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Phineas Forbes of Chicago, who was anxiously drinking cocktail after cocktail in a moody unrest. The lank Chicago capitalist waved his tufted chin beard dejectedly as he answered the Briton's casual salutation. "I'm worried about the girls," he simply said. "They're off on the lake, with the Marquis de Santa Marina and that French chap, the Count de Roquefort. I don't more than half like it."
He did not know what tribulations loomed already through the haze of the future, or he would have laid to heart the time-honored advice to venturesome travelers: "Never hallo till you're out of the wood!" Mrs. Forbes, a slim, elegant woman, looked as if she were her daughter's elder sister.
Forbes it was quite another story. So eagerly did the young people observe and examine the things, that the half hour allotted for that purpose slipped away all too soon. And then they sat down to write their lists, and that too proved an absorbing occupation.
"Who is opposing you?" once asked a gray-haired Senator of much political experience, who had met Mr. Hopkins at luncheon. "Young feller named Forbes a boy, sir with no notion about the game at all. He was pledged to an unpopular issue, so I was mighty glad to have him run against me." "What issue is he pledged to?" asked the Senator.
Watkins, groaning; "but Sam says he lost it, and I think he tells the truth. If he hadn't lost it he would have given it all to mother." Mr. Forbes was drumming lightly on a table by his side. It was evident that two emotions were struggling within him. "Here is the evening paper, sir," said a maid at the door. Mr. Watkins moved automatically and handed it to his employer. "Hey! What is this!
Peter Arbuthnot Forbes, and wondered how he had fared, whether he had set out to return to Blackbeard's ship with the store of medicines from Charles Town when the great storm swooped down. Forgotten were Jack's hot grievances against the worthy Secretary of the Council who had sought to take a father's place.
"Lunch, do you mean?" "We're through breakfast long ago, dearie," said her mother. "No wonder you slept late. We wanted you to." "Breakfast's all through!" exclaimed the child, and they were surprised at her dismay. "Yes, but Mrs. Forbes will get you something," said her father. "But has grandpa gone?" asked the child. Before they could reply the housekeeper passed the door and Jewel ran to her.
The University was represented in force: eleven persons, including ourselves, Byfield the aëronaut, and the tall lad, Forbes, whom I had met on the Sunday morning, bedewed with tallow, at the "Hunters' Tryst."
"It's wonderful, the fancy that child has taken to me and mine," she thought. "Well, folks must be humored when they're sick," she replied. "Let me see," looking at the little clock, "yes, Mr. Evringham's missed the second train. There'll be five or ten minutes yet, and 'Zekiel's got to wait anyway. I guess he can come up and see you." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Forbes!" returned Jewel.
"Think again." counselled the secretary. "Maybe you took it off, and absent-mindedly slipped it in your pocket." Dotty turned on Fenn like a little fury. "What do you mean?" she cried. "Are you accusing Dolly of stealing that thing?" "There, there," said Mr. Forbes, placatingly, "Of course, Fenn didn't mean that. Not intentionally, that is. But without thinking, couldn't "
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