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The sole pleasure I got out of her taking my advice was in Somerled's face when I teased the girl about her "work." If he had been teaching her to sketch and paint I should have felt the same. He is afraid of himself, because she has captured his thoughts; and afraid of her, because she's Mrs. Ballantree MacDonald's daughter.
"She hasn't an address I mean, I don't know it. But she's an actress on the stage. I think she must be so beautiful and splendid that almost every one will have heard of her, so all I will have to say is, 'Please tell me whether Mrs. MacDonald the actress is in London?" "Not Mrs. Ballantree MacDonald!" This time he did look surprised.
"I know Sir George Alexander a little," Aline answered. "He may take a curtain-raiser of ours; and it's occurred to me to telegraph him in the morning, as soon as the post-office opens. He'll be able to let us know where Mrs. Ballantree MacDonald's acting. We won't trust to the stage papers alone. It would be a pity to keep this child in suspense a minute longer than necessary.
"No," answered Jack, now convinced of the man's sincerity; "no it's free and clear except for a loan of ten thousand dollars held by a friend, which can be paid off at any time." Ballantree ducked his head in token of his satisfaction over the statement and asked another question this time with his eyes straight on Jack. "Is it for sale now for money?" It was Jack's turn to focus his gaze.
She has not taken under her roof my granddaughter, but the daughter of Mrs. Ballantree MacDonald, the play actress. I did my best for the girl, striving to bring her up to be a good and modest woman, despite the bad blood of the mother who broke my son's heart and killed him, who did what she could, and has been doing what she could in the years since, to disgrace our house.
Ballantree," panted Jack. "I have just left him at the Astor House." "I never heard of him. Look out, my boy don't sign anything until you " "Oh, he is only the general manager. It's a Mr. Guthrie Robert A. Guthrie who wants it. He sent Mr. Ballantree." "Robert Guthrie! The banker! That's our director; that's the man I told you of. I gave him your address.
In and through them all the warm, cheery sun fights on for joyous light and happy endings, and almost always wins. This time the unexpected took shape in the person of T. Ballantree, from Morfordsburg a plain, direct, straight-to-the-point kind of a man, whom Jack found in the corridor of the Astor House with his eyes on the clock. "You are very prompt, Mr.
Ballantree MacDonald have been such a one when she was eighteen? No, in spite of the haunting, almost impish likeness, I'm sure she cannot. But I think Somerled wonders, and that now and then the relationship and the resemblance creep between him and his instinctive perception of truth in the girl.
While we were shaking hands I heard Mrs. West tell Mr. Douglas that I was the daughter of Mrs. Ballantree MacDonald, and he seemed immensely astonished, just as Mr. Somerled had, and Mrs. West and Mr. Norman. I wonder why every one is so surprised? Can it be that actresses do not often have children? We bade each other good-bye, all of us, for Mrs. West and Mr.
Ballantree MacDonald had any children," Aline went on, as she shook a supple, satiny hand which wore no glove. "She's only got me," said the girl, "and she doesn't know she's got me yet. At least, she may have forgotten." Somerled broke out laughing. "You'll puzzle Mrs. West," he said, with a good-natured, amused, and proprietary air which stabbed Aline's feelings as with little sharp pins.
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