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Guly bowed, and knelt beside his dusky friend; and as he prayed, the great white tears rolled over Jeff's cheeks, and fell down on the box by which he was kneeling. The prayer was ended and Jeff rose to go. "Good night, Jeff," said Guly, holding out his hand. "Good night, young Massar; God forever bress your heart."
Steps were now heard upon the stairs, and Wilkins, followed by Guly, came down into the store, the latter looking pale, and half-sick, from the previous night of lonely and anxious vigils. Wilkins passed Arthur with a cheerful "good morning," and Guly advanced to his side, trying to smile; but the attempt was futile, and he gained his side, and took his hand, silently.
"I'm sure I've done nothing to burden either, Gulian," returned Arthur, somewhat impatiently. "You must remember I am several years older than you are, and am expected to act differently from a mere boy like yourself." "Did you remember that yesterday was your twenty-first birthday?" inquired Guly, quietly. "No!" said Arthur, with a slight start; "and your sixteenth birthday was last Monday!
Wilkins very cordially assented, and Guly mounted the winding stairs slowly and thoughtfully, pushed open the old door at the head of the staircase, which was covered with the big-lettered advertisements, and stood before his sleeping brother. The bar was drawn back; and, fully dressed, Arthur lay upon the humble bed.
He opened his eyes, turned heavily, and instantly became aware that the golden head no longer nestled on his bosom. Alarmed, he sprang to his feet in an instant, wide awake. He reached for the lamp, but found it gone; and, with nothing but a lighted match in his hand, he started out to look for Guly.
With an effort, Arthur managed to pick himself up, and slunk away into the shadows, leaving Blanche with her defenders. From that night the bonds of sympathy were broken between the brothers; and each trod his chosen path almost unheeded by the other. "Tell me, Blanche," said Guly, as, rejoining Minny, they proceeded to her grandfather's house, "how this happened.
Wilkins, be kind enough to mark my salary thirty-five dollars less, if you please." Mr. Delancey had carried on his part of the conversation in so loud a tone, that it was audible to a number, who were not too busy with their own affairs to pay heed to it; but Guly felt deeply chagrined to observe, as Mr.
"Don't," said Guly, earnestly, "don't be led into such folly, Arthur. Come, let's go back to the store." "Not till you have tried your luck once," said Clinton, persuasively; "come, it is but a trifle if you lose it, and think of the chance you run." "I've left my purse at home," said Arthur, blushing at the falsehood he stooped to utter; "I would really like to join, but can't to-night, really."
Clinton which Guly saw to dread, as a companion for his brother; and, at their first recognition, he was assured it was one of Arthur's yesterday acquaintances, and felt a pang of disappointment at not seeing him differently received by his brother. "Where are you strolling?" asked Mr. Clinton, breaking a pause, which had followed Guly's cool reception of himself.
"It is me, Guly," returned Wilkins, in a low voice. "You! and you come without him?" "I come alone, Guly." "And has anything happened oh! do not keep it from me! Is Arthur hurt? What brings you here, Wilkins, if it is not that?" "I came here, Guly, with my own troubled heart, to look upon you as you slept, and to go away happier. I have no news, either good or bad, of poor Arthur."
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