neither could see as he looked into the eyes of the other, a glimmer
of the old light of friendship.

Mr. Wellford was present at this meeting, and marked the fact that
the intercourse between Arnest and Marston was official only--that
they did not unbend to each other in the least. He was grieved to
see it, for he knew the good qualities of both, and he had a high
respect for them.

"This must not be," said he to himself, as he walked thoughtfully
homeward. "They are making themselves unhappy, and preventing a
concert of useful efforts for good in society, and all for nothing.
I will try again to reconcile them; perhaps I may be more successful
than before."

So, on the next day, the old gentleman made it his business to call
upon Arnest, who expressed great pleasure in meeting him.

"I noticed," said Mr. Wellford, after he had conversed some time,
and finally introduced the subject of the meeting on the previous
evening, "that your intercourse with the secretary was exceedingly
formal; in fact, hardly courteous."

"I don't like Marston, as you are very well aware," replied Arnest.

"In which feeling you stand nearly alone, friend Arnest. Mr. Marston
is highly esteemed by all who know him."

"All don't know him as I do."