"Always yourself!" repeated his father, bitterly. "You have no feeling for me. All your anxiety is for yourself." "I never pretended to be an affectionate son," said Jasper, coolly. "It's my belief that you've mismanaged this matter somewhat. You'd better have left it in my hands." "I did the best I could, but Gilbert is sharp and no baby. You might know that from the way in which he tamed Bucephalus." "I wish the brute had broken his neck." "I don't know," said James Grey, slowly. "I believe Heaven is on his side, and we can't fight against Heaven." "Perhaps you are content to be a beggar. I am not." "We are not beggars. Your cousin leaves us ten thousand dollars, and assures us an annual income of two thousand dollars." "That is not bad," said Jasper, with a sigh of relief. "I hope you don't mean to stay in this dull hole." "No, it would be disagreeable. When money matters are fairly settled, I propose that we shall leave the country, and settle in Europe." Jasper's eyes sparkled. "The most sensible thing you could decide upon, father. It isn't so bad after all. We can live comfortably on our income abroad." "Not as we have done." "I don't care. I shall get out of this hole, and this life." A month later Jasper and his father sailed for Europe. They are still living there--not happily, for Jasper is not a model son, and his ingratitude and want of ordinary feeling, affect his father the more that he is thrown upon his society chiefly for companionship. * * * * * When Gilbert had settled his affairs he removed to Cincinnati. He was received with a warm welcome by Mr. Ferguson, who heartily rejoiced in his success. Maurice Walton was filled with envy and disappointment. His rival had been lifted so far above him that there could be no longer rivalry. Gilbert was a young man of fortune, while he was a poor clerk on a small salary. The worst of it was, that there was no hope now of winning Bessie Benton. But, had Maurice been wiser, he might have seen long ago that he had no hope there. Bessie knew him too well, and though she felt a friendly interest in his welfare there was no chance of any warmer feeling. She had a partiality for Gilbert, while he was still poor. As years passed it became further developed, and I am sure my readers will not be surprised to learn that she now writes her name Bessie Grey.