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Easton agreed to do so, but instead of keeping his word he began to play a four-handed game of shove-ha'penny with the other three, the sides and stakes being arranged as before. The liquor was by this time beginning to have some effect upon Ruth: she felt dizzy and confused.
"Look out, everybody!" he cried as he sprang away. "Are we safe here?" Mr. Sneed asked anxiously. "You're all right," one of the workmen assured him. "Oh, I'm so nervous!" faltered Ruth. "No need of it," answered Alice, as she leaned forward to watch the spouting of the oil from the well. There was a dull rumble beneath the surface of the earth. The ground seemed to heave and shake.
Mary darted toward it and picked it up. She read the check loudly excitedly almost in a shriek! "Goodness, gracious me, Ruthie Fielding! Is Mr. Hammond giving you this money all this money for your very own?" But Ruth did not reply. She was scanning the letter from the president of the Alectrion Film Corporation. Mr. Farrington was plainly nervous.
A man of practical life, a great man, but purely a man of the world, once said to me: "If I could enact one statute for all the young women of America, it would be that each of them should read the book of Ruth once a month." But the limits and purpose of this paper do not permit a dissertation on the Bible. Shakespeare, of course, you cannot get along without.
For although Ruth was always quietly cordial with most people, she was never "hail fellow, well met" with anybody, unless it was her own, dear, old girl friends of Briarwood Hall. She resisted, however, making any criticism upon Tom's presence in the moving picture camp. Everybody in the house and there were several members of the company there besides Mr.
"Carrying matches!" "Tom did tell us to," admitted Helen, laughing. "But I didn't pay much attention to what he said. I know he told us that we could never tell when matches would come in handy in the woods." "But we'd set the forest afire and then see what damage would be done!" cried Belle. "Not necessarily. Especially in this snow," returned Ruth, calmly.
At the opposite end of the room, where the piano stood, Roberta, music rack before her, was drawing her bow across nearly noiseless strings, while Ruth picked softly at her harp: indications of intention to burst forth into musical strains when a hush should chance to fall upon the company.
Those unfathomable eyes were fixed upon her, questioning, pleading, and searching her inmost soul. Ruth looked at her, wondering, and striving to answer the mute appeal. Then Miss Ainslie laid her hand upon her arm. "My dear," she asked, earnestly, "do you light the lamp in the attic window every night?" "Yes, I do, Miss Ainslie," she answered, quickly.
"But let's hear about Sally and the bear," proposed Ruth, eagerly, knowing what a resourceful story-teller Long Jerry was. "Come Jerry, sit down and let's have it," agreed Mr. Cameron, and the party of young folk drew up chairs, before the fire. Long Jerry squatted down in his usual manner on the hearth, and the story was begun.
After a few minutes we parted, agreeing to meet again in the valley in the evening. I had promised, as Mrs. Falchion had suggested, to escort her and Justine Caron from the summer hotel to the mill. Roscoe had duties at both Viking and Sunburst and would not join us until we all met in the evening. Mr. Devlin and Ruth rode away towards Sunburst. Mrs.
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