Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1871-08-23

HrSl Waler-lne SKY was piue viii Inc
dazzling, wonderful blueness that you
only see when the thermometer is close
down to zero, and Talbot st. John,
guiding his blood-horses down the
crowded thoroughfare, felt the thor
ough enjoyment of living that makes
life the sweetest of all luxuries.
''Halloa ~
He reined up with an abruptness
that brought the smoking horses on
their launches.
"Grant Whyman . old fellow! come
for a drivel It's the luckiest thing
that happened to meet you.''
"Mr. St. John -
Poor fellow how keenly he felt his
own shabbiness at that moment, as the
dashing young Southerner leaned from
his stylish turnout, with cordial ex-
tended hand.
"Come-in with you, and Wen take
a turn or two in the Park.
Il cannot, Talbot-my time is not
my own"
mot, your own? What do you
mean 2"
'.Perhaps you have forgotten-per-
haps yon have not heard" said Why
man, speaking hurriedly and confused,
''that We are very much reduced. l
i am clerk in trimming store,
at ten dollars a week
Indeed ? and what then p
"You never were worldly, Talbot, -
said the young man, smiling sadly ;
''you don't argue Ike the rest of the
world that our social disparity
''Social humbug.. - calculated Tai
bot, impatiently jerking the rein.
Jump in, Grant-my horses won't t
stand !"
;'It is quite impossible, Talbot; my
employer
''You're as pale as sheet-blanch-
ed, just like stick of celery. Where
is your place p Whyman felt himself
crimsoning again, as he named an OBJ
scure street where Hcheap goods" were
sold at cheap rates.
"Well drive there
Grant Whyman found himself, he
scarce knew how, costly established
among the red velvet cushions by his
friends side, while St. John called out
to the outside servant to stop them at
the address his friend had so reluctant
ly named. Johnson stared supercil-
iously.
''Well, if 1 haint hcvcry bit as good
as shop-boyr p he muttered between
his teeth. but Mr.. st. John was al,
ways hodder than Dicks 'at-band -
''What are you going to do with me,
Talbot ?" asked Whyman, as his friend
drew up in front of the tawdrily-dres.
sed windows of the second-ratc trim
ming store.
I'm going to send you to the Park
for drive-you look as if you were
in the first stage of galloping con.
SUMPTION
"Whyman smiled sadly.
You are very kind, but it is quits
impossible, Talbot
Yet St. John knew in the very tone;
of his voice how the poor young MAI
yearned after the forbidden draught o.
sunshine, and exhilarating air, and de.
licious arrowy motion. He made nc
answer, but threw the reins to johnson
and walked boldly into the store.
sQuite out of the question, sir
quite" said the hooked-nosed proprie
tor of poor Grant Whyman's time
Couldn't spare one of our young men
not if Queen Victoria was to como
here after hints entirely against
the rules.
Talbot St. John spoke to him in {
low voice. That hot-blooded youne
Southerner was accustomed to having
his own way-and intended to make
no exception in this instance. And the
proprictor's face frightened in thc
CLEAN of golden reasons
Certainly, sir-by all means. L
Mr.. Whyman wishes to be absent al
| hour or two"
''Hold your tongue" :" interrupted St
John, stormingly. "Whyman must
know nothing of our little busines.
transaction. | shall take his place be-
hind your counter, if you please -
The kook-nose man of ribbons bow.
ed and rubbed his hands fawningly.
Grant Whyman could scarcely believe
his own eyes when he saw the young