The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-11-03

been vofse than he. don't ask you
to trust him, SIR. only ask leave 20
trust him myself. ! am sure he Will
prove deserving of confidence.
Old Mr.. Grinby took ont his snutf-
box, and looked at Mr.. Morris.
i've noticed the lads eye; its
good one." said MIR. Morris.
Its a risk" said Mr.Grinby, but
we'll consider.
And / suppose the result was what
Young Grinbv wanted, for little Ben
Wade c.me to as the next Monday.
Now he was clean and whole, be
didn's look so bad, and good food aud
no abuse made a difference in him IN
a week.
Ina month or so people stopped
predicting that young Grinby would
repent some day; and 10 a year don {
think there was one IN the office who
didn't love that boy So grateful, and
so trust worthy, and = ready to do
everything for every oG& Young MIR.
Grinby had him taught, and we'll
taught too. The LIGHTNING calculator
might beat him. but [ doubt It; and L
never knew that lad to forget to dot
his is or cross his t's, In all ny &C
quaintance with him after he bad
learned to write at all
At twenty he was one of the best
clerks 10 our establishment. besides
being as fine looking young fellow
az one would wish 10 see Ga the
whole / did not wonder that Miss
Lucy Evans took a fancy to him-a
sister, sir, of one OF the young fellows
at our place, and girl who looked
like a queen, and was as good as she
vas handsome.
/ used to meet them walking on the
battery where lovers used to walk IN
those days. He was go fond and proud
of her, and she had such q tender way
of looking at him. that they made my
old heart young again, as | often told
Mrs. HUMPHREYS, to whom L always
oonfide everything. Aud how he rev.
erenced her, why ribbon, or a faded
flower, that she had worn, were cher
ished by him as miser cherishes his
gold.
At last he told me IN confidence
for her name was sacred and not to be
spoken before every 0ne-that they
were to be married.
And when look back, sir. said
he, ,snd remember the miserable
years of my wretched childhood. and
think how frIendlcss and fOrlorn | was
and how there was nothing before me
but prison or the gallows, and think
that now | have everything to make
mans life blessed-the power to win
a respectable livelihood by reputable
labor, the respect of honest men, and
the love of such a girl as LUCY can
never be too grateful to the kind
friend who saved me from a life |
dare not contemplate God bless Mr..
Grinbyl" said he, lifting his hat rev.
erently as he might in church and
there was prayer in his dark eyes as
he looked upward.
Those were the last words | ever
heard him speak except Good night
All, dear me, it should have been
goodbye. Ten minutes after / went
one way and he the other. took my
way home, and he, as it seemed after
ward, walked just two blocks and then
came back here. ct twelve O'Clock
that night / awoke Mrs Humphries.
My dear" said |, Il must have
had the nightmare or something"
Goodness" said she, lit seems so.
Your hands are like ice. What gave
it to you, love? The lobster, III be
bound"
Perhaps" said /. Il admit l ate
hearty supper And nothing else
could make me fancy young Wade at
my bedside, white as a ghost, with
both hands on my breast.
''Ah, but the night mare is always
black, not white" said my wife. And
then she went to little cupboard and
brought me a glass of wine. After
that went to sleep again. e. Z
CONCLUDED TOMORROW