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“Well?” The blood had, by this time, risen to the very brow of the jeweller.

“‘Cut the ring,’ said my friend. It was done, and, to my mortification and astonishment, it proved to be even as he had said. The ring was not solid!”

For some moments, Mr. Grant hung his head in painful confusion. Then, looking up, he said–

“It was his own fault.”

“How so?” was inquired.

“He would not pay the price for a solid ring, and I could not give him my work for nothing.”

“Did you ask him a fair price?”

“Yes; and he answered, that my neighbour over the way had offered to make him a solid ring, for just one dollar less. I knew exactly what kind of a ring Martin could and would furnish for that money, and made him one just like it. I gave him his money’s worth, and a little over. He was not cheated.”

“But he was deceived. How you could have done such a thing, brother Grant, is more than I can understand.”

“I had to do it in self-defence; and this very Martin, who has been so ready to expose the little deception, made the act necessary.”

“I’m sorry you should have done so. It was wrong,” said Mr. Harrison.

“I’m ready to acknowledge that. But it’s too late, now, to repair the error. I wish I’d had nothing to do with the matter.”

“So do I,” remarked Harrison.

This fretted the mind of Grant, and he replied, rather impatiently–

“Hereafter, I hope you’ll send all customers of this kind to Martin. Dear knows, I don’t want them!”

“I shall certainly be careful in this matter,” coldly replied Harrison, and bowing formally, as he spoke, turned away, and left Grant in no very pleasant frame of mind. From that time there was a coldness between the two church members.

When Grant went to church on the next Sabbath, he noticed, as he approached the meeting-house door, Harrison standing in close conversation with one or two prominent members. As he approached, they looked toward him in a certain way that he did not like, and then, separating, entered the house before he came up. It was too evident that Harrison had been communicating the incident of the ring. But Grant was not surprised; he had expected nothing less. Still, he felt that his brother member had not done towards him in the matter as he would have liked himself done by. On entering the church, half a dozen persons turned and looked at him earnestly; while two or three whispered together, glancing towards him every now and then, and thus showing that he was the subject of conversation. As to the theme of discourse between them, his mind was in no doubt. The gold ring! Yes, that was it.

But little edified by the sermon was Mr. Grant on that morning; and, when the services were ended, he went quickly from the church, and took his way homeward without stopping, as on former occasions, to shake hands and pass a few words with friends and brethren.

It had been the custom of several leading members of the church to drop in occasionally, during the week, and chat with Grant for ten minutes or half an hour. But the time from Sunday to Sunday was passed without a single call from any one of them. The reason for this was no mystery to the jeweller’s mind.

“I don’t see that I’ve been guilty of such a terrible crime,” said he to himself, feeling a little indignant on the subject. “The man got his money’s worth; and, moreover, was served perfectly right. Did he suppose that he was going to get fine gold for the price of solder? If so, he found himself mistaken. As for Harrison, he’s made himself remarkably busy about the matter. I would not trust him in a similar case. But it is so pleasant to discourse on evil in our neighbour. So very pleasant! The good he does is left to find its own way to the light as best it can; but let him commit a mistake or make a single false step, and it is preached from house-top.”