the street.

"Nev' min' 'bout dat man," said the elder one.
"You 'ten' ter yo' wuk an' finish dat bairl-stave.
You spen's enti'ely too much er yo' time stretchin'
yo' neck atter other people. An' you need n' 'sturb
yo'se'f 'bout dem folks 'cross de street, fer dey
ain't yo' kin', an' you're wastin' yo' time both'in'
yo' min' wid 'em, er wid folks w'at comes on de
street on account of 'em. Look sha'p now, boy, er
you'll git dat stave trim' too much."

The younger man resumed his work, but still
found time to throw a slanting glance out of the
window. The gentleman, he perceived, stood for
a moment on the rotting bridge across the old
canal, and then walked slowly ahead until he
turned to the right into Back Street, a few rods
farther on.



II

AN EVENING VISIT


Toward evening of the same day, Warwick took
his way down Front Street in the gathering dusk.
By the time night had spread its mantle over the