ld trust a boy to any work or station,
feeling that in the workman would be securely lodged himself.

Even more than she suspected, Josephine had been moved by the secret
Paul had confided to her--of Scheffer's new ambition. No new ambition
was it, she could testify. In the fulness of time the bud had come to
flower, and on the same stem fair fruits were ripening.

And now, it was he who would relieve her of the anxiety she felt on
Cromwell's behalf. She kept these things in her heart.

IV.

Cromwell strolled into Scheffer's shop within the week. When Scheffer
saw him coming, he satisfied himself at a glance that the visit was an
unsuggested one.

There was only one other person in the world whose appearance within his
doors could so much disturb the master of the place as Harry Cromwell's.
That one was Josephine. Let _her_ but come, and it was a day indeed.

But the disturbance created by her presence was very different from that
excited by the entrance of this student. He, inadvertently, or
otherwise, and it mattered not which, set Scheffer's heart into such a
fume of jealousy, as perhaps the heart of philosopher never knew before.
For, it was generally supposed among those who were interested in the
affairs transacted on the point of space occupied by these people, that
Cromwell's ambition was less undefined than that of young men generally.
In short, that he was already, though alone in the world, burdened in
mind with family cares--looking upon himself, even then, as the oldest
son of the widow Mitchell.

He had said frankly, that he could not afford to give so much of his
life to preparatory study as would be required if he chose any one of
the professions open to him. He must go to work in some direction where
the rewards of labor were sooner obtained.

When Cromwell came into the shop, August advanced to wait upon him.
Cromwell was in a cheerful mood. He stretched his hand across the
counter, and shook hands with his old acquaintance, as if he were
thinking of days when the little white house of Daniel Scheffer stood
between two cottages, occupied respectively by families of equal poverty
and condition--the Cromwells and the Mitchells.

It wasn't often that they met in these days, he said; and he looked
about him with a sort of surprise not disagreeable to Scheffer, for
there was nothing offensive in it. Scheffer was always ready to make
allowance for the little vanities and weaknesses of others. He