THE WIND BROUGHT GOOD LUCK
John Trafton was sitting out on the porch of the tavern when his nephew came out of the side gate.
"There's your nephew, Trafton," said old Ben Brandon, who, like John Trafton, frequented the barroom too much for his good. "Hasn't come here for his dram, has he?" added the old man, chuckling.
John Trafton's curiosity was excited, for he had no idea of any errand that could bring Robert to the tavern. A suspicion crossed his mind, the very thought of which kindled his indignation. His wife might have sent to request Mr. Jones not to sell him any more liquor. He did not think she would dare to do it, but she might. At any rate he determined to find out.
He hastily left the porch and followed Robert. Presently the boy heard his uncle call him and he turned round.
"What's wanted, un