When, child though I was, even I protested, she would say, “well, Johnnie, you might be a tramp some day, and how would I feel if I thought some one was turning you away hungry?”

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My Grandfather Gregory was a little, alert, erect, suave man,—­he was a man whose nature was such that he would rather gain a dollar by some cheeky, brazen, off-colour practice than earn a hundred by honest methods.

He had keen grey eyes that looked you in the face in utter, disarming frankness.  He was always immaculately dressed.  He talked continually about money, and about how people abused his confidence and his trust in men.  But there was a sharpness like pointed needles in the pupils of his eyes that betrayed his true nature.

Coming to Mornington as one of the city’s pioneers, at first he had kept neck to neck in social prestige with the Babsons, Guelders, and the rest, and had built the big house that my grandmother, my aunt, and myself now lived in, on Mansion avenue....

When the Civil War broke out, that streak of adventure and daring in my grandfather which in peace times turned him to shady financial transactions, now caused him to enlist.  And before the end of the war he had gone far up in the ranks.

After the war he came into still more money by a manufacturing business which he set up.  But the secret process of the special kind of material which he manufactured he inveigled out of a comrade in arms.  The latter never derived a cent from it.  My grandfather stole the patent, taking it out in his own name.  The other man had trusted him, remembering the times they had fought shoulder to shoulder, and had bivouacked together....

My grandfather, though so small as to be almost diminutive, was spry and brave as an aroused wasp when anyone insulted him.  Several times he faced down burly-bodied men who had threatened to kill him for his getting the better of them in some doubtful business transaction.

For a long time his meanness and sharp dealings were reserved for outsiders and he was generous with his family.  And my sweet, simple, old grandmother belonged to all the societies, charitable and otherwise, in town ... but she was not, never could be “smart.”  She was always saying and doing naive things from the heart.  And soon she began to disapprove of my grandfather’s slick business ways.

I don’t know just what tricks he put over ... but he became persona non grata in local business circles ... and he took to running about the country, putting through various projects here and there ... this little, dressy, hard-faced man ... like a cross between a weasel and a bird!

He dropped into Mornington, and out again, each time with a wild, restless story of fortunes to be made or in the making!

Once he came home and stayed for a longer time than usual.  During this stay he received many letters.  My grandmother noticed a furtiveness in his manner when he received them.  My grandmother noticed that her husband always repaired immediately to the outhouse when he received a letter.