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Nigel glanced over her shoulder and read the entry to which she was pointing: "Immelan Oscar, 13 Clarges Street, W. Mayfair 146." Nigel played golf at Ranelagh, on the following Sunday morning, with Jere Chalmers, a young American in the Diplomatic Service, who had just arrived in London and brought a letter of introduction to him.
He appointed Generals Sheridan, Sickles, and Pope to carry out its provisions, and he was regarded as an obstinate man patriotically performing an unpleasant duty. Then he began to doubt, and Attorney-General Stanbery, aided by Judge Jere Black, declared that the Reconstruction Act was not legal, and that the military commanders at the South were merely policemen.
Presently the boat was left behind and the boys, each with a typical Boy Scout camping outfit on his back the same including provisions were soon making their way up the slope. "Jere!" cried Jimmie, throwing himself on the ground after the first steep climb. "Let's wait for the elevator. What do you expect to find up here, anyway?"
Nor could I fail to understand how the late Colonel Jere Lansdale would have found need to be a duellist after he became her lover, even had he aforetime been unskilled in that difficult art. As she chatted, chiefly of her journey, I falsely pretended to listen, whereas I only stared and in spirit was prostrate before her. Mere kneeling at her feet savored too nearly of arrogance.
If one or two aged persons complained that they could not sleep as sweetly during sermon-time in the now clear atmosphere of the church, and that the parson's eye was keener than before, why, that was a mere detail, and could not be avoided; what was the loss of a little sleep compared with the discoloration of Mrs. Jere Burbank's white ostrich feather and the smarting of Mrs. Jere Burbank's eyes?
Then quite suddenly the words came clear through the blur: MRS. JERE HAYNES, Stony Brook, New York.
One o' your friends here can get me a chair, I guess," and she looked very meaningly into the face of a foppish young courtier who stood near her, twisting his thin yellow beard. At this moment the rising wonder of the Queen reached a climax, and she burst into speech with characteristic emphasis. "What the good jere!" she cried. "Hath some far planet sent us a messenger.
My husband and Deacon Miller can help us at the end of the week. All in favor manifest it by the usual sign. Contrary-minded? It is a vote." There never were any contrary-minded when Mrs. Jere Burbank was in the chair. Public sentiment in Edgewood was swayed by the Dorcas Society, but Mrs. Burbank swayed the Dorcases themselves as the wind sways the wheat.
"When I walk down to Chatham Square the lamps bow to me. I'm hungry for it right now." The drummer threw out his arms in a gesture of approval. "What are you doing here?" he asked, then. "I'm editing this end of a detective case," laughed Jimmie. "All alone?" grinned the drummer. "Where are the others?" "Lost," cried Jimmie. "Jere! I wish Frank Shaw was here and had hold of that drum.
"Kate has little of the Peavey in her, she is every inch a Lansdale," Miss Caroline found occasion to say; while I, thus provided with an excuse to look, remarked to myself that her inches, while not excessive, were unusually meritorious. "Worse than that she's a Jere Lansdale," was my response, though I tactfully left it unuttered for an "Indeed?" that seemed less emotional.
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