The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-08-26

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pinch; and the pinch has come now,
By all that's holy; and men must
live. st., ~ sssfs 31}},.sa!5 31}}.sa Z &
Il do not see the necessity said
Abel Wrayford contemptuo uously.
The chemist Of Greynoor had re-
covered himself, and had realized the
danger in which he was placed.
There was : villainous plot against
him; those men would not have
forced themselves into his house and
confronted him in this, manner had
they not matnred some cunning
scheme by which he was to suffer.
They had taken advantage Of his
lonely existence at last to profit by it,
and the desperate men at Greymoor,
in whom he had not believed until to-
night, were about him in that house,
It was a question Of robbery or Of ex:
tortion:; and he must hold his ground
as well As he conld against them, Or,
seeing thh helplessness Of his position.
give in to their demands, lift were
possible. ~ 'ss.s E Ssss,' 49,. q ','>"@'' :.
1--WE must ive," !" said Trustworth,
in q louder voice, and one man must
not have ell the good things to his.
self: You can't lord it over all Of us
like this, when there's lots Of us don't
know which way to turn for a bit of
bread or . drop to drink: We won't
have it no more without q fight for. it
:; we're druv wild Look at my
friend BILL e. ,>.-S-E ;": : -
E. E. Wrayford looked in the direction.
which Trustworth had indicated, and
saw in Bill : broad:faoed, big whisk,
cred, scowling vagabond. '-'s:. ~ -
There's man with nine, children
starving. He's druv :tosit with me-
How much money do you:want r..
asked W1ayford. aBe moderate in
your demands, gentlemen, for I have
not much in the house." ,;:-s.-e 7
eve know that. But you keep a
banker" said Trustworth, with low
cunning; .:just IS I did once, before
the beggar bust up with 'arf my mon
ey-cuss him!..s And if you write US
out a check, one Of US will stop to
cash it while the others takes you out
to sea until the moneys paid" -.
"Out to seat" muttered Abel
Wrayford. !: $3.50 Sr:<..
"And if there's a trick, and our
pail gets into trouble. "2said Bill, sud-
denly, in the hoarsest Of voices. I'VE
sha'n't stand nice about dropping you
overheard; and if all's square, why
we'll land you in good time" 5@. 8.
s"No, that will not do" ss, :
"But it must do, Mister Wray-
ford,'' said Bill, who suddenly as:
suned the part Of principal spokes-
man; ".and you must come with us
tonight We amt children; we
amt all like Bob Trustworth, chick
en- 'arted, when the drink is. out Of
him, and we've done rougher work
than carrying off an old man like
you for sea-voyage."
"Who the devil are you calling an
old man?' said Wrayford, testify.
In the midst Of his danger he OBJ
jected with all his force to the appel
lation. It was the title of "Old
Wrayford" which had first suggested
to Grace what a kind father he was
to her!
''Mister Wrayford-if you like it
better. said Bill; land that's our
mind, you see, to take you of: I
don'tsee any safer way, myself"
.,"And the sooner the BETTER" added
the man who had not spoken yet.
Wrayford looked at the third
speaker. attentively, and recognized
in him q man who had been impris-
oned some years since for his share in
wrecking q schooner with false lights.
From these men there was no mercy
to be gained; they had matured their
plans, and he had been the object Of
much plotting; which at last had
found its opportunity. ~ The dark
night was against him !; the wind and
rain were allies in these desperate
mems favor-his5 own voluntary isola-
ton had brought about his peril. 81
may i,,, IS we'll Be frank with you,' y
said Wrayford, ooolly. II have not
9 !: heavy balance at ny bankers q q
present." -.
u, Il s don't aa'i believe it" cried Trust
worth, ....,.I.,.
IT have money in the Bank Of Eng
land-money sunk in land, lent OF
mortgages-but not much money
that can be drawn at sight. My: bal
ance is less than usual, owing to ex
periments which I have been carry
ing OUT >>~. o. ~
! "Wot's your balance" asked
Trustworth. "Leave this to, me, Bill
.I-you've never knowed much abou
money-matters.ns j. @,s.-*. ~ ~
my balance is not more than I
hundred pounds at present" ~-.
Trustworth swore; violently at thi
statement, which he told Wrayfor,
was q lie-a big lie, which -woul,
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