The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-08-05

on by, and she can 60, and that for
herV he cried, swapping his fingers
in the air.
"That's sensible way Of putting
it," said Wrayford, his eyes turning
again wistfullY toward the long rows
Of figures before him. The spell was
very strong upon him then, for Trust
| worth might have been a dream-ig-
ure, after the first signs of passion
had exhibited themselves. He was
conscious that Trustworth was abus-
ing him and his ward, demanding his
rent, and threatening a distress war
rant; he was even certain that the
master-fsherman had sworn q big
oath that there should be brokers in
the house before twenty-four hours
had passed; but he was dreaming on
still, and trying to CHECK the torrent
of rage by absent little monosylla-
bles.
Suddenly he woke up to life, and
startled his irate landlord. He rose
to his feet with percipitancy that
would have alarmed most people, he
upset his desk on the gravel, and
| glared before him with his two hands
full of papers, shaking violently:
"Ha VI see it,"
"See it!-see what?" cried Trust.
worth, taken off his guard, and turn.
ing round and round. us it any.
thing aliver'
II see it all-all which has 80 lon
baaled met and there is fortune.
glorious fortune, within a stones.
throw. The new color, man, is mine
I'm sure of it! I'll call it Wray.
fordine; 1'll-don't stop me; don't
stand in my way; let me get up tc
the Nest.'
| He rushed past Robert Trustworth
and along the garden path, into the
house, tossing his arms wildly in the
air, and needing not his broken desk
and the chaos which had followed it!
disruption. Trustworth looked aftel
him, and rubbed his temples vigorous
ly.
"He's quite mad. His troubles
have done it at last, and serve hin
right too! He's as mad as his ward
who doesn't know what chance sh
has lost, the stuck-up chit p
Meanwhile Abel Wrayford was il
his study, mixing, compounding, bust
ling about with nervous hands, run
; ming to and fro from the furnace t.
several glass saucers upon the table
fitting the contents of one into anoth
er, measuring off certain liquids int
} vials with accuracy, despite hi
} shaking hands, finally finishing hi
!: labors with yell of triumph whic
it was as we'll that his friends did nc
hear.
> "Successful successful at last !!
! he cried. 1T will bring-it mus
l. bring fortune to Grace and me
The new color is q fact-born Q
Heaven, one of Heavens gifts to m
J this lucky day"
An odd man was Abel Wrayford
for he was thankful one. Few
philosophers would have knelt dow
and thanked God for the discovery
but he did, before he repaired to hi
: parlor more composed, although YER
r nervous still, to communicate tn
t glad tidings unto Grace. She We
not in the parlor, but she was advan'
! ing toward him, though his eyes ha
l not seen her yet. She was close VI
on him, and Victor Dufoy was by he
j. side, his arm around her waist, hi
t handsome face looking down int
hers, as his lips discoursed the ell
quence of love-ofa passion whic
had o'ermastered prudence, and lea]
f ed over all conventionalities in tn
: parting which was close upon them.
= They we're coming on together, flu
of love for and of trust in one anotl
er, forgetful, perhaps of all th
: world beside themselves-even {
t Abel Wray6ord waiting for the
T. coming.
The chemist Of Greymoor sa
0 them finally, and the light which ha
}, fingered on his face suddenly an
strangely died away. There were p
d pers in his hands, but they auttere
a from his grasp to the ground, and th
hands wandered restlessly to his hear
y to his neckcloth, which he loosene
q as though sense of suffocation We
a creeping upon him, to which he mu
+ succumb. The old triumphant wort
+ hovered on his lips still, but with
s bitter, sarcastic meaning, which WI
= the whisper of a terrible despair:
"Successful successful at lastW
CHAPTER vi.
ri DISAPPOINTMENT.
!, When Victor had left Abel Wra