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

any Lnlng tnat disturbed It's owner.
lie looked very strange that after
noon-as if a great sorrow, great
disappointment, were weighing him
down. She could almost fancy that
bis dear patient face had become more
lined, and his hair a streak or two
more gray, since she had gone mar
keting to Greymoor. She should be
glad to listen to all that had disturb
ed his equanimity, and then she
would tell him something in re-
turn, to bring the smiles back to him.
When they were taking tea togeth-
er, and she was sitting opposite, the
fairest and best Of tea-makers, he
said.
"Did you meet any body this after
noon %
eyes, I seemed to meet every body
in Greymoor.''
'Did you meet Mr.. Trustworth %
'To be sure. And what do you
think?" she cried, laughing very
pleasantly, and clapping her handsto-
gether as she spoke-"what do you
really think that he said to me?'
IL think that can guess. He
asked you to marry him."
"Why, who told you ?"
'He' came here first Of all with his
proposition, Grace, and I referred him
to you, knowing what answer he was
sure to receive" ~
"Then it is he who has been troub-
ling you?''
Il suppose I must say it isl re-
| piled Wrayford ; "and yet what was
there to trouble myself about, after
all? What did you say to him p
'That I was very much fattered by
his preference, but that I had no
thought Of marrying at present; and
limited, as delicately as I could to
man who requires strong hints to i'm
press him, that under any circumstan-
ces it was not probable I should
marry Robert Trustworth."
"What did he say, Grace?"
"He was very much offended, but
he told me that should think better
of it,
Guardian and ward both laughed at
this-the guardian rubbing his hands
| together in his excitement.
| "Theres an end to poor Trust
worth's dreaming,;' he said; "and I
feel for the man in my way, for I
think he was sure of you, and thought
it impossible that SO influential a be-
ing in the parish should be so sum-
| marily set on one side. I dare say he
has his feelings, Grace, and will be
very sorry in his way-in his own
heart, as it were.'
"Why should he be sorry?" asked
Grace.
"He has built his hopes on you;
he said this afternoon that he had
been watching you grow up to woman
hood-waiting and watching thus.
and hoping, year by year, that you
would keep good and turn to him at
last"
"Why, Guardian, is this really
you?' she cried.
"Really myself: Why not?" he
asked.
"You are arguing in defense Of
one whom I am sure you dislike"
she said, "and pleading his cause, as
if you thought it would be a good
thing for me to marry that cross, evil
looking man.
mo, no, don't think that, he said,
hurriedly. "What was I saying?
God bless me, child, I would not have
I you marry him for the world d!''
Robert Trustworth, Of all men!'
she cried, little Indignantly, "who
has not spoken to me twenty times in
his life, and has always been cruel
and hard-who never gave a kind
word to a living soul, and at whose
past life and deeds men shake their
heads and whisper to each other.
The idea is horror to me-"
/ "Qute light. 1t is a horror to
me.'
:: "And yet"
"And yet I am thinking of his dis
appointment. True-forgetting that
he was man not likely to .grieve.
Not man who has understood you,
known your worth, seen you grow up
day by day under his own eyes,
a bright lovable thing for the heart
to cherish, and pray and hope for, as
some good folk here and there pray
for heaven, Grace
"No-his was not love like that"
she answered, very thoughtfully.
He glanced eagerly across the ta-
BILE at her, and she looked across and
smiled at him. What a load that
smile took from his aching heart!
"Still we will not make fun of
) Trusty Bob, as I have heard Trust
, worth called before this" said Wray-
, ford; "no man asks woman to mar
ry him without some respect in his
heart toward her-and he has riches
fGrace"
"Yes-he is rich.'
my theory is, that no man has a
right to ask woman to become his
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