The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-07-29

to any thing but grief; and then look
at me, sound and prospe rous, and say
who's got on best in the world p he
would say at times, asaif Abel Wray-
ford preyed upon his mind, or the
airs and graces to which be had re-
ferred had, at one time or another,
Jared upon his susceptibilities. Be
this as it may, certain it was that he
did not like Abel Wrayford, and
even envied him the good name of the
village, and the respect which his
contemporaries paid him and certain
it was, also, that, as dislike breeds
dislike, so Abel Wrayford did not
love Robert Trustworth, or admire
that kind of plain-speaking which
Trustworth called his frankness, and
Wrayford, in excited moments, his
Internal impudence.
Therefore, after the rent was paid
that morning, Mr.. Wrayford seemed
waiting a little anxiously for the pleas
ure of wishing Mr.. Robert Trustworth
good-afternoon. But Robert Trust
worth was not disposed, upon that
particular afternoon, to depart upon
his way; he sat with his back to the
window, taking up, with his broad,
burly form, all the light which Mr..
Wrayford wanted for himself, and
staring stolidly at the chemist.
"You're doing pretty well, I s'pose?"
he said at last.
Eyes, pretty WE'LL" was the laconic
answer.
"Any thing new?'
Nothing new," was the reply.
"Ah 2"
Mr.. Wrayford fidgeted with the
papers on his desk, and made no at
tempt to lead the conversation.
Trustworth continued to stare in a
very extraordinary manner at his
tenant.
Flows Grace ?" he jerked forth,
suddenly.
"Who ?'inquired Abel.
"Grace Edmonds-your ward as is
you know"
"Oh, she is pretty we'll, thank you"
Ma. Wrayford knit his brows lit
tie as he replied. He did not relish
the allusion, or the friendly manner
in which Trustworth had mentioned
his wards name
''And that furrin chap-he IS about
still ?"
eyes. He is my assistant"
'Ah, solve heard" said Trust
worth, carelessly. II s'pose you look
after him and her a bit p
"What the devil do you mean by
that ?"
Wrayford lost his temper at this
last question Of the master-fsherman,
and showed that he lost his temper,
too, by the strange, sharp expression
of his features. He felt himself in
suited, and he was quick to betray
the disagreeable impression which
Trustworth had created.
II should, if I were in your place
AS dooty-and a doubt. Them
French chaps are alters full of their
monkey-tricks, you know"
Il don't know"
"He's young, and she's young; and
though she ought to look above him,
still there's no telling what is likely to
get into woman's head. But she's a
nice gal, mind you."
"Do you mind getting little more
out Of the light ?" asked Abel Wray
ford, setting himself to his desk. II
am pressed for time tonight, Mr.
Trustworth, and have long paper to
finish"
II sha'n't keep you much longer
Look'ee here"
Wrayford looked at his tormentor
who had suddenly begun to clinch hi
fist, and to hammer at the broad horny
palm of his left hand.
"Well, I'm looking"
II don't think any harm Of you1
ward, and lots of what's good"
i us it any particular business o
yours?"
eyes, for I'm interested in her."
"Thank your" answered Wrayford
Interested in her more than yo,
thinks, old man."
"Confo@go on! What have 20,
to say, Robert Trustworth, that yor
worry me like this?" cried Wrayford
"Has any thing happened? Hav'
you any bad news for me2
"Bad news?-no, I amt.
'Then for Heavens sake, get ava,
to your fish, and leave me to m,
} work."
II amt got no fish. to go to-" sait
Trustworth, surlily, "till I sails ou
with the moon tonight. I want t.
talk to you about your ward. like
her."
"Eh?
Il say I likes her, shouted Trus,
worth. l spose that's English, an
you're not any deafer than usual
. Wrayford. Oh, she knows it we
enough, and you ought to know
> too. if you had any eyes for any thin
save that silly work of yourn. Nv
: liked her from a child; and as she