Clara Louise Burnham

Part 4 out of 6

The next morning it rained so heavily that Mr. Evringham was obliged
to forego his ride. Wet weather was an unmixed ill to him. It not only
made riding and golf miserable, but it reminded him that rheumatism
was getting a grip on one of his shoulders.

"It is disgusting, perfectly disgusting to grow old," he muttered as
he descended the broad staircase. On the lower landing Jewel rose up
out of the dusk, where she had been sitting near the beautiful clock.
Her bright little face shone up at him like a sunbeam.

"You didn't expect to see me, grandpa, did you?" she asked, and as it
did not even occur to him to stoop his head to her, she seized his
hand and kissed it as they went on down the stairs.

"I was so disappointed because it rained so hard. I was going to see
you ride."

"Yes. Beastly weather," assented Mr. Evringham.

"But the flowers and trees want a drink, don't they?"

" 'M. I suppose so."

"And the brook will be prettier than ever."

" 'M. See that you keep out of it."

"Yes, I will, grandpa; and I thought the first thing this morning,
I'll wear my rubbers all day. I was so afraid I might forget I put
them right on to make sure."

They had reached the hall, and Jewel exhibited her feet encased in the
roomy storm rubbers.

"Great Scott, child!" ejaculated Mr. Evringham, viewing the shiny
overshoes. "What size are your feet?"

"I don't know," returned the little girl, "but I only have to scuff
some, and then they'll stay on. Mrs. Forbes said I'd grow to them."

"So you will, I should think, if you're going to wear them in the
house as well as out." It was against Mr. Evringham's principles to
smile before breakfast, at all events at any one except Essex Maid;
but the large, shiny overshoes that looked like overgrown beetles, and
Jewel's optimistic determination to make him happy, even offset his
painful arm.

"The house doesn't leak anywhere," he said. "I think it will be safe
for you to take them off until after breakfast."

Jewel lifted her shoulders and looked up at him with the glance he

"Unless we're going out to the stable," she said suggestively.

He hesitated a moment. "Very well," he returned. "Let us go to the

"But first we must tie the ribbons," she said with a joyous chuckle.
She would have skipped but for the rubbers. As it was, she proceeded
circumspectly to the library, drawing the broker by the hand. "I want
you to see, grandpa, if you don't think I made my parting real
straight this morning," she said as she softly closed the door.

"Gently on my arm, Jewel," he remonstrated, wincing as she returned,
flinging her energetic little body against him. "I have the rheumatism
like the devil--pardon me."

She looked at him suddenly, wondering and wistful. "Oh, have you?" she
returned sympathetically. "But it is only like the devil, grandpa,"
she added hopefully, "and you know there isn't any devil."

"I can't discuss theology before breakfast," he returned briefly.

"Dear grandpa, you shan't have a single pain!" She held her head back
and looked at him lovingly.

"Very likely not, when I've begun playing the harp. Now where are
those con--those ribbons?"

Jewel's eyes and lips grew suddenly serious and doubtful, and he
observed the change.

"Yes, your hair ribbons, you know," he added hastily and with an
attempt at geniality.

"Not if you don't like to, grandpa."

"I love to," he protested. "I've been looking forward to it all the
morning. I thought 'never mind if I can't go riding, I can tie Jewel's
hair ribbons.' "

The child laughed a little, even though her companion did not. "Oh
grandpa, you're such a joker," she said; "just like father."

But he saw that she doubted his mood, and the toe of one of the
overshoes was boring into the carpet as she stood where she had
withdrawn from him.

"Let us see if you parted your hair better," he said in a different
and gentler tone, and instantly the flaxen head was bent before him,
and Jewel felt in her pocket for the ribbons. He had not the heart to
say what he thought; namely, that her parting looked as though a saw
had been substituted for a comb.

"Very well, very well," he said kindly.

When the ribbons were at last tied, the two proceeded to the dining-
room. Here an open fire of logs furnished the cheerful light that was
lacking outside. The morning paper hung over the back of a chair,
warming before the blaze.

Mrs. Forbes entered from the butler's pantry and looked surprised. "I
didn't expect you down for half an hour yet, sir. Shall I hurry

"No; I'm going to take Jewel to the stable." Mr. Evringham stopped and
took a few lumps of sugar from the bowl.

"Julia, where are your rubbers?" asked the housekeeper.

"On," said the child, lifting her foot.

"I only hope they'll stay there," remarked her grandfather. "I think,
Mrs. Forbes, you must buy shoes as I've heard that Chinamen do,--the
largest they can get for the money."

He disappeared with his happy little companion, and the housekeeper
looked after them disapprovingly.

"They're both going out bareheaded," she mused. "I'd like to bet--I
would bet anything that she asked him to take her. He never even
stopped to look at the paper. He's just putty in her hands, that's
what he is, putty; and she's been here three days."

Mr. Evringham's apprehensions proved to have foundation. Halfway to
the barn Jewel stepped in a bit of sticky mud and left one rubber. Her
companion did not stop to let her get it, but picking her up under his
well arm, strode on to the barn, where they appeared to the astonished

Jewel was laughing in high glee. She was used to being caught up in a
strong arm and run with.

Mr. Evringham shook the drops from his head. "Get Jewel's rubber
please, Zeke," he said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder.

"I was Cinderella," cried the child gayly. "That's my glass slipper
out there in the mud."

Zeke would have liked to joke with her, but that was an impossibility
in the august presence. He cast a curious glance at the little girl as
he left the barn. He had received his mother's version of yesterday's
experience. "Well, it looks to me as if there was something those
Christian Science folks know that the rest of us don't," he
soliloquized. "I saw her with my own eyes, and felt her with my own
hands. Mother says children get up from anything twice as quick as
grown folks, but I don't know."

"Don't you love a stable, grandpa?" exclaimed Jewel. "Oh, I'm too
happy to scuff," and she kicked off the other rubber. Even while she
spoke Essex Maid looked around and whinnied at sight of her master.

"She knows you, she knows you," cried the little girl joyously,
hopping up and down.

"Of course," said Mr. Evringham, holding out his hand to the delighted
child and leading her into the stall. The mare rubbed her nose against
him. "We couldn't get out this morning, eh, girl?" said the broker,
caressing her neck, while Jewel smoothed the bright coat as high as
she could reach. Her grandfather lifted her in his arms. "Here, my
maid, here's a new friend for you. In my pocket, Jewel."

The child took out the lumps of sugar one by one, and Essex Maid ate
them from the little hand, touching it gently with her velvet lips.
Zeke came in and whistled softly as he glanced at the group in the

"Whew," he mused. "He's letting her feed the Maid. I guess she can put
her shoes in /his/ trunk all right."

Mr. Evringham set Jewel on the mare's back and she smoothed the bright
mane and patted the beautiful creature.

"I'd like to gallop off now over the whole country," she said, her
face glowing.

"I shouldn't be surprised either if you could do it bareback,"
returned Mr. Evringham; "but you must never come into either of the
stalls without me. You understand, do you?"

"Yes, grandpa. I'm glad you told me though, because I guess I should
have." The child gave a quick, unconscious sigh.

"Well we'd better go in now."

"How kind you are to me," said the child gratefully, as she slid off
the horse's back with her arms around her grandfather's neck.

He had forgotten his rheumatic shoulder for the time.

"You can bring those rubbers in later," he said to Zeke, and so
carried Jewel out of the barn, through the rain, and into the house.

Mrs. Forbes watched the entrance. "Breakfast is served, sir," she said
with dignity. She thought her employer should have worn a hat.

Jewel was not offered eggs this morning. Instead she had, after her
fruit and oatmeal, a slice of ham and a baked potato.

Her roses were fresh this morning and opening in the warmth of the
fire, but Mr. Evringham's eyes were caught by a mass of American
Beauties which stood in an alcove close to the window.

"Where did those come from?" he demanded.

"They belong to Miss Eloise," replied Mrs. Forbes. "She asked me to
take care of them for her."

"Humph! Ballard again, I suppose," remarked the broker.

"I hope so," responded Mrs. Forbes devoutly.

Mr. Evringham had spoken to himself, and he glanced up from his paper,
surprised by the prompt fervor of the reply. The housekeeper looked
non-committal, but her meaning dawned upon him, and he smiled slightly
as he returned to the news of the day.

"Dr. Ballard must love Cousin Eloise very much," said Jewel, mashing
her potato. "He sent her a splendid box of candy, too."

She addressed her remark to Mrs. Forbes, and in a low tone, in order
not to disturb her grandfather's reading.

"Any girl can get candy and flowers and love, if she's only pretty
enough," returned Mrs. Forbes; "but she mustn't forget to be pretty."

The speaker's tone appealed to Jewel as signifying a grievance. She
looked up.

"Why, somebody married you, Mrs. Forbes," she said kindly.

Mr. Evringham's paper hid a face which suddenly contorted, but the
housekeeper's quick-glancing eyes could not see a telltale motion.

She gave a hard little laugh. "You think there's hope for you then, do
you?" she returned.

"I guess I'm not going to be married," replied Jewel. "Father says I'm
going to be his bachelor maid when I grow up."

"Shouldn't wonder if you were," said Mrs. Forbes dryly.

The owner of the American Beauties and the beribboned bonbon box was
taking her coffee as usual in bed. This luxurious habit had never been
hers until she came to Bel-Air; but it was her mother's custom, and
rather than undergo a tete-a-tete breakfast with her host, she had
adopted it.

Now she had made her toilet deliberately. There was nothing to hurry
for. Her mother's voice came in detached sentences and questions from
the next room.

"Dear me, this rain is too trying, Eloise! Didn't you have some
engagement with Dr. Ballard to-day?"

"He thought he could get off for some golf this afternoon."

"What a disappointment for the dear fellow," feelingly. "He has so
little time to himself!"

Eloise gave a most unsympathetic laugh. "More than he wishes he had, I
fancy," she returned.

She came finally in her white negligee into her mother's room. Mrs.
Evringham was still in bed. Her eyeglasses were on and she regarded
her daughter critically as she came in sight. She had begun to look
upon her as mistress of the fine old Ballard place on Mountain Avenue,
and the setting was very much to her mind. The girl sauntered over to
the window, and taking a low seat, leaned her head against the
woodwork, embowered in the lace curtains.

"How it does come down!" said Mrs. Evringham fretfully. "And I lack
just a little of that lace braid, or I could finish your yoke. I
suppose Forbes would think it was a dreadful thing if I asked her to
let Zeke get it for me."

"Don't ask anything," returned Eloise.

"When you are in your own home!" sighed Mrs. Evringham.

"Don't, mother. It's indecent!"

"If you would only reassure me, my child, so I wouldn't have to
undergo such moments of anxiety as I do."

"Oh, you have no mercy!" exclaimed the girl; and when she used that
tone her mother usually became tearful. She did now.

"You act as if you weren't a perfect treasure, Eloise--as if I didn't
consider you a treasure for a prince of the realm!"

A knock at the door heralded Sarah's arrival for the tray, and Mrs.
Evringham hastily wiped her eyes.

"Yes, you can take the things," she said as the maid approached. "I
can't tip you as I should, Sarah. I'm going to get you something
pretty the next time I go to New York."

Sarah had heard this before.

"And if you know of any one going to the village this morning, I want
a piece of lace braid. Have you heard how Miss Julia is?"

"She was down at breakfast, ma'am, and Mr. Evringham had her out to
the stable to see Essex Maid."

"He did? In the rain? How very imprudent!"

After Sarah had departed with her burden, Mrs. Evringham took off her

"There, Eloise, you heard that? It's just as I thought. He is taking a
fancy to her."

The girl smiled without turning her head. "Oh no, that wasn't your
prophecy, mother. You said she was too plain to have a chance with our
fastidious host."

"Well, didn't she look forlorn last night at the dinner table?"
demanded Mrs. Evringham, a challenge in her voice.

"Indeed she did, the poor baby. She looked exactly as if she had two
female relatives in the house, neither of whom would lift a finger to
help her, even though she was just off a sick bed. The same relatives
don't know this minute how or where she spent the evening."

"I felt very glad she was content somewhere away from the drawing-
room," returned Mrs. Evringham practically. "You know we expected Dr.
Ballard up to the moment the roses arrived, and from all I gathered at
the dinner table, it would have been awkward enough for him to walk in
upon that child. Besides, I don't see why you use that tone with me.
it has been your own choice to let her paddle her own canoe, and
you've had an object lesson now that I hope you won't forget. You
wouldn't believe me when I begged you to exert yourself for your
grandfather, and now you see even that plain little thing could get on
with him just because she dared take him by storm. She has about
everything in her disfavor. The child of a common working woman, with
no beauty, and a little crank of a Christian Scientist into the
bargain, and yet now see! He took her out to the stable to see Essex
Maid! I never knew you contradictory and disagreeable until lately,
Eloise. You even act like a stick with Dr. Ballard just to be
perverse." Mrs. Evringham flounced over in bed, with her back to the
white negligee.

Eloise had seen what she had been watching for. Her grandfather had
driven away to the station, so she arose and came over to the foot of
the bed.

"I know I'm irritable, mother," she said repentantly. "The idleness
and uselessness of my life have grated on me until I know I'm not fit
to live with. If I had had any of the training of a society girl, I
could bear it better; but papa kept my head full of school,--for which
I bless him,--and now that the dream of college is hopeless, and that
the only profession you wish for me is marriage, I dread to wake up in
the mornings."

The young voice was unsteady.

Mrs. Evringham heaved a long sigh. "Give me patience!" she murmured,
then added mentally, "It can't be many days, and she won't refuse

"Go down to the piano and play yourself good-natured," she returned.
"Then come up and we'll go on with that charming story. It quite
refreshed me to read of that coming-out ball. It was so like my own."

Eloise, her lips set in a sad curve, rose and left the room. Once in
the hall, she paused for a minute. Then instead of descending the
stairs, she ran noiselessly up the next flight. The rain was pelting
steadily on the dome of golden glass through which light fell to the
halls. She stole, as she had done yesterday, to the door of Jewel's

Again as yesterday she heard a voice, but this time it was singing.
The tones were very sweet, surprisingly strong and firm to proceed
from lips which always spoke so gently. The door was not quite closed,
and Eloise pressed her ear to the crack. Thus she could easily hear
the words of Jewel's song:--

"And o'er the earth's troubled, angry sea
I see Christ walk;
And come to me, and tenderly,
Divinely, talk."

The hymn stopped for a minute, and the child appeared to be conversing
with some one.

Eloise waited, openly, eagerly listening, hoping the singer would
resume. Something in those unexpected words in the sweet child voice
stirred her. Presently Jewel sang on:--

"From tired joy, and grief afar,
And nearer Thee,
Father, where Thine own children are
I love to be!"

The lump that rose in the listener's throat forced a moisture into her

"I never could hear a child sing without crying," she said to herself
in excuse, as she leaned her forehead on her hand against the jamb of
the door and waited for the strange stir at her heart to quiet.

The house was still. The rain swept against the panes, and tears stole
from under the girl's long lashes--tears for her empty, vapid life,
for the hopelessness of the future, for the humiliations of the
present, for the lack of a love that should be without self-interest.

"I like that verse, Anna Belle," said the voice within. "Let's sing
that again," and the hymn welled forth:--

"From tired joy, and grief afar,
And nearer Thee,
Father, where Thine own children are
I love to be!"

"Is there a haven?" thought the swelling, listening heart outside. "Is
there a place far alike from tired joy and grief?"

" 'Father, where Thine own children are,' " quoted Jewel. "We know
where a lot of them are, don't we, Anna Belle, and we do love to be
with them." A pause, and a light sigh, which did not reach the
listener. "But we're at grandpa's now," finished the child's voice.

Eloise's breaths came long and deep drawn, and she stood motionless,
her eyes hidden.



Jewel looked up as she heard a knock. Sarah had made the bed and gone.
Who could this be?

At her "Come in," Eloise entered the room. The child's face brightened
questioningly. She rose and gazed at the enchanted maiden, very lovely
in the wrapper of white silk, open at the throat, and with little
billows of lace cascading down to the toes of her white Turkish

"Good-morning, cousin Eloise," said the child, waiting for the message
or order which she supposed to be forthcoming.

"Good-morning." The girl cast a comprehensive glance around the rather
bare room. Her eyes bore no traces of the tears so recently shed, but
her face was sad. "I heard you singing," she said.

"Yes. Did I disturb anybody?" asked the child quickly.

"No. It is nice to be like the birds that sing in the rain."

"Like the robin out there," returned Jewel, relieved. "Did you hear
him?" She ran to the window and threw it open, listening a minute.
"No, he has gone."

"You said you would show me your doll," went on Eloise when the window
was closed again.

"Oh," returned Jewel pleased, "did you come to see Anna Belle? She's
right here. We were just going to have the lesson." She took the doll
from the depths of a big chair and held her up with motherly pride.
"Would you--won't you sit down a minute?"

To her great satisfaction, her beautiful visitor condescended to take
the chair Anna Belle had vacated, and held out her white, ringless
hands for the doll.

"How neatly her clothes are made," said the girl, examining Anna
Belle's garments.

"Yes, my mother made her all new ones when she knew she was going to
Europe, so that she would be neat and not mortify me. Would you like
to see her clothes?" eagerly.

"Yes, I should."

Jewel brought them, her quick little fingers turning them back and
forth, exhibiting the tiny buttonholes and buttons, and chattering
explanations of their good points.

"It was a great deal for your mother to do all this, when she is such
a busy woman," said Eloise.

"Yes, she did it evenings, and then surprised me just when we were
coming away. Wasn't it lovely?"


"I love prettiness," said the child. As she spoke she regarded the
grave face beside her. "When I first noticed that my nose wasn't nice,
and neither were my eyes, I almost cried."

Eloise looked up at her, at a loss for a reply.

"But then I remembered that of course God never made anything that
wasn't perfectly beautiful, so I knew that it would come right some
time, and I asked mother when she thought it would."

"What did she say?" returned Eloise, wondering at this original

"She said we could never tell how soon anything would come right to
our sense, but so long as we knew that Creation was perfect and
beautiful, we could be patient about everything--big things and little
things; and then I remember how she talked to me about being careful
never to pity myself." Jewel gave her head a little serious shake.
"You know it's very bad error to pity yourself, no matter what kind of
a nose you have."

Eloise had sunk back in the large chair and was attentively watching
the child standing beside her, while she still held Anna Belle. She
had never before held converse with a Christian Scientist, but her
state of mind precluded the perception of a humorous side to anything.

"Wrong to pity yourself no matter what happens?" she asked.

"Yes--because--because--" Jewel looked off. She knew that it was
error, but it was hard to explain why to the lovely grown-up cousin
who was so strangely sorry. "Well, you see," she added after the
moment's thought, "it isn't having faith in God, it isn't knowing that
you're His child, and that He takes care of you."

"No, I suppose not; but I have never learned how to know that, Jewel."

"I know you haven't," returned the little girl, and she slipped her
hand toward her cousin's. The girl met it halfway and held it close.
"Since I've seen you," Jewel went on slowly, "I know that prettiness
isn't enough to make a person happy--nor all your lovely clothes--nor
having people fond of you and sending you presents--nor making the
sweetest music; but you can be happy, cousin Eloise, unless you're
doing wrong."

"I am doing wrong, but I can't help it." The girl took her supporting
hand from the doll and pressed it to her eyes a second before dropping
it. "What were you doing when I came in?"

"I was just going to get the lesson."

"Oh, do you go on with your studies? Perhaps I can help you better
than Anna Belle."

"Would you cousin Eloise?" Jewel flushed with pleasure. "Some of the
words are so long. I thought I'd ask grandpa to-night."

"Why didn't you wish to come to me?" questioned Eloise, well knowing

The little girl looked a trifle embarrassed. "I didn't want to trouble
you. Of course you aren't my real relations," she said modestly.

"Do you remember that, too!" exclaimed Eloise.

Jewel started at the hurt voice. "Would you like to be?" she asked
earnestly. "I wish you were, because"--she hesitated and smiled with
her head a little on the side, "because I might look more like you."

The gravity of Eloise's lips remained unbroken. "I want you to promise
me something, Jewel. I want you to promise not to tell your
grandfather that I have been with you to-day."

"Why? He'd be glad I was happy."

"I have a reason. I will help you with your studies every day if you
won't tell him."

"I might without meaning to," rejoined the child, her alert little
mind busy with the new problem suddenly presented to it.

"I will make a rainbow scarf for Anna Belle if you will never speak of
me to your grandfather."

"Why do you say my grandfather? He's yours, too."

"Not at all. Didn't you just say I was not your real relation?"

"Oh but, cousin Eloise," Jewel was sure of the hurt now, though the
why or wherefore was a mystery, "of course he wishes you were."

"Oh no he doesn't." The answer came quick and sharp, and the child
reviewed mentally her own observations of the household. Her heart
swelled with the desire to help.

"Now, cousin Eloise," her breath came a little faster with the
thronging thoughts for which her vocabulary was insufficient, "error
does try to cheat people so. Just think how kind you were inside all
the time, though you wouldn't smile at me. You're willing to make Anna
Belle a scarf. I called you the enchanted maiden, because you were too
sorry to try to make people happy, and now grandpa's just like that;
he's enchanted, too, if he doesn't make you happy, because he's just
as /kind/ inside, oh, just as /kind/ as he can be."

"He likes you," returned Eloise.

Jewel regarded her for a silent moment. "I noticed when I came," she
said at last, apologetically, "that nobody here seemed to love one
another; and the house was so grand and the people were so beautiful
that I couldn't understand; and I called it Castle Discord."

Eloise gave a little exclamation. "I call it the icebox," she

Jewel's face lighted. "That's it, that's all it is," she said eagerly.
"It's easy to melt ice. Love melts everything."

"It's pretty slow work sometimes," said Eloise.

"Then you have to put on more love. That's all. Have you"--the child
asked the question a little timidly, "have you put on much love to

"Why should I love him?" asked Eloise. "He doesn't love me."

"Oh dear," said Jewel. After a minute's thought her face brightened.
"I guess I'll show you my dotted letter."

She ran to the closet where hung her dotted challie dress and took
from the pocket the message that had come to her the evening of her
arrival. "My mother put a letter into all my pockets for a happy
surprise; and this one came the first night, when I was feeling all
sorry and alone, and it comforted me. Perhaps it will comfort you."

She put the paper into the girl's hand, and Eloise read it. She turned
it over and read it a second time.

Jewel stood beside her chair watching, and seeing that her cousin
seemed interested, she ran and brought her little wrapper. "Perhaps
you'd like to see this one too," she said feeling in the pocket for
the second message.

Eloise accepted and read it. Every word of the two notes came to the
mind of the young girl as suggestions from another planet, so foreign
were they to any instruction or advice that had ever fallen to her

She gave a slight exclamation as she finished. "Is your mother a
saint?" she asked, looking up suddenly.

"No," returned Jewel innocently. "She's a Christian Scientist."

Eloise suddenly put out her hand, and drawing Jewel to her, hid her
forehead on the child's breast.

"I wish you were older," she said.

Jewel put her little hands on the shining waves of hair she had
admired from afar. "I wish my mother was here," she answered. "Did you
like those things mother said?"

"Oh yes; but they're from heaven, and I'm in the other place," replied
Eloise disconsolately.

"Then let's look in another pocket!" exclaimed Jewel. "I'll look in my
best dress. Perhaps she'd put the best one there."

The girl lifted her head, and the child went eagerly to the closet,
coming back with a folded paper. "We'll read it together. You read it
out loud, and I'll look over your shoulder."

The rain slanted against the window in gusts as the two heads bent
above the paper. Eloise read:--

"Mother is thinking of you, little daughter, every day and every
night, and the thing she hopes the most is, that you never let the
day go by without studying the lesson. The words may be hard
sometimes, but perhaps some one will read it with you, and if they
do not, then you go on trying your best, and you will learn more
and more all the time; for truth will shine into your thought and
help you. Grandpa will give you plenty of bread and butter, but
you must remember that Spirit, not matter, satisfieth. You would
starve without the Bible and the text-book, and very soon the joy
would go out of everything. Give my love to Anna Belle, and tell
her not to go out to play any day until you have read the lesson."

"Your mother speaks as if you learned Christian Science out of the
Bible," said Eloise.

"Of course," returned Jewel.

"I thought a woman got it up," said the girl. "I thought your church
worshipped her."

The child smiled at the phrase. "You know Christ was the first one.
That's why we call ourselves that. We couldn't be Christian Scientists
if we worshipped any one but God," she answered. "Of course we love
Mrs. Eddy. Just think how good and unselfish a person has to be before
they can hear God's teaching. He showed her how to remind people of
the things that Christ taught, and how to get rid of their sins and
sickness. We love her dearly for helping people so much, and shouldn't
you think everybody would? But they don't. Some people think hating
thoughts about her, just as if she was teaching bad things instead of
good ones. Mother says it reminds her of what the Saviour said, 'For
which of these works do ye stone me?' "

"Ah, but you see," returned Eloise, "Christian Scientists let people
die sometimes without a doctor."

"But lots of people they do cure are the ones doctors said would have
to die."

"I know they claim that."

"And such a lot of people pass on while doctors are taking care of
them I wonder why it makes everybody so angry when a Scientist goes
without any."

Eloise smiled faintly as she shook her head. "It is more respectable
to die with a doctor at your side," she returned.

"Are you really willing to help me with the lesson, cousin Eloise? If
you are, it would be nice if you would get your Bible too."

The girl looked embarrassed. "I haven't any."

"Well, your mother's would do just as well," said Jewel politely.

"She hasn't any--here, I'm sure."

The little girl stood very still a moment. "No wonder they're sorry,"
she thought.

"All right. We can both look over one," she answered, and going to the
dresser she brought her books.

"Was this the study you meant?" asked Eloise, looking at the three
books curiously. "I thought I was offering to help you with something
I knew about. I used to learn verses out of the Bible when I was a
little girl in Sunday-school. I don't know anything about it now."

"But you can read everything, the big words and all," replied Jewel.
"I wish I could."

Eloise saw that this reply was designed to minister to her self-
respect. She took up the small black book lying with the Bible. "What
is this?"

"That is 'Science and Health,' that Mrs. Eddy wrote to explain to us
what the Bible means; and this other one is to tell us where to pick
out the places for the day's lesson." Jewel pulled up a chair, and
seating herself, turned over the leaves of the Quarterly briskly until
she found the right date.

"Please find Zechariah, cousin Eloise."

"What's that?" asked the girl helplessly.

"It's in the Old Testament. Would you rather I'd find them? All right,
then you can take 'Science and Health' and find that part."

"I hope it's easy, for I'm awfully stupid, Jewel."

"Oh, it's very easy. You'll see." The child found the chapter and
verse in the Bible and read, with her finger on the line. Eloise
looked over and read with her. Thus they went through all the verses
for the day, then Jewel began to give the page and line to be read in
the text-book.

This volume was small and agreeable to handle, the India paper
pleasant to the girl's dainty touch. According to the child's request,
she read aloud the lines which were called for.

"That's all," said Jewel at last. "Oh cousin Eloise, it's just lovely
and easy to get the lesson with you," she added gratefully.

Eloise made no response. Her eye had been caught by a statement on the
page before her, and she read on in silence.

Jewel waited a minute and then, seeing that her cousin was absorbed,
she laid down the Quarterly and took up her doll and sat still,
watching the pretty profile, undisturbed by doubts as to what her
cousin might think of the book she held, and full of utter confidence
that He who healeth all our diseases would minister to her through its

At last Eloise again became conscious of her surroundings. She turned
to her companion, a skeptical comment on her lips, but she suppressed
the words at sight of the innocent, expectant face. She certainly had
nothing to give this child better than what she already possessed.

"You can read it any time when you feel sorry, cousin Eloise, that and
my Bible too. Mother always does."

"Does she ever feel sorry?"

"Sometimes; but it can't last where the Bible is."

"I never saw that the Bible had anything to do with us," said Eloise.

"Why--ee!" Jewel suddenly dropped Anna Belle and again took up the

"What do you think I opened to?" holding the verse with her finger as
she looked up. Then she read, " 'If ye love them that love you what
thank have ye?' Now isn't that something to do with you and grandpa?"

"I don't see how I can love people who don't choose to be lovable,"
returned Eloise. "What's the use of pretending?"

"But then," said the child, "the trouble is that everything that isn't
love is hate."

Her visitor raised her eyebrows. "Ah! I should have to think about
that," she returned.

"Yes, you'd better," agreed Jewel. Then she turned to the Psalms and
read the ninety-first.

When she had finished she looked up at her cousin, an earnest
questioning in her eyes.

"That is very beautiful," said Eloise. "I never heard it before. How
well you read it, Jewel."

"Yes," replied the child. "It's so much easier to read things when you
know them by heart." Then she turned to the Twenty-third Psalm and
read it.

"Yes, I've heard that one. It's beautiful of course, but I never
thought of its having anything to do with us." Eloise was watching her
cousin curiously. It seemed too strange for belief that a healthy
child of her age should be taking a vital interest in the Bible and
endeavoring to prove a position from its pages.

When the girl finally rose to go she turned at the door:--

"Remember your promise not to tell grandfather about this morning,"
she said.

Jewel, hovering about her, looked troubled.

"Would you just as lief tell me why?" she asked.

Eloise gave the ghost of a smile. "It would be a long story, and I
scarcely think you would understand."

"I think I could obey you better if you would tell me."

"Very well. We, my mother and I, are not Mr. Evringham's real
relations,--to put it as you do,--and we have come here because my
poor father lost his money and we have nowhere else to go. We came
without being invited, and it hurts to have to stay where we are not
wanted. I don't wish grandfather to think that I am being kind to you,
for fear he will believe that I am doing it to make him like me better
and because I want to stay here."

The girl spoke slowly and with great clearness.

Jewel looked at her, speechless with surprise and perplexity.

Eloise went on: "I don't want to stay here, you understand. I wish to
go away. I would go to-day if my mother were willing."

Her large eyes grew dark as she closed, and the child received a sense
of the turbulence that underlay her words.

"Thank you for explaining," she returned in an awed tone. "I wish my
mother was here; but God is, and He'll take care of you, cousin
Eloise. Mother says we don't ever need to stay in the shadow. There's
always the sunshine, only we must do our part, we must come into it."

"How Jewel? Supposing you don't know how."

"You can learn how," replied the child earnestly, "right in those
books. Lots of sorry people grow glad studying them."



While Jewel still stood turning over in her mind what she had heard,
charming strains of music began coming up through the hall. Cousin
Eloise had gone to the piano.

"I almost which I hadn't made her tell me," thought the child, "for
how can I help grandpa not to be sorry they are here? Wouldn't I be
sorry to have aunt Madge come and live with me when I never asked her
to?" She stood for some minutes wrestling with the problem, but
suddenly her expression changed. "I was forgetting!" she exclaimed. "I
mustn't get sorry too. God is All. Mortal mind can't do anything about
it." She closed her eyes, and pressing her hand to her lips, stood for
a minute in mute realization; then with a smile of relief, she took up
Anna Belle.

"Let's go down, dearie, and hear the music," she said light heartedly.

When the summons to luncheon sounded and Mrs. Evringham entered the
parlor, she found the child curled up in a big chair, her doll in her
lap, listening absorbedly to the last strains of a Chopin Ballade.

"Do you like music, Julia?" she asked patronizingly, as her daughter
finished and turned about.

"The child's name is Jewel," said Eloise.

"Yes, aunt Madge, I love it," replied the little girl; "and I didn't
know people could play the piano the way cousin Eloise does."

Mrs. Evringham smiled. "I suppose you've not heard much good music."

"Yes'm, I've heard our organist in church."

"And Jewel can make good music herself," said Eloise. "She can sing
like a little lark. I've been up in her room this morning."

Mrs. Evringham welcomed the look on her daughter's face as she made
the statement. "Thank fortune Eloise has played herself into good
humor," she thought.

"Indeed? I must hear her sing some time. You're playing unusually well
this morning, my dear. I wish Dr. Ballard could have heard you. Come
to luncheon."

The three repaired to the dining-room, where Mrs. Forbes's glance
immediately noted the presence of Anna Belle. She took her from
Jewel's arms and placed her on a remote corner of the sideboard, in
the middle of which glowed the American Beauty roses.

Mrs. Evringham approached them with solicitude.

"They're looking finely, Mrs. Forbes," she said suavely. "You surely
understand the care of roses." She lifted the silver scissors that
hung from her chatelaine and succeeded in severing one of the long

"Here, little girl," she added, advancing to Eloise, "you need this in
your white gown to cheer us up this rainy day."

The girl shrank and opened her lips to decline, but restrained herself
and submitted to have the flower pinned amid her laces.

Jewel gazed at her in open admiration. The glowing color lent a
wonderful touch to the girl's beauty. Mrs. Evringham laughed low at
the fascinated look in the plain little face, and luncheon began.

To Jewel it differed much from the ones that had preceded it. Mrs.
Forbes might hover like a large black cloud, aunt Madge might rail at
the weather which cut her off from her afternoon drive, but the
morning's experience seemed to have put the child into new relations
with all, and Eloise often gave her a friendly glance or smile as the
meal progressed.

It was destined to a surprising interruption. In the midst of the
discussion of lamb chops and Saratoga chips the door opened, and in
walked Dr. Ballard. The shoulders of his becoming raincoat were
spangled with drops, his hat was in his hand, a deprecatory smile
brightened his face.

"Forgive me, won't you?" he said as he advanced to Mrs. Evringham and
clasped the outstretched hand which eagerly welcomed him. "It was my
one leisure half hour to-day."

He brought the freshness of the spring air with him, and he went on
around the table shaking hands with the others, and finally drew up a
chair beside Jewel.

"No, I can't eat anything," he declared in response to the urging of
Mrs. Evringham and the housekeeper. "Can't stay long enough for that."

His eyes fastened on the graceful girl opposite him, who was trying to
offset her blushes by a direct and nonchalant gaze. The rose on her
breast seemed to be scorching her cheeks. She knew that her mother was
exulting in the lucky inspiration which had made her set it there.

"How good of you to come and cheer us!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham. "Do
take off your coat and stay for a cosy hour. We will have some music."

"Don't tempt me. I have an office hour awaiting me. I came principally
to see this little girl."

Jewel had leaned back in her chair and was watching his bright face

"I'm glad of it," rejoined Mrs. Evringham devoutly. "I distrust these
sudden recoveries, Dr. Ballard. Do make very sure that she hasn't one
of those lingering, treacherous fevers. I've heard of such things."

Dr. Ballard's eyes laughed into those of his little neighbor. "She
doesn't look the part," he returned.

Jewel gave a glance around the table. "Will you excuse me?" she said
politely, then she reached up to the doctor's ear.

"Shall I go and get my money?" she whispered.

He shook his head. "No," he replied in a low tone. "I came to thank
you very much for your note, and to tell you that you don't owe me
anything. I'm not usually a 'no cure, no pay' doctor. I take the money
anyway, but this time I'm going to make an exception."

"Why?" asked Jewel, speaking aloud as long as he did.

"Well, you see, you didn't take the medicine. That makes a difference.
Most people take it."

"Ye--es," rejoined Jewel rather doubtfully. She was not sure of this

"So now we're perfectly square," went on the doctor, "but don't you
fall ill again." He shook his head at her. "I want us to remain

"We'd always be friends, wouldn't we?" returned Jewel, smiling into
his laughing eyes.

"When is our golf coming off, Miss Eloise?" he asked, looking across
the table again.

"When the weather permits," she responded graciously.

"I guess that's going to be all right," commented Mrs. Forbes
mentally. "She's as pretty as a painting with that rose on, and her
mother looks as contented as a cat with her paw on a mouse. She don't
mean to play with that mouse, either. She won't run any risks. She'll
take it right in. You're pretty near done for, my young feller, and
your eyes look willing, I must say."

The spring rain proved to be a protracted storm. Mr. Evringham made
his hours long in the city. Eloise came up to Jewel's room each
morning and read the lesson with her, always reading on to herself
after it was finished. She made the child tell her of the
circumstances of her recent illness and cure, and listened to Jewel's
affectionate comments on Dr. Ballard's kindness with an inscrutable
expression which did not satisfy the child.

"You love him, don't you?" asked the little girl.

Eloise gave a slight smile. "If everything that isn't love is hate, I
suppose I ought to," she returned.

"Yes, indeed," agreed Jewel; "and he has been so kind to you I don't
see how you can help it."

The girl sighed. "Don't grow up, Jewel," she said. "It makes lots of

On the second one of her visits to the child's room she put her hand
on the flaxen head. "I'd like to fix your hair," she said. "Mrs.
Forbes doesn't part it nicely."

"I do it myself," returned Jewel; "but I'd be glad to have you."

So Eloise washed the thick flaxen locks and dried them. Then she
parted and brushed the hair, and when it was finally tied, Jewel
regarded the reflection of her smooth head with satisfaction.

"It looks just the way mother makes it," she said. "I'm going to write
to mother and father to-night, and I'm going to tell them how kind you
are to me."

That evening, in Mr. Evringham's library, Jewel wrote the letter.

Her grandfather, after making some extremely uncomplimentary comments
upon the weather, had lowered his green-shaded electric light and
established himself beneath it with his book.

He looked across at the child, who was situated as before at the
table, her crossed feet, in their spring-heeled shoes, dangling

"May I smoke, Jewel?" he asked, as he took a cigar from the case. He
asked the question humorously, but the reply was serious.

"Oh yes, grandpa, of course; this is your room; but you know nobody
likes tobacco naturally except a worm."

Mr. Evringham's deep-set eyes widened. "Is it possible? Well, we're
all worms."

Jewel smiled fondly at him, her head a little on one side, in its
characteristic attitude.

"You're such a joker," she returned.

"If you really dislike smoke," said the broker after a minute,
"perhaps you'd better take your letter up to your room."

"I don't mind it," she returned. "Father used to smoke. It's only a
little while since it gave him up."

"You mean since he gave it up."

"No. When people study Christian Science, the error habits that they
have just go away."

"Indeed? I'm glad you warned me." Mr. Evringham blew a delicate ring
of smoke toward the table, but Jewel had begun to think of her
parents, and her pencil was moving. Her grandfather noted the trim
appearance of the bowed head.

"I don't know but I was cut out for a man milliner after all," he
mused complacently. "Those bows have really a very chic appearance."

His book interested him, and he soon became absorbed in its pages.
Jewel occasionally coming to an orthographic problem looked up and
waited, but he did not observe her, so she patiently kept silence and
resumed her work. At last the letter was finished.

She looked again at her grandfather, and opened her cramped little
hand with relief. The back of her neck was tired with her bending
posture. She leaned back in the heavy chair to rest it while she
waited. The eyelids, grown heavy with her labors, wavered and winked.
The rain dripped down the panes, as if it had fallen into a monotonous
habit. The sound was soothing. Jewel fell asleep.

When finally Mr. Evringham glanced at her he smiled. "Little
thoroughbred," he mused; "she'd never disturb me." He rose and crossed
to the child. There lay the finished letter. He took it up with some

DEAR MOTHER AND FATHER----It is most time to get a leter from you
but I will not wait to tell you I am happy and well.

Grandpa is the kindest man and he has the most Beautiful horse,
her name is Essecks made. He let me sit on her back and give her
Sugar. Cosin Elloees is the prettiest one of all. She has things
that make her sorry but she is very kind to me. She washed my hare
today and she helps me get the lesson. There is a docter here he
is lovly. He tried to cure me when I had a claim but Mrs. Lewis
did. Cosin Elloees reads S. and H when we get throo the lesson and
I think she will be glad Pretty soon and not afrade Grandpa
doesn't want her and Ant maj. She won't let me tell grandpa she is
kind to me, but I can Explane beter when you come home.

Grandpa's kindness is inside, and he Looks sorry but noboddy cood
help loving him. I love you both every minnit and the leters in my
pocket help me so much.

Your dear


Mr. Evringham had scarcely finished reading this epistle when Jewel's
head slipped on the polished woodwork against which she was leaning
and bumped against the side of the chair with a jar which awoke her.

Seeing her grandfather standing near she smiled drowsily. "I fell
asleep, didn't I?" she said, and rubbed her eyes; then noting the
sheet of paper in Mr. Evringham's hand, memory returned to her. She
sat up with a start.

"Oh, grandpa, you haven't read my letter!" she exclaimed, with an
accent of dismay which brought the blood to the broker's face. He felt
a culprit before the shocked blue eyes.

"To--to see if it was spelled right, you know," he said. "You had me
do it before."

"Yes, I wanted you to then," returned the child; "but it is error to
read people's letters unless they ask you to, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's confoundedly bad form, Jewel. I beg your pardon. You didn't
mean me to see those sweet things you said about me, eh?"

"That was no matter. It was cousin Eloise's secret. She trusted me."
The child's eyes filled with tears.

The broker cleared his throat. "No harm done, I'm sure. No harm done,"
he returned brusquely, to cover his discomfiture. For the first time
he made an advance toward his granddaughter. "Come here a minute,
Jewel." He took her hand and led her to his chair, and seating
himself, lifted her into his lap. The corners of her lips were drawing
down involuntarily, and as her head fell against his broad shoulder,
he took out his handkerchief and dried her eyes. "I hope you'll
forgive me, he said. "After this I will always wait for your
permission. Now what is this about cousin Eloise?"

Jewel shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

"You can't tell me?"


"Then don't you think perhaps it was a good thing I read your letter
after all, if it is something I ought to know?"

The speaker was not so interested to discover the secrets of his
beautiful guest as to set himself right with this admirer. He did not
relish falling from his pedestal.

"Do you think perhaps Divine Love made you do it, grandpa?" asked the
child tremulously, with returning hope.

Mr. Evringham was quite certain that it had been curiosity, but he was
willing to accept a higher sounding hypothesis.

"Mother explained to me about God making 'the wrath of man to praise
Him,' " added Jewel after the moment's pause. "If it makes you kind to
cousin Eloise, perhaps we can be glad you read it."

"What is the matter with Eloise?" asked Mr. Evringham.

Jewel sat up, fixed him with her eyes, pressed her lips together, and
shook her head.

"You won't tell me?"

The head went on firmly shaking.

"Then let me read the letter again."

"No, grandpa," decidedly.

He kept one arm around her as he smoothed his mustache. "Is there
something you think I ought to do?"

A light seemed to illumine the eyes that the little girl kept fixed on
his, but she did not speak.

"Do you think it discourteous for me to spend my evenings away from
those two? They don't want me, child."

Still she did not speak. Mr. Evringham was divided between a desire to
shake her and the wish to see the familiar fondness return to her

"You wrote that Eloise thinks I do not want her and her mother here.
Her intelligence is of a higher order than I feared. Well, what can be
done about it? I've been asking myself that for some time. How would
it do to settle some money upon them and then say good-by?"

"If you did it with love," suggested Jewel.

"It's my impression that they could dispense with the love under those
circumstances." The broker gave a slight smile.

The child put an impulsive little hand on his shoulder. "No indeed,
grandpa. Nobody can do without love. It hurts cousin Eloise because
she isn't your real relation. She doesn't know how kind you are
inside." The child's lips closed suddenly.

"She fixed your hair very nicely," Mr. Evringham viewed the flaxen
head critically. "That's one thing in her favor."

"She's full of things in her favor," returned Jewel warmly. "Error's
using you, grandpa, not to love her. If we don't love people we can't
be sure anything we do to them is right."

Mr. Evringham raised one hand and scratched his head slowly, regarding
Jewel with what she felt was intended to be a humorous air.

"Couldn't you give me an easier one?" he asked.

"Oh grandpa," the flaxen head nestled against his breast and the child
sighed. "I wish everybody knew how kind you are," and the broker
patted her shoulder and enjoyed the clinging pressure of her cheek,
for it assured him that again he stood firmly on the pedestal.



The rain and wind lasted for three days, clearing at last on an
evening which proved eventful.

Mr. Evringham had taken a long ride into the country roundabout, and
Jewel had been down at the gate to greet his return. He swung her up
into the saddle with him, and in triumph she rode to the barn.

Mrs. Evringham observed this from the window and reported to Eloise.

"I didn't suppose father would be so indulgent to any living thing as
he is to that child," she said rather dejectedly. "Do you know,
Eloise, Mrs. Forbes says that Jewel spends every evening with him in
his study."

"Indeed? I'm not surprised. He had to take pity on her since we would

Mrs. Evringham sighed. "I really believe nobody was ever so
exasperating as you are," she returned. "When Jewel first came, if you
remember, I wished to welcome her,--in fact I did,--but you refused to
be decently civil. Now you speak as if we had made a mistake, and that
it was my fault. I wish you would let Dr. Ballard prescribe for you. I
don't think you are well."

"He does prescribe roses and chocolates, and I take them, don't I?"

"Yes, and after this you can have some golf. It will do you good."

To-day was the third during which Eloise had helped her cousin with
the morning lesson and brushed and braided her hair. Jewel had had
many minds about whether to tell Eloise of her escaped secret. An
intuition bade her refrain, but the sense of dishonesty was more than
the child could bear; so that morning, during the hair braiding, she
had confessed. She began thus:--

"I wrote to my father and mother last night how good you were to me."

"Did you tell them how good you were to me?" asked the girl, so kindly
that the child's heart leaped within her and she more than ever wished
that she had nothing to confess.

"I wish I could be, cousin Eloise; I meant to be, but error crept in."
The girl was learning something of the new phraseology, and she smiled
at Jewel in the glass and was surprised to find what troubled eyes met
hers. "I went to sleep that night waiting for grandpa to be through
with his book, and when I waked up he had read my letter."

Eloise's smile faded. "Tell me again what you said in it," she

Jewel's lips quivered. "I said how kind you were, and washed my hair,
and asked me not to tell grandpa--"

"You put that in?" Eloise interrupted eagerly.

The child took courage from her changed tone. "Yes; I said you didn't
want him to know you were kind to me."

The girl smiled slightly and went on with her brushing.

"He wished he hadn't read it when he saw how sorry I was. He asked my
pardon and said he had done bad form. I don't know what that is."

"It's the worst thing that can happen to some people," returned
Eloise. "Good form is said to be the New York conscience."

"Oh," responded Jewel, not understanding, but too relieved and
grateful that her cousin was not unforgiving to press the matter.

Eloise fell into thought. Mr. Evringham had certainly been more genial
at table, conversation had been more general and sustained last
evening than ever before the advent of Jewel, and he had not sneered,
either. Eloise searched her memory for some word or look that might
have given hurt to her self-esteem, but she could find none.

On this evening Mr. Evringham was in unusual spirits at dinner time.
He told of the pleasure of Essex Maid at finding herself free of the
stable again, and of the gallop he had taken among the hills.

The meat course had just been removed when Sarah came in with a
troubled face, saying that Zeke wanted to see Mr. Evringham. Something
was the matter with Essex Maid. She seemed "very bad."

The master's face changed, and he moved back from the table. The
countenances of the others showed consternation. Mrs. Forbes turned
pale. Had Zeke done anything, or left something undone? She dropped
her tray and hastened after Mr. Evringham. Eloise noticed that Jewel's
eyes were closed. In a minute the child pushed back from the table,
and without a word to the others she hurried to the scene of trouble.
She met Mrs. Forbes rushing to the kitchen for hot water.

"Go straight into the house, Jewel," cried the housekeeper with an
anger born of her excitement. "Don't you go near that barn and get in
the way."

The child, scarcely hearing her, fled on. As she entered the barn she
heard her grandfather's voice addressing Zeke, who was flinging a
saddle on Dick.

"Dr. Busby'll leave anything when he knows it's the Maid." He didn't
need to say "hurry." Zeke was as anxious as his master to get the
veterinary surgeon.

Essex Maid had fallen in her stall and was making her misery apparent,
tossing her head and rolling her eyes. Her master's teeth were set.

"Grandpa, may I try to help?" came Jewel's eager voice.

"Go away, child," sternly. "You'll get hurt."

"But may I treat her?"

"Do anything," brusquely; "but don't come near."

Jewel ran to the back of the barn, dropped on the floor, and buried
her face in her hands.

Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen. Zeke rode up to the barn door,
white and wild-eyed in the twilight.

"Dr. Busby was away!" he gasped. "They tried to get him on the
telephone, and at last did. He'll be here in a few minutes."

"The Maid's better," said Mr. Evringham, wiping his forehead. "There
hasn't been a repetition of the attack." Mrs. Forbes stood by, fanning
herself with her apron. The mare was standing quietly.

"Great Scott, but I'm glad!" replied Zeke devoutly. "I've seen 'em
keel up with that. You can go through me with a fine tooth comb, Mr.
Evringham, and you won't find a thing I've neglected for that mare."
Excitement had placed the young fellow beyond his awe for the master.

"I believe you, boy," returned the broker. In his relief he would have
believed anything.

"See the poor kid," said Zeke, catching sight of the little figure
sitting out of earshot, where the twilight touched her.

Mr. Evringham wheeled and strode back to the child. Her face was still

"Don't cry, Jewel," he said kindly, his voice unsteady. "She's

The child looked up radiantly. "I knew it!"

The unexpected look and exclamation startled her grandfather. "Zeke
says the doctor can't get here for a little while," he went on, "but
the mare is out of pain."

"It's all right," rejoined the child joyously. "The doctor ought not
to come. We shall do better without him."

The first gleam of her meaning began to shine across the broker's
mind. He stared down at the little figure, uncertain whether to laugh
or cry, sufficiently shaken to do either.

"Why, you midget you," he said, picking the child up in his arms;
"have you been trying your tricks over here in the corner?"

"That isn't the way to talk, grandpa, when God has helped us so,"
returned Jewel earnestly.

Zeke, following his employer, had heard this colloquy, and stared open

When Dr. Busby arrived he was a much injured man. "The mare's
perfectly fit," he grumbled. "You've made me leave an important case."

"Very sorry," returned Mr. Evringham, trying to look so. "The fact is
the Maid has given us a scare in the last hour that I shouldn't like
repeated. Look her over carefully, Busby, carefully."

"I have." The veterinary gave a cross look around the group, his
glance resting a moment on the upturned face of a little flaxen-haired
girl who stood with her hand in Mr. Evringham's.

"He's falling into his dotage, I guess," said the doctor privately to
Zeke, as he prepared to ride away.

"Don't fool yourself," returned the young fellow. "The mare pretty
near scared me into a fit. My knees ain't real steady yet."

He stood watching the disappearing figure of the veterinary. "That kid
believes praying did it," he mused. "I ain't going to believe that, of
course, but the whole thing was the queerest ever."

Mr. Evringham, after one more visit to the stall of Essex Maid,
started back to the house, Jewel skipping beside him.

Mrs. Forbes remained in the barn, one hand still pressed to her ample
bosom, a teakettle in the other.

"What'd you calc'late to do, ma?" inquired her son, approaching her.

"Wring out hot flannels. It's sense to treat colic the same, whether
it's in a horse or a baby."

Zeke laughed. "Essex Maid didn't think so, did she?"

"Wouldn't let us do a thing. I saw the tears drip out of Mr.
Evringham's eyes plain as I see you now. Zeke Forbes, you'll never
know what it was to me to have you come in and speak the way you did.
You couldn't have done it if you'd mistreated the horse any way."

"Thank you," returned the coachman emphatically. "I ain't monkeying
with buzz saws this year."

"Not knowingly you wouldn't. But, child,"--Mrs. Forbes set down the
kettle and pressed the other hand tighter to her bosom as she came
closer to him, "last night you'd been drinking when you came home."

"Ho!" laughed Zeke uncomfortably, "just a smile or two with the boys.
By ginger, you've got a nose on you, mother."

"Can you think of your father and then laugh over it, Zeke? There
hasn't a man ever come to be a sot that didn't laugh about it in the
first place."

"Now, mother, now, now," said the young fellow in half-impatient tones
of consolation, as he took the handkerchief from her apron pocket and
wiped her eyes, where tears began to spring. "You must trust a chap to
do what's right. I ain't a fool. Don't you think about this again. I
can take care of myself. Come now, to change the subject, what's your
opinion of Christian Science as applied to horses with the colic?"

"What do you mean?" returned the housekeeper in an unusually subdued

"Why, didn't you catch on? The kid was over there in the corner
treating the Maid. That's what they call it, treating 'em. Mr.
Evringham laughed when he found out, and she jumped on him. Yes, she
did; came right out and told him that wasn't the way to show his
gratitude, or something like that. Think of the nerve!"

"I ain't surprised. That child can't surprise me."

"But what do you think of it, ma? I tell you 't was queer, the way
that mare's pain stopped. Of course I ain't going to believe--but,"
firmly, "I can't get away from a notion that those Christian Science
folks know something that we don't. Busby was madder'n a hornet. I
didn't scarcely know what to say to him."

"Don't be soft, Zeke," returned his mother, picking up the kettle.
"The time for superstition has gone by."

As Jewel and her grandfather entered the house they heard music.

"That's cousin Eloise playing. Have you heard her grandpa?"

"Yes, when they first came."

"Than you haven't sat with them in the evening for a long time?"
suggested the child.

"No. I--I didn't wish to monopolize their society. I wanted to give
Dr. Ballard a chance. He is a friend of theirs, you know."

"Yes, but I think cousin Eloise would be glad if she thought you liked
her playing. It's very beautiful, isn't it, grandpa?"

"Yes, I dare say. Then, besides, I'm not at all sure that Mrs.
Evringham would permit me to smoke in the drawing-room."

"But wouldn't it be nice to go in there just a few minutes before you
go to your study? I love to hear cousin Eloise play, but I like to be
with you, grandpa."

Mr. Evringham was in a yielding state of mind. He allowed the pressure
of the child's hand on his to lead him to the drawing-room, where his
entrance made a little stir.

Dr. Ballard was sitting near the piano, listening to the music.
Everybody rose as the newcomers entered.

"How are you, Ballard? Jewel wished to hear her cousin's music, and so
behold us. If we bring a reminder of the stable, blame her."

"Oh father, that dear horse is all right, I'm sure," gushed Mrs.
Evringham, "or else you wouldn't be here!"

"What? Something the matter with Essex Maid?" asked Dr. Ballard with

"Yes." Mr. Evringham seated himself. "A sharp attack, but short. She
was relieved before we could get Busby here." The speaker contracted
his eyebrows and looked at the child, who was still beside him. "The
mare had received mental treatments meanwhile," he added gravely.

Dr. Ballard smiled, and drawing Jewel to him, lifted her upon his
knee. "Look here," he said, "can't you let anything around here be
sick in peace? We doctors shall have to form a union and manage to get
you boycotted."

The child smiled back at him, her head a little on one side, as her
manner was when she was in doubt how to respond.

"What a blessing!" exclaimed Mrs. Evringham vivaciously. "Here,
father, is the best cup of coffee you ever drank, if I did make it

Many weeks had elapsed since the broker had accepted a cup of coffee
from that fair hand, but he rose now to take it with good grace.

"Is there going to be some cambric tea for this baby?" inquired Dr.

"You must be hungry, Jewel; you hadn't finished your dinner," said her
grandfather, but she protested that she was not.

"How is Anna Belle?" asked Dr. Ballard. "It's a long time since I saw

"Would you like to?" asked Jewel doubtfully.

"Why--of--course!--if she's still up. Don't have her dress on my

"She doesn't go to bed till I do," responded the child. "I know she'd
love to come down!" In a flash she had bounded to the door and

Eloise was still sitting on the piano stool, facing the room.
"Grandfather," she said, leaning slightly forward in her earnestness,
"did Jewel really treat Essex Maid?"

The broker shrugged his shoulders and smiled as he stirred his coffee.

"I believe she did."

"And do you think it did the horse any good?"

"Don't be absurd!" cried her mother laughingly, on nettles lest the
girl displease the young doctor.

"Don't crowd me, Eloise, don't crowd me," responded Mr. Evringham.
"I'd rather have something a little more substantial doing for a sick
horse than the prayers of an infant; eh, Ballard?"

"I've been reading Jewel's Christian Science book a great deal the
last few days," said Eloise. "If it's the truth, then she helped Essex

Mrs. Evringham was dismayed. "What a very large /if/, my dear," she
returned lightly.

"She's a bright little girl," said Dr. Ballard, and as he spoke Jewel
came back.

She brought her doll straight to him, and he took both child and doll
on his lap.

"Dear fellow," thought Mrs. Evringham, "how fond he is of children!
I'd like to put Eloise in a strait-jacket. Do play some more, dear,
won't you?" she said aloud, eager to return to safe ground.

"Oh yes, cousin Eloise," added Jewel ardently.

"If you will sing afterward. Will you?" asked the girl.

"Can you sing, Jewel?" asked Mr. Evringham.

"No, grandpa, nothing but the tunes in church."

"Well," he responded, half smiling again, "I don't know that a hymn
would be so out of place to-night."

"Do play the lovely running thing about spring, cousin Eloise," begged
the child.

The girl turned back to the piano. "Jewel is so modern that she
doesn't know the Mendelssohn 'Spring Song,' " she said, and forthwith
she began it.

Jewel's head lay back against Dr. Ballard's shoulder, and her eyes
never swerved from the white-robed musician.

When the player had finished and been thanked, the child and the
doctor exchanged a look of appreciation. "That sounds the way it does
in the Ravine of Happiness," said Jewel.

"Where is that?"

"Where the brook is."

"Oh!" Dr. Ballard had unpleasant associations with the brook. "I
understand you are fond of horses," he added irrelevantly.

"Oh yes."

"Do you want to go driving with me to-morrow morning?"

Jewel's face grew radiant.

"Oh yes!" She looked across at her grandfather.

"I promised to take you driving, didn't I, Jewel? Well, the pleasant
weather has come. I guess she'll go with me to-morrow, Ballard."

"Guess again, Mr. Evringham," retorted the doctor gayly. "She has
accepted my invitation."

Mrs. Evringham looked on and wondered. "What is it about that child
that takes them all?" she soliloquized. "She reminds me of that
dreadfully plain Madam what's-her-name, who was so fascinating to
everybody at the French court."

Eloise was smiling. "Now it's your turn, Jewel," she said.

The child looked from one to another. "I never sang for anybody," she
returned doubtfully.

"Yes indeed, for Anna Belle. I've heard you," said Eloise.

"Oh, she was singing with me."

"Very well. Let her sing with you now."

"What one?"

"The one I heard,--'Father, where Thine own children are I love to
be.' "

"Oh, you mean. 'O'er waiting harpstrings.' All right," and the child,
sitting where she was, sang the well-loved hymn to a touched audience.

"Upon my word, Jewel," said her grandfather when she had finished.
"Your music isn't all in your soul." His eyes were glistening.

"Those are beautiful words," said Dr. Ballard. "I don't remember any
such hymn."

"Mrs. Eddy wrote it," returned the child.

"It wasn't Castle Discord to-night," she said later to Anna Belle,
while they were going to bed. "Didn't you notice how much differently
people loved one another?"



"I declare, Eloise," said Mrs. Evringham the next morning, "it is
almost worth three whole days of storm to have a spell of such
heavenly weather to follow. We're sure of several days like this now,"
She was standing at the open window, having shown a surprising energy
in rising soon after breakfast.

She glanced over her shoulder at her daughter, who was picking up the
garments strewn about the room. "Now you can live out of doors, I
hope, and get yourself toned up again. Really, last evening things
were very comfortable, weren't they?"

"Yes. I thought the lump had begun to be leavened," returned the girl.

"Talk English, please," said her mother vivaciously. "Father seemed
quite human, and that is all we have ever needed to make things
tolerable here. I suppose we reaped the benefit of his relief about
the horse."

"It's all Jewel," said Eloise, smiling. "That's English, isn't it?"

"Jewel!" Mrs. Evringham exclaimed. "Why, you're all daffy about that
child. What /is/ the attraction?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out. It's time for me to go up now and
braid her hair and read the lesson."

Mrs. Evringham regarded her daughter. "Young people are eager for
novelty, I know," she said, "and it would seem as if an interest in a
child was an innocent diversion for you at a time when you were
growing morbid, but I do think I'm the most unlucky woman in the
world! To think that the child should have to be a Christian
Scientist, and that you should take this perverse interest in her
ideas just now. I haven't spoken of your remarks about the horse last
night, but it was in poor taste, to say the least, to mention such
nonsense before Dr. Ballard, and apparently do it so seriously. I knew
you had been helping Jewel with lessons, but until last evening I
didn't suspect that it might all be on that odious subject. Is it,

"Yes, but it isn't odious. I like the fruit of it in her."

"You've never shown Dr. Ballard your most agreeable side, and now if
you're going to parade before him, an Episcopalian and a physician, an
interest in this--anarchism, I shan't blame him in the smallest degree
if he gives up all thought of you."

Eloise, the undemonstrative, put an arm around her mother. "Shan't
you, really?" she replied wistfully. "If I could only hope that."

"Do you want to give me nervous prostration?" rejoined Mrs. Evringham
sharply. "Eloise," her voice suddenly breaking, "do you love to
torment me?"

"Indeed I don't, poor mother, but I've been so tormented myself, and
so desirous not to--oh, not to do anything ignoble! I can't tell you
all I've endured since--" She paused, her lips unsteady.

"Since we lost your father," dismally. "Yes, I know it. I'm the most
unlucky woman in the world!"

Eloise's arm tightened about her mother as she went on, "Since I was
enchanted and thrown into Castle Discord." She looked off at the
mental picture of her cousin. "Mother," she turned back suddenly,
"what a wonderful thing it is if there really is a God."

"Why, Eloise Evringham, have you ever doubted it! That's positively

"But One that would be any good to us! Jewel's mother thinks she knows
such a One, and so does the child. I wish you'd look into this
Christian Science with me. You might find it better than getting
grandfather to pay our bills, better than marrying me to Dr. Ballard."

Mrs. Evringham raised her eyes to her deity. "What have I ever done,"
she ejaculated, "that I should have a queer child! Well, I will not
look into it," she returned decidedly; "and if Dr. Ballard were not
the broad, noble type of man that he is, he wouldn't take the trouble
to notice and entertain a child who has treated him as she has. It
might touch even you to see the lengths to which he goes to please
you. I hope you will at least have the grace to go down with Jewel to
the buggy and see them off."

"I couldn't in this wrapper," replied Eloise, releasing the speaker.

"Of course not, so put on a dress before you go up to Jewel."

"It's too late, dear. He'll be here by half-past ten. I must have her

Mrs. Evringham looked after her daughter's retreating figure, and then
her lips came together firmly. She untied the ribbons of the loose
gown of lace and silk, in which she had keyed herself up by degrees to
face the requirements of luncheon and the afternoon's diversions, and
donned a conventional dress, in which she composed herself by the
window to watch for the doctor's buggy. There was a vista in the park
avenue which afforded a fair look at equipages three minutes before
they could reach Mr. Evringham's gateway.

From the moment the doctor's office hour was over this stanch
supporter set herself to watch that gap. As soon as she saw Hector's
dappled coat and easy stride she sprang up and went downstairs, and
when the shining buggy paused at the steps and Dr. Ballard jumped out,
she appeared on the piazza to greet him.

"What an inspiring morning!" she said, as he removed his hat. "That
insane girl!" she thought. "If he had chanced to be awkward and plain,
he would have been just as important to us. His good looks are thrown
in, and yet she won't behave herself."

"Glorious indeed!" he replied heartily. "Where's my young lady?"

Mrs. Evringham had plenty of worldly experience, and not even her
enemies called her stupid, but at this moment there was but one young
lady in the world to her, as she believed there was to him.

"She is upstairs braiding Jewel's hair," she replied before she
realized her own insanity. Then she hastened on, coloring under the
odd look in his eyes, "But you mean Jewel, of course. She will be down
at once, I'm sure. It's so kind of you to take her."

"Not at all. She's an original worth cultivating."

Mrs. Evringham shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose she must be, since
you all say so. Eloise gives up a surprising amount of time to her,
but I can't judge much from that, because Eloise is so unselfish. For
my part, the child's ideas are so strange, and my little girl is still
so young and impressionable, I object to having them much together. It
may seem very absurd, when Jewel is so young."

"No; I saw last evening how interested Miss Eloise already is."

"Oh," hastily, "she pretends to be, and I assure you I object. Eloise
has a good mind, and I hope you will offer a little antidote now and
then to the stuff she has begun to read. A word to the wise, Dr.
Ballard. I need say no more."

It was true. Mrs. Evringham had no need to say more. Her ideas, and
especially those which related to himself, had always been inscribed
in large characters and words of one syllable for her present
companion, who was a young man of considerable perception and

He had not time to reply before Jewel, radiant of face, appeared in
the doorway, where she hesitated, her doll in her arms.

"I brought Anna Belle," she said doubtfully, "but I can leave her
under the stairs if there isn't room."

"Anna Belle under the stairs on a morning like this! And in such a
toilet? Talk about error!" The doctor's tone was tragic as he lifted
the happy child into the buggy.

Mrs. Evringham nodded a reply to their smiling farewells as Hector
sprang forward, and she looked after them in some perplexity.

"Why should he take the trouble?" she reflected. "It would have been
such a splendid morning for them to have gone riding if he had this
leisure. Of course it must have been just one of his indirect and
lovely ways of trying to please Eloise."

Just as she was solacing herself with the latter reflection, her
daughter stepped out on the piazza, a little black book in her hand.

"Warm enough to sit out, isn't it?" she remarked.

Her mother looked at her critically. She had not seen this care-free
look on her child's face since Lawrence died.

"Why didn't you come out a little sooner?"

"I wasn't presentable. How delicious the air is!"

"Yes. Let us sit here and finish that novel."

"All right."

"What have you there?"

"Mrs. Eddy's book,--'Science and Health.' "

Mrs. Evringham made a grimace. "I read part of it once. That was
enough for me. Think of the price they charge for it, too. Think of
pretending it is such a good thing for everybody to have, and then
putting a price on it that prohibits the average pocketbook." Eloise's
smile annoyed her mother. "Weren't you with me the day Nat Bonnell's
mother said so much about it?"

"How foolish she was not to try it," said Eloise. "Such a hopeless,
monotonous invalid."

"Well, some of her friends worked hard enough to induce her to, but
when she found out the mercenary side of it, she saw at once that it
couldn't be trustworthy."

"I suppose even Christian Scientists must have a roof and food and
clothes," returned Eloise coolly; "but I've thought a good deal the
last few days about the criticisms I've heard on the price of the
book. The fuss over that three dollars is certainly very funny, when
the average pocketbook goes to the theatre sometimes, has flowers for
its entertainments, and rejoices to find lace reduced from a dollar
and a quarter to ninety-five cents a yard for its gowns. It eagerly
hoards and spends three dollars for some passing pleasure or effect,
but winces and ponders over paying the same sum for a book that will
last a lifetime, and which, if it is worth anything, furnishes the key
to every problem in life."

"But why isn't it as cheap as the Bible if it is so beneficial?"

"It will be, probably, when it is generally respected. For the present
it wouldn't be wise to cast it about like pearls before swine." Eloise
smiled at herself. "You see I'm talking as if I knew it all. My wisdom
comes partially from what I have extracted from Jewel, and partly from
what is obvious. I haven't reached the place yet where I am convinced,
but this book is wonderfully interesting. It came to me in the darkest
hour I have ever known, and it has--it has seemed to feed me when I
was starving. I don't know how else to put it. I can't think of
anything else. Mother, why haven't we a Bible? I was ashamed when
Jewel asked me."

Mrs. Evringham, astonished and dismayed by her daughter's earnestness,
drew herself up. "We have a Bible, certainly. What an idea!"

"Where is it?" eagerly.

"In the storage warehouse with the other books."

Eloise's laugh nettled her mother.

"The prayer books are upstairs on my table. What more do you want if
you are going to take an interest in such things? I wish you would,
dear, and embroider an altar cloth while you are here. I'm sure father
would gladly contribute the materials and feel a pride in it."

"Oh mother," Eloise still smiled, "you know he never goes to church."

"But he contributes largely."

"Well, I haven't time to embroider altar cloths. Shall I get the

"Yes, do. We'll go around the corner, out of the wind."

Meanwhile Dr. Ballard's buggy was covering the ground rapidly. Through
the avenues of the park sped Hector, and joy! Dr. Ballard allowed
Jewel to drive as long as they remained within its precincts. Slipping
his hand through the reins above where she grasped them, he held Anna
Belle on his knee. Jewel had not suspected the size of the park. One
could almost see the watered leaves increase in the sunshine, and the
birds were swelling their little throats to the utmost. The roses in
her cheeks deepened in her happy excitement. She allowed the doctor to
do most of the talking, while she kept her eyes on the horse's ears.
Just once she ventured to turn enough to glance at him.

"I've had dreams of driving horses," she said.

"Is this the first time you've done it waking?"

"No, the second. Father took me once in Washington Park just before he
came away, but the horse didn't pull like this." She smiled

"So, boy, steady," said the doctor soothingly, and Hector obeyed the

"Did you play in the Ravine of Happiness when you were a little boy?"

"Where's that?"

"Where the brook is."

"Oh yes. Are you planning to take me to that brook and wet my feet,

"We've gone long past it. Don't you know?"

"I think my education has been neglected. I don't remember it."

"We can go," returned Jewel suggestively.

"Very well, we will; but first I have a couple of visits I must make."

The horse was now trotting toward the park gate. As they reached it
Dr. Ballard returned Anna Belle and took the lines.

Jewel gave an unconscious sigh of rapture. "Trolleys and so on, you


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