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Ballard." "Have you refused him !" Mrs. Evringham's face whitened, and unconsciously she stepped back. "It didn't have to come to that. Dr. Ballard is so fine such a wise man in so many ways. I do admire him so much." "What did you say to him? I will know!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham passionately. Eloise was mute, and her eyes besought her mother. "Speak, I say! Was it Christian Science?
Look her over carefully, Busby, carefully." "I have." The veterinary gave a cross look around the group, his glance resting a moment on the upturned face of a little flaxen-haired girl who stood with her hand in Mr. Evringham's. "He's falling into his dotage, I guess," said the doctor privately to Zeke, as he prepared to ride away. "Don't fool yourself," returned the young fellow.
"Well, some folks might call it error. I don't know. Mr. Evringham's going to be pretty busy with his own nose. It's going to be put out of joint to-night. The green-eyed monster's going to get on the rampage, or I miss my guess." Jewel looked up doubtfully. Zeke was a joker, of course, being a man, but what was he driving at now? "What green-eyed monster?" she asked.
Fanshaw assured me that she would be perfectly safe." Mr. Evringham's cold eyes stared, and then the enormity of the proposition appeared to move him humorously. "Which maid did Fanshaw say would be safe?" he inquired, while Eloise glowed with mortification. "Well, if you think Eloise can't ride, try her some time!" exclaimed the widow gayly.
Evringham's cheeks flushed and she laughed at the child's joy. "I hope they won't disappoint you," she said. "But you wrote them out of love. How can they?" returned the little girl quickly. "That's so, Jewel; that's so, dear." The garden in the ravine had been put into fine order to exhibit to Jewel's father and mother.
"Come here, dearie, and see the baby lobsters," said Jewel, holding her child carefully away from her own glistening wetness, and seating her against Mrs. Evringham's knee. "If lobsters could hop like this," said Mr. Evringham, "they would be shooting out of the ocean like dolphins. Now you choose one, Jewel, and we'll see which wins the race.
A sudden thought occurring to his companion, she looked up again. "You pretty nearly didn't come," she said, "and just think, if you hadn't I was going to England. Father said so." At the sweet inflections of the child's voice Mr. Evringham's brows contracted with remembrance of his wrongs. "I should have come. Your father might have known that!"
A gleam of hope came into Mr. Evringham's cold eyes and he looked down on his companion doubtfully. "We have to go out on the train," he said. "Yes," returned the child, "but you could put me on it, and every time it stops I would ask somebody if that was Bel-Air." The prospect this offered was very pleasing to the broker. "You wouldn't be afraid, eh?"
Evringham's glass. That lady's heart was beating a little fast from vexation, and also from the knowledge that a time of reckoning with her child was coming. "Oh, very well," she said airily. "No wonder you are careful of that beautiful creature. I caught Eloise with her arms around the mare's neck the other day, and I couldn't help wishing for a kodak. You feed her with sugar, don't you Eloise?"
His mother shook her head absently. "Then there was Mr. Evringham's younger son, a regular roving ne'er-do-well. He didn't like Wall Street and he went West to Chicago. He was a rolling stone, first in one position and then in another; then he got married, and after a few years he rolled away altogether. All Mr. Evringham knows about him and his family is that he had one child.
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