This opened to Grant a
brilliant prospect. It was probably all his father was worth,
including all his possessions.
"In spite of my uncle's opposition," thought Grant, "I think I acted
wisely in preferring business to college. Now I shall be able to
make the family more comfortable."
When Willis Ford called at the office the next morning Grant was
gone to the post office. As he returned he met Ford coming out with
a check in his hand.
"So it's you, is it?" sneered Ford, stopping short.
"Yes, Mr. Ford."
"I suppose you are exulting over your victory?"
"You are mistaken," said Grant. "It was not my wish that anything
unpleasant should happen."
"I suppose not," said Ford, in an unpleasant tone.
"For some reason you have shown a dislike to me from the first,"
Grant proceeded. "I don't know why. I have always treated you with
respect and tried to do my duty faithfully."
"You are a little angel, to be sure."
"Have you any objection to telling me why you dislike me?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll tell you. It is because I see how you are trying to worm
yourself into the confidence of Mr. Reynolds. You have plotted
against me, and now, thanks to you, I have lost my place.
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