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But before Jadwin could reply, Cressler and Aunt Wess' who had been telling each other of their "experiences," of their "premonitions," of the unaccountable things that had happened to them, at length included the others in their conversation. "J.," remarked Cressler, "did anything funny ever happen to you warnings, presentiments, that sort of thing? Mrs.
We may not have to give up our old home where we lived when we first came to Chicago. Aunt Wess' wrote the other day to say that, if you were willing, she would rent it, and then sublet all the lower floor to Landry and me, so we could have a real house over our heads and not the under side of the floor of the flat overhead. And she is such an old dear, I know we could all get along beautifully.
Cressler was in the dining-room with the Gretry girl, while Jadwin, Aunt Wess', and Cressler himself were deep in a discussion of mind-reading and spiritualism. As Laura came up, Jadwin detached himself from the others and met her. "Poor Miss Gretry!" he observed. "Always the square peg in the round hole. I've sent out for some smelling salts."
Laura Dearborn's native town was Barrington, in Massachusetts. The mother had died long before, and of all their relations, Aunt Wess, who lived at Chicago, alone remained. It was at the entreaties of Aunt Wess and of their dearest friends, the Cresslers, that the two girls decided to live with their aunt in Chicago.
It was past one o'clock by the time that luncheon, "picked up" though it was, was over. By then everybody was very tired. Aunt Wess' exclaimed that she could not stand another minute, and retired to her room.
"It takes my breath away sometimes. Mr. Jadwin tells me there's an art gallery, too, with an organ in it a full-sized church organ. Think of it. Isn't it beautiful, beautiful? Isn't it a happiness? And I'll have my own carriage and coupe, and oh, Aunt Wess', a saddle horse if I want to, and a box at the opera, and a country place that is to be bought day after to-morrow. It's at Geneva Lake.
"I sent for a couple of hansoms long since," he said. "They are waiting outside now." And that seemed to settle the question. For all Jadwin's perseverance, the artist seemed for this time at least to have the better of the situation. You can get in with Aunt Wess' and me. There's plenty of room. You can't go home in this storm without an umbrella." Landry at first refused, haughtily.
Only I wouldn't be bold." We're going to meet him anyways in just a few minutes." "Better wait, hadn't you, Laura," said Aunt Wess', "and see. Maybe he'll come up and speak to us." "Oh, as if!" contradicted Laura. And if he did, he wouldn't. He wouldn't think it polite." "Then I guess, girlie, it wouldn't be polite for you." "I think it would," she answered. "I think it would be a woman's place.
"I guess," Laura was accustomed to reply, looking significantly at Aunt Wess', "that our little girlie has a little bit of an eye on a certain hard-working young fellow herself." "Now, Laura," she would cry, her eyes snapping, her breath coming fast. "Now, Laura, that isn't right at all, and you know I don't like it, and you just say it because you know it makes me cross.
"I guess they're all pretty risky, those pleasure boats," answered Aunt Wess'. "My word, you couldn't get me to set foot on one." Jadwin nodded his head at Laura, his eyes twinkling. "Well, we'll leave 'em all at home, Laura, when we go," he said. Mrs. Wessels seized upon the occasion to slip away unobserved, and Laura and Jadwin were left alone.
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