.
But, as it was, no fire of love melted the natural perverseness
inherited by the children, and they grew up, cherishing mutual
antagonism, and gradually coming to regard their parents only as
persons with power to thwart their inclinations, or as possessing the
means of gratifying their desires.

With all his wealth, how few were the real sources of happiness
possessed by Jasper! Pressed down with anxiety about the future,
and forced to toil beyond his strength, how many of life's truest
blessings were poured into the lap of Edward Claire!

The sleep of the poor clerk, that night, was sound and refreshing. The
merchant tossed to and fro on his pillow until long after the midnight
watches advanced upon the morning; and then, when wearied nature
claimed her due, he slept only for brief periods, continually startled
by frightful dreams.

At an early hour next day, he called upon Grind, who was still his
legal adviser.

"Have you seen Martin?" he asked the moment he entered the office.

"Martin! Surely he is not in the city!" returned Grind evasively.

"He surely is," said Jasper, fretfully.

"Martin. Where in the world did he come from? I thought him somewhere
in the neighbourhood of the Rocky Mountains. What does he want?

"No good, of course."

"That may be said safely. Have you seen him?"

"Yes."

"When? This morning?"

"No; he called at my house last night."

"Called last night! What did he want?"

"Ten thousand dollars," replied Jasper.

"Ten thousand dollars!!" The lawyer's well-feigned surprise completed
the deception practised upon Jasper. He did not, for an instant,
suspect collusion between him and Martin.

"Yes; he very coolly proposed that I should lend him that sum, enable
him to carry on some lead-mining operations in the west."

"Preposterous!"

"So I told him."

"Well, what did he say?"

"Oh, he blustered, and made covert threats of exposure, of course."

"The scoundrel!" said Grind, fiercely.

"He's a villain double-dyed. I have never ceased to regret that we
brought him into this business. We should have had a man of better
spirit--of a nicer sense of honour."

"Yes, Mr. Jasper, that is true enough," replied Grind; "but the
mischief is, your men of nicer honour are too squeamish for the kind
of work in which we employed him. This is the defect in all such
operations. Men cannot be thoroughly trusted."

The merchant sighed. He felt too deeply the force of Grind's remark.