity in this which repels
iuquisitiveness, and demands his purpose
/ there.
Right, quite right. Wish to speak
+ certainly" While she looks fairly at him
as he is speaking, he IS addressing the
coal with his eyes. Miss Wylde, l ar
an ola man as you see alone IN the world
without a tie, and wanting one to cling to:
[ have sought you out. Am understood 2
Beca agitated, begs him to go on.
4 was your grandfather's friend, hi:
partner, his relative"
.Your name is" She is try.ne
I 10 remember something.
Grip, Trueworthy Grip"
Grip, it is familiar, and yet there !:
something which l cannot remember; yoJ
were NOT my fathers friend; IS not tha
Iitg"
Mr.. Grip thinks It safer to lid-screer
his eyes, He thought me 50, but poo
John, he thought the world his enemy
/ Poor john
Had this been spoken coarseIy, sho
would have resented it; whatever he wa
if alive, though dead to her, and had been
: he was her father still, but Grip touching
the keys Of her nature skilIfuIly as h,
went On, said this in such an affectionat,
compassion as made her feel more keen
Iy the neglect of him who should havt
been her protector. She sobbed bitterly.