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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Eve to the Rescue</p> +<p>Author: Ethel Hueston</p> +<p>Release Date: June 24, 2008 [eBook #25892]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EVE TO THE RESCUE***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Roger Frank<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' alt='' title='' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='text-align:center;'> +“You get nicer every day of your life.” +<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class="centerbox bbox"> + +<p style="font-size:2.2em; margin-bottom:1.5em;">Eve to the Rescue</p> +<p style="font-size:0.8em; margin:0 auto 1em auto;">BY</p> +<p style="font-size:1.4em; margin:0 auto 2em auto;">ETHEL HUESTON</p> +<p style="font-size:0.8em;">AUTHOR OF</p> +<p style="font-size:0.8em; margin:0 auto 2em auto;">PRUDENCE OF THE PARSONAGE,<br />PRUDENCE SAYS SO,<br />LEAVE IT TO DORIS, <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Etc.</span></p> +<p style="font-size:0.8em; margin:0 auto 1em auto;">ILLUSTRATED BY</p> +<p style="font-size:1em; margin:0 auto 2.5em auto;">DUDLEY GLOYME SUMMERS</p> +<div class='figcenter'><img src='images/illus-emb.png' alt="" /> </div> + +<table summary='publisher'> +<tr><td colspan="2" style="font-size:1.3em; letter-spacing:0.11em;">GROSSET & DUNLAP</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left' style="font-size:0.8em;">PUBLISHERS</td> +<td align='right' style="font-size:0.8em;">NEW YORK</td> +</tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p style='text-align:center; font-size:0.8em;'>Made in the United States of America</p> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Copyright 1920</span></p> +<p style=' margin-bottom:1em;'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Bobbs-Merrill Company</span></p> +<div style='margin-top:1em'></div> +<p><i>Printed in the United States of America</i></p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<table summary='poetry' style='margin:0 auto'><tr><td> +<p style='text-align: center;'>To Carol</p> +<br /> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'>Who came to us in the form of Duty,</p> +<p style='margin: 0 0 0 0em;'>but who has brought us only Pleasure</p> +</td></tr></table> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em; margin-bottom:1em;'>CONTENTS</p> +</div> + +<table border='0' width='400' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td align='right'><span style='font-size:small;'>CHAPTER</span></td> + <td></td> + <td align='right'><span style='font-size:small;'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>I </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>In Defiance of Duty</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#I_IN_DEFIANCE_OF_DUTY'>11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>II </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Cote in the Clouds</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#II_THE_COTE_IN_THE_CLOUDS'>21</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>III </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Everybody’s Duty</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#III_EVERYBODY_S_DUTY'>30</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>IV </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Irish-American League</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IV_THE_IRISHAMERICAN_LEAGUE'>40</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>V </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Her Inheritance</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#V_HER_INHERITANCE'>59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>VI </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>A Wrong Adjustment</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VI_A_WRONG_ADJUSTMENT'>84</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>VII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Painful Duty</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VII_PAINFUL_DUTY'>98</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>VIII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>She Meets a Demonstrator</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VIII_SHE_MEETS_A_DEMONSTRATOR'>112</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>IX </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Admitting Defeat</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IX_ADMITTING_DEFEAT'>124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>X </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Original Fixer</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#X_THE_ORIGINAL_FIXER'>137</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XI </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Germ Of Duty</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XI_THE_GERM_OF_DUTY'>156</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>The Revolt Of The Seventh Step</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XII_THE_REVOLT_OF_THE_SEVENTH_STEP'>175</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XIII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>She Finds A Foreigner</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIII_SHE_FINDS_A_FOREIGNER'>195</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XIV </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>New Light On Loyalty</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIV_NEW_LIGHT_ON_LOYALTY'>214</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XV </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Service Of Joy</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XV_SERVICE_OF_JOY'>226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XVI </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Marie Encounters The Secret Service</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVI_MARIE_ENCOUNTERS_THE_SECRET_SERVICE'>248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XVII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Spontaneous Combustion</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVII_SPONTANEOUS_COMBUSTION'>266</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XVIII </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Converts Of Love</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVIII_CONVERTS_OF_LOVE'>282</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XIX </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>She Doubts Her Theory</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIX_SHE_DOUBTS_HER_THEORY'>301</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XX </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>She Proves Her Principle</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XX_SHE_PROVES_HER_PRINCIPLE'>312</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right'>XXI </td> + <td valign='top' align='left'><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Her One Exception</span> </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXI_HER_ONE_EXCEPTION'>332</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.6em;'>EVE TO THE RESCUE</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span></div> +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.4em;'>EVE TO THE RESCUE</p> +</div> + +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 0em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='I_IN_DEFIANCE_OF_DUTY' id='I_IN_DEFIANCE_OF_DUTY'></a> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h3>IN DEFIANCE OF DUTY</h3> +</div> + +<p>“To-morrow being Saturday afternoon,” +began Eveley, deftly slipping a +dish of sweet pickles beyond the reach of the +covetous fat fingers of little niece Nathalie,—“to-morrow +being Saturday afternoon—” +</p> +<p>“Doesn’t to-morrow start at sunrise as +usual?” queried her brother-in-law curiously. +</p> +<p>“As every laborer knows,” said Eveley +firmly, “Saturday begins with the afternoon +off. And I am a laborer. Therefore, to-morrow +being Saturday-afternoon-off, and since +I have trespassed on your hospitality for a +period of two months, it behooves me to find +me a home and settle down.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley,” protested her sister in a soft +troubled voice, “don’t be disagreeable. You +talk as if we were strangers. Aren’t we the +only folks you have? And aren’t you my own +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span> +and only baby sister? If you can’t live with +us, where can you live?” +</p> +<p>“As it says in the Bible,” explained Eveley, +truthfully if unscripturally, “no two families +are small enough for one house.” +</p> +<p>“But who calls you a family?” interrupted +the brother-in-law. +</p> +<p>“I do. And nice and sweet as you all are, +and adorable as I am well aware am I, all of +you and all of me can not be confined to one +house.” +</p> +<p>“But we have counted on it,” persisted +Winifred earnestly. “We have looked forward +to it. We have always said that you +would come to us when Aunt Eloise died,—and +she did—and you must. We—we expect +it.” +</p> +<p>“‘England expects every man to do his +duty,’” quoted Burton in a sepulchral voice. +</p> +<p>Then Eveley rose in her place, tall and +formidable. “That is it,—duty. Then let me +announce right now, once and for all, Burton +Raines and Winifred, eternally and everlastingly, +I do not believe in duty. No one shall +do his duty by me. I publicly protest against +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +it. I won’t have it. I have had my sneaking +suspicions of duty for a long time, and lately +I have been utterly convinced of the folly and +the sin of it. Whenever any one has anything +hateful or disagreeable to do, he draws a long +voice and says it is his duty. It seems that +every mean thing in the world is somebody’s +duty. Duty has been the curse of civilization +for lo, these many years!” Then she sat +down. “Please pass the jam.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, all right, all right,” said Burton +amiably, “have it your own way, by all +means. Henceforth and forever after, we positively +decline to do our duty by you. But +what is our duty to you? Answer me that, +and then I guarantee not to do it.” +</p> +<p>“It is our duty to keep Eveley right here +with us and take care of her,” said Winifred, +with as much firmness as her soft voice +could master. “She is ours, and we are hers, +and it is our duty to stand between her and +a hard world.” +</p> +<p>“You can’t. In the first place I am awfully +stuck on the world, and want to get real +chummy with it. Any one who tries to stand +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +between it and me, shall be fired out bodily, +head first.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley,” came a sudden wail from +Winifred, “you can’t go off and live by yourself. +What will people think? They will say +we could not get along together.” +</p> +<p>“That is it,—just that and nothing more. +It isn’t duty that bothers you—it is What-will-people-think? +An exploded theory, nothing +more.” Then she smiled at her sister +winsomely. “You positively are the sweetest +thing, Winnie. And your Burton I absolutely +love. And your babies are the most irresistible +angels that ever came to bless and—enliven—a +sordid world. But you are a family +by yourselves. You are used to doing what +you want, and when you want, and how you +want. I would be an awful nuisance. When +Burton would incline to a quiet evening, I +should have a party. When you and he would +like to slip off to a movie, you would have to +be polite and invite me. Nobody could be +crazier about nieces and nephews than I am, +but sometimes if I were tired from my work +their chatter might make me peevish. And +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +you would punish them when I thought you +shouldn’t, and wouldn’t do it when I thought +you should, and think of the arguments +there would be. And so we all agree, don’t +we, that it would be more fun for me to move +off by myself and then come to see you and +be company,—rather than stick around under +your feet until you grow deadly tired of me?” +</p> +<p>“I do not agree,” said Winifred. +</p> +<p>“I do,” said Burton. +</p> +<p>“Then we are a majority, and it is all +settled.” +</p> +<p>“But where in the world will you live, +dear? You could not stand a boarding-house.” +</p> +<p>“I could if I had to, but I don’t have to. I +have been favored with an inspiration. I can’t +imagine how it ever happened, but perhaps +it was a special dispensation to save you from +me. I am going to live in my own house on +Thorn Street. Of course it will be lonely +there at first, since Aunt Eloise is gone—but +just listen to this. I shall rent the down-stairs +part to a small family and I shall live +up-stairs. Part of the furniture I am going +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +to sell, use what I want to furnish my dove +cote in the clouds, and the rest that is too +nice to sell but can’t be used I shall store in +the east bedroom, which I won’t use. That +will leave me three rooms and a bath—bedroom, +sitting-room and dining-room. I can +fix up a corner of the dining-room into a kitchen +with my electric percolator and grills +and things. Isn’t it a glorious idea? And +aren’t you surprised that I thought of anything +so clever by myself?” +</p> +<p>“Not half bad,” said Burton approvingly,—for +Burton had long since learned that the +pleasantest way of keeping friends with in-laws +is by perpetual approval. +</p> +<p>“But you can never find a small family to +take the down-stairs part of the house,” +came pessimistically from Winifred. +</p> +<p>“Oh, but I have found it, and they are in +the house already. A bride and groom. The +cunningest things! She calls him Dody, and +they hold hands. And I sold part of the furniture +yesterday, and had the rest moved up-stairs. +But there is one thing more.” +</p> +<p>“I thought so,” said Burton grimly. “I +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +remember the Saturday-afternoon-off. I +thought perhaps you had me in mind for your +furniture-heaver. But since that is done it is +evident you have something far more deadly +in store for me. Let me know the worst, +quickly.” +</p> +<p>“Well, you know, dearie,” said Eveley in +most seductively sweet tones, “you know how +the house is built. There is only one stairway, +and it rises directly from the west room +down-stairs. Unfortunately, my bride and +groom wish to use that room for a bedroom. +Now you can readily perceive that a young +and unattached female could not in conscience—not +even in my conscience—utilize a stairway +emanating from the boudoir of a bridal +party. And there you are!” +</p> +<p>“I am no carpenter,” Burton shouted quickly, +when Eveley’s voice drifted away into an +apologetic murmur. “Get that idea out of +your head right away. I don’t know a nail +from a hammer.” +</p> +<p>“No, Burtie, of course you don’t,” she said +soothingly. “But this will be very simple. +I thought of a rambling, rustic stairway outside +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +the house, in the back yard. You know +the sun parlor was an afterthought, only one +story high with a flat roof. So the rustic +stairway could go up to the roof of the sun +parlor, and I could make that up into a sort +of roof garden. Wouldn’t it be picturesque +and pretty?” +</p> +<p>“But there is no door from your room to +the roof of the sun parlor,” objected Burton. +</p> +<p>“No, but the window is very wide. I will +just cover it with portières and things, and I +am quite active so I can get in and out very +nicely. And when I get around to it, and have +the money, I may have a French window +put in.” +</p> +<p>“But, Eveley, I can’t build a stairway. I +don’t know how to build anything. I couldn’t +build a box.” +</p> +<p>“But you do not have to do this alone, +Burtie. Just the foundation, that is all I expect +of you. You will have lots of assistance. +Not experienced help perhaps, but enthusiastic, +and ‘love goes in with every nail,’—that +sort of thing. I have sent invitations +to all of my friends of the masculine persuasion, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span> +and we have started a competition. +Each admirer is to build two steps according +to his own design and plan, and the +one who builds most artistically is to receive, +not my hand and heart, but a lovely dinner +cooked on my grill in my private dining-room. +I have the list here. I figured that twelve +steps will be enough. Nolan Inglish, two. +Lieutenant Ames, two. Captain Hardin, two. +Jimmy Weaver, two. Dick Fairwether, two. +Arnold Bender, two. Arnold is Kitty’s beau, +but she guaranteed two steps for him. Won’t +it be lovely?” +</p> +<p>“To-morrow being Saturday afternoon,” +said Burton bitterly. +</p> +<p>“I ordered the rustic lumber last night, and +it was delivered to-day.” +</p> +<p>“And you consider it my duty as the luckless +husband of your long-suffering sister, to +lay the foundation for the wabbly, rattly +ramshackle stairs your pet assortment of +moonstruck admirers will build for you?” +</p> +<p>“Not your duty, Burtie, certainly not your +duty. But your pleasure and your great joy. +For without the stairway, I can not live there. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +And if I do not live there, I must live here. +And remember. When you want vaudeville, +I will incline to grand opera. When you +would enjoy a movie, I shall have a musicale +here at home. When you are in the midst of +a novel, I shall insist on a three-handed game +of bridge. When you are ready to shave, I +shall need the hot water. When your appetite +calls for corned beef and cabbage, my +soul shall require lettuce sandwiches and +iced tea. Not your duty, dear, by any means. +I do not believe in duty.” +</p> +<p>“Quite right, sweet sister,” he said pleasantly. +“It shall afford me infinite pleasure, I +assure you. And to-morrow being Saturday +afternoon, you shall have your stairway.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='II_THE_COTE_IN_THE_CLOUDS' id='II_THE_COTE_IN_THE_CLOUDS'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> +<h3>THE COTE IN THE CLOUDS</h3> +</div> + +<p>As Eveley had prophesied, what her +carpenters lacked in experience and +skill was more than compensated by their +ambition and their eagerness to please. On +Saturday afternoon her back yard was a +veritable bee-hive of industry. The foundation +was in readiness for the handiwork of +love, for Burton Raines, feeling that he +could not concentrate on business in such +sentimental environs, explained patiently that +he was only an ordinary married man and +that love rhapsodies to the tune of temperamental +hammering upset him. So he had +taken the morning off from his own business, +to lay the foundation for the rustic stairway. +</p> +<p>Nolan Inglish, listed first because he was +always listed first with Eveley, appeared at +eleven o’clock, having explained to the lofty +members of the law firm of which he was a +junior assistant, that serious family matters +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +required his attention. This enabled him to +have the two bottom-most steps of the stairway, +comprising his portion, erected and +ready for inspection by the time Eveley arrived +home from her work. He said he had +felt it would be lonely for her to sit around +by herself while everybody else worked for +her, and having provided against that exigency +by doing his labor in advance, he +claimed the privilege of officiating as entertainer-in-chief +for the entire afternoon. +</p> +<p>Arnold Bender appeared next, accompanied +by Kitty Lampton, one of Eveley’s pet and +particular friends. Although Kitty was extremely +generous in proffering the services +of her friend in behalf of Eveley’s stairway, +she frankly stated that she was not willing +to expose any innocent young man of her +possession to the wiles and smiles of her attractive +friend, without herself on hand to +counteract any untoward influence. +</p> +<p>Captain Hardin and Lieutenant Ames came +together with striking military éclat, accompanied, +as became their rank, by two alert +enlisted men. After introducing their enlisted +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span> +men in the curt official manner of the +army and having set them grandly to work +on the rustic stairway, Captain Hardin and +Lieutenant Ames immediately took up a +social position in the tiny rose-bowered pergola, +with Eveley and Kitty and Nolan and +the lemonade. +</p> +<p>A little later, Jimmy Weaver rattled up in +his small striped gaudy car, followed presently +by Dick Fairwether on a noisy motorcycle. +They took out their personal sets of +tools from private recesses of their machines +and plunged eagerly into the contest. +</p> +<p>So the afternoon started most auspiciously +and all would doubtless have gone well and +peacefully, had not Captain Hardin most unfortunately +selected an exceptionally good-looking +young soldier for his service,—a tall, +slender, dark-skinned youth, with merry +melting eyes. Eveley never attempted to +deny that she could not resist merry melting +eyes. So she left the young officers and Kitty +and Nolan and the lemonade in the rose-bowered +pergola on the edge of the canyon +which sloped down abruptly on the east side, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +and herself went up to superintend the building +of her stairway. +</p> +<p>The handsome one required an inordinate +amount of superintending. The other soldier +detailed by Lieutenant Ames, an ordinary +young man with a sensible face and eyes that +saw only hammer and nails, got along very +well by himself. But the handsome youth, +called Buddy Gillian, required supervision on +every point. He first consulted Eveley about +the design of the two steps entrusted to him +for construction. He could think of as many +as two dozen different styles of rustic steps, +and he explained and illustrated them all to +Eveley in great detail, drawing plans in the +gravel path. It took the two of them nearly +an hour to make a selection, and then it +seemed the style they had chosen was the +most difficult of the entire assortment, and +was practically impossible for any one to +construct alone. So Eveley perforce assisted, +holding the rustic boughs while he +hammered, carrying the saw, and carefully +picking out the proper size of nails as he +required them. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span></p> +<p>“Didn’t you have more sense than to bring +a good-looker?” Nolan asked Captain Hardin +in a fretful voice. “Don’t you know that +Eveley can’t resist good looks?” +</p> +<p>“I told him he had no business to bring +Gillian,” put in the lieutenant. “Look at +Muggs, whom I brought. Nobody notices that +Muggs needs any help. See there now, he +has finished and is ready to go. Can’t you do +something to stop this, Miss Lampton?” he +pleaded, turning to Kitty. +</p> +<p>“As long as she leaves my Arnold alone, +I shall mind my own business,” said Kitty +decidedly. “If I cut in on her affair with +your Buddy, she will try her hand on Arnold +to get even. Captain Hardin got you into +this, it is up to him to get you out.” +</p> +<p>And Kitty heartlessly left the pergola and +went up to the rustic steps to hold the hammer +for Arnold. +</p> +<p>Then Captain Hardin, after rapidly drinking +three glasses of iced lemonade to drown +his chagrin and to strengthen his flagging +courage, left the cozy pergola which had no +attraction for any of them with Eveley out +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +at work on the rustic stairway, and went up +to the corner where she and Buddy Gillian +were carefully and conscientiously matching +bits of rustic lumber. +</p> +<p>“I do not think I should keep you any +longer, Gillian, since Muggs is ready to go,” +he said kindly. “I can finish this myself now, +thank you.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, sir,” said Buddy Gillian courteously, +and stood up. Then to Eveley, “Shall I gather +up the scraps, Miss Ainsworth, and tidy the +lawn for you? It is pretty badly littered. +Only too glad to be of service, if I may.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, thank you, Mr. Gillian, that is sweet +of you,” said Eveley gratefully. “Suppose we +begin down in that corner by the rose pergola, +and gather up the scraps as we come +this way. I’ll carry this basket, and you can +do the picking.” +</p> +<p>But even this humble field of usefulness +was denied Private Gillian, for Lieutenant +Ames came out from the pergola and said +with official briskness, “Oh, never mind that, +Gillian. I can help Miss Ainsworth with it. +You’d better run along with Muggs and enjoy +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +your liberty period. Much obliged to you, +I am sure.” +</p> +<p>So the handsome Buddy looked deep into +Eveley’s eyes, and sighed. Eveley held out +her hand. +</p> +<p>“You have done just beautifully,” she +said, “and helped me so much. And when are +you coming to tell me the rest of that thrilling +story of your life in the trenches?” +</p> +<p>“The question is, when may I?” +</p> +<p>“Well, Tuesday evening? Or can you get +off on Tuesday?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, since the war is over we can get +off any night. Tuesday will suit me fine.” +</p> +<p>“Sorry, Gillian,” put in Captain Hardin +grimly. “But unfortunately I have arranged +for a company school on Tuesday night—to +be conducted by Lieutenant Carston.” +</p> +<p>Gillian turned his beautiful eyes on Eveley, +eyes no longer merry but sad and wistful. +</p> +<p>“Let me see,” puzzled Eveley promptly. +“Could you come to-morrow night then, Mr. +Gillian? Captain won’t mind changing with +you, I know, and he can come on Tuesday. +Captains can always get away, can’t they? Is +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span> +that all right?—Then to-morrow evening, +about eight. And I will have a little evening +supper all ready for you. Good-by.” +</p> +<p>After he had gone she said to the captain +apologetically, “Hasn’t he wonderful eyes? +And I knew he must be quite all right for me +to know, or you would never have introduced +him.” +</p> +<p>Taken all in all, only Kitty Lampton and +Eveley considered the raising of the rustic +stairway an entire success, although there +was much light talk and laughter as they ate +the dainty supper the girls had prepared for +them in the Cloud Cote, as Eveley had already +christened her home above the earth. +But the men, with the exception of Nolan, +were doomed to disappointment. +</p> +<p>When Dick Fairwether asked her to go to +a movie with him in the evening, and when +Jimmy Weaver invited her to go for a night +drive with him along the beach, and when +Captain Hardin suggested that she accompany +him to the Columbine dance at the San +Diego, and when Lieutenant Ames wanted to +make a foursome with Kitty and Arnold to +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +go boating, she said most regretfully to each,—“Isn’t +it a shame? But my sister is having +some kind of a silly club there to-night, and +I promised to go.” +</p> +<p>But to Nolan, very secretly she whispered: +“Now you trot along to the office and work +and when I am ready to come home I will +phone you to come and get me. And we will +initiate the Cloud Cote all by ourselves.” +</p> +<p>So the little party broke up almost immediately +after supper, with deep avowals +of gratitude on the part of Eveley, and +equally deep assurances of pleasure and good +will on the part of the others. After they had +gone, as Eveley inspected her stairway alone, +she was comforted by the thought that she +could fairly smother it with vines and all +sorts of creeping and climbing things, and +the casual comer would not notice how funny +and wabbly it was. But as she went gingerly +down, clinging desperately to the rail on both +sides, she determined to take out an accident +policy immediately, with a special clause +governing rustic stairways. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='III_EVERYBODY_S_DUTY' id='III_EVERYBODY_S_DUTY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h3>EVERYBODY’S DUTY</h3> +</div> + +<p>Due to the old-fashioned, rambling style +of the house, the rustic stairway did +not really detract from its beauty. And as +there were already clambering vines and +roses in profusion, an extra arbor more or +less, could, as Eveley claimed, pass without +serious comment. Although the house was +old, it was still exquisitely beautiful, with its +cream white pillars and columns showing behind +the mass of green. And the lawn, which +was no lawn but only a natural park running +riot with foliage coaxed into endless lovers’ +nooks and corners, was a fitting and marvelously +beautiful setting for it. +</p> +<p>The gardens were in the shape of a triangle, +with conventional paved streets on the +north and west, but on the east and south +they drifted away into the shadowy canyon +which stretched down almost to the bay, and +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span> +came out on the lower streets of the water-front. +</p> +<p>Eveley stood on her rustic stairway and +gloated over it lovingly,—the rambling house, +the rambling gardens, the beautiful rambling +canyon, and then on below to the lights on +the bay, clustered together in companionable +groups. +</p> +<p>“Loma Portal, Fort Rosecranz, North Island, +Coronado, and the boats in the bay,” +she whispered softly, pointing slowly to the +separate groups. And her eyes were very +warm, for she loved each separate light in +every cluster, and she was happy that she +was at home again, in the place that had +been home to her since the days of her early +memory. +</p> +<p>Eveley’s mother had been born in the house +on Thorn Street, as had her sister, Eloise, +the aunt with whom the girls had lived for +many years. And after the death of her husband, +when Eveley was a tiny baby, Emily +Ainsworth had taken her two girls and gone +back to live with her sister in the family +home. There a few years later she too had +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span> +passed away, leaving her children in the tender, +loving hands of Aunt Eloise. And the +years had passed until there came a time +when Winifred was married, and Eveley and +her aunt lived on alone, though always +happily. +</p> +<p>But investments had gone badly, and returns +went down as expenses went up. So +Eveley studied stenography, and took genuine +pleasure in her career as a business girl. +With her salary, and their modest income, +the two had managed nicely. Then when +Aunt Eloise went out to join her sister, the +Thorn Street house was left to Eveley, and +other property given to Winifred to compensate. +So that to Eveley it was only coming +home to return to the big house and the +rambling gardens. But to meet the expenses +of maintenance it was necessary that part of +the large house should be rented. +</p> +<p>Eveley, always adaptable, moved serenely +into her cote at the head of the stairs, and +felt that life was still kind and God was +good, for this was home, and it was hers, and +she had come to stay. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span></p> +<p>She almost regretted the impulsive promise +to her sister that drew her out of her +dwelling on the first night of her tenancy. +Not only did she begrudge the precious first-night +hours away from her pretty cote in the +clouds, but she was not charmed with the +arrangement for the evening. She was an +ardent devotee of clubs of action, rowing, +tennis, country, dancing and golf, but for +that other type of club, which she described +as “where a lot of women sit around with +their hats on, and drink tea, and have somebody +make speeches about things,” she felt +no innate tenderness. +</p> +<p>It was really a trick on the part of Winifred +that procured the promise of attendance. For +Eveley had been allowed to believe they were +going to play cards and that there would be +regular refreshments of substance, and perhaps +a little dancing later on. All this had +been submitted to by inference, without a +word of direct confirmation from Winifred, +who had a conscience. +</p> +<p>So it was that Eveley Ainsworth, irreproachably +attired in a new georgette blouse +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +and satin skirt, betook herself to her sister’s +home for an evening meeting of the Current +Club. And it was a decided shock to find that +neither a social game nor a soul-restoring +midnight supper were in store for her, but +the proverbial tea and speeches. She resigned +herself, however, to the inevitable, and +shrank back as obscurely as possible into a +dark corner where she might muse on the +charms of Nolan, the beauties of the new +Buddy Gillian, the martial dignity of Captain +Hardin, and the appeals of all the rest, to her +frivolous heart’s content. +</p> +<p>In this manner, she passed through the +first part of the evening very comfortably, +only dimly aware that she was floundering in +the outskirts of a perfect maze of big words +dealing with Americanization, which Eveley +vaguely understood to be something on the +order of standing up to <i>The Star Spangled +Banner</i>, and marching in parades with a flag +and shouting “Hurrah for the President,” in +the presence of foreigners. +</p> +<p>The third speaker was a minister, and ministers +are accustomed to penetrating the blue +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span> +mazes of mental abstraction. This minister +did. He began by telling three funny stories, +and Eveley, who loved to exercise her sense +of humor, came back to the Current Club +and joined their laughter. +</p> +<p>In the very same breath with which he +ended the last funny story, he began breezily +discoursing on everybody’s duty as a loyal +American. Eveley, to whom the word “duty” +was the original red rag, sniffed inaudibly but +indignantly to herself. And while she was +still sniffing the speaker left “duty as American +citizens” far behind, and was deep in the +intricacies of Americanization. Eveley found +to her surprise that this was something more +than saluting the flag and shouting. She +grew quite interested. It seemed that ordinary, +regular people were definitely, determinedly +working with little scraps of the foreign +elements, Chinese, Mexican, Russian, +Italian, yes, even German,—though Eveley +considered it asking entirely too much, even +of Heaven, to elevate shreds of German infamy +to American standards. At any rate, +people were doing this thing, taking the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +pliant, trusting mind of the foreigner, petting +it, training it, coaxing it,—until presently the +flotsam and jetsam of the Orient, of war-torn +Europe, of the islands of the sea, of all the +world, should be Americanized into union, +and strength, and loyalty, and love. +</p> +<p>It fascinated Eveley. She forgot that it +was her duty as a patriotic American. She +forgot that nobody had any business doing +anything but minding one’s own business. +She fairly burned to have a part in the work +of assimilation. Her eyes glowed with eagerness, +her cheeks flushed a vivid scarlet, her +lips trembled with the ecstatic passion of +loyalty. +</p> +<p>In the open discussion that followed after +the last address, Eveley suddenly, quite to +her own surprise, found that she had something +to say. +</p> +<p>“But—isn’t it mostly talk?” she asked, +half shyly, anxious not to offend, but unable +to repress the doubt in her mind. “It does +not seem practical. You say we must assimilate +the foreign element. But can one assimilate +a foreign element? Doesn’t the fact that +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +it is foreign—make it impossible of assimilation? +Oh, I know we have to do something, +but as long as we are foreigners, we to them, +and they to us,—what can we do?” +</p> +<p>The deadly silence that greeted her words +frightened her, yet somehow gave her courage +to go on. She must be saying something +rather sensible, or they would not pay attention. +</p> +<p>“We can not assimilate food elements that +are foreign to the digestive organs,” she said. +“Labor and capital have warred for years, +and neither can assimilate the other. Look at +domestic conditions here,—in the home, you +know. People get married,—men and women, +of opposing types and interests and standards. +And they can not assimilate each +other, and the divorce courts are running +rampant. It does no good to say assimilation +is a duty, if it is impossible. And it +seems to be.” +</p> +<p>“Your criticism is destructive, Miss Ainsworth,” +said a learned professor who had +spoken first, and Eveley was sorry now that +she had not listened to him. “Destructive +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span> +criticism is never helpful. Have you anything +constructive to offer?” +</p> +<p>“Well, maybe it is theoretic, also,” said +Eveley smiling faintly, and although the +smile was faint, it was Eveley’s own, which +could not be resisted. “But duty isn’t big +enough, nor adaptable enough, nor winning +enough. There must be some stronger force +to set in action. Nobody could ever win me +by doing his duty by me. It takes something +very intimate, very direct, and very personal +really to get me. But if one says a word, or +gives me a look,—just because he understands +me, and likes me,—well, I am his +friend for life. It takes a personal touch, a +touch that is guided not by duty but by love. +So I think maybe the foreign element is the +same way. We’ve got to sort of chum up with +it, and find out the nice things in it first. +They will find the nice things in us afterward.” +</p> +<p>“But as you say, Miss Ainsworth, isn’t this +only talk? How would you go about chumming +up with the foreign element?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span></p> +<p>“I do not know, Professor,” she said +brightly. “But I think it can be done. And I +think it has to be done, or there can not be +any Americanization.” +</p> +<p>“Well, are you willing to try your own +plan? We are conducting classes, games, +studies, among the foreigners, working with +them, teaching them, studying them. We call +this our duty as loyal Americans. You say +duty is not enough, and you want to get +chummy with them. Will you try getting +chummy and see where you come out?” +</p> +<p>Eveley looked fearfully about the room, at +the friendly earnest faces. “I—I feel awfully +quivery in my backbone,” she faltered. “But +I will try it. You get me the foreigners, and +I will practise on them. And if I can’t get +chummy with them, and like them, why, I +shall admit you are right and I will help to +teach them spelling, and things.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IV_THE_IRISHAMERICAN_LEAGUE' id='IV_THE_IRISHAMERICAN_LEAGUE'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h3>THE IRISH-AMERICAN LEAGUE</h3> +</div> + +<p>Several days passed quietly. Eveley +went serenely about her work, and from +her merry manner one would never have suspected +the fires of Americanization smoldering +in her heart ready for any straying +breeze of opportunity to fan them into +service. +</p> +<p>She was finding it deliciously pleasant to +live in a Cloud Cote above a bride and groom. +Mrs. Bride, as Eveley fondly called her, was +the dainty, flowery, fluttery creature that +every bride should be. And Mr. Groom was +the soul of devotion and the spirit of tenderness. +To the world in general, they were +known as Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Severs, but +to Eveley, they were Mrs. Bride and Mr. +Groom. It served to keep their new and shining +matrimonial halo in mind. +</p> +<p>She was newly glad every morning that the +young husband had to start to his work before +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span> +she left home for hers. When she heard +the front door open down-stairs, she ran to +her window, often with a roll or her coffee +cup in her hand, to witness the departure, +which to her romantic young eyes was a real +event. Mrs. Bride always stood on the porch +to watch him on his way to the car until he +was out of sight. Sometimes she ran with +him to the corner, and always before he made +the turn he waved her a final good-by. +</p> +<p>It was very peaceful and serene. It seemed +hard to believe that recently there had been +a tremendous war, and that even now the +world was writhing in the throes of political +and social upheaval and change. In every +country, men and women were grappling +with great industrial problems, and there +were ominous rumblings and threatening +murmurs from society in revolution. But in +the rambling white house in the great green +gardens at the top of the canyon, one only +knew that it was springtime in southern California, +that the world was full of gladness +and peace and joy, and that love was paramount. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span></p> +<p>Several days,—and then one evening there +came the call of the telephone—the reveille +of Americanization in the person of Eveley +Ainsworth. A class of young foreign lads had +been gathered and would meet Eveley at the +Service League that evening. No instructions +were given, no suggestions were forthcoming. +Eveley had asked for foreigners with whom +she could get chummy and call it love. Here +were the foreigners. The rest of the plan +was Eveley’s own. +</p> +<p>She was proud of her mature comprehension +of the needs of reconstruction, and of +her utter gladness to assist. She felt that it +signified something rather fine and worth +while in her character, and she took no little +pleasure in the prospect of active service. +She went about her work that day wrapped +in a veil of mystery, her mind delving deep +into the ideals of American life. She carefully +elaborated several short and spicy +stories, of strong moral and patriotic tone, +emphasizing the nobility of love of country. +And that evening she stood before her mirror +for a long time, practising pretty flowery +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +phrases to be spoken with a most winsome +smile. Remembering that her subjects were +boys, and that boys are young men in the +making, she donned her daintiest, shimmeriest +gown, and carefully coaxed the enticing +little curls into prominence. Then with a final +patriotic smile at herself in the mirror, she +carefully climbed through the window and +crossed the roof garden to the rustic stairway. +</p> +<p>As she walked briskly up Albatross to Walnut, +then to Fourth where she took the car, +and all the way down-town she was carefully +rehearsing her stories and the most effective +modes of presenting them. She knew the +rooms of the Service League well, having +been there on many occasions while there +was still war and there were service men by +the hundreds to be danced with. Half a dozen +men and boys were lounging at the curbstone, +and they eyed her curiously, grimly, +Eveley thought. She wondered if they knew +she had come there to inspire them with love +of the great America which they must learn +to call home. She straightened her slim +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span> +shoulders at the thought, and walked into the +building with quite a martial air, as became +one on this high mission bent. +</p> +<p>A keen-eyed, quick-speaking woman met +her at the elevator, and led her back into +what she called “your corner” of the room. +Evidently the room was divided into countless +corners, for several groups were clustered +together in different sections. But Eveley +gave them only a fleeting glance. Her heart +and soul were centered on the group before +her, eight boys, dark-eyed, dark-skinned, of +fourteen years or thereabouts. They looked +at Eveley appraisingly, as we always look +on those who come to do us good. Eveley +looked upon them with tender solicitude, as +philanthropists have looked on their subjects +since the world was born. +</p> +<p>The introductions over, the keen-eyed one +hurried away and Eveley faced her sub-Americans. +</p> +<p>Then she smiled, a winsome smile before +which stronger men than they have fallen. +But they were curiously unsmiling in response. +Their eyes remained appraising almost +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span> +to the point of open suspicion. Perhaps +her very prettiness aroused the inherent opposition +of the male creature to female uplift. +</p> +<p>Eveley began, however, bravely enough, +and told them her first and prettiest story of +sacrifice and country love. They listened +gravely, but they were not thrilled. Struggling +against a growing sense of incompetence, +Eveley talked on and on, one story +after another, pretty word following pretty +word. But each word fell alike on stony +ground. They sat like graven images, except +for the bright suspicious gleam of the dark +eyes. +</p> +<p>Finally Eveley stopped, and turned to +them. “What do you think about it?” she demanded. +“You want to be Americans, don’t +you? You want to learn what being an American +means, don’t you?” Her eyes were fastened +appealingly on a slender Russian lad, +slouching in his chair at the end of the row. +“You want to be an American, I know.” +</p> +<p>Suddenly the slim lithe figure straightened, +and the dark brows drew together in a +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span> +frown. “What are you getting at?” came in +a sharp tone. “I’m an American, ain’t I? +You don’t take me for no German, do you?” +</p> +<p>“No, no, of course not,” she apologized +placatingly. “Oh, certainly not. I mean, you +want to learn the things of America, so you +can love this country, and make it yours. +Then you will forget that other land from +which you came, and know this for your own, +now and forever.” +</p> +<p>Eveley was arrested by the steady gleam +of a pair of eyes in the middle of the row. +There was open denial and disbelief written +in every feature and line of his face. +</p> +<p>“Why?” came the terse query, as Eveley +paused. +</p> +<p>Eveley gazed upon him in wonderment. +“Wh-what did you say?” +</p> +<p>“I said, why?” +</p> +<p>“Well, why not?” she countered nervously. +“This is your country now. You must love it +best in all the world, and must grow to be like +us,—one of us,—America for Americans only, +you know.” +</p> +<p>“You tell us to forget the land we came +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span> +from,” he said in an even impersonal voice. +“Is that patriotism,—to forget the land of +your birth? I thought patriotism was to remember +your home-land,—holding it in your +heart,—hoping to return to it again,—and +make it better.” +</p> +<p>“But—but that is not patriotism to this +country,” protested Eveley, aghast. “That is—disloyalty. +If you wish to be always of +your own land, and to love it best, you should +stay there. If you come here, to get our +training, our education, our development, +our riches,—then this must be your country, +and no other.” +</p> +<p>“Why?” he asked again. “Why should we +not come here and get all the good things you +can give us, and learn what you can teach us, +and take what money we can earn, and then +go back with all these good things to make +our own land bigger and better and richer? +That is patriotism, I think.” +</p> +<p>“No, no,” protested Eveley again. “That is +not loyalty. If you choose this country for +your home, it must be first in your heart, and +last also. This is your home-land now,—the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +land you believe in, the land of your love, +America first.” +</p> +<p>“But America was not first. The home-land +was first.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, it was first,” she admitted pacifically. +“But America is last. America is the final +touch. And so now you will learn our language, +our games, our business, our way of +life. You will live here, work here, and if war +comes again you will die for America.” +</p> +<p>Then she went on very quickly, fearful of +interruptions that were proving so disastrous. +“That is why we are organizing this +little club, you boys and I. We are going to +talk together. We are going to play together. +We are going to study together. +So you can learn American ways in all +things. Now what kind of club shall we +have? That is the American way of doing +things. It is not my club, but yours. You are +the people, and so you must decide.” +</p> +<p>A long and profound silence followed, evidently +indicative of deep thought. +</p> +<p>“A baseball club,” at last suggested a small +Jap with a bashful smile. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span></p> +<p>“That is a splendid idea,” cried Eveley +brightly. “Baseball is a good American +sport, a clean, lively game. Now what shall +we call our baseball club?” +</p> +<p>Again deep thought, but in a moment from +an earnest Jewish boy came the suggestion, +“The Irish-American Baseball League.” +</p> +<p>Eveley searched his face carefully, looking +for traces of irony. But the pinched thin +features were earnest, the eyes alight with +pleased gratification at his readiness of retort. +</p> +<p>A hum of approval indicated that the +Irish-American League had met with favor. +But Eveley wavered. +</p> +<p>“Why?” she asked in puzzled tone. +“There is not an Irish boy here. You are +Italians, and Spanish, and Jewish, and Russian, +so why call it Irish-American?” +</p> +<p>“My stepfather is an Irishman, his name +is Mike O’Malley,” said a small Mexican. “So +I’ll be the captain.” +</p> +<p>“G’wan, ain’t it enough to get the club +named for you?” came the angry retort. +“What you know about baseball, anyhow?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span></p> +<p>Eveley silenced them quickly. “Let’s just +call it the American League,” she pleaded. +</p> +<p>“The Irish-American League is well known, +and gets its name in the paper,” was the +ready argument in its favor. +</p> +<p>And this fact, together with the strong +appeal the words had made to their sense of +dignity, proved irresistible. They refused to +give it up. And when Eveley tried to reason +with them, they told her slyly that the proper +way to decide was by putting it to vote. +</p> +<p>Eveley swallowed hard, but conscientiously +admitted the justice of this, and put the +question to vote. And as the club was unanimously +in favor of it, and only Eveley was +opposed, her Americanization baseball club +of Italians and Mexicans and Orientals went +down into history as the Irish-American +League. +</p> +<p>When it came to voting for officers, she +again met with scant success. They flatly refused +to have a president, stating that a captain +could do all the bossing necessary, and +that baseball clubs always had a captain. In +the vote that followed the result was curiously +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span> +impartial. Every boy in the club voted +for himself. Eveley, who had been won by +the bright face of a young Jewish boy sitting +near her with keen eyes intent upon her, +voted for him, which gave him a fifty per +cent. majority over the nearest competitor, +and Eveley declared him the captain. +</p> +<p>A few moments later, Eveley was called +away to the telephone by Nolan, wishing to +know what time he should call for her and +the moment she was out of hearing, the club +went into noisy conference. Upon her return, +the argumentative Russian announced +that the vote had been changed, and he was +unanimously elected captain. +</p> +<p>“But how did that happen?” Eveley demanded +doubtfully. “Did the rest of you +change your votes, and decide he should be +captain?” +</p> +<p>There was a rustle of hesitation, almost a +dissenting murmur. +</p> +<p>The newly elected captain lowered his +brows ominously. “You did, didn’t you?” he +asked, glaring around on his fellow members. +</p> +<p>“Yes,” came feebly though unanimously. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span></p> +<p>“Did—did you vote?” questioned Eveley +tremulously. +</p> +<p>“Sure, we voted,” said the captain amiably. +“We decided that I know the game better +than the rest of the guys, and I can lick any +kid in this gang with one hand, and we decided +that I ought to be the captain. Ain’t +that right?” Again he turned lowering +brows on the Irish-American League. +</p> +<p>No denial was forthcoming, and although +Eveley felt assured that in some way the +American ideal of popular selection had been +violently outraged, it seemed the part of policy +to overlook what might have occurred. +Some minor rules were agreed upon, and the +club decided to meet for practise every evening +after school. Eveley could not attend +except on Saturdays, and a boy near her, +whose features had seemed vaguely and bewilderingly +familiar, announced that he must +withdraw as he worked and had no time for +baseball. The captain professed his ability +to fill up the club to the required number +with exceptional baseball material, and the +meeting adjourned without further parley. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span></p> +<p>This one meeting sufficed unalterably to +convince Eveley that she was totally and +helplessly out of her element. She was not +altogether sure those quick-witted boys +needed Americanizing, but she was sure that +she was not the one to do it if they did require +it. She realized that she had absolutely +no idea how to go about instilling principles +of freedom and loyalty in the hearts of +young foreigners. +</p> +<p>It was with great sadness that she began +adjusting her hat and collar ready to go +home, leaving defeat and failure behind her, +when a blithe voice at her elbow broke into +her despair. +</p> +<p>“So long, Miss Ainsworth; see you in the +morning.” +</p> +<p>Eveley whirled about and stared into the +face of the small lad whose features had +seemed so curiously familiar. +</p> +<p>“To-morrow?” she repeated. +</p> +<p>“Surest thing you know, at the office,” he +said, grinning impishly at her evident inability +to place him. “I knew all the time you +didn’t know me. I am Angelo Moreno, the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span> +Number Three elevator boy at the Rollo +Building.” +</p> +<p>“Do—do you know who I am?” +</p> +<p>“Sure, you’re Miss Ainsworth, old Jim Hodgin’s +private secretary.” +</p> +<p>“How long have you been there?” +</p> +<p>“About a year and a half.” +</p> +<p>“I never noticed,” she said, and there was +pain in her voice. +</p> +<p>“Oh, well,” he said soothingly, “there’s always +a jam going up and down when you do, +and you are tired evenings.” +</p> +<p>“But you are in the jam, too, and you are +tired as well as I, but you have seen.” +</p> +<p>“That’s my job,” he said complacently. “I +got to know the folks in our building.” +</p> +<p>“How much do you know about me?” she +pursued with morbid curiosity. +</p> +<p>He grinned at her again, companionably. +“You’re twenty-five years old, and you’re +stuck on that fellow Inglish, with Morrow +and Mayne over at the Holland Building. +You used to live with your aunt up on Thorn +Street, but she died and you got the house. +B. T. Raines is your brother-in-law, and he’s +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span> +got two kids, but his wife is not as good-looking +as you are. You stayed with them +two months after your aunt died, but last +week you got a bunch of your beaux, soldiers +and things, to build you some steps up the +outside of your house and now you live up +there by yourself. Gee, I’d think you’d be +afraid of pirates and Greasers and things +coming up that canyon from the bay to rob +you—you being just a woman alone up +there.” +</p> +<p>Eveley gazed upon him in blank astonishment. +“Do—do you know that much about +everybody in our building?” she asked. +</p> +<p>“Well, I know plenty about most of ’em, +and some things that some of ’em don’t know +I know, and wouldn’t be keen on having +talked around among strangers. But of +course I pays the most attention to the good-lookers,” +he admitted frankly. +</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Eveley, with a faint +smile. Then she flushed. “What nerve for +me to talk of assimilation,” she said. “We +don’t know how to go about it. We have +been asleep and blind and careless and stupid, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span> +but you—why, you will assimilate us, if we +don’t look out. You are a born assimilator, +Angelo, do you know that?” +</p> +<p>“I guess so,” came the answer vaguely, but +politely. “I live about half a mile below you, +Miss Ainsworth, at the foot of the canyon on +the bay front. That’s all the diff there is +between us and you highbrows in Mission +Hills—about half a mile of canyon.” He +smiled broadly, pleased with his fancy. +</p> +<p>“That isn’t much, is it, Angelo? And it +will be less pretty soon, now that we are trying +to open our eyes. Good night, Angelo. +I will see you to-morrow—really see you, I +mean. And please don’t assimilate me quite +so fast—you must give me time. I—I am +new to this business and progress very slowly.” +</p> +<p>Then she said good night again, and went +away. And Angelo swaggered back to his +companions. “Gee, ain’t she a beaut?” he +gloated. “All the swells in our building is +nuts on that dame. But she gives ’em all +the go-by.” +</p> +<p>Then the Irish-American League, without +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +the assimilator, went into a private session +with cigarettes and near-beer in a small +dingy room far down on Fifth Street—a session +that lasted far into the night. +</p> +<p>But Eveley Ainsworth did not know that. +She was sitting in the dark beside her window, +staring out at the lights that circled the +bay. But she did not see them. +</p> +<p>“Assimilate the foreign element,” she +whispered in a frightened voice. “I am afraid +we can’t. It is too late. They got started +first—and they are so shrewd. But we’ve +got to do something, and quickly, or—they +will assimilate us, beyond a doubt. And +weren’t they right about it, after all? Isn’t +it patriotism and loyalty for them to go out +to foreign countries to pick up the finest and +best of our civilization and take it back to enrich +their native land? It is almost—blasphemous—to +teach them a new patriotism +to a new country. And yet we have to do it, +to make our country safe for us. But who +has brains enough and heart enough to do +it? Oh, dear! And they do not call it duty +that brings them here to take what we can +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span> +give them—they call it love—not love of us +and of America, but love of the little Wops +and the little Greasers and the little Polaks +in their own home-land. Oh, dear, such a +frightful mess we have got ourselves into. +And what a dunce I was to go to that silly +meeting and get myself mixed up in it.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='V_HER_INHERITANCE' id='V_HER_INHERITANCE'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h3>HER INHERITANCE</h3> +</div> + +<p>The worries of the night never lived over +into the sunny day with Eveley, and +when she arose the next morning and saw +the amethyst mist lifting into sunshine, when +she heard the sweet ecstatic chirping of +little Mrs. Bride beneath, she smiled contentedly. +The world was still beautiful, and +love remained upon its throne. +</p> +<p>She started a little early for her work as +she was curious to see Angelo in the broad +light of day. It seemed so unbelievable that +those bright eyes and smiling lips had been +in the elevator with her many times a week +for many months, and that she had never +even seen them. +</p> +<p>So on the morning after her initiation into +the intricacies of Americanization, she +beamed upon him with almost sisterly affection. +</p> +<p>“Good morning, Angelo. Isn’t this a wonderful +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +day? Whose secrets have you ferreted +out in the night while I was asleep?” +</p> +<p>Angelo flushed with pleasure, and shoved +some earlier passengers back into the car to +make room for her beside him. +</p> +<p>“I thought you’d be too sick to come this +morning,” he said, with his wide smile that +displayed two rows of white and even teeth. +“I thought it would take you twenty-four +hours to get over us.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, not a bit of it,” she laughed. “And +I am equally glad to see that you are recovering +from your attack of me.” +</p> +<p>This while the elevator rose, stopping at +each floor to discharge passengers. +</p> +<p>At the fifth floor Eveley passed out with a +final smile and a light friendly touch of her +hand on Angelo’s arm. +</p> +<p>This was the beginning of their strange +friendship, which ripened rapidly. Her +memory of that night in the Service League +with the Irish-American Club was very hazy +and dim. Except for the tangible presence +and person of Angelo, she might easily have +believed it was all a dream. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span></p> +<p>In spite of her deep conviction that she was +not destined to any slight degree of success +as an Americanizer, Eveley conscientiously +studied books and magazines and attended +lectures on the subject, only to experience +deep grief as she realized that every additional +book, and article, and lecture, only +added to her disbelief in her powers of assimilation. +</p> +<p>So deep and absolute was her absorption, +that for some days she denied herself to her +friends, and remained wrapped in principles +of Americanization, which naturally caused +them no pleasure. And when a morning +came and she called a hasty meeting of her +four closest comrades, voicing imperative +needs and fervent appeals for help, she readily +secured four promises of attendance in the +Cloude Cote that evening at exactly seven-thirty. +</p> +<p>At seven-forty-five Eveley sat on the floor +beside the window impatiently tapping with +the absurd tip of an absurd little slipper. +Nolan had not come. +</p> +<p>Kitty Lampton was there, balancing herself +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span> +dangerously with two cushions on the +arm of a big rocker. Eveley called Kitty the +one drone in her circle of friendship, for +Kitty was born to golden spoons and lived a +life of comfort and ease and freedom from +responsibility in a great home with a doting +father, and two attentive maids. Eileen +Trevis was there, too, having arrived promptly +on the stroke of seven-thirty. Eileen +Trevis always arrived promptly on the stroke +of the moment she was expected. She was +known about town as a successful business +woman, though still in the early thirties. +The third of the group was Miriam Landis, +whose inexcusable marriage to her handsome +husband had seriously deranged the morale +of the little quartet of comrades. +</p> +<p>Eveley looked around upon them. “It is +a funny thing, a most remarkably funny +thing!” she said indignantly. “Every one +says that girls are always late, and you three, +except Eileen, are usually later than the +average late ones. Yet here you are. And every +one says that men are always prompt, +and Nolan is certainly worse than the average +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span> +man in every conceivable way. But +Nolan, where is he?” +</p> +<p>“Well, go ahead and tell us the news anyhow,” +said Kitty, hugging the back of the +chair to keep from falling while she talked. +“But if it is anything about that funny Americanization +stuff, you needn’t tell it. I asked +father about it, and he explained it fully, only +he lost me in the first half of the first sentence. +So I don’t want to hear anything +more about it. And you don’t need to tell me +any more ways of not doing my duty, either, +for I am not doing it now as hard as I can.” +</p> +<p>Miriam Landis leaned forward from the +couch where she was lounging idly. “What +is this peculiar little notion of yours about +duty, Eveley?” she asked, smiling. “My poor +child, all over town they are exploiting you +and your silly notions. Even my dear Lem +uses your disbelief in duty to excuse himself +for being out five nights a week.” +</p> +<p>“That is absurd,” said Eveley, flushing. +“And they may laugh all they like. I do believe +that duty has wrecked more homes and +ruined more lives than—than vampires.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span></p> +<p>Miriam smiled tolerantly. “Wait till you +get married, sweetest,” she said softly. “If +married women did not believe in duty, and +do it, no marriage would last more than six +months.” +</p> +<p>“Well, I qualify myself, you know,” said +Eveley excusingly. “I do think everybody +has one duty—but only one—and it isn’t the +one most people think it is.” +</p> +<p>“For the sake of my immortal soul, tell +me,” pleaded Kitty. “It was you who led me +into the dutiless paths. Now lead me back.” +</p> +<p>“Get up, Kitty, and don’t be silly,” said +Eveley loftily. “This is not a driven duty, +but a spontaneous one. And you don’t need +to know what it is, for it comes naturally, or +it doesn’t come at all. Isn’t that Nolan the +most aggravating thing that ever lived? +Eight o’clock. And he promised for seven-thirty.” +</p> +<p>“Go on and tell us, Eveley,” said Eileen +Trevis. “Maybe somebody is sick, and has to +make a will, and he won’t be here all night.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I can’t tell it twice. You know how +many questions Nolan always asks, and besides +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span> +I want to surprise you all in a bunch. +Look, did I show you the new blouse I got +to-day? I needed a new one to Americanize +my Irish-Americans Saturday. It cost ten +dollars, and perfectly plain—but I look like a +sad sweet dream in it.” +</p> +<p>Then the girls were absorbed in a discussion +of the utter impossibility of bringing +next month’s allowance or salary within +speaking distance of last month’s bills, a subject +which admitted of no argument but +which interested them deeply. So after all +they did not hear the rumble and creak of the +rustic stairway, nor the quick steps crossing +the garden on the roof of the sun parlor for +Nolan was forgotten until his sharp tap on +the glass was followed by the instant appearance +of his head, and his pleasant voice said +in tones of friendly raillery: +</p> +<p>“Every time I climb those wabbly rattly-bangs +that you call rustic stairs, I wonder +that you have a friend to your name. Hello, +Eveley.” +</p> +<p>“Inasmuch as you made the wabbliest pair +of all, and since you climb them more than +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +anybody else, you haven’t much room to +talk,” returned Eveley tartly, drawing back +the portières to admit his entrance, which +was no laughing matter for a large man. +</p> +<p>“You positively are the latest thing that +ever was,” she went on, as he landed with a +heavy thud. +</p> +<p>“Me? Why, I am the soul of punctuality.” +</p> +<p>“You may be the soul of it, but punctuality +does not get far with a soul minus willing +feet.” +</p> +<p>“Anyhow, I am here, and that is something,” +he said, making the rounds of the +room to shake hands cordially with the other +girls. +</p> +<p>Eveley hopped up quickly on to the small +desk—shoving the telephone off, knowing +Nolan would catch it, as indeed he did with +great skill, having been catching telephones +and vases and books for Eveley for five full +years. She clasped her hands together, glowing, +and her friends leaned toward her expectantly. +</p> +<p>“I have called you together,” she began in +a high, slightly imperious voice, “my four +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span> +best friends, counting Nolan, because I need +advice.” +</p> +<p>“Do you wish to retain me as counsellor?” +asked Nolan, with a strong legal accent +“My fee—” +</p> +<p>“I do not wish to retain you in any capacity,” +Eveley interrupted quickly. “My chief +worry is how to dispose of you satisfactorily. +And as for fees—Pouf! Anyhow, I need advice, +good advice, deep advice, loving advice. +So I have called you into solemn conclave, +and because it is a most exceptional occasion +I have prepared refreshments, good ones, +sandwiches and coffee and cake—Did you +bring the cake, Kit? And ice-cream—the +drug-store is going to deliver it at ten, only +the boy won’t climb the stairs; you’ll have to +meet him at the bottom, Nolan. So I hope +you realize that it is an affair of some moment, +and not—Miriam Landis, are you +asleep?” +</p> +<p>Miriam flashed her eyes wide open, denial +on her lips, but Kitty forestalled her. “That +is a pose,” she explained. “Billy Ferris said, +and I told Miriam he said it, that with her +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span> +eyes closed, she is the loveliest thing in the +world. And since then she walks around in +her sleep half the time.” +</p> +<p>Miriam turned toward her, still more indignant +denial clamoring for utterance, but +Eveley, accepting the explanation as reasonable, +went quickly on. +</p> +<p>“Now I want you to be very serious and +thoughtful—can you concentrate better in +the dark, Kit? Because I know at seances +and things they turn off the lights, and—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, let’s do. And we’ll all hold hands, +and concentrate, and maybe we’ll scare up a +ghost or something.” Then she looked +around the room—four girls and Nolan—Nolan, +who had edged with alacrity toward +Eveley on the telephone desk—and Kitty +shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, what’s the +use? Never mind. Go on with the gossip, +Eveley. I can think with the lights on.” +</p> +<p>“The ice-cream will be here before we get +started,” said Eileen Trevis suddenly. +</p> +<p>Eveley clasped her hands again and smiled. +“I have received a fortune. Somebody died—you +needn’t advise me to wear mourning, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +either, Miriam. I never saw him in my life, +and never even heard of him, and honestly +I think he got me mixed up with somebody +else and left the fortune to the wrong grand-niece, +but anyhow it is none of my business, +and since he is dead and the money is here, +I suppose there is no chance of his discovering +the mistake and making me refund it +after it is spent.” +</p> +<p>“A fortune,” gasped Kitty, tumbling off the +arm of the chair and rushing to fling herself +on the floor beside Eveley, warm arms embracing +her knees. +</p> +<p>“Root of all evil,” murmured Miriam, gazing +into space through half-closed lids, and +seeing wonderful visions of complexions and +permanent curls and a manicure every day. +</p> +<p>“How fortunate,” said Eileen in a voice +pleased though still unruffled and even. “A +fortune means safety and protection and—” +</p> +<p>“Who the dickens has been butting into +your affairs now?” demanded Nolan peevishly, +and though the girls laughed, there was +no laughter in his eyes and no smile on his +lips. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span></p> +<p>“Well, since he calls me his great-niece, I +suppose he is my grand-uncle.” +</p> +<p>“How much, lovey, how much?” gurgled +Kitty, at her side. +</p> +<p>“Twenty-five hundred dollars,” announced +Eveley ecstatically. +</p> +<p>Nolan breathed again. “Oh, that isn’t so +bad. I thought maybe some simp had left +you a couple of millions or so.” +</p> +<p>Eveley fairly glared upon him. “What do +you mean by that? Why a simp? Why +shouldn’t I be left a couple of millions as well +as anybody else? Maybe you think I haven’t +sense enough to spend a couple of millions.” +</p> +<p>“And why did you require advice?” Eileen +queried. +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes.” Eveley smiled again. “Yes, of +course. Now you must all think desperately +for a while—I hate to ask so much of you, +Nolan—but perhaps this once you won’t mind—I +want you to tell me what to do with the +money.” +</p> +<p>This was indeed a serious responsibility. +What to do with twenty-five hundred dollars? +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></p> +<p>“You do not feel it is your duty to spend +the twenty-five hundred pounding Americanism +into your Irish-American Wops?” asked +Nolan facetiously. +</p> +<p>Eveley took this good-naturedly. “Oh, I +got off from work at four-thirty and went +down to their field, and we had a celebration. +We had ice-cream and candy and chewing +gum, and I spent twenty-five dollars +equipping them with balls and bats and +since I was with them an hour and a quarter, +I feel that I am entitled to the rest of the +fortune myself.” +</p> +<p>“Well, dearie,” said Eileen, “it is really +very simple. Put it in a savings account, of +course. Keep it for a rainy day. You may +be ill. You may get married—” +</p> +<p>“Can’t she get married without twenty-five +hundred dollars?” asked Nolan, with great +indignation. “She doesn’t expect to buy her +own groceries when she gets married, does +she?” +</p> +<p>“She may have to, Nolan,” said Eileen gently. +“One never knows what may happen +after marriage. Getting married is no laughing +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +matter, and Eveley should be prepared +for any exigency.” +</p> +<p>“But, Eileen, she won’t need her twenty-five +hundred to get married. No decent fellow +would marry a girl unless he could support +her, and do it well, even luxuriously. +You don’t suppose I would let my wife spend +her twenty-five hundred—” +</p> +<p>“If you mean me, I shall do whatever I +like with my own money when I get married,” +said Eveley quickly. “My husband will +have nothing to say about it. You needn’t +think for one minute—” +</p> +<p>“I am not your husband, am I? I haven’t +exactly proposed to you yet, have I?” +</p> +<p>Eveley swallowed hard. “Certainly not. +And probably never will. By the time you +get around to it, getting married will be out +of date, and none of the best people doing it +any more.” +</p> +<p>“You may not have asked her, Nolan,” said +Eileen evenly. “And that is your business, +of course. She will probably turn you down +when you do ask her, just as she does everybody +else. But—” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span></p> +<p>“Who has been asking her now?” he cried, +with jealous interest. +</p> +<p>“But while we are on the subject, I hope +you will permit me to say that I think your +principles are all wrong, and even dangerous. +You think a man should wait a thousand +years until he can keep a wife like a pet dog, +on a cushion with a pink ribbon around her +neck—” +</p> +<p>“The dog’s neck, or the wife’s?” +</p> +<p>“The dog’s—no, the wife’s—both of them,” +she decided at last, with never a ruffle. “You +want to wait until she is tired of loving, and +too old to have a good time, and worn out +with work. It isn’t right. It is not fair. +It is unjust both to yourself, and to Eve—to +the girl.” +</p> +<p>“But, my dear child,” he said. Eileen was +three years older than Nolan; but being a +lawyer he called all women “child.” “My +dear child, do you realize that my salary is +eighteen hundred a year, and I get only a few +hundred dollars in fees. Think of the cost of +food these days, and of clothes, and amusements, +to say nothing of rent! Do you think +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span> +I would allow Eve—my wife, to go without +the sweet things of—” +</p> +<p>“You needn’t bring me in,” said Eveley +loftily. “I have never accepted you, have I?” +</p> +<p>“No, not exactly, I suppose, but—” +</p> +<p>“Eveley,” said Miriam, suddenly sitting +erect on the couch. “I have it.” +</p> +<p>“Sounds like the measles,” said Kitty. +</p> +<p>“I mean I know what to do with the money. +Listen, dear. You do not want to go on slaving +in an office until you are old and ugly. +And Nolan is quite right, you certainly can +not marry a grubby clerk in a law office.” +</p> +<p>Nolan laughed at that, but Eveley sat up +very straight indeed and fairly glowered at +her unconscious friend on the couch. +</p> +<p>“You must have the soft and lovely things +of life, and the way to get them is to marry +them. Now, sweet, you take your twenty-five +hundred, be manicured and massaged and +shampooed until you are glowing with +beauty, buy a lot of lovely clothes, trip +around like a lady, dance and play, and meet +men—men with money—and there you are. +You can look like a million dollars on your +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +twenty-five hundred—and your looks will get +you the million by marriage.” +</p> +<p>“Miriam Landis, that is shameful,” said +Nolan in a voice of horror. “It is disgraceful. +I never thought to hear a woman, a +married woman, a nice woman, utter such +low and grimy thoughts. Could any such +marriage be happy?” +</p> +<p>“Well, Nolan,” said Miriam sadly, “I am +not sure that any marriage can be happy, or +was ever supposed to be. But women are such +that they have to try it once. Eveley will +be like all the rest. And if she has to try it, +she had better try it with a million, than with +eighteen hundred a year.” +</p> +<p>“There is something in that, Miriam, certainly,” +said Eveley thoughtfully. “What do +you think, Eileen?” +</p> +<p>“I think it is absurd. The notion that +woman was born for marriage died long ago. +Ridiculous! Woman is born for life, for service, +for action, just as man is. Look at the +married people you know. How many of +them are happy? I do not wish to be personal, +but I know very few married people, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span> +either men or women, who would not be glad +to undo the marriage knot if it could be done +easily and quietly without notoriety. They +are not happy. But we are happy. Why? +Because we work, we think, we feel, we live. +We are not slaves to the contentment of man. +Go on working, my dear. Keep your independence. +But play safe. Put your money +in the bank, or in some good investment, and +let it safeguard your future. Then you can +go your way serene.” +</p> +<p>“That is certainly sound. Marriage isn’t +the most successful thing in the world.” +</p> +<p>“I should say not,” chimed Kitty. “Husbands +are always tired of wives, their own, +I mean, inside of five years.” +</p> +<p>“Well, if it comes to that,” said Eveley honestly, +“I suppose wives are tired of their own +husbands, too. But they are so stubborn +they won’t admit it. In their hearts I suppose +they are quite as sick of their husbands +as their husbands are of them.” +</p> +<p>“Eve,” said Nolan anxiously, “where are +you getting all these wicked notions? Marriage +is the most sacred—” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span></p> +<p>“Institution. I know it. Every one says +marriage is a sacred institution, and so is a +church. But nobody wants to live with one +permanently.” +</p> +<p>“But, Eveley, the sanctity of the—” +</p> +<p>“Home. Sure, we know it is sanctified. +But monotonous. Deadly monotonous.” +</p> +<p>“Eve,” and his voice was quite tragic, +“don’t you feel that the divine sphere of—” +</p> +<p>“Woman. You needn’t finish it, Nolan; we +know it as well as you do. The divine sphere +of woman is in the sanctified home keeping +up the sacred institution of marriage while +her husband—oh, tralalalalalala.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, sir, I’ll go you,” cried Kitty suddenly, +leaping up from the floor, and waving +her hand. “Europe! You and I together.” +</p> +<p>“She has come to,” said Eileen resignedly. +“There’s an end of sensible talk for this evening.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, Kit, what is it? I knew you would +think of something good.” +</p> +<p>“We’ll go to Europe, you and I. I think I +can work dad to let me go. I can pretend to +fall in love with the plumber, or somebody, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span> +and he’ll be glad to trot me off for a while. +And he likes you, Eveley. He thinks you are +so sensible.” +</p> +<p>“Why, he hardly knows me,” cried Eveley, +astonished. +</p> +<p>“Yes, that is why. I tell him how sensible +you are when you are not there, and when he +gets home I hustle you out of his sight in a +hurry. He likes me to have sensible friends.” +</p> +<p>“And what shall we do with the money?” +</p> +<p>“Travel, travel, travel, and have a gay good +time,” said Kitty blithely. “All over Europe. +We’ll get some handsome clothes, and have +the time of our lives as long as the money +lasts, and then marry dukes or princes or +something like that.” +</p> +<p>“Two of you,” shouted Nolan furiously. +“Well, Eve, it is a good thing you have +one friend to give you really decent advice. +Of all idiotic ideas. Buy fine clothes and +marry a millionaire. Save it to pay for potatoes +when you get a husband that can’t support +you. Travel to Europe and marry some +purple prince.” +</p> +<p>“Why purple?” asked Eveley curiously. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span></p> +<p>“Do you mean clothed in purple and fine +linen?” +</p> +<p>“If you mean blood, it is blue,” said Kitty. +“Blue-blooded princes. Whoever heard of a +purple-blooded prince?” +</p> +<p>“What did you mean anyhow, Nolan?” +asked Eileen. +</p> +<p>Driven into a corner, Nolan hesitated. He +had said purple on the spur of the moment, +chiefly because it sounded derogatory and +went well with prince. +</p> +<p>“What I really mean,” he began in a dispassionate +legislative voice, “what I really +mean is—purple in the face. You know, +purple, splotchy skin, caused by eating too +much rich food, drinking too much strong +wine, playing cards and dancing and flirting.” +</p> +<p>“Does flirting make you purple?” gasped +Miriam. “It does not show on Lem yet.” +And then she subsided quickly, hoping they +had not noticed. +</p> +<p>“Why, Nolan, I have danced for weeks and +weeks at a stretch, evenings, I mean, when +the service men were here,” said Kitty, “and +I am not purple yet.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span></p> +<p>“Oh, rats,” said Nolan. Then he brightened. +“You have never seen a prince, so of +course you do not understand. Wait till you +see one. Then a purple prince will mean +something in your young life.” +</p> +<p>“I should not like to marry a purple creature,” +said Eveley, wrinkling her nose distastefully. +“I am too pink. And my blue +eyes would clash with a purple husband, too. +But maybe the dukes and lords are a different +shade,” she finished hopefully. +</p> +<p>Nolan turned his back, and lit a cigarette. +</p> +<p>“Yes, you may smoke, Nolan, by all means. +I always like my guests to be comfortable.” +</p> +<p>“What is your advice then, Nolan? You +are so scornful about our suggestions,” said +Eileen quietly. +</p> +<p>“I know what Nolan would like,” said Kitty +spitefully. “He would advise Eveley to give +him the money and make him her executor +and appoint him her guardian. That would +suit him to a T.” +</p> +<p>“My poor infant, Eveley can not use an +executor and a guardian at the same time. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span> +One comes in early youth, or old age, the +other after death. An executor—” he began, +clearing his throat as for a prolonged +technical explanation. +</p> +<p>Kitty plunged her fingers into her ears. +“You stop that right now, Nolan Inglish. +We came here to advise Eveley, not for you +to practise on. If you begin that I shall +go straight home—no, I mean I shall go out +on the steps and wait for the ice-cream.” +</p> +<p>“What do you advise, Nolan?” persisted +Eileen. +</p> +<p>“Well, my personal advice is, and I strongly +urge it, and plead it, and it will make me +very happy, and—?” +</p> +<p>“He wants to borrow it,” gasped Kitty. +</p> +<p>“Go on, Nolan,” urged Eveley eagerly. +</p> +<p>“Put it in the bank on your checking account.” +</p> +<p>“Put it—” +</p> +<p>“Checking account?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, indeed, right in your checking account.” +</p> +<p>A slow scornful light dawned in Eileen’s +eyes. “I see,” she said coldly. “Very selfish, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span> +very unprofessional, very unfriendly. He +would have his lady love absolutely bankrupt, +that he may endow her with all the goods of +life.” +</p> +<p>“Why, Nolan,” said Eveley weakly, lacking +Eileen’s sharper perception, “don’t you know +me well enough to realize that if I put it into +my checking account it will be gone, absolutely +and everlastingly gone, inside of six +months, and not a thing to show for it?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, I know it,” he admitted humbly. +</p> +<p>“And still you advise it?” +</p> +<p>“I do not advise it—I just want it,” he admitted +plaintively. +</p> +<p>Eveley sat quietly for a while, counting +her fingers, her lips moving once in a while, +forming such words as marriage, travel, +princes and banks. Then she clapped her +hands and beamed upon them. +</p> +<p>“Lovely,” she cried. “Exquisite! Just +what I wanted to do myself! You are dear +good faithful friends, and wise, too, and you +will never know how much your advice has +helped me. Then it is all settled, isn’t it? +And I shall buy an automobile.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span></p> +<p>In a flash, she caught up a pillow, holding +it out sharply in front of her, whirling it +around like a steering wheel, while she +pushed with both feet on imaginary clutches +and brakes, and honked shrilly. +</p> +<p>But her friends leaned weakly back in their +chairs and stared. Then they laughed, and +admitted it was what they had expected all +the time. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VI_A_WRONG_ADJUSTMENT' id='VI_A_WRONG_ADJUSTMENT'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h3>A WRONG ADJUSTMENT</h3> +</div> + +<p>Eveley’s resolve to spend her fortune +for an auto met with less resistance +than she had anticipated. It seemed that +every one had known all along that she would +fool the money away on something, and a +motor was far more reasonable than some +things. +</p> +<p>“I said travel,” said Kitty. “And we can +travel in a car as well as on a train—more +fun, too. And though it may cut us off from +meeting a purple prince—a pretty girl with +a car of her own is a combination no man +can resist. And maybe if we are very patient +and have good luck, we may save a millionaire +from bandits, or rescue a daring aviator +from capture by Mexicans.” +</p> +<p>Miriam nodded, also, her eyes cloudy behind +the dark lashes. “Very nice, dear. Get +a lot of stunning motor things and—irresistible, +simply irresistible. You must have a +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span> +red leather motor coat. You will be adorable +in one. But you’ll have to shake Nolan, dear. +You stand no chance in the world if you are +constantly herded by a disagreeable young +lawyer, guardianing you from every truant +glance.” +</p> +<p>“It isn’t at all bad,” quickly interposed +Eileen. “I believe that more than anything +else in the world, a motor-car reconciles a +woman to life without a husband. She gets +thrills in plenty, and retains her independence +at the same time.” +</p> +<p>“Eileen,” put in Nolan sternly, “I am disappointed +in you. A woman of your ability +and experience trying to prejudice a young +and innocent girl against marriage is—is—” +</p> +<p>“You are awfully hard to suit, Nolan,” +complained Eveley gently. “You shouted at +Miriam and Kitty for advising a husband, +and now you roar at Eileen for advising +against one.” +</p> +<p>“It isn’t the husband I object to—it is +their cold-blooded scheme to go out and pick +one up. Woman should be sought—” +</p> +<p>“Well, when Eveley gets a car she’ll be +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span> +sought fast enough,” said Kitty shrewdly. +“She hasn’t suffered from any lack of admirers +as it is, but when she goes motoring +on her own—<i>ach</i>, Louie.” +</p> +<p>“Then you approve of the car, do you, +Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“Well, since I can not think of any quicker +or pleasanter way of spending the money,” +he said slowly, “I may say that I do, unequivocally.” +</p> +<p>“Why unequivocally?” +</p> +<p>“What’s it mean, anyhow?” demanded +Kitty. +</p> +<p>“Can’t you talk English, Nolan?” asked +Eveley, in some exasperation. “You started +off as if you were in favor, but now heaven +only knows what you mean.” +</p> +<p>“Get your car, my poor child, by all means. +Get your car. But a dictionary is what you +really need.” +</p> +<p>The rest of the evening they were enthusiastic +almost to the point of incoherency. +Kitty was in raptures over an exquisite red +racer she had seen on the street. Miriam described +Mary Pickford’s rose-upholstered car, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span> +and applied it to Eveley’s features. Nolan +developed a surprisingly intimate knowledge +of carburetors, horse-powers and cylinders. +</p> +<p>When at last they braved the rustic stairway, +homeward bound, with exclamatory +gasps and squeals, gradually drifting away +into silence, Eveley sat down on the floor to +take off her shoes—a most childish habit carried +over into the years of age and wisdom—and +was immediately wrapped in happy +thoughts where stunning motor clothes and +whirring engines and Nolan’s pleasant eyes +were harmoniously mingled. And when at +last she started up into active consciousness +again, and rushed pellmell to bed, mindful of +her responsibility as a business girl, sleep +came very slowly. And when it came at last, +it was a chaotic jumble of excited dreams +and tossings. +</p> +<p>The life of the bride and groom in the nest +beneath Eveley’s Cloud Cote had progressed +so sweetly and smoothly that Eveley had +come to feel it was quite a friendly dispensation +of Providence that permitted her to live +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +one story up from Honeymooning. So the +next morning, in the midst of the confusion +that came from dressing and getting her +breakfast and reading motor ads in the morning +paper at the same time, she was utterly +electrified to hear a sudden sharp cry of +anguish from little Mrs. Bride beneath—a +cry accompanied by sounds caused by nothing +in the world but a passionate and hysterical +pounding of small but violent feet upon +the floor. +</p> +<p>“Oooooh, oooooh, don’t talk to me, Dody, +I can’t bear it. I can’t, I can’t. Ooooh, I +wish I were dead. Go away, go away this instant +and let me die. Oh, I shall run away, +I shall kill myself! Oooooh!” +</p> +<p>“Dearie, sweetie, don’t,” begged Mr. Groom +distractedly. “Lovie, precious, please.” And +his voice faded off into tender inarticulate +whispers. +</p> +<p>For a long second Eveley was speechless. +Then she said aloud, very grimly, “Hum. +It has begun. I suppose I may look for flat-irons +and rolling-pins next. Hereafter they +are Mr. and Mrs. Ordinary Married People.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span></p> +<p>After long and patient, demonstrative +pleading on his part, Mrs. Severs was evidently +restored to a semblance of reason and +content, and quiet reigned for a while until +the slam of the door indicated that Mr. Severs +had heeded the call of business. +</p> +<p>Almost immediately there came a quick +creaking of the rustic stairs and a light tap +on Eveley’s window. +</p> +<p>“Come in,” she called pleasantly. “I sort +of expected you. You will excuse me, won’t +you, for not getting up, but I have only fifteen +minutes to finish my breakfast and +catch the car.” +</p> +<p>“You are awfully businesslike, aren’t +you?” asked Mrs. Severs admiringly. “Yes, +I will have a cup of coffee, thanks. I need +all the stimulation I can get.” +</p> +<p>She was pale, and her eyes were red-rimmed, +Eveley noted commiseratingly. +</p> +<p>“We are expecting an addition to our family +this afternoon, Miss Ainsworth,” she began, +her chin quivering childishly. +</p> +<p>“Mercy!” gasped Eveley. +</p> +<p>“Our father-in-law,” added Mrs. Severs +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span> +quickly. “Dody’s father. He is coming to +live with us.” +</p> +<p>“Oh!” breathed Eveley. “Won’t that be +lovely?” +</p> +<p>Mrs. Severs burst into passionate weeping. +“It won’t be lovely,” she sobbed. “It +will be ghastly.” She sat up abruptly and +wiped her eyes. “He is the most heart-breaking +thing you ever saw, and he doesn’t +like me. He doesn’t approve of dimples, and +he says I am soft. And he has the most desperate +old chum you ever saw, a perfect +wreck with red whiskers, and they get together +every night and play pinochle and +smoke smelly old pipes, and he won’t have +curtains in his bedroom, and he is crazy +about a phonograph, and he won’t eat my +cooking.” +</p> +<p>“I should think you would like that,” said +Eveley. “Maybe he will cook for himself.” +</p> +<p>“That is just it,” wailed Mrs. Severs. “He +does. He cooks the smelliest kind of corn +beef and cabbage, and eats liver by the—by +the cow, and has raw onions with every meal. +And he drinks tea by the gallon. And he +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span> +cooks everything himself and piles it on his +plate like a mountain and carries it to the +table and sits there and eats it right before +company and everybody.” +</p> +<p>“I don’t see how Mr. Severs ever came to +have a father like that,” said Eveley in open +surprise. +</p> +<p>“Well, the funny thing about it is that he +would really be very nice if he wasn’t so outrageous. +And he swears terribly. He says +‘Holy Mackinaw’ at everything. But he +loves Dody. They lived together for years, +and it nearly killed him when Dody got married. +And Dody said, ‘You will live with us +of course, father,’ and so we expected it. But +he went off for a visit after we were married—he +and the red-whiskered friend, and we +sort of thought—we kind of hoped—miracles +do happen, you know—and so I just kept believing +that something would turn up to save +us. But it didn’t. Dody got a letter this +morning, and he will be here this afternoon. +Oh, I wish I were dead.” +</p> +<p>“Is he terribly poor?” +</p> +<p>“Mercy, no! He’s got plenty of money. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span> +Lots more than we have. Enough to live anywhere +he pleases.” +</p> +<p>“I see it all,” said Eveley ominously. “You +won’t be happy with him, and he won’t be +happy with you, but you are all putting up +with it because it is your—duty.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, that is it, of course.” +</p> +<p>Eveley poured herself another cup of coffee +and drank it rapidly, without cream, and +only one lump of sugar. “I am upset,” she +said at last. “This has simply shattered the +day for me. Excuse me, you’ll have to hurry, +I only have five minutes left. I haven’t explained +my belief and principles to you—you +being young and newly married and needing +all the illusions possible—but I do not believe +in duty.” +</p> +<p>“Gracious,” gasped the bride. “You +don’t?” +</p> +<p>“Absolutely not. No human being should +do his duty under any conceivable circumstances. +You see, there are two kinds, the +pleasurable ones, and the painful ones. +Pleasurable duties are done, not because they +are duties, but because they are pleasurable. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span> +So they do not count. And a painful duty can +not be a duty or it would not be painful. My +idea is, that there must be a happy adjustment +of every necessity, so when a duty is +painful, it is the wrong adjustment. You and +your father-in-law are giving yourselves pain +because it is the wrong adjustment.” +</p> +<p>“It sounds very clever.” +</p> +<p>“It is the only beautiful plan of life,” said +Eveley modestly. +</p> +<p>“And then we would not have to live with +father at all?” +</p> +<p>“Most certainly not.” +</p> +<p>“It certainly is a glorious theory,” said +the bride enthusiastically. “You explain it +to Dody, will you? He is positively death +on duty, especially when it is painful. He’d +do his duty if it killed him and me, burned +the house down and started a revolution.” +</p> +<p>“I have to go now,” said Eveley. “Excuse +me for rushing you off, but I am late already. +I’ll explain it to you another time.” +</p> +<p>Very skilfully she piloted her caller out +the window and down the rustic steps. +</p> +<p>“Remember this,” she said as they reached +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +the bottom. “As long as duty is painful, it +is not a duty and can not be. Now find another +adjustment. That is the end of it.” +And she started on a quick trot for the corner. +</p> +<p>“But father will be here this afternoon +just the same,” called Mrs. Severs after her +in mournful tones. +</p> +<p>Being very businesslike, Eveley made a +set of notes about the case on her way down-town. +</p> +<p>Liver and cabbage. +</p> +<p>Raw onions. +</p> +<p>Smelly pipe. +</p> +<p>Red-whiskered friend. +</p> +<p>Pinochle. +</p> +<p>Hates dimples. (I’ll keep my left side +turned his way.) +</p> +<p>Money enough to live on. +</p> +<p>Crazy about Dody—christened Andrew. +</p> +<p>Dody believes in duty. +</p> +<p>“Of course it is up to me to save them,” +she decided cheerfully, and was quite happy +at the prospect of an engagement in her +campaign. “But I can’t neglect getting +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span> +my car, even to save human nature from its +duty,” she added. And then her mind wandered +from the duties of brides, to the pleasures +of young motorists. +</p> +<p>Her plan of expenditure was most lucid. +She would invest eighteen hundred dollars +in a car, and spend two hundred for clothes +“to sustain the illusion.” Nolan did not understand +exactly what she meant by that, +but on general principles was convinced it +was something reprehensible and sneered at +it. The other five hundred was to be deposited +in the bank as a guarantee for future +tires and gasoline and repairs. Nolan said +that according to his information it would be +wiser to buy a second-hand car for five hundred, +and keep the eighteen hundred for +tires and gas and repairs. +</p> +<p>But Nolan was a struggling young lawyer—even +more struggling than young—and the +girls were accustomed to his pessimistic murmurs, +and gave them no heed at all. +</p> +<p>Although Eveley had determined to confine +herself to eighteen hundred dollars for +the car, she was not morally above accepting +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span> +demonstrations of cars entailing twice, and +even thrice, that expenditure. “For,” she +said, “for all I know somebody else may die +and leave me some more, and then I can get +an expensive one. And besides, I feel it is +my duty—oh, no, I mean I feel it would be +lots of fun, as a conscientious and enthusiastic +motorist to know the good points of +every car.” +</p> +<p>So Nolan assured her of his complete support +and assistance in her search, even to the +detriment of his labors at the law office, +where he hoped one day to be a member of +considerable standing. Nolan had two fond +dreams—to become a regular member of the +firm, and to marry Eveley. They were closely +related, one to the other. If he could not +marry Eveley, he had no desire for a partnership +nor anything else but speedy death. But +until he had the partnership, he felt himself +morally obligated to deny himself Eveley in +the flesh. For he was one of those unique, +old-fashioned creatures who feels that man +must offer position and affluence as well as +love to the lady of his choice. So it was no +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span> +mere mercenary madness on his own account +that kept Nolan living a life of gentle and +economic obscurity, patient struggling for a +foothold on the ladder of fame in his profession. +</p> +<p>He knew better than to propose to Eveley. +He realized that if they were once formally +and blissfully engaged, he, being only mortal +man with human frailties, could never resist +the charm of complete possession, and he +foresaw that betrothal would end in speedy +marriage to the death of his determination +to bring his goddess glory. +</p> +<p>Thus Nolan’s lips were sealed—on the subject +of marriage. “Though goodness knows, +he has plenty to say about everything else,” +Eveley sometimes complained rather plaintively. +And his attentions took the form of a +more or less pleasant watch-dog constancy, +and an always more and never less persistence +in warding off other suitors not handicapped +by his own scruples in regard to matrimony. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VII_PAINFUL_DUTY' id='VII_PAINFUL_DUTY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h3>PAINFUL DUTY</h3> +</div> + +<p>When Eveley arrived home late that +night she smiled to observe that all +the down-stairs windows were wide open to +the breeze, and in the corner bedroom, apportioned +to Father-in-law, the curtains were +down. At the back of the house she found +Father-in-law himself, with the proverbial +whiskered friend, critically inspecting her +rustic steps through the clouds of smoke +from their pipes which they removed to facilitate +their interested stares as she approached. +</p> +<p>“How do you do?” she cried brightly. +“You are Mr. Severs, Senior, aren’t you? +Welcome home! And this is your friend, I +know.” She shook hands with them both, +with great cordiality. She must disarm +them, before she could begin working them +into a proper adjustment with life. “I am +Eveley Ainsworth. Are you admiring my +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span> +steps? I am very eccentric and temperamental +and all that, and I have to live alone. +I do not like being crowded in with other +folks. I like to do as I please, and not bother +with anybody else.” +</p> +<p>“Very sensible, I’m sure,” said Father-in-law. +</p> +<p>“Sure,” echoed the whiskered one breezily. +</p> +<p>“That was the first little seed,” she chuckled +to herself, as she ran blithely up the +stairs. Later, when she heard Mrs. Severs in +the room beneath, she went to the head of +the inner stairway and called down to her. +</p> +<p>“Come up a minute. I want to see you.” +</p> +<p>Mrs. Severs lost no time. “My husband +says it is simply absurd,” she began breathlessly. +“He says people have to do their +duty. He says a thing is right or wrong, +and that settles it. We are all father has in +the world, and Dody says it is plainly our +duty to keep him with us. He says a fellow +would be taking an awful chance to marry +you, if that is a sample of your principles. +Don’t you believe in any duty, Miss Ainsworth?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span></p> +<p>“Only one,” said Eveley with great firmness. +</p> +<p>“Oh, what is that?” came the eager query. +</p> +<p>“That,” was the dignified reply, “is something +that doesn’t enter into this case at all, +and doesn’t need to be discussed.” +</p> +<p>“Well, Dody says—” +</p> +<p>“Dody may be a very sweet husband, but +he is not progressive. His idea is old, outworn +and antedeluvian. Simply musty. +Now, this is my plan—the plan of progress +according to new ideas which means happiness +for all. Father-in-law and the whiskered +friend are born for each other. They +are affinities, and soul-mates, and everything. +I saw it at the first glance. We’ll +get them a little cottage off somewhere beyond +the odor of onions, and they can revel +in liver and pipes to their hearts’ content.” +</p> +<p>“Impossible! Whiskers has a wife of his +own.” +</p> +<p>“What?” Eveley was much disconcerted. +“Well, maybe she will get a divorce so her +husband can marry your father—I mean—maybe +it won’t stick, you know.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span></p> +<p>“It’s been sticking for forty years, and I +suppose it will go on forever. You see she +doesn’t have him around much and so she +probably forgets how he is. He is always +out with father, and she is asleep when he +gets home.” +</p> +<p>“Well, don’t worry about it. He had no +business being married, for it was a lovely +plan—but it can’t be helped now. Never +mind.” +</p> +<p>“Listen,” said Mrs. Severs suddenly. +“Hear the sizzling. That’s onions. Didn’t I +tell you? I was going to have chicken croquettes +and creamed peas, with lettuce salad +and fruit jello. But how can Dody and I sit +down to a decent meal with the whole house +reeking with tobacco and onions?” +</p> +<p>“Never mind, dear. We’ll find the adjustment +in time. Just try to be patient.” +</p> +<p>For another night, and another day, +Eveley puzzled and pondered—during intervals +of studying motor folders and reading +advertisements. And the next evening she +found Mrs. Severs wringing her hands on +the front porch. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span></p> +<p>“What is it?” she asked anxiously. “Did +he kill himself?” +</p> +<p>“No such luck,” wailed Mrs. Severs. “He +won’t sleep in the bedroom because he says +it is too shady under all those vines, and +he has moved himself out into the living-room +on the couch. He says there is no +sense having a house all cluttered up with +rooms anyhow, he doesn’t believe in it. He +says two rooms are enough for anybody. +You can cook and eat in the kitchen, and sit +and sleep in the other room, and anything +more is just plain tony.” +</p> +<p>“I tell you what,” suggested Eveley brightly. +“Be mean to him. Be real snippy and +bossy. Don’t let him have his own way. +You just fire him right back into the bedroom. +Tell him you are head of this house, +and he’s got to mind. Then he’ll be only too +glad to move out and then you’ll have some +peace.” +</p> +<p>“I can’t,” moaned Mrs. Severs. “He’s +really kind of nice if he wasn’t so awful. I +couldn’t be mean to Dody’s father. And +Dody would not let me if I wanted to.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span></p> +<p>“Well, don’t worry,” said Eveley automatically. +“I am still working. We will try every +different adjustment, and in time we shall +hit the right one. Just keep happy and—” +</p> +<p>“Keep happy,” wailed Mrs. Severs. “Don’t +be sarcastic, Miss Ainsworth, please. I never +expect to be happy again.” +</p> +<p>Then she went home, and Eveley called +Nolan on the telephone. +</p> +<p>“You must come immediately and have +supper with me. And stop on the way and +get a small steak, and ask the drug-store to +deliver a pint of ice-cream at six-thirty +sharp. And you might bring a nice tomato +if you can remember, and I shall have everything +else ready. We won’t have much to-night, +just steak and salad and ice-cream. +I need professional advice.” +</p> +<p>Nolan never dreamed of refusing an invitation +of any sort whatever from Eveley, +and he started immediately, gathering up the +dinner on his way. As he put his foot on +the lowest step of the rustic stair, Eveley’s +head thrust itself suddenly from between the +curtains. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span></p> +<p>“There is a proper adjustment,” she said, +in a stern voice. “Just keep your mind on +that. Painful duty is no duty, and can not +be. There is a right adjustment—and we +must find it.” +</p> +<p>Nolan continued warily up the rickety +stair, greeting her at the top cordially. +</p> +<p>“Hello, Eveley. My, the coffee smells good. +I am hungry as a bear, too. I saw you out +last night with that sad-eyed Buddy soldier, +and I do not approve of it. I shall deem it my +duty to administer a proper adjustment of his +facial characteristics if he doesn’t mind his +own business. The ice-cream will be here at +six-thirty sharp. How is Kitty? You have +flour on your ears. Shall I fix the tomatoes?” +</p> +<p>“I did not bring you here in a social capacity +to discuss personal matters,” said +Eveley coldly. “I told you yesterday that my +home is saddened by the grotesque figure of +maladjustment stalking in our midst under +his usual guise of Duty. As I have explained +so many times, there is bound to be a happy +adjustment. But this time I can not figure +it out. Now I call on you.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span></p> +<p>“Retainer’s fee, one hundreds dollars. Payable, +of course, in advance.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, well, it is not strictly legal. Let’s just +talk it over nicely as dear good friends, and +if you have an idea I can absorb it. Nolan, +Eileen said she saw you at lunch to-day with +a woman.” +</p> +<p>“Eileen? How is Eileen? I haven’t seen +her for days. Let’s have a party soon, and +invite Kitty and Eileen and Miriam and me, +and you give us a midnight supper here in +the Cote, will you?” +</p> +<p>“It was at the Grant.” +</p> +<p>“I did not see Eileen, but of course I was +busy. Was she alone? We had a nice luncheon—grilled +pork chops and country gravy. +The gravy was good—no lumps. It made me +think of yours.” +</p> +<p>“My gravy is not always lumpy,” she said +with a frown. “It just happened that way +the last two times because I was called to the +telephone while I was making it.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, sure, that’s all right.” +</p> +<p>He carefully adjusted her chair at the +table, and drew his own close beside it, pulling +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +his plate and silverware half-way around +the table from where Eveley had placed them. +</p> +<p>“You look sweeter than ever, to-night, +Eve. But I hope the gravy is not lumpy.” +</p> +<p>“She wore a black dress and white gloves, +and a black hat.” +</p> +<p>“Eileen did? Was it a new dress?” +</p> +<p>“No, the one with you.” +</p> +<p>“Sure enough, I believe she did. A +georgette dress, beaded in front. Quite +pretty. But there was a rip in her glove. +She showed it to me herself. She said she +did it on the car, but it looked like an old +rip to me.” +</p> +<p>“And after luncheon you went away in her +car, didn’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Her uncle’s car. Just for a short run +through the park, and then she dropped me +at the office. Quite a pleasant woman. She +was so polite to me, and treated me with such +gentle deference. It was quite a change. It +made me think of you.” +</p> +<p>Eveley put down her fork. “Who was it?” +</p> +<p>“Bartlett’s niece from San Francisco. Visiting +here. He had promised to take her for +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span> +luncheon, but at the last minute Graves came +in and they were busy, so he turned her over +to me.” +</p> +<p>“I do not see why you are always the one +to take their nieces and daughters out for +luncheon. This is the fourth time in two +months. I believe you do it on purpose. +Why should they always pick on you?” +</p> +<p>“Partly because of my beauty, perhaps, +and my charming manners as well as my +generally winsome demeanor in the presence +of ladies. I suppose Eileen also informed you +that this niece is Mrs. Harmon Delavan, and +has three children in addition to a husband.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Nolan, how you do burble along. I +didn’t bring you here to discuss Bartlett’s +relatives. Now get down to business. How +can we adjust the honeymooners and the +father-in-law—though honestly I think he is +great fun myself, and would a whole lot +rather live with him than with Dody. Only +he does not fit in with the honeymoon scheme +of life.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Nolan dreamily, “why don’t +you marry him, and bring him up here?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span></p> +<p>“Oh, Nolan, you are clever. I never +thought of that.” +</p> +<p>At the evident delight in her voice, Nolan +stared. +</p> +<p>“Not to me, goosey, he would never consent, +for I have a dimple and he does not approve +of them. So far I have kept it on the +off side, and he has not noticed, but I +couldn’t always turn the left side to a husband, +could I?” +</p> +<p>“Well, then—” +</p> +<p>“Marry him to somebody else, of course. +I can’t just decide who—but there will be +some one. You are such a help, Nolan. Now +let’s not bother with the duties of our neighbors, +but have a good time. To-morrow I +shall find him a wife.” Then she leaned toward +Nolan, refilling his cup, and said +gurglingly, “Was he working awfully hard +at the stupid old office?” +</p> +<p>“Eveley, just one thing, while we are on +our duties,” he said, catching her hand. +“You have made one exception, always, but +you have never told me what it is. And it is +so unlike you to except anything when you +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span> +get started. What is the one duty that is +justified and necessary?” +</p> +<p>Eveley promptly pulled her hand away. +“That,” she said, “is purely personal. It +will not do any one any good to talk about +it. So it is all sealed up on the inside.” +</p> +<p>“And I shall never know what your one +duty in life is?” he asked, with mock pleading, +but real curiosity. +</p> +<p>“It may hit you sometime—harder than +anybody else,” she said, laughing. “But in +the meantime let’s talk of other things.” +</p> +<p>As soon as Mr. Severs had started to work +the next morning, without the tender farewells, +for the presence of Father-in-law +placed an instinctive veto on such demonstrations—Eveley +kicked briskly on the floor as +a summons, and Mrs. Severs answered. +</p> +<p>“Eveley?” she called up to the ceiling. +</p> +<p>And Eveley shouted down to the floor of +her room, “Come up—I’ve got it.” +</p> +<p>At that Mrs. Severs fairly flew up the +stairs. +</p> +<p>Eveley caught her on the landing, and +whirled her around the room in a triumphant +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span> +dance, stopping at last so abruptly that Mrs. +Severs was almost precipitated to the floor. +</p> +<p>“Now listen. I’ve got it. The proper adjustment, +that will make you all happy and +prove my theory.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, yes, yes,” chanted Mrs. Severs ecstatically. +</p> +<p>“He must get married.” +</p> +<p>“But—” +</p> +<p>“Now don’t interrupt. Let me finish. Of +course he has no notion of such a thing, but +leave it to me. We shall marry him off before +he knows it. We must find the woman +first. Out at Chula Vista there are a lot of +beautiful elderly ladies in the Home who are +all alone and would be only too glad to have +a cozy home and a—a—pleasant husband +and—all that. So we’ll go out on Saturday +afternoon and look them over and pick out +a good one. Then I’ll invite her to visit me +for a week, and you and I will both be busy +so Father-in-law will have to entertain her, +and she’ll cut out old Whiskers in no time at +all.” +</p> +<p>Eveley flung out her hands jubilantly. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span></p> +<p>Mrs. Severs showed no enthusiasm. “That +is what I wanted to tell you. He can’t. He +is already married.” +</p> +<p>Eveley dropped into a chair. “Married!” +she stammered. “You told me Dody’s +mother was dead.” +</p> +<p>“She is, of course. But what I did not tell +you is this. Three years ago while Dody +was in France, father must have sort of lost +his mind or something, for without a minute’s +warning, he up and married somebody—a +woman, of course. When Dody got home +from the war she was not there, and when +he asked about her, father just sort of +laughed and looked sheepish, and said, ‘Oh, +she’s gone on a visit.’ ‘Where to?’ Dody +asked. ‘Oh, somewhere around,’ said father. +‘Is she coming back?’ asked Dody. ‘Holy +Mackinaw, I hope not,’ said father, and that +is the last we ever heard of her. But of +course he is still married.” +</p> +<p>It was a hard blow, but Eveley rallied at +last, though slowly. “Don’t worry,” she +said monotonously. “There is another adjustment. +Just keep happy—and give me +time.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='VIII_SHE_MEETS_A_DEMONSTRATOR' id='VIII_SHE_MEETS_A_DEMONSTRATOR'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h3>SHE MEETS A DEMONSTRATOR</h3> +</div> + +<p>“You’ve simply got to sneak off on +some pretext or another, and meet me +at the Doric agency at three o’clock for a +demonstration. They say it is perfectly wonderful—why, +it hardly takes a look of gas to +go a thousand miles, and its tires are literally +cast iron.” +</p> +<p>This was her summons by telephone. And +Nolan, determined not to desert trusting little +Eveley to the tender mercies of motor sharks, +went to the Middle Member, whose position +he confidently expected one day to possess, +and announced that important business of a +personal nature required his presence that +afternoon. And because Nolan never abused +privileges—or if he did was never detected in +the act—and because his firm was composed +of human beings and not the granite machines +common to fiction, Nolan encountered +no difficulty. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span></p> +<p>And Eveley went to her own employer, and +smiling seductively upon him, said vaguely +that some awfully important and unexpected +things had come up, and could she please get +off at three, if she would work particularly +hard in the meantime to make up? +</p> +<p>And because Eveley was very pretty, and +withal very businesslike, and pleasant about +trifles like working after hours and special +grinds and such things, and because her employer +was acutely conscious of her soft +voice and bright eyes, he smiled in return +and said: +</p> +<p>“Yes, indeed, Miss Ainsworth, I heard you +phoning about it. Go, by all means, but I do +not think you will like the Doric. The tires +are all right, but the cylinders are under +size, and this causes a constant friction with +the magneto which impairs the efficiency and +makes the car a poor climber and weak on +endurance runs.” +</p> +<p>That is probably not what he said at all, +but it is what Eveley understood him to say, +and from it she gathered that she might go +at three, but that there was something perfectly +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span> +terrible about the Doric that made it +impossible for her to buy it, but of course she +could not disappoint the salesman with the +deep blue eyes, and so she would have the +demonstration anyhow. +</p> +<p>From three o’clock on, the afternoon was +a perfect daze of magnetos and batteries and +gas feeders and real leather upholstery. But +Eveley interrupted once, to run into a drug-store +to the public telephone, to call Kitty, +and when she had her friend on the wire she +said eagerly: +</p> +<p>“Oh, Kit, we are trying out the Doric. It +is awfully good some ways, and rotten some +ways, and so of course I can’t buy it, but the +salesman has the most irresistible eyes you +ever saw in your life, and so I am wearing my +new blue veil, and I look a dream in it. Now +you scoot up to the Cote, will you, and have +supper ready for us at six—Nolan and me. +If Nolan were not along I might bring the +blue-eyed Doric man, but he is so overbearing +about those things—Nolan, I mean. Get a +nice juicy steak, he needs nourishment. I +think if I could feed him constantly for a +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span> +month and save him from the restaurants he +might develop enough animal magnetism to—anyhow, +he needs the steak, so get a good +one at Hardy’s and charge it to me. And +will you go by the cleaners, and get my motor +gloves—they said it would only be a quarter +for the cleaning, so don’t pay them a cent +more. Will you? That’s a nice girl.” +</p> +<p>At six o’clock, wearily, happily, still discoursing +earnestly of magnetos and batteries, +Eveley and Nolan climbed the rickety rustic +steps, brightening visibly as the odor of +broiling steak and frying potatoes was +wafted out to them. Nolan went in first, +carefully stepping out of the way before he +reached a hand to assist Eveley, for he knew +that she would fall headlong among the +cushions she kept conveniently placed for +that purpose. “It is easy enough getting in, +if you take your time,” she always said defensively +to criticizing friends. “But I am +usually in a hurry myself, so I keep the +cushions handy.” +</p> +<p>On this evening, being tired, she remained +on the floor where she had comfortably +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span> +landed, and lazily removed her hat and veil, +tossing them lightly into a distant corner. +</p> +<p>“If it wasn’t for the carburetor rubbing +on the spark plugs,” she said plaintively, “I’d +get the Doric in spite of everything. Did +you ever see such blue eyes in your life, +Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“The Mason is a better car in every way,” +he said flatly. “Strongly built, low hung, +smart-looking, and the engine perfect.” +</p> +<p>Eveley frowned. “Isn’t that like a man? +The Mason! I wish you could have seen him, +Kitty. Fifty years old if he was a day, and +bald, and two double chins. And talked +through his nose. And what do you suppose +he talked about? His wife—and how she +loves the Mason. What do I care what his +wife thinks about the Mason? I wouldn’t +have the Mason if he offered me one. I’ll +bet it is so easy riding that it fairly sprouts +double chins—on the drivers.” +</p> +<p>“You are buying a car, Eveley—not a +driver,” Nolan explained. +</p> +<p>“But the Doric is rather light in weight, +and very high in price. How I wish you +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +could have heard him tell about it, Kitty. +When he said carburetor it was just like +running up a scale of music. And his fingernails +were manicured as nicely as my own.” +</p> +<p>“Is dinner ready?” Nolan interrupted furiously. +“Come and eat. Great Scott! That +girl would buy a bum car and a costly one, because +the demonstrator has shined his nails.” +</p> +<p>“And, Kitty, he said if we could go to-morrow +evening at five-thirty he would take us +to La Jolla to show us how she climbs the +grades. She will go up on high.” +</p> +<p>“When did he say that?” interrupted +Nolan. “I can not go with you to-morrow +night. Don’t you remember I told you we +had a meeting—” +</p> +<p>“I know, dear. I am so sorry. But Kitty +will go with us, won’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Will I?” echoed Kitty ecstatically. “Won’t +I? Do you suppose they have another one, +with brown eyes, to go along to—to change +tires, or anything?” +</p> +<p>“I don’t know, but we can ask. He is going +to phone me at the office to-morrow to find +out where to call for us. He is very respectable. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span> +He goes to the Methodist Church, and +his uncle is a banker in Philadelphia.” +</p> +<p>“Pass the potatoes, for heaven’s sake,” +urged Nolan. “I feel sick.” And after a +while he went on, persuasively: “There is +no use to try that car out again, Eveley. It +is no good. Or if you insist on it put it off +until the next night, and I will go with you. +We’ll all three go. Make a foursome if you +like, with Kitty and the blue-eyed mutt.” +</p> +<p>“Kitty does not like blue eyes. And besides, +I am the one to be demonstrated to. +And besides,” she winked at Kitty drolly, +“I am sure he will be busy the rest of the +week. For when I mentioned that you had +an appointment to-morrow he said most +particularly that to-morrow was the only free +evening he had for weeks to come. And that +reminds me, Nolan, that your advice about +Father-in-law was no good. He is married +already, and it is your fault, getting me +buoyed up with hope, all to no purpose.” +</p> +<p>Nolan was properly regretful. +</p> +<p>“Do you think the old man likes to live +with them?” he asked. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span></p> +<p>“No, of course not. He hates it. He almost +shudders when I tell him how lovely +it is to have a son and daughter to live with. +But I suppose he thinks it is his duty to +stick, just as they think it is theirs to make +him stick. People are so absurd, aren’t +they?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, very,” he said soberly, his eyes intent +on Eveley’s hair curling so tenderly +about her ears. And he was really thinking +how very absurd it was that a rising young +lawyer should find it so tempting to touch +that bit of curl, and to kiss it. Very absurd +indeed! +</p> +<p>“Are you thinking of something?” she +asked hopefully, looking into his earnest +eyes. +</p> +<p>“Yes, indeed.” And he forced his eyes +away from the distracting curls. “Yes, indeed +I am.” +</p> +<p>“What is it?” she begged, leaning toward +him and slipping her fingers with childish +eagerness into his hand. +</p> +<p>“Why—just tempt him,” he stammered. +</p> +<p>“Tempt him, Nolan. ‘Holy Mackinaw,’ as +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_120' name='page_120'></a>120</span> +Father-in-law says, what do you mean, tempt +him?” +</p> +<p>In this predicament, Nolan was forced to +concentrate. Why in the world had he said, +“Tempt him?” The temptation of Eveley had +nothing whatever to do with father-in-laws +and the adjustment of duty. But Eveley expected +him to produce a tangible and reasonable +explanation. +</p> +<p>“Why, just tempt him, Eveley. You know +what temptation is, don’t you? Then do it.” +This was merely playing for time, seeking +for illumination. “Just—keep it always before +him, you know—how nice it would be +to get off alone and be independent.” Nolan +was a lawyer, and having forced a foothold, +he made it secure. “Tempt him with freedom, +talk to him about the joys of privacy, +unrestrained intercourse with his whiskered +crony, the delights of unlimited liver and +onions, a bed in the sitting-room, meals by +the kitchen fire, and a jar of tobacco on every +chair. See? Tempt him until he can’t stand +it.” +</p> +<p>Eveley looked at him appraisingly. “Nolan +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_121' name='page_121'></a>121</span> +Inglish, you are a whole lot cleverer than I +ever thought you were. That is real talent. +You have found the adjustment this time. I +feel it.” +</p> +<p>Nolan, intoxicated with the warmth of her +voice, the subtle flattery of word and tone, +rushed on. +</p> +<p>“Let’s find him a house, just a bit of a +shack with a little garden and a mangy dog, +and then razzle him with the vision of independence, +and show him the house.” +</p> +<p>Then Eveley stood up. “Will you help me +do this, Nolan? You get nicer every day of +your life.” +</p> +<p>And Nolan, except for the presence of +Kitty, would surely have said what he had +no earthly business to say to Eveley yet—until +circumstances and the Senior Member +made it justifiable. +</p> +<p>He sat glowering and grim at the Important +Meeting the next evening, when he +should have been gratified that his presence +was desired—for Maley wasn’t there, nor +Garland, nor Alverson. But in spite of the +Honor, and the Significance, Nolan’s mind +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_122' name='page_122'></a>122</span> +was wandering. He lost sight of the Truly +Greats, and saw only a cloudy picture of +Eveley, soft, sweet and dimply, sitting rapt +by the side of the Darned Blue Eyes. And +that night, at eleven o’clock, on his way to +his modest room, he suddenly started. Coming +demurely out of the Grant, he saw Eveley +and the blue-eyed one, and laughing beside +them, Kitty and some other equally reprehensible +being. Nolan could hardly believe +the evidence of his own eyes. +</p> +<p>He fumed openly while he allowed them a +decent interval for reaching home, and then +called Eveley by telephone. +</p> +<p>“Eveley, I thought I saw you and Kitty +coming out of the Grant with some men a +little while ago.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, did you?” Eveley’s voice was vibrant +with surprise. +</p> +<p>“Yes.” +</p> +<p>“Isn’t that funny?” she laughed a little, +softly. +</p> +<p>“Well, were you?” +</p> +<p>“Were we what?” +</p> +<p>“Were you there?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_123' name='page_123'></a>123</span></p> +<p>“Why, yes, of course. We stopped for a +sandwich. We missed our dinner. The engine +broke down on the Biological Grade, +and held us up for quite a while.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, it was perfectly all right. He found +out to-day that he had a friend who is a +life-long friend of Kitty’s and he brought him +along, and we were all nicely introduced and +everything was as proper as you please.” +</p> +<p>“Did you buy the car?” he asked witheringly. +</p> +<p>“Oh, no, he advised me, confidentially, not +to. He is going to change to the Bemis +agency to-morrow, and he thinks he will find +it much more satisfactory. Wasn’t it a lovely +night? Did you have a nice time with the +High and Mighties? Kitty is going to stay +all night with me, and we are just making +some hot chocolate. Won’t you come for a +cup?—Oh, just Kitty and I, and it is quite +early. Come along, and we’ll tell you all the +bad points about the Doric. But they say the +Bemis is a wonder.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='IX_ADMITTING_DEFEAT' id='IX_ADMITTING_DEFEAT'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_124' name='page_124'></a>124</span> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h3>ADMITTING DEFEAT</h3> +</div> + +<p>The first Saturday after the organization +of the Irish-American League brought a +blessed spring rain, especially heaven-sent on +her account, Eveley felt quite sure, for she +was greatly worn from coping with motor +salesmen and the father-in-law situation. +And this was a rain that not even boys could +stand, so she had a blissful afternoon alone, +purring and puttering about contentedly in +her Cloud Cote. +</p> +<p>But on the second Saturday, according to +agreement, the League met in the appointed +field for a game. This was Eveley’s first opportunity +to witness the development of +American principles in her chosen flotsam. +The meeting had been called for one-thirty, +and although Eveley arrived fifteen minutes +early she found the field occupied by fully +twenty youths of varying sizes, colors and +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_125' name='page_125'></a>125</span> +brogues. She gazed upon the motley array +in helpless horror. +</p> +<p>“Ern Swanson is going to be the captain,” +said John Hop, with his ingratiating Oriental +smile. “We just had an election and elected +him.” +</p> +<p>“But we already have a captain,” protested +Eveley, looking not without sympathy to the +corner where Ivan Kerensky nursed his humiliation. +</p> +<p>“We didn’t know Ern was coming in,” said +Alfredo Masseno, who had hurried up with +half a dozen others to greet her. “Ern, he +ought to be the captain. He’s awful rough; +and baseball, why, he eats baseball alive! And +he won’t come in unless he is the captain, +and if he don’t come with us he’ll join the +Red Dogs on National Avenue, and we want +him with us because we have challenged them +to a game and if they get Ern they’ll lick +us.” +</p> +<p>Then the newly elected captain sauntered +up, his good-natured face reflecting the glory +of his new command as well as his natural +Swedish temperament. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_126' name='page_126'></a>126</span></p> +<p>“He doesn’t look rough,” said Eveley critically. +</p> +<p>“No’m, not when things suits him, but you +ought to see him when he is mad. Golly! +Why, even the cops lets that kid alone.” +</p> +<p>“But it isn’t parliamentary—I mean, it +isn’t proper to have one election after another +like this. We chose one captain, and +we ought to stand by him.” +</p> +<p>“That wasn’t no quorum what elected him, +ma’m,” said Ern Swanson, smiling broadly. +“They was only eight in the club then, and +now we got twenty-three. That little bunch +o’ Greasers couldn’t represent us. No, ma’m. +We want regular Americans at the head of +this club, and so we had a regular election.” +</p> +<p>Eveley knew this was dead against American +principles, and she looked once more toward +the sulking ex-captain. Then she remembered +that he had won his own election +in her absence by plain coercion, and decided +to pass this one irregularity, but never +again. +</p> +<p>“Very well, then,” she said weakly, “have +it your own way this time. But there must +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_127' name='page_127'></a>127</span> +be no more elections until the right time. +Now, what are you going to do? Have a +practise game? Then suppose we let Ivan be +captain of the second team, anyhow, and you +can pick your men and have a good game.” +</p> +<p>This seemed a simple proposition to Eveley +in her innocence, but on a sudden, pandemonium +reigned. The whole crowd of boys +propelled itself violently into the air, and +there was a shrieking of voices and a tossing +of bats and gloves, and a seemingly endless +number of arms flying about. From out the +clamor Eveley could distinguish repeated +hoarse roars of “Pi-i-i-i-tcher,” “Pi-i-i-i-tcher,” +“Ca-a-a-a-a-atcher,” “Ca-a-a-a-atcher,” +and she retired to a remote spot to await the +proper moment for gathering up the remains. +Being a lady, she could make no sense +at all of the deadly uproar, and she was +quite thrilled and charmed when of a sudden +the tumult subsided, and she found that out +of that apparently aimless clamor, two teams +had been selected and the players assigned to +their various positions on the field. It was +black magic to her. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_128' name='page_128'></a>128</span></p> +<p>Eveley thought she knew baseball. She +knew what a “foul” was, and she knew what +happened when one passed four balls, and she +knew when one was out. And she had often +said fatuously that she loved baseball, because +she understood it. But she did not understand +it. She understood a mild respectable +game that was played by scholarly young +men in college. Baseball as played by the +wild creatures on that Saturday afternoon +was a sealed book to her. And she devoutly +hoped and prayed it would remain sealed. +She felt that death would be preferable to a +full working knowledge of what went on in +the Irish-American Club that afternoon. +</p> +<p>For an interval of perhaps three minutes +the thing progressed with some degree of +reason. Then issued a sudden roar from a +dozen throats, every one came tearing in +from his proper location on the field, and +there was a yelling, huddled group in the +center. Then Eveley crept timidly from the +corner where she was engaging in prayer for +the safety of herself and her club, and advanced +cautiously toward the swaying pile +of shrieking boys. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_129' name='page_129'></a>129</span></p> +<p>She placed soft entreating hands on the +outside layer, she even jumped up and +down and yelled “Boys,” at the top of her +healthy voice. But she was only an atom in +a world gone upside down. Presently, however, +and from no reason she could determine, +the mob disentangled itself into distinct entities, +the roar subsided into a few threatening +growls and murmurs, and Captain Swanson +hitched up his trousers and yelled “Play +ball” triumphantly. Then the game went on. +This identical thing occurred at intervals of +about eight minutes during the entire afternoon. +</p> +<p>Eveley hoped devoutly that she was by her +very presence helping to Americanize these +particular bits of flotsam and jetsam—she +trusted so. She was quite confident that so +much personal agonizing on her part ought +to be doing something to the wild beings. +But there was no apparent development. +</p> +<p>She stood her ground bravely until four +o’clock, and then, thanks to the merciful +Providence who protects the fools gone in +where angels would not dare, it seemed the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_130' name='page_130'></a>130</span> +whole club had to set about delivering papers. +But as there were important details to be +attended to, such details as arranging for a +permanent place to play, and providing protection +for the balls and bats bought from +Eveley’s inheritance, and paying dues, it was +decided to have a meeting in the Service Hall +that evening at seven. +</p> +<p>Eveley went home, and to bed. +</p> +<p>At six-thirty she got up, made a percolator +full of strong coffee and drank it all. +</p> +<p>Then she went to the Service Hall to meet +the Irish-American Bloodhounds, as she irreverently +called them in her inner heart. +</p> +<p>Eveley was out of her element, and she +knew it. +</p> +<p>She was bent on Americanization, but not +this kind. She would be glad to assist in the +development of quick and kind-eyed Angelo +at the office, or the courteous Jap in the tea +garden, but for a baseball club she had no +talent. She explained her needs and her deficiencies +to the manager of the Recreation +Center, and he finally agreed that the Bloodhounds +needed a young virile athlete as their +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_131' name='page_131'></a>131</span> +director. “And for his own sake,” said +Eveley almost tearfully, “he ought to be a +pugilist. I say this for his good. We +need all our assimilators and should not expose +them to sudden and violent death.” +</p> +<p>Then Eveley talked to the boys, and told +them how she had enjoyed and liked them, +but explained that being only a woman she +was terribly handicapped, and so would +leave them to the discretion of one yet to be +selected. She hoped they would remember +they were good Americans, that they stood +for honor and loyalty and right. Then she +thanked God she was free, took her coat and +hat and went out. +</p> +<p>“Why, Miss Ainsworth! Is it really you? +What in the world are you doing here?” +</p> +<p>Eveley, startled on the threshold of the +Service Club, looked up into the face of the +blue-eyed Bemis salesman. +</p> +<p>“Oh, Mr. Hiltze,” she said mysteriously. +“It is a deadly secret. You must never +breathe a word of it. But since you have +caught me in the act, I may as well confess. +I am an Americanizer.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_132' name='page_132'></a>132</span></p> +<p>“Great Scott!” +</p> +<p>“You know what that is, don’t you? Helping +to sort out and assimilate the flotsam +and jetsam of the foreign element, and imbue +it with sturdy American principles, and all +that.” +</p> +<p>Mr. Hiltze laughed. +</p> +<p>“Perhaps you do not understand the new +great movement of Americanization,” she +said with dignity. “It is the one immense +fine movement of the day. It is to effect the +amalgamation of all the riff-raff of humanity +into a new America.” Eveley did not mention +the quotation marks which circled her +words. +</p> +<p>“That is wonderful,” he said warmly. “It +is a great surprise and a great pleasure, to +find women of your type taking an interest +in this progressive movement.” +</p> +<p>Eveley leaned excitedly toward him. “Oh, +Mr. Hiltze, are you interested in it, too?” +</p> +<p>“None more so, though like yourself I feel +the best work is done silently and unobtrusively, +and I prefer not to be exploited from +the housetops.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_133' name='page_133'></a>133</span></p> +<p>“Oh, this gives me courage again—and I +had nearly lost it. Have you been working +to-night? Are you through for the evening?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, and if your labors have been as exhaustive +and soul-wracking as mine, perhaps +you can spare an hour for nourishment with +me at the Grant. Of all the jobs in the world! +Selling motors is a game beside it.” +</p> +<p>“We agree again. I think it was rather +foolish of me to tackle it in the beginning. +I haven’t brains enough. Those boys may be +flotsam and jetsam and all that, but they +know more about patriotism than I do. Why, +one little Italian, the cutest thing, with +dimples and curly hair, told me more about +country-love than I could have thought up +in a month. He says, isn’t it patriotic +for them to come here and pick up all the +good they can, and take it back to enrich +their own country? And when you come +right down to it, isn’t it? Anyhow, the little +Italians and Mexicans and Jews and I have +organized an Irish-American Baseball Team, +and I suppose we are amalgamating something +into something. I think they are +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_134' name='page_134'></a>134</span> +amalgamating me. I feel terribly amalgamated +right now.” +</p> +<p>“I am not in sympathy with the club idea,” +said Hiltze thoughtfully, as they turned down +Broadway toward the Grant. “It is such a +treat to find your kind of woman in this—I +mean, the womanly kind—I abhor the high-brow +women that are so full of forward movement +they can’t settle down to pal around +comfortably and be human.” +</p> +<p>Eveley, too, was kindling with the charm +of a common interest and enthusiasm. Nolan +took a very masculine stand on the subject. +He said bruskly that the growth of Americanization +must come from Americans. He +said you couldn’t cram American ideals into +the foreign-born until the home-born lived +them. And he said the way to “teach Americanization +was by being a darned good American +yourself inside and outside and all the +way through.” Which may have been good +sense, but was no help in the forward movement. +</p> +<p>So Eveley looked upon Mr. Hiltze with +great friendliness and sympathy, though she +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_135' name='page_135'></a>135</span> +did glance up at the National Building as +they went by, noticing the light in Nolan’s +window, wondering if he was working hard—and +if the work necessitated the presence +of the new, good-looking stenographer the +firm had lately acquired. +</p> +<p>“Now, my idea of Americanization,” Mr. +Hiltze was saying when she finally tore her +thoughts away from the National Building, +“is pure personal effort. You take a club, +and mix a lot of nationalities, and types, and +interests up together—they work upon one +another, and work upon you, and you get +nowhere. But take an individual. Get chummy +with him. Be with him. Study him. +Make him like you—interest him in your +work, and your sport, and your life—and +there you have an American pretty soon. +Club work is not definite, not decisive. It +is the personal touch that counts. You could +fritter away hours with a baseball club, and +end at last just where you began. But you +put the same time into definite personal contact +with one individual foreigner—a girl, of +course it would be in your case—it is young +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_136' name='page_136'></a>136</span> +men in mine. You take a girl—a foreigner—win +her confidence, then her interest, then +her love—and you’ve made an American. +That is the only Americanization that will +stick. Suppose in a whole year you have won +only one—still see what you have done. That +one will go out among her friends, her relatives, +she will marry and have children—and +your Americanization is sown and re-sown, +and goes on multiplying itself—yes, forever.” +</p> +<p>“You are right,” said Eveley. “And you +find me a girl, and I will do it.” +</p> +<p>“It is a bargain,” he said quickly, stopping +in the street to grasp her hand. “You are a +little thoroughbred, aren’t you? It may take +time, but as I go about among the young +men I work with—well, I am pretty sure to +find a girl among them.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='X_THE_ORIGINAL_FIXER' id='X_THE_ORIGINAL_FIXER'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_137' name='page_137'></a>137</span> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h3>THE ORIGINAL FIXER</h3> +</div> + +<p>“Oh, Nolan,” came Eveley’s voice over +the telephone, in its most wheedling +accent, “I am so sorry to spoil our little party +for to-night, but it is absolutely necessary +just this once. The most utterly absurd case +of painful duty you ever heard of. And although +you do not exactly approve of my +campaign, you would simply have to agree +with me this time. And—” +</p> +<p>“Well, since I can’t help it, I can stand it,” +he said patiently. “What is it this time? +Some silly woman finding it her duty to house +and home all straying and wounded cats, or +a young girl determined to devote her life to +the salvation of blue-eyed plumbers, or—” +</p> +<p>“It is a man,” she interrupted, rather +acidly. +</p> +<p>“Ah,” came in guarded accents. +</p> +<p>There was silence for a tune. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_138' name='page_138'></a>138</span></p> +<p>“A man,” he repeated encouragingly, +though not at all approvingly. +</p> +<p>“Yes. A long time ago he very carelessly +engaged himself to a giddy little butterfly in +Salt Lake City, and he doesn’t want to marry +her at all, but he feels it is his duty because +they have been engaged for so many years. +Isn’t it pitiful?” +</p> +<p>“But it is none of your business,” he began +sternly. +</p> +<p>“It is another engagement with the enemy +in my campaign,” she insisted. “Oh, just +think of it—the insult to love, the profanation +of the sacrament of marriage—the—the—the +insult to womanhood—” +</p> +<p>“You said insult before.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, but just think of it. I feel it is my +duty to save him.” +</p> +<p>“Where did you come across him?” +</p> +<p>“He is the new member of our firm. I told +you about him long ago. The good-looking +one. He has been with us six months, but I +am just getting acquainted with him. We +had luncheon together to-day, and he told +me about it. He doesn’t like social butterflies +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_139' name='page_139'></a>139</span> +at all, he likes clever, practical girls, +with high ideals, and—” +</p> +<p>“Like you, of course.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, of course. I explained my theory to +him, and he was perfectly enchanted with it. +But he could not quite grasp it all in those +few minutes—it is rather deep, you know—and +so he is coming up to dinner to-night to +make a thorough study of it. He feels it is +his one last hope, and if it fails him, he is +lost in the sea of a loveless marriage.” +</p> +<p>“I do not object to your fishing him out +of the loveless sea,” Nolan said plaintively. +“But I do object to his eating the steak you +promised me.” +</p> +<p>“Think of the cause,” she begged. “Think +of the glory of winning another duty-bound +soul to the boundless principles of freedom. +Think of—” +</p> +<p>“I can’t think of anything, Eveley,” he said +sadly, “except that good-looking fellow eating +my steak, cooked by the hands of my er—girl.” +</p> +<p>As a matter of fact, he took it very seriously. +For while he was still firmly wedded +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_140' name='page_140'></a>140</span> +to his ideal of fame and fortune, he was unceasingly +haunted by the fearful nightmare +of some interloper “beating his time,” as he +crudely but patently expressed it. +</p> +<p>He spent a long and dreary evening, followed +by other evenings equally long and +dreary, for the Good-Looking Young Member +found great difficulty in mastering the intricacies +of a Dutiless Life, and Eveley continued +his education with the greatest patience, +and some degree of pleasure. +</p> +<p>Her interest in the pursuit of motors did +not wane, however, and after trying every +known make of car, and investigating the +advance reports of all cars designed for manufacture +in the early future, she blithely invested +her fortune in a sturdy blue Rollsmobile, +and was immediately enraptured with +the sensation of absolute control of a throbbing +engine. +</p> +<p>She found it no trifling matter to attend to +her regular duties as private secretary, to +keep her Cloud Cote dainty and sweet as of +yore, to be out in her little blue car on every +possible occasion, and still not neglect the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_141' name='page_141'></a>141</span> +Good-Looking Member and the Father-in-law +in her campaign against duty. +</p> +<p>First of all, she invited the elder Mr. Severs +to dinner, and forestalled his refusal by saying: +“Please. I have a perfectly wonderful +calf’s liver, and I want you to cook it for +me. The odor that comes up from the +kitchen below is irresistible.” +</p> +<p>No father-in-law who loved calf’s liver and +a kitchen could withstand that invitation and +he found he had accepted before he knew it. +To his boundless delight, the dinner was as +though designed in Heaven, for his delectation. +Clam chowder, calves’ liver and sliced +onions, watermelon preserves, and home +made apple pie—made by Kitty, who had received +rigid orders to provide the richest and +juiciest confection possible, overflowing with +apples and spice. +</p> +<p>As they sat chummily together over a red +table-cloth, which Eveley had bought especially +for this occasion, she said thoughtfully: +</p> +<p>“I believe I am the only really happy person +in the world. Do you know why? It is +because I am free. I am not dependent on +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_142' name='page_142'></a>142</span> +the whims or fancies of any one. I eat what +I like, go where I like, sleep when I like. It +is the only life. I often think how remarkable +it is that you can be so happy living +down there with those honeymooners, doing +everything to please them, eating what they +like, going to bed when they get sleepy. It +is wonderfully unselfish of you—but I +couldn’t. I have to be free.” +</p> +<p>“You are a sensible girl,” he said thoughtfully. +“I never saw any one more sensible. +Don’t you ever get married. You stay like +you are. Holy Mackinaw! Don’t this liver +melt in your mouth?” +</p> +<p>“I do not really care for an apartment like +this,” Eveley went on. “I prefer a cottage, +off by itself, with a little garden, and a +few chickens in the back yard, just a tiny +shack in a eucalyptus grove, a couple of +rooms where I can eat in the kitchen and +sleep in the living-room.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, mama, it sounds like Heaven,” and +he rolled his eyes to the ceiling. +</p> +<p>“I am looking for a cottage now. If I find +exactly what I want, I may move. I should +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_143' name='page_143'></a>143</span> +think you would prefer something like that +yourself—a little rusty cot and a garden and +a dog, where you could smoke all over the +house, and have your friend come in for +pinochle every night. I do not see how you +can live as you do cooped up with a bride +and groom.” +</p> +<p>He sighed dolorously. +</p> +<p>“But I suppose some people like it. It +wouldn’t do for me. That is why I am looking +for a cottage. Do you drive a car?” +</p> +<p>“A Ford. I wanted to buy a Ford, but +daughter said no, they would not have a +Ford. They would wait till they could afford +an electric. She wouldn’t let me buy a Ford +for myself either. Said it looked too poor.” +</p> +<p>“Did you ever have one?” +</p> +<p>“Me? Sure I did. But I accidentally +drove off the road into the sand when I was +fishing once, and the tide was coming in and +it washed the car down. And when I got +back with another car to tow mine out, it was +gone. Some said the tide carried it out to +sea, and some said a thief stole it, but it was +gone, so it didn’t matter how it went.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_144' name='page_144'></a>144</span></p> +<p>Then Eveley was content to talk of other +things. +</p> +<p>The next day she called up from the office, +and asked to speak to Father-in-law. +</p> +<p>“I am going up to see a little cottage to-night,” +she said excitedly. “And my car is +in the garage for adjustment. I unfortunately +hit a curb and banged my fender. So I +have rented a Ford for an hour or so, and +want you to come along and drive it for me. +Will you? Good! I will be there at five +o’clock.” +</p> +<p>“She is a sensible girl,” he said to his son’s +wife as he hung up the receiver. “A nice +sensible girl. She ought to help you a good +lot.” +</p> +<p>Mrs. Severs only sniffed. She knew this +was the working out of Eveley’s plot, though +Eveley had not confided in her, knowing instinctively +that the bride would tell the +groom, and that the groom would be sure to +stop it. So Mrs. Severs saw her father-in-law +clamber into the little car at five +o’clock, with something like hope in her +breast. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_145' name='page_145'></a>145</span></p> +<p>For a time, he was intensely absorbed in +the manipulation of the gears, and the +brakes, his lower lip clutched tightly between +his teeth, breathing in full short gusts like +a war horse champing for battle. But when +at last they were fully started and running +with reasonable smoothness, he said: +</p> +<p>“Who says this isn’t a car? You talk to +daughter about it, will you? You explain to +her that this is a regular car like anything +else.” +</p> +<p>“Some people are so funny, aren’t they? +How well you drive it! It is lots of sport, +isn’t it? I should think it would be fine for +you to have a car to run around in. Then +you and your friend could go to Ocean Beach, +and fish, and up to the mountains and shoot, +and have a wonderful time.” +</p> +<p>“I hadn’t thought of that. I—you talk to +daughter, will you? Tell her she won’t have +to ride in it.” +</p> +<p>“Turn to the right here,” said Eveley suddenly. +“The cottage is the cunningest thing +you ever saw, just two rooms, high on the +hill overlooking the bay. I am so tired of +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_146' name='page_146'></a>146</span> +being cooped up in a house with a whole +crowd. I want to be absolutely free to do as +I please.” +</p> +<p>He sighed heavily again. “It is the only +life. The only way to live. But shucks, +folks can’t always have what they want.” +</p> +<p>“There it is, that little white house, third +from the corner,” she said, pointing eagerly, +as he drew up the car to a spasmodic halt. +</p> +<p>He looked critically at the small lawn and +the tiny cottage. “Those rose-bushes need +trimming,” he said, frowning. “There’s a +loose corner on the porch, too. Bet that grass +hasn’t been watered for three weeks. Why +folks don’t keep up their property is more +than I can see.” +</p> +<p>“Look at the view,” said Eveley suddenly. +“See the ships out in the bay, and the aeroplanes +over North Island. Isn’t it beautiful? +If we had field-glasses we could see the people +walking around in Tent City, and the lemon +in the tea on the veranda at Coronado.” +</p> +<p>“I’ve got field-glasses at home,” he said +wistfully. “In my suit-case. But I didn’t +unpack. Daughter does not like a lot of trash +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_147' name='page_147'></a>147</span> +around the house. I’ll bet we could see the +gobs on that battle-ship if we had the +glasses.” He turned again to the yard. “It’ll +take a lot of work keeping up this place. And +you busy every day wouldn’t have much time +for it. I reckon you’d be afraid alone nights, +too. An apartment is better for a woman by +herself.” +</p> +<p>“But the freedom—” +</p> +<p>“Women hadn’t ought to have too much +freedom. It spoils ’em. This is the born +place for a man—and a dog—and field-glasses—and +a Ford.” +</p> +<p>“Let’s go inside and look it over,” said +Eveley. “Did you ever see such a place for +chickens? Nice clean little coops all ready +for them. Wouldn’t it be a paradise for half +a dozen hens?” +</p> +<p>“It’s a lot of work raising chickens,” said +the old man. “It’s a job for a man, really. +You wouldn’t like it.” Then, thoughtfully: +“Half a day’s work would make that place fit +for the king’s pullets.” +</p> +<p>“And look at the cunning little garden,” +urged Eveley. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_148' name='page_148'></a>148</span></p> +<p>“Needs hoeing. All run over with weeds. +Whole place going to rack and ruin. Needs +a man around here, anybody can see that.” +</p> +<p>“Come in, come in,” cried Eveley, unlocking +the kitchen door. “See the little gas stove, +and the tiny table—and the cooler. Isn’t it +fun? Couldn’t you have the time of your +life here, reveling in liver and cabbage and +pinochle? Wouldn’t your friend be crazy +about it?” +</p> +<p>The old man squirmed restlessly, and +passed into the next room. Eveley dropped +down on the side of the bed, and set the +springs bounding. +</p> +<p>“It is a good bed. That table seems made +for pinochle, doesn’t it? I can just see this +place, with you and your friend, the room +thick with smoke—and no one to say, ‘Oh, +father, it’s terribly late.’” Eveley put up a +very fair imitation of Mrs. Severs’ ripply, +bridal voice. +</p> +<p>“A phonograph—there ought to be a phonograph, +to play <i>Bonnie Sweet Bessie</i>, and +<i>Nelly Gray</i>.” +</p> +<p>“Just the thing. A phonograph. That is +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_149' name='page_149'></a>149</span> +the one thing lacking. I knew there was +something needed.” +</p> +<p>Father-in-law was quiet after that. He +walked about slowly, peering into every nook +and corner. But finally he went out to the +car, and climbed in. Eveley followed silently. +He started the car with a bang and a tug, +and drove home swiftly, speaking not one +word on the way. But Eveley was content. +</p> +<p>Quite late that evening he came up the +rustic stairs and knocked on her window. +</p> +<p>“Say, Miss Ainsworth,” he asked anxiously, +“did you decide to take that cottage and +live alone? Pretty risky business, I’m afraid. +And it’s a sight of work keeping up a garden +like that—and chickens are a dickens of a lot +of trouble.” +</p> +<p>“I am afraid so,” said Eveley wistfully. +“I believe your advice is good. It is a darling +little place, but I suspect I’d better give up +the idea entirely.” +</p> +<p>“That’s right. You’re a sensible girl. Very +sensible.” +</p> +<p>And he turned abruptly and went creaking +down the stairs once more. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_150' name='page_150'></a>150</span></p> +<p>The next evening as she swung her car up +to the curb, Eveley found him waiting. +</p> +<p>“I’m afraid I’ll have to give it up,” he said, +and added apologetically, “I thought since +you didn’t want it, I might take it myself. +But if I went away they’d think I was dissatisfied, +and maybe they hadn’t been good +to me or something. I wouldn’t like to hurt +their feelings.” +</p> +<p>“Can’t you pretend you hate to leave, +but you feel it is your duty?” Eveley +almost choked on the word, but she knew it +would be only folly to explain her advanced +ideas to this kindly conscientious soul. “You +tell them that you think it is your solemn +duty to go and leave them alone, and that +you can’t be happy unless you are doing +your duty. Tell them that honeymooners +need to be alone.” +</p> +<p>“That’s a good idea. I’ll try it on them +right away.” +</p> +<p>When he timidly, then enthusiastically +pressed his case, Mrs. Severs, seeing in his +sudden determination to do his duty the +happy fruition of Eveley’s plan, voiced only +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_151' name='page_151'></a>151</span> +a few polite words of mild protest, but her +husband was flat-footed and vociferous in his +objections. +</p> +<p>“Just cut out the nonsense, dad, and behave +yourself. It is your duty to stay here +where you belong, and you can stick +around and get used to it. You can’t go off +by yourself, and that settles it.” +</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t be lonesome,” said his father +meekly. “I could get along. And I could +come and visit you. I think—maybe—I’d +like it pretty good.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I’m on to you, dad. You just say +that because you think it would be better for +us. Why, you’d be lonely as the deuce.” +And he went off into the other room and +considered the subject closed. +</p> +<p>Late that night, Mrs. Severs ran up the +stairs. +</p> +<p>“Eveley, he really asked to go, but Dody +wouldn’t hear of it. And I do feel ashamed +of myself. We can’t turn the poor old fellow +out. It would not be right. Just let it go, +and I’ll try to get used to it. He really is a +dear old thing.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_152' name='page_152'></a>152</span></p> +<p>“Listen here, Mrs. Severs, do you mean +that you are selfish enough to keep that poor +old man here with you spooners when he +really wants to be off alone where he can fish +and cook and roam around to his heart’s content? +Can’t you see it is your plain duty to +make him go where he can live his own life? +I—I am surprised at you.” +</p> +<p>“Oh! You think—you mean—maybe he +would be happier?” +</p> +<p>“Why, of course he would. And it is your +duty to deny yourselves in order to make +him happy.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I see.” Mrs. Severs was quite radiant. +“Talk to Dody about it, will you? He +wants to do his duty, but he sees it the other +way round.” +</p> +<p>“Leave him to me.” +</p> +<p>Some time later, Father-in-law himself +crept softly up the stairway and tapped on +the window. +</p> +<p>“Hist,” he whispered. “It’s no good. Andy +won’t hear of it. Can’t you think of something?” +</p> +<p>“Leave him to me,” she said again. “I +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_153' name='page_153'></a>153</span> +am the original little fixer, and I’ll attend to +Andrew Dody.” +</p> +<p>The next morning, quite willing to sacrifice +her last nap in her desire to crush all duty, +she started for work half an hour earlier than +usual, and invited Mr. Severs to ride down-town +with her. And as they started off, +Father and Daughter-in-law from separate +windows of the house watched their departure, +and prayed that success might crown +her efforts. +</p> +<p>“I want to talk to you confidentially, Mr. +Severs,” she said softly. “I—I think you +misunderstand some things. I have been +with your father such a lot, and I have discovered +that he really wants to live alone. +He likes to be free to do things when he +likes, and how.” +</p> +<p>“He can do that in our home, Miss Ainsworth,” +Andy said stiffly. +</p> +<p>“Of course he can, but he thinks he can’t. +He wants to do as Mrs. Severs likes. He is +only pretending it is his duty to go, because +he thought it would hurt your feelings if <i>you</i> +knew he wanted to leave you. He is just +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_154' name='page_154'></a>154</span> +crazy about both of you, but he is so used to +doing every little thing in his own sweet +way. It almost seems your duty fairly to +make him go, because he would be happier.” +</p> +<p>“I am not one to shirk my duty, Miss Ainsworth. +I will sacrifice anything for my +father.” +</p> +<p>“Of course it will be lonely for you when +he goes, but think how happy he will be +following his every desire. I should think +you would fairly force him to be selfish +enough to leave you.” +</p> +<p>“You may be right. He does not care for +our way of living, I know, and he does like +messing around. And then, too, it upsets +our plans a lot having him there, but whatever +is right for dad, is right for us.” +</p> +<p>“Then he must certainly have the little +shack we saw the other day—he adored it. +You just tell him how lonely you will be, and +how you will miss him, Mr. Severs, and then +make him take the little cottage.” +</p> +<p>Talking it over afterward with Nolan, +Eveley admitted regretfully that she could +hardly call this a victory—because Father-in-law +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_155' name='page_155'></a>155</span> +only moved to do his duty, and the children +only allowed him to go for the sake of +doing theirs—but since everything worked +out right, she was satisfied, though she alone +knew that happiness came to the three because +each one followed his own desire to the +exclusion of other considerations. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XI_THE_GERM_OF_DUTY' id='XI_THE_GERM_OF_DUTY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_156' name='page_156'></a>156</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h3>THE GERM OF DUTY</h3> +</div> + +<p>The case of the Good-Looking Member +strained Nolan’s patience almost to the +breaking point, but after many days of fruitless +chafing, his forbearance was rewarded. +</p> +<p>Eveley invited him to dinner. +</p> +<p>“Have you rescued the good-looking one +from the loveless sea?” he asked sarcastically. +</p> +<p>“I have sown the good seed,” she said +amiably. +</p> +<p>“I never heard of sowing seeds in a loveless +sea,” he sneered. +</p> +<p>“I have thought up a wonderful scheme. +But you will have to help me out. I always +fall back on you in an emergency, don’t I?” +Eveley’s voice was sweetest honey. “So you +must come to dinner.” +</p> +<p>“Is the Handsome Member to be among +those present?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Nolan, this is our party—to talk +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_157' name='page_157'></a>157</span> +things over all by ourselves. It seems such +ages since I saw you, and I’ve been so lonesome.” +</p> +<p>Nolan was fully aware that this was fabrication, +but being totally male, he found himself +unable to resist. +</p> +<p>“You do not know what lonesomeness is, +Eveley. I nearly died. I almost wished +I would die. I shall come early, and please +wear the blue dress, and be good to me.” +</p> +<p>That evening, after a long and satisfying +preamble, they sat before her tiny grate with +their coffee, and she broached the wonderful +plan. +</p> +<p>“He is the most utterly married-to-duty +thing you ever saw. He says he can not in +common decency refuse to marry a girl who +has been engaged to him for five years. He +hasn’t even seen her for three, and isn’t a bit +interested in her. Why, they only write +once a month, or so. That’s no love-affair, +anybody can see that. But he won’t ask her +to let him off, and so we have thought up the +most scientific scheme to work it. He is inviting +her to come here for a visit, and she +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_158' name='page_158'></a>158</span> +is to stay with me. She hates sensible businesslike +men, and she adores scatter-brain, +fussy ones. So when she comes, he is going +to be as poky as duty itself, and wear old +grimy clothes, and work day and night, and +you are going to don your sunshine apparel +and blossom out like a rose, and beau her +around in great style. Result, she will fire +him, hoping to ensnare you—but don’t you +make any mistake and get yourself ensnared +for keeps, will you?” +</p> +<p>“He is going to work evenings, is he?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, day times and night times and all +times.” +</p> +<p>“And I am to cavalier the lady?” +</p> +<p>“Not the lady,” she denied indignantly. +“Both of us. You shan’t go out with her +alone. She is a terrible flirt, and very pretty. +Where you and she goeth, I shall goeth also.” +</p> +<p>“Well, I can stand it. But what is to become +of my own future? Why should I +neglect my legal interests to beau another +fellow’s sweetheart about the town?” +</p> +<p>“Because you always help me out of a +tight place,” she said wheedlingly. “And because +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_159' name='page_159'></a>159</span> +you do not approve of my campaign. +But if you are nice and help me this time, I +think I can everlastingly prove that I am +right.” +</p> +<p>“If I do the work, seems to me I do the +proving.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, but it is my theory, so I get the +credit. Of course you must be very gay and +make quite a fuss over Miss Weldon, but +don’t you carry it too far, or you’ll be in +bad with me.” +</p> +<p>Anything that meant the eclipse of the +Handsome Member could not be other than +satisfactory to Nolan. He agreed with a +great deal of enthusiasm, only stipulating +that all evenings previous to the arrival of +the pretty fiancée should be devoted to private +rehearsal of his part under the personal +direction of the Dutiless Theorist. +</p> +<p>So it was Nolan and Eveley who met Miss +Weldon at the station upon her arrival. They +stood together beside the white columns, +searching the faces of the passengers as they +alighted. When a slender, fair-haired girl +swung lightly down, they hurried to greet her. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_160' name='page_160'></a>160</span></p> +<p>“Miss Weldon?” asked Eveley, with her +friendly smile. “I am Eveley Ainsworth, and +this is my friend, Mr. Inglish. Mr. Baldwin +could not get away to-night—’way up to his +ears in work. But he is coming up to see you +later this evening.” +</p> +<p>If Miss Weldon was disappointed she gave +no sign. Instead she turned to Nolan with +frankly approving eyes, remarking his tall +slim build, his thin clever face, his bright +keen eyes. +</p> +<p>“Are you so devoted to business, Mr. +Inglish?” she asked, as she opened her small +bag and took out a solitaire, which she placed +on the third finger of her left hand. At the +smiles in the eyes of Eveley and Nolan, she +only laughed. “Why flaunt your badge of +servitude? But don’t tell Timmy, will you?” +</p> +<p>She was indeed very pretty, with warm +shining eyes, and a quick pleasant voice. She +was full of a bright wit, too, and the drive +to Eveley’s Cote in the Clouds was only +marred for Eveley by the fact that she, being +driver, had to sit in front alone. +</p> +<p>“We shall not do much cavaliering in the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_161' name='page_161'></a>161</span> +car,” she thought grimly. “Not when there +are only three of us. We’ll walk—three +abreast.” +</p> +<p>Miss Weldon was enchanted with the rustic +steps, but a little fearful of them as well, and +appropriated Nolan as her personal bodyguard +and support. She squealed prettily at +every creak and rumble. +</p> +<p>“I shall never try these steps alone, Mr. +Inglish,” she said, clinging to his not-unwilling +hand. “I shall always wait for you.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll roll her down, if she begins that,” +thought Eveley. +</p> +<p>But in spite of her disapproval, even to her +there was something very attractive in the +pretty girlish merriment and interest of her +young guest. +</p> +<p>“I do not see why Nolan had to squeeze in +on this,” she said to herself most unfairly. +</p> +<p>Miss Weldon was charmed with the dainty +apartment, and loved the cunning electric fixtures +in the tiny dining-room. She tucked +an apron under her belt, and appointed Nolan +her assistant in making toast, while Eveley +finished the light details of serving dinner. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_162' name='page_162'></a>162</span></p> +<p>“It certainly is a silly business all the way +around,” Eveley decided. +</p> +<p>After their coffee, and after Nolan had +finished his second cigar, Miss Weldon said, +“Now since Miss Ainsworth got dinner, we +must do the dishes. I shall wash, and you +must dry them, Mr. Inglish, and be sure you +make them shine, for I am very fussy about +my dishes.” +</p> +<p>And Eveley had to sit down in a big chair +and rest, though she did not feel like sitting +down and hated resting—and look quietly on +while Miss Weldon fished each separate dish +from the hot suds and held it out playfully +for Nolan to wipe. It made a long and laborious +task of the dish washing for Eveley, +and she was quite worn out at its conclusion. +</p> +<p>“Funny that some people can’t do their +plain duty without getting the whole neighborhood +mixed up in it,” she thought resentfully. +</p> +<p>At nine o’clock, came Timothy Baldwin. +Miss Weldon met him at the window, +looked at him, half curiously, half fearfully, +and after lifting her lips for a fleeting kiss, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_163' name='page_163'></a>163</span> +backed quickly away from him into a remote +corner. +</p> +<p>Then Nolan, according to prearranged plan, +suggested that he and Eveley run down and +put the car in the garage. “And if there is a +moon, we may go for a joy-ride, so don’t +expect us back too soon.” +</p> +<p>And as they rode he spoke so unconcernedly +of Sally’s smiles and curls and pretty +hands, that Eveley was restored to her original +enthusiasm for the campaign. +</p> +<p>“Won’t she be wild?” she chuckled, snuggling +close against Nolan’s side, but never +forgetting that she was mistress of the +wheel. “Tim is going to talk business all the +time, and at ten-thirty he is going to say he +must hurry home to rest up for a hard day’s +work to-morrow. We are not to get in until +eleven, so she will be utterly bored to distraction. +Isn’t it fun?” +</p> +<p>They drove slowly, happily around the +park, over the bridge and under the bridge, +around the eucalyptus knoll above the lights +on the bay, and then went down-town for ice-cream. +At exactly eleven o’clock, Nolan took +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_164' name='page_164'></a>164</span> +her hands as she stood on the bottom step of +the rustic stair. +</p> +<p>“I can’t say it is your duty to—be good +to me—but I hope it will make you happy. +And by the rules of your own game, I have +a right selfishly to insist on your being always +sweet and wonderful to me, and to me +alone.” +</p> +<p>“Just what do you mean by that, Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“Nothing, of course, but can’t you use your +imagination?” +</p> +<p>“No, I can’t. That is for brides and +fiancées, not for unattached working girls +like me.” +</p> +<p>Then she ran on up the stairs, and Nolan +went home. +</p> +<p>True to arrangement, Tim had gone at +ten-thirty, and Miss Weldon in a soft negligee +was sitting alone pensively, before the fire. +</p> +<p>“Tim has changed,” she said briefly. “I +think he has more sense, but a little less—er—warmth, +I might say.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think so? He works very hard. +He is fearfully ambitious and they think +everything of him at the office.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_165' name='page_165'></a>165</span></p> +<p>“Yes? Then he must certainly have +changed. He was not keen on business at +Salt Lake. He lost three jobs in eight weeks. +That is why he came west. And his father +has financed half a dozen ventures for him. +But perhaps he has settled down, and will do +all right. I love your little apartment, and it +is dear to call it a Cloud Cote, and Mr. Nolan +is perfectly charming. Timmy asked us to +meet him at Rudder’s for luncheon, you and +me and your Mr. Nolan, also.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, that is nice,” said Eveley. “I’ll come +up for you in the car a few minutes earlier. +You won’t mind being alone most of the day, +will you? I work, you know.” +</p> +<p>“No, I rather like being alone. I sew some, +and I shall read, and there are letters to +write. I do not mind being alone.” +</p> +<p>Eveley found her really very agreeable, +quite pleasant to entertain. And after all +Nolan had only done as she requested, and +there was nothing personal in it. It was lots +of fun, but it must stop before Miss Weldon +had time to grow really fond of Nolan, for of +course she could not have him under any +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_166' name='page_166'></a>166</span> +circumstances. Eveley absolutely disbelieved +in any form of duty, still she would not feel +justified in carrying her animosity to the +point of wilfully breaking innocent hearts. +</p> +<p>At twelve-thirty the next day, Eveley and +Miss Weldon entered the small waiting-room +of Rudder’s café. Nolan was already there. +They waited fifteen minutes for Timothy, and +then a messenger came down to them with a +note. Mr. Baldwin was so sorry, but business +was urgent, and they must go right ahead +and have luncheon without him. He would +telephone them later in the evening if he +could come up. +</p> +<p>Sally Weldon pursed her lips a little, but +she smiled at Nolan. “Can you beau us both, +Mr. Inglish? We think we are mighty lucky +to have half a beau a piece on working days. +Are you the only man in this whole town +who does not work like a slave?” +</p> +<p>So they found a pleasant table in the café, +and dawdled long over their luncheon, laughing +and chatting. Then they took Nolan back +to his office, and Eveley and Sally went for a +drive on the beach to La Jolla. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_167' name='page_167'></a>167</span></p> +<p>“But don’t you have to work?” asked Sally, +observing that it was long after two when +they finally turned back toward the office. +</p> +<p>Eveley shrugged her shoulders prettily. +</p> +<p>“Oh, nobody works much but Mr. Baldwin,” +she said. “He does the grinding for +the whole force.” +</p> +<p>Miss Weldon frowned a little, but said +nothing. +</p> +<p>That evening she had the dinner nicely +started when Eveley reached home, and +Eveley was loud in praise of her guest’s skill +and cleverness. +</p> +<p>“It is just lovely, but you must not work. +You are company.” +</p> +<p>“I rather like to cook. I took a long course +in it four years ago when Timmy and I were +first engaged, and I have done all the housekeeping +at home since then. Daddy pays me +double the salary we used to pay the cook, +and I provide better meals and more cheaply +than she did. Daddy says so himself.” +</p> +<p>“Why, Sally,” cried Eveley warmly, “I +think that is wonderful. I am surprised. I +thought—I supposed—” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_168' name='page_168'></a>168</span></p> +<p>“Oh, I know what you thought,” laughed +Sally brightly. “Everybody thinks so, and +it is true. I am very gay and frivolous. I +love to dance and sing and play. And I abhor +solemn ugly grimy things, and I think the +only Christian duty in the world is being +happy.” +</p> +<p>Eveley flushed at that, and turned quickly +away. +</p> +<p>Later Nolan joined them for dinner, and +the little party was waxing very gay long +before Tim called. Then it was only to say +that he would be working late, but was sending +them tickets for the theater and would +join them afterward for supper at the Grant. +</p> +<p>“Does he always work as hard as this?” +asked Sally, looking steadily into Eveley’s +face. +</p> +<p>“He always works pretty hard,” said +Eveley truthfully, “but he does seem busier +than usual right now.” +</p> +<p>Miss Weldon only laughed, and they talked +of other things. Nolan went down with them +in the car, Eveley driving alone in front, but +somehow she felt her pretty guest to be less +of a menace since she was guilty of sensible +things like cooking and sewing. +</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-168.jpg' alt='' title='' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='text-align:center;'> +“Just what do you mean by that?” +<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a id='page_169' name='page_169'></a>169</span></div> +<p>Eveley did not explain that Timothy had +felt inclined to join them for dinner and the +show that night after disappointing them at +luncheon, but she had been firm with him. +</p> +<p>“Not to-day,” she insisted. “You can only +have one hour with us to-night. To-morrow +you can join us for luncheon and a short +drive afterward, if you will fix it so I can get +off.” +</p> +<p>He was at the Grant waiting when they +arrived, and rather impatient. +</p> +<p>“Did you have a pleasant time?” he asked, +looking into Sally’s bright face. +</p> +<p>“Lovely. And did you hurry terribly to +meet us? We don’t want to interfere with +your work, or bother you.” +</p> +<p>He searched her face for signs of guile, but +her eyes were unclouded, and her manner indicated +only a friendly concern for his interests. +</p> +<p>It was a very happy party that night. +Both girls were merry, and Nolan was really +more solicitously attentive to Sally than was +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_170' name='page_170'></a>170</span> +quite necessary even in the interests of a +campaign directed against her. When at a +late hour, they trooped out to the car, it +was he who helped her carefully into the +machine, though, with seeming reluctance, he +permitted Timothy to sit with her while he +joined Eveley in the front seat. +</p> +<p>“Timmy is good-looking, don’t you think?” +Sally asked that night, as they were preparing +for bed. +</p> +<p>“Yes, if he did not work so hard. Young +men should not kill themselves with labor.” +</p> +<p>“Your Nolan is handsomer, perhaps,” said +Sally pleasantly. +</p> +<p>The next day Timothy did meet them for +luncheon, after keeping them waiting for +twenty minutes, and later they went for a +fast ride out Point Loma. But that night he +did not see them at all, though he told Eveley +he thought she was rather rubbing it in, +cheating him out of so many pleasant parties +and good times. +</p> +<p>“I may not want to marry her, but it is +good sport chasing around,” he protested. +</p> +<p>But Eveley was very stern. He had put +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_171' name='page_171'></a>171</span> +himself in her hands, and he must obey without +argument, and that settled it. And when +he suggested that it would look better if +he and Sally had one party by themselves +without Nolan tagging at their heels, she +frowned it down. +</p> +<p>“One private party can spoil a whole week +of hard work,” she decreed. +</p> +<p>So the week passed. Once even Eveley pretended +business, and Sally and Nolan had +luncheon together, and a drive later in Eveley’s +car. But Timothy put a stop to that. +</p> +<p>“She is my fiancée. And I may have to +marry her after all. And if I do, hanged if +I want everybody in town thinking she was +Nolan’s sweetheart to begin with.” +</p> +<p>So Eveley waived that part of her plan, and +the parties were always of three, and sometimes, +but infrequently, of four. That Sally +accepted their arrangements so easily, and +took so much pleasure in their entertainment, +argued well. One night she said: +</p> +<p>“Of course, men have to work, but I +shouldn’t like my husband to dig away like +a servant, should you, Eveley?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_172' name='page_172'></a>172</span></p> +<p>And Eveley felt the time was ripe. The +next day she told Timothy he might take +Sally out alone in the car for a drive, and ask +her if they should not be married right away. +Eveley was willing to wager that she would +reject him. Timothy consented with alacrity, +seeming to feel the burden of his semi-attached +state. +</p> +<p>That evening at six-thirty, when Nolan +came up for dinner, Eveley met him on the +roof garden over the sun parlor. +</p> +<p>“Nolan, something has happened. They +went at two o’clock, and they aren’t home yet. +What do you suppose is the matter? Maybe +they had an accident. Maybe she got mad +and wouldn’t ride home with him. He +wouldn’t put her out, would he? Shall we +notify the police?” +</p> +<p>“I should say not. Don’t worry. Let’s +have our dinner. They can eat the leavings +when they come. He has probably learned, +as other and wiser men have learned, that a +pretty and pleasant girl is not half bad company. +I’ll bet he is having the time of his +life. My, it is nice to have you alone again. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_173' name='page_173'></a>173</span> +She is very sweet, and it’s been lots of fun, +but after all I am used to you, and this is +nicer.” +</p> +<p>Nolan’s prediction proved far from wrong. +At ten-thirty, a messenger boy shouted up +from below, and Nolan ran down. When he +came back he carried a small yellow slip addressed +to Eveley, which he promptly opened. +And as she peered over his shoulder, they +read it aloud, together, in solemn chorus. +</p> +<div class='blockquot'> +<p>“Three cheers and a tiger. She has accepted +me, and we were married at Oceanside +this afternoon. On our way to Yosemite +for honeymoon. I am the happiest man on +earth. Tell Nolan to go to the dickens. Love +from Sally and Timothy Baldwin.” +</p> +</div> +<p>Nolan lit a cigar and blew reflective rings +into the air. “When a man is bitten with the +germ of duty,” he began somberly. +</p> +<p>For a moment Eveley was crushed. Then +she rallied. “Just as I told you, Nolan. As +long as it was a painful duty, marriage between +them was impossible, and would have +wrecked both their lives. But our campaign +brought about the proper adjustment and +tuned them to love again. So it was not duty, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_174' name='page_174'></a>174</span> +but love, and marriage is a joy. Now I hope +you are convinced that I am right, and won’t +argue with me any more. And if I ever had +any doubts about that one exception I make +in regard to duty, they are all gone now. I +am dead sure of my one exception.” +</p> +<p>But when Nolan pressed her for an explanation, +she begged him to smoke again, and +let her think. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XII_THE_REVOLT_OF_THE_SEVENTH_STEP' id='XII_THE_REVOLT_OF_THE_SEVENTH_STEP'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_175' name='page_175'></a>175</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h3>THE REVOLT OF THE SEVENTH STEP</h3> +</div> + +<p>The sharp tap on Eveley’s window was +followed by an impatient brushing aside +of the curtains, and Miriam Landis swung +gracefully over the sill in a cloud of chiffon +and silk. +</p> +<p>“Lem is waiting in the car,” she began +quickly, “but I came up to show you my new +gown. Are you nearly ready? Lem is so +impatient, you know.” Fumbling with the +fasteners of her wide cape she drew it back +and revealed a bewilderingly beautiful creation +beneath. +</p> +<p>Eveley went into instant and honest raptures. +</p> +<p>“Do you like it, Eveley? Am I beautiful in +it?” There was a curious wistfulness in her +voice, and Eveley studied her closely. +</p> +<p>“Of course you are beautiful in it. You are +a dream. You are irresistibly heavenly.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_176' name='page_176'></a>176</span></p> +<p>“I wonder if Lem thinks so,” said Miriam, +half breathlessly. +</p> +<p>“Why, you little goose,” cried Eveley, forcing +the laughter. “How could he think anything +else? There, he is honking for us already. +We must hurry—Why, Miriam, you +silly, how could any one think you anything +in the world but matchlessly wonderful in +anything—especially in a dream like that?” +</p> +<p>Miriam fastened her wrap again silently, +and got carefully out through the window. +</p> +<p>“Twelve steps,” cautioned Eveley. “You’d +better count them, it is so dark, or you may +stumble at the bottom.” +</p> +<p>Miriam, clinging to the railing on one side, +passed slowly down. “One, two, three, four, +five, six.” Then she stopped and turned. +</p> +<p>“Seven.” Looking somberly up to Eveley, +standing above her, her face showing pale +and sorry in the dim light, she said, “I have +been married five years, Eve. You do not +know what it is to spend five years struggling +to maintain your charm for your husband. +And never knowing whether you have +failed or won. Always wondering why he +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_177' name='page_177'></a>177</span> +finds more attraction in other women less +beautiful and less clever. Always wondering, +always afraid, trying to cling to what ought +to be yours without effort. It isn’t funny, +Eveley.” She turned slowly, to go on down, +but Eveley laid a restraining hand on her +arm. +</p> +<p>“Five years? That is a long time,” she +said in a tender voice. “It must almost be +his turn now. Five years seems very long +to me.” +</p> +<p>Miriam passed on down the stairs, counting +aloud, eight, nine, ten, and on to the last. +At the last step she turned again. +</p> +<p>“He is my husband, Eveley. One must do +what is right.” +</p> +<p>“Yes? Yet five years of duty does not +seem to have brought you much happiness. +At least you should not be selfish. You ought +not to deny him the pleasure of doing his by +you for the next five.” Then she added apologetically: +“Forgive me, Miriam. You know +I should never have mentioned this if you +hadn’t spoken.” +</p> +<p>Miriam clung to her hand as they felt their +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_178' name='page_178'></a>178</span> +way carefully around the house, Lem in the +machine still honking for them to hurry. +</p> +<p>At the corner she paused again. “You are +very clever, aren’t you, Eveley?” +</p> +<p>“Well, yes, I rather think I am,” admitted +Eveley. +</p> +<p>“How would you go about it?” +</p> +<p>“The way Lem does,” came the quick retort, +and Miriam laughed, suddenly and +lightly. +</p> +<p>She was very quiet as they drove down +Fifth Street. Only once she spoke. +</p> +<p>“It was the seventh step, wasn’t it, +Eveley?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, the seventh.” +</p> +<p>“The Revolution of the Seventh Step,” she +said, laughing again. +</p> +<p>This was nonsense to Lem Landis, but he +did not ask questions. Women always talked +such rot to each other. And he was wondering +if Mrs. Cartle would surely be at the ball? +</p> +<p>“The way Lem does.” +</p> +<p>The words were startlingly sufficient. +From five years of painful experience, Mrs. +Landis knew how Lem did it. And so on this +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_179' name='page_179'></a>179</span> +evening, as she stood beside him in a corner +of the ballroom after their first greetings, +and looked as he did with eager speculative +eyes about the wide room, seeking, seeking, +she felt a curious sympathy and harmony between +herself and her husband. She knew +without turning her head when the sudden +brightening in his eyes came; and then he +slowly made his way to the dim corner where +Mrs. Cartle sat waiting. +</p> +<p>But Miriam was not so quickly satisfied. +There was Dan O’Falley, but his was such +fulsome effrontery. There was Clifford Eggleton, +but he had been a sweetheart of +Miriam’s in the old days before Lem came, +and that seemed hardly fair. There was Hal +Jervis, but he was too utterly wax in woman’s +hands to give her any semblance of thrill. +Then her eyes rested on a profile in another +corner of the room—a dark sleek head, a +dark thin face, and the clear outline of one +merry eye. Miriam appraised the head speculatively. +Who in the world could it be? +That merry eye looked very enticing. Ah, +now she could see better—he was talking to +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_180' name='page_180'></a>180</span> +the Merediths. Then the merry-eyed one +was a stranger—so much the better, the uncertainty +of him pleased her. She was very +weary of those she knew so well. She moved +happily that way, suddenly surprised to know +that she was not at all concerned because +her husband sat in the distant corner with +Mrs. Cartle. She felt for him to-night only +a whimsical comradeship. Stopping many +times on her way to exchange a word and a +smile, she finally drew near the corner where +the sleek dark head and the merry eye had +drawn her. Mrs. Meredith, seeing her, came +to meet her, and drew her forward impulsively. +</p> +<p>“Oh, Miriam, you must meet our friend, +Mr. Cameron. He has only just come here +to be with my husband in business, and we +are going to love him, I know.” And so immediately +Miriam found herself looking directly, +and with great pleasure, full into the +merry eyes. The gown was beautiful upon +her, she knew it positively, whether Lem had +been stirred by the vision or not. +</p> +<p>“Oh, she is lovely enough,” said Billy +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_181' name='page_181'></a>181</span> +Meredith plaintively. “But don’t be lured by +her, Cameron. She is still in love with her +husband.” +</p> +<p>Miriam smiled at her victim with disarming +friendliness. “But I like to be amused,” +she said. “And I have been married long +enough now to feel like playing again.” +</p> +<p>Cameron laughed at that, and the laughter +fulfilled the promise of the merry eye. +Miriam was quite intoxicated with the game +her husband had taught her. That Eveley +was a clever little thing, wasn’t she? +</p> +<p>“Suppose we dance then,” Cameron suggested +eagerly. “It is the approved method +of beginning to play.” +</p> +<p>“We resign you to your fate,” sighed Billy +Meredith once more. “I warned you, you +laughed me to scorn. Now plunge and die.” +</p> +<p>“He seems to think I am dangerous,” said +Miriam, as they stepped lightly away to the +call of the music. +</p> +<p>“Well, far be it from me to say he is +wrong. But I am sure you will prove a +charming playfellow. You seem fairly to +match my own mood. I suppose we can not +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_182' name='page_182'></a>182</span> +climb trees and go nutting and fishing and +wade in the creek as we might have done +together years ago, but if you will be patient +and teach me your way of playing in your +ladyhood, I think you will find me an apt, +and certainly a willing playmate.” +</p> +<p>“Then let’s begin to-morrow night. Come +to my house, and let’s play pool. It is the +most reckless thing we can do. I have a +sweet little friend and she has a deadly admirer, +and they will come with us. She is +very clever, too, and full of fun. See, that is +she there, dancing—the one with the golden +frock. Her name is Eveley Ainsworth and +the solemn young man is Nolan Inglish, and +they are unannounced but accepted sweethearts. +You are not afraid of Friend Husband, +then?” +</p> +<p>“Not until Friend Husband gets afraid of +me,” he said. +</p> +<p>Later in the evening, as they were having +ices in a wonderful nook in the ballroom, he +said seriously, and with no laughter in the +merry eyes: +</p> +<p>“Are you trying to make a truant husband +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_183' name='page_183'></a>183</span> +jealous? Just be frank with me, and I will +do my best. I know you wanted a pal to-night. +Do you mind telling me why?” +</p> +<p>For a moment she hesitated. Then she +smiled. “If my frankness loses me a pleasant +comrade I shall regret my candor. But I do +want to play fairly with you. So hear then +the bitter truth. I have been married five +years, and I have worked like a common slave +to make myself beautiful and winsome and +irresistible to my husband. And you know +that a wife can’t do it, if the husband isn’t in +the mind for it. And so to-night I am starting +a revolution. I do not want to struggle +forever. I want to play and be happy. I +have no notion of making my husband jealous. +That has not even occurred to me. I +just want to be joyful—to learn to be joyful—regardless +of him.” +</p> +<p>“Then may I be a disagreeable old preacher, +and say one thing? You know this may +be fun, but sometimes it is dangerous. Human +beings are not machines, and often they +make mistakes and fall in love, when they +had only meant to play. You would not find +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_184' name='page_184'></a>184</span> +it at all pleasant to be married to one man, +and in love with another. And maybe you +would not enjoy having a husband and a +lover in two persons, I am not trying to +foretell the future, or make unpleasant predictions—I +am only sounding the warning +note.” +</p> +<p>Miriam considered this very solemnly. +Then she said: “Well, I think I should not +mind. It does not seem to bother Lem to be +married to me, and at the same time be involved +in stirring friendships with other +people.” +</p> +<p>“Just one more sermon then, and I am +through,” he said, laughing. “It is this. +Men and women are very different. A man +can play his head off with a dozen women, +and still stay in love with his wife, and want +no one but her. But a really nice woman, and +you are awfully nice, can not have love-affairs +without love. When she loves a man, +she wants him, and will not have any one +else. Your husband can have a dozen affairs, +and still want you. But if you have a pleasant +affair—you may not want your husband.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_185' name='page_185'></a>185</span></p> +<p>“Well, of course, Mr. Preacher, one must +take a chance. And it is to be only play, you +know. That must be understood right in the +start. I am really not a bit advanced nor +modern, nor anything. I have no forward +ideas in my head. I am just tired of trying +to please my husband; I want some one to +please me. It does not seem to offer you +much for your pains, does it? But you may +find me fairly amusing.” +</p> +<p>“I am sure of it,” he agreed warmly. “And +it is all settled, and we are going to play together. +And if sometimes you get tired of +me, and fire me off, I shall bob up serenely +the next day and start over, just as we might +have done when we were little children.” +</p> +<p>When Miriam reported her progress in revolution +to Eveley the next day, Eveley was +greatly perturbed. +</p> +<p>“You went too fast,” she said with a frown. +“And besides—it is not fair. He isn’t married. +He will fall in love with you.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, no, we have a regular understanding,” +said Miriam confidently. “It is all settled according +to rules, and we are only going to +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_186' name='page_186'></a>186</span> +play. Lem goes to his club to-night, and +you and Nolan are to come and play pool +with us. Doesn’t it sound emancipated and +free?” +</p> +<p>“Almost bolshevistic,” said Eveley grimly. +“I do not approve of it—not exactly—though +I do think you are justified. But it is so +risky—and people talk—” +</p> +<p>“Well, Eveley, I think it is better to have +people say, ‘What do you think of the way +Miriam Landis is carrying on?’ than ‘Isn’t +Miriam Landis a little fool not to get next to +her husband in all these years?’ Shouldn’t +you?” +</p> +<p>“Well, we’ll be there,” said Eveley evasively. +“We’ll be right there. If he just wasn’t +so good-looking, and sort of—decent? Why +didn’t you pick out a roue? They are lots +safer than these decent young chaps.” +</p> +<p>Nolan, always a willing sacrifice when +Eveley bade, joined them without demur, and +a more rollickingly gay time they had never +had. Even Eveley admitted that things +seemed innocent and harmless enough, but +she shook her head. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_187' name='page_187'></a>187</span></p> +<p>“He is too good,” she whispered to Miriam. +“When he falls, he will fall hard. And if he +is once in love, I have a feeling he will work +like—like the dickens—and you haven’t much +spinal column yourself, you know. And I do +not believe in home wreckers, and things.” +</p> +<p>Nolan, also, frankly disapproved. +</p> +<p>“It doesn’t make any difference what kind +of husband she’s got,” he said decidedly. “As +long as he is her husband, it is her duty to +stick to him and leave other men alone.” +</p> +<p>“Don’t say duty to me,” said Eveley crossly. +“Five years is long enough for any woman +to do her duty. I think she is quite +justified in giving Lem a good scare. Maybe +he will wake up, and behave himself. But +this Gordon is too good-looking, and too desperately +nice. How can they play together +like two children? You know what will happen.” +</p> +<p>“I think it has already happened. He is +head over heels right now, and she is not +breaking her heart over Lem, either. I give +them two weeks to develop a first-rate rash.” +</p> +<p>“But Miriam believes in duty,” said Eveley +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_188' name='page_188'></a>188</span> +hopefully. “Maybe that will save them. She +would never elope with him, and I do not +think he would even ask her, he is so sort of +respectable and set.” +</p> +<p>But Nolan was pessimistic. “Folks talk +about duty until they fall in love, and then +they forget it and everything else. And Lem +has acted abominably. I thought she did not +know it.” +</p> +<p>“So did I. But—” +</p> +<p>“Well, no use to worry. We’ll stick around +with them and sort of boss the job. I am +glad you invited them to the Cote to-morrow +night.” +</p> +<p>“And for supper, too. When Lem finds +she is coming here for a supper party and he +is left out, he may begin to think.” +</p> +<p>“The trouble with Lem is, he can’t help +himself. He loves Miriam all right, but women +go to his head. He may get jealous and +promise everything on heaven and earth, but +he can’t keep his word.” +</p> +<p>“Then he shouldn’t have married.” +</p> +<p>“She should never have married him. +When women understand that a man who can +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_189' name='page_189'></a>189</span> +not look at a woman before marriage without +making love to her—can’t do it afterward—they +will save themselves a lot of trouble.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” said Eveley hopefully. “No one +can say you hurt yourself making love.” +</p> +<p>So the playing went on, Nolan and Eveley +acting as constant and merry chaperons, and +the little grouping grew more and more congenial. +Lem realized that a convulsion was +going on in his home, and reformed desperately +for days at a time, but a secluded corner +and a lovely woman invariably set him +pleading for forgiveness. Miriam always forgave +him promptly and said it did not bother +her; and was at first frightened, and then delighted, +to know that it truly did not bother +her any more. +</p> +<p>Then one evening, Eveley had a mad telephone +call from Lem, quickly followed by a +flying rush to her little Cote. +</p> +<p>“See what you’ve done,” he shouted, half-way +through the window. “That is what +comes of your interference. Miriam was the +most contented woman on earth till you began +feeding her up on this notion of revenge.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_190' name='page_190'></a>190</span></p> +<p>“You sit down and talk sense, Lem Landis, +or get out,” said Eveley. “Contented! She +hasn’t known a contented day since she married +you. You have had five years of jollying +with other women. Now because another +man smiles on her, you go into a rage and +tear your hair. You make me sick.” +</p> +<p>“Look here, Eveley, you got me into this, +and you’ve got to get me out. I didn’t care +how much they smiled. I thought at first it +was a put-up job to make me jealous, and I +laughed at it. But it has gone too far.” +</p> +<p>“Everything is all right,” said Eveley +soothingly. “They are just playing. Nolan +and I are with them all the time. There is +nothing serious between them.” +</p> +<p>“Don’t be a fool,” he said rudely. “You +know that men and women can’t play like +kids. Miriam wants a divorce.” +</p> +<p>Eveley sat down and swallowed hard. +</p> +<p>“A divorce,” he raged, champing wildly up +and down the small room. “She says there +is nothing between them, and she does not +love him, but she can’t stand me any more. +Why can’t she stand me? She stood me for +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_191' name='page_191'></a>191</span> +five years. What’s come over her all of a +sudden that she says it makes her sick to kiss +me? She won’t even let me hold her hand. +She says it is blasphemous. Blasphemy to +touch my own wife’s hand! You know what +that means, don’t you? She is in love with +that—that—” +</p> +<p>“You can’t swear here,” Eveley broke in +quickly. “I won’t have it. I think you are +mistaken, Lem. She doesn’t want a divorce. +Not really. She wouldn’t, you know.” +</p> +<p>“But she does, I tell you. She says it is +sacrilege to live with me, and so she is going +off by herself to desert me, and says I’ve got +to get a divorce on those grounds when the +time is up, or heaven only knows what she’ll +do. Now, you got us into this mess, and +you’ve got to stop it.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll do what I can, Lem,” she promised. +“And so will Nolan. But between you and +me, I do not blame her. I wouldn’t have lived +with you two months, myself.” +</p> +<p>“I have never wanted another woman in +my life,” he said brokenly. “It has always +been Miriam with me from the very minute +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_192' name='page_192'></a>192</span> +I saw her. I have fooled around a lot, I know, +but it’s always been Miriam for serious.” +</p> +<p>“Yes,” she said bitterly. “That is it. It is +just as Gordon says. A man can fool around +and still love his wife. But a nice woman +can’t. She is strong for one man—at a time. +When she falls for a new one, it is all off with +the last. You could love a dozen at a time, +but Miriam is too nice for that.” +</p> +<p>“But you promised—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, I’ll do what I can, and I will advise +her to stick it out, but I think she will +be very foolish if she takes my advice.” +</p> +<p>Nolan was immediately summoned, and a +desperate struggle began with Miriam. But +it was really no struggle. +</p> +<p>“Why, Eveley,” she said reproachfully, “I +am surprised at you. Can’t you see that a +woman can not live with a man she dislikes? +It makes the shivers run down my back when +he touches me. It—isn’t nice. It—makes +me feel like—well, not at all right. You can +see that, can’t you, Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“I am afraid I can.” +</p> +<p>“But he is your husband,” protested +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_193' name='page_193'></a>193</span> +Eveley. “Isn’t it your place as his wife to—to—” +</p> +<p>“Do you mean my duty, dear?” asked +Miriam, smiling faintly. “I am surprised at +you, Eve. No dear, it isn’t. Your theory +that duty is happiness is half right. But a +woman has one other duty also—self-respect. +I am all packed up, dear, and going to-morrow. +You do not mind my not leaving my +address, do you? I want to go off very quietly +by myself. I do not want Gordon to know. I +am afraid he will blame himself for it. You +will make him see that it was not he, at all, +won’t you? And after it is all over, I shall +write, or maybe come to see you. You will +ask him not to look for me, won’t you? There +has not been a thing serious between us, +Eveley, you believe that, don’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Of course I do. I know it. I’ve chaperoned +you two till I am fairly sick of it.” +</p> +<p>Miriam smiled again. “Be sure to tell him +everything I said, will you?” +</p> +<p>Nolan and Eveley were very quiet after +she had gone. And Eveley cried a little. +</p> +<p>“I hope she will be happy,” she said tearfully. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_194' name='page_194'></a>194</span></p> +<p>“She will be. Gordon will wait for her, and +not crowd her. He is like me. He can talk +to a woman without loving her.” +</p> +<p>“You can, at least.” +</p> +<p>“At least, I do not talk about it all the +time,” he amended. “What I mean is that +his affection is for the one, and not for the +sex.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think she did right, Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“I do not think it is my duty to judge,” he +evaded cleverly. “She had one chance for +happiness, and she lost. Now she is to have +one more. We are her friends, and we love +her. We can not begrudge her one more opportunity, +can we?” +</p> +<p>“No indeed, and you put it very nicely,” +she said more comfortably. “Isn’t it nice +that we do not believe in duty? But we shall +miss them. They were very nice playmates +for us, as well as for each other—Nolan, +there was something sort of sweet about +Lem, after all? Something very human and +lovable and—but of course it was Miriam’s +duty to be happy.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIII_SHE_FINDS_A_FOREIGNER' id='XIII_SHE_FINDS_A_FOREIGNER'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_195' name='page_195'></a>195</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h3>SHE FINDS A FOREIGNER</h3> +</div> + +<p>Eveley had very nearly lost faith in assimilation. +She had thought it over +carefully, attempted it conscientiously and +decided it could not be done. +</p> +<p>“One individuality can not be absorbed by +another,” she would say very sagely. “Whether +it is husbands and wives, or whether it is +nations. The theorists are right in stating +that America is for Americans only, and that +it is the patriotic duty of those who come +here to be Americanized as rapidly as possible, +and the duty of the regular Americans +to Americanize everybody else at top speed—but +it can not be done. They are they, and +we are we. It may be our duty, but we are +not big enough.” +</p> +<p>She did not call her friendship with Angelo +Moreno by any such big and formal term as +assimilation. They had just grown to be +enormously good friends. She had forgotten +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_196' name='page_196'></a>196</span> +about Americanizing him, but she found him +charming, with the fresh frank abandon of +the unspoiled south-European. She liked his +open admiration, she enjoyed his mature cynicism, +she reveled in his buoyant enthusiasm. +She had not believed that such opposing elements +could dwell in one small person. In +Angelo, she found them, and she found the +combination good. +</p> +<p>He was helpful to Eveley, as well as pleasing. +He did endless small jobs for her about +the car and upon the lawn of her home. And +when she noticed that he quickly adopted +some of her own little customs of speech and +manner, she was freshly pleased and interested. +</p> +<p>Still she could not harden her heart to the +clamorous call of the world struggle. She +lived so happily and so securely in her Cloud +Cote, going to business by day, doing her +small bits of housework in between whiles, +frolicking with her friends, chumming with +Angelo, playing with her sister’s babies, running +about in her pretty car. It was like living +in the clouds indeed, with the world of +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_197' name='page_197'></a>197</span> +chaos beneath. For there was the struggle +of reconstruction going on, the tremendous +heave and pull of masses seeking to dominate, +the subtle writhe and twist of politics, a +whole world straining and sinewing to rise +dominant out of the molten bed of human +lava left from the volcanic eruption of war. +</p> +<p>And although Eveley still lived serene in +her Cloud Cote, it was like living on the edge +of the crater of a volcano. The eruption +would come, must come. And when it came, +her pretty Cloud Cote might be caught in the +upheaval. Sometimes in the evening she +stood breathless in the little pavilion on the +edge of the canyon stretching down below +her home, and looked far into the shadows. +Being a vivid imaginer, down in the darkness +she seemed to see the world in turmoil, +and although she stood above it on the +heights, she knew that when the final reckoning +came, there would be no heights and no +canyon. +</p> +<p>“And the only thing that can stop it is +Americanization, and it is impossible,” she +would say helplessly. “And there you are.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_198' name='page_198'></a>198</span></p> +<p>But being of a light and happy heart, she +tried to forget, and plunged into her work +and her play once more. The consciousness, +however, of a world in travail was always +with her. +</p> +<p>This was why, when Amos Hiltze came to +her with an appeal for help in a new phase +of Americanization, he found such prompt +and eager interest. +</p> +<p>“It is not much, Miss Ainsworth,” he said +earnestly, “and to you it may seem very aimless +and trifling indeed. But it is something +definite at least, a real tangible piece of +Americanization, and you are the only woman +I know who can help us out.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, yes, yes,” she cried eagerly. “I will, +of course. What is it?” +</p> +<p>“It is a girl, a Spanish girl from Mexico. +Her relatives joined the revolutionists, and +pouf,—were blown out. By rare good fortune +she escaped across the border. But what +chance has she? No friends,—no training. +She has never learned to meet and mingle +with people. And now after the years of horror, +she is afraid. She has lost her nerve. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_199' name='page_199'></a>199</span> +She needs a place where she can be alone, and +quiet, with no one to observe or criticize. I +can vouch for the girl, that she is all right. +And I wondered if your spirit of Americanization +would carry you to the point of temporarily +adopting her.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, mercy!” gasped Eveley, thinking with +great tenderness of her cozy little Cloud Cote, +her home, and hers alone. +</p> +<p>“I know it is asking a great deal, but it +will only be for a few weeks. Just until some +proper arrangements can be made for her. +Unless she is taken care of, and quickly, she +will fall a prey to some anarchistic Bolshevik, +or something worse. She is living with a +bunch of low Mexicans away out in the country, +and the Greasers come there from all +around,—and I am afraid for the girl. If she +can be taken now, treated kindly, shown the +charm and wholesomeness of American customs +and principles, she will be won for +America. A beautiful girl, educated, talented, +charming. Think what a power she can be +in the Americanization of her people, when +she herself has been given love and tenderness +and confidence.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_200' name='page_200'></a>200</span></p> +<p>Eveley decided instantly. “Very well, bring +her. I can move the extra furniture out of +the east bedroom, and store it in the garage, +and she may have that room. She will be +alone and quiet all day. But I hardly know a +word of Spanish—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, she speaks English perfectly. You +are a wonderful girl, Miss Ainsworth. Not +one in a thousand would have risen to such a +sacrifice. If American women were all like +you, there would be no need of Americanization. +A country stands or falls by its women-kind. +And you will not find her burdensome. +She does not wish to meet people, her only +desire is to be quiet, and let alone. She will +keep your little home tidy for you, and she +likes to cook and sew. She will not bother +you much. How soon can you have her +come?” +</p> +<p>“It will take about two hours to get +ready. Can you come and help me to-night? +Angelo will help, too. We must move the furniture +and boxes out, and then the room will +be ready for her.” +</p> +<p>“Then suppose we go for her to-night? She +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_201' name='page_201'></a>201</span> +is about forty miles out in the back country +in a little shack a mile off the Viejas grade. +If we could leave about supper-time, we’d get +there a little after dark. She wants to slip +away without attracting attention. She is a +nervous wreck, literally scared to death. It +will take a long time to give her confidence +again, but if any one can do it, it is you. Her +faith in humankind has been bitterly shattered.” +</p> +<p>Eveley was fairly quivering with excitement +and delight. Her faith in herself had +gone leaping skyward. She was not a slacker, +not a quitter. She was a regular American +after all, making a real sacrifice for a principle +she believed in,—and oh, how she was +going to assimilate this pretty little Mexican! +Poor child! Of course she was shattered and +stunned and shocked. Who wouldn’t be? +Things must have been ghastly in Mexico. +Eveley herself was rather vague on the subject, +because her philosophy was one of +peace and joy, and she found that reading of +affairs in Mexico did not tend to increase +either peace or joy. But she was dimly aware +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_202' name='page_202'></a>202</span> +that the spirit of unrest prevailing in all the +world had risen to open and bloody warfare +across the Rio Grande. +</p> +<p>Her work suffered very sadly that afternoon, +and long before the appointed hour she +was ringing furiously for the elevator. From +her incoherent chatter on the way down, Angelo +gathered that he was literally to fly to +her the very minute he was off duty, and +then she was clambering blindly into the +car and rushing around for Mr. Hiltze. +</p> +<p>She was quite in an ecstasy as they set +about moving out the pieces of furniture to +be stored in the back of the big garage, and +fitting up an attractive home for the wounded +little Mexican who was to be her guest,—and +her food for assimilation. +</p> +<p>Amos Hiltze was a great help, and worked +with enthusiasm. +</p> +<p>“I do what I can, but men are helpless +when it comes to women. And when I knew +of this child,—well, I thought of you. If you +refused, I had no notion where to turn. But +you did not refuse.” +</p> +<p>“No, indeed,” chirped Eveley. “I am only +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_203' name='page_203'></a>203</span> +too happy. I want to do things, real things, +and be of use. It—it is right, I suppose, and +lots of fun besides.” +</p> +<p>At six o’clock Angelo came, and looked for +a moment with speculative eyes upon Mr. +Hiltze. He was not enthusiastic,—rather he +was frankly pessimistic. +</p> +<p>“Why don’t you send her to a hotel?” he +demanded aggressively. “You don’t want a +dirty Greaser in here, messing things all up.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Angelo, you mustn’t,” protested Eveley, +deeply shocked. “She isn’t a Greaser. +She is a high caste Mexican girl.” +</p> +<p>“There ain’t no such thing,” he said gloomily. +“You’ll see. She’ll litter the whole place +up with a lot of smelly bandits, and they’ll +cut your throat, and steal your money, and +then where’ll you be?” +</p> +<p>Then Amos Hiltze turned on him, with +something compelling in his eyes. “Cut out +that nonsense, and mind your own business. +This is not your affair.” +</p> +<p>So Angelo resigned himself to the inevitable, +and fell to work, not with good will, +but with efficiency. And when the room was +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_204' name='page_204'></a>204</span> +ready, while the man and boy were carrying +the extra furniture out to the garage for +storage, Eveley hastily prepared a light supper +for the three of them. It was eaten in +utter silence. Eveley was excited almost to +the point of suffocation, and the others were +immersed in their own thoughts. She hastily +cleared the dishes from the table, and put on +her heavy coat and a small hat. +</p> +<p>“Where do you go to get your Spanish +queen?” demanded Angelo. +</p> +<p>“Oh, a long way out in the country,” said +Eveley nervously. “We must hurry, Angelo. +It is getting late.” +</p> +<p>“Are you going in your car?” he persisted. +</p> +<p>“Yes. Now, please, Angelo, I hate to rush +you off, but we must go.” +</p> +<p>“Take me along, Miss Eveley. Please—you’ve +got plenty of room. Won’t you take +me?” +</p> +<p>“Nothing doing,” cut in Amos Hiltze +shortly. “We’ve got to keep the girl quiet, +and you would let out some rudeness that +would spoil everything.” +</p> +<p>“Honest I won’t, Miss Eveley. G’wan, be +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_205' name='page_205'></a>205</span> +a sport. You promised to take me for a night +ride, and you never have. I won’t say a word +to the Grea—lady, honest I won’t. Be a sport, +Miss Eveley, sure I can go along.” +</p> +<p>“Let’s take him,” said Eveley. “He can sit +in front with me coming back, and you can +ride with Marie. He won’t say a word, will +you, Angelo?” +</p> +<p>Mr. Hiltze seemed not altogether satisfied, +but Angelo was already half-way down the +rustic stairs and headed for the garage, so +he contented himself with one final word of +warning. +</p> +<p>“Just keep quiet,” he said to Angelo. “Do +not even look at her. There must be no fuss +or confusion, or she will be afraid to come.” +</p> +<p>There was a heavy fog rolling up through +the canyons, and Eveley, in her state of excitement, +found the car prone to leap wildly +through the misty white darkness. There +was a great ringing in her ears, and her +pulses were pounding. Hiltze at her side was +silent and preoccupied, and Angelo in the +rear sat huddled in a corner, in the rug which +Eveley had tucked about him. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_206' name='page_206'></a>206</span></p> +<p>“We do not want any frozen passengers to +bring home,” she had said, with a smile. +</p> +<p>They spun swiftly along University, slowing +for East San Diego where there were +officers with bad reputations among speeders, +through La Mesa, the cross on Mt. +Helix showing faintly in the pale moonlight, +through El Capon, out beyond Flynn Springs +where the pavement left off. +</p> +<p>“Are you tired?” asked the man, stirring +closer to Eveley’s side. +</p> +<p>“No,” she said, with a laugh that was +really a sob. “But I am so out of breath, and +thrilled, and—all stirred up, like a silly little +schoolgirl. I believe I am frightened.” +</p> +<p>“Do not be frightened, Miss Eveley,” said +Angelo suddenly, reassuringly. “I’ll look +after you. If we do not like the little Greaser, +we’ll just ditch her.” +</p> +<p>“You must not be afraid,” said Hiltze, +pressing his arm companionably against her +elbow. “You know I will take care of you. +And you will like the girl. She is just a timid, +nerve-racked child. You will love her in time. +But this is not a question of love, only of +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_207' name='page_207'></a>207</span> +service,—one phase of the scheme of Americanization +that is sweeping the country. It +has to come through the women, Eveley, you +know that. It has to be born into the babies +of the next generation.” +</p> +<p>An audible sniff came from the back seat, +but Angelo was lustily clearing his throat. +</p> +<p>“You sound like a stump speaker,” he said +critically. “Did you get that way selling +autos, or did you used to be an agitator or +something?” +</p> +<p>Mr. Hiltze made no reply. He was leaning +forward now, anxiously scanning the road. +“We turn soon. Drive slowly, please. I do not +know the road very well. Oh,—there it is,—I +see it now. Just beyond the little clump of +trees, this side of the big rock. Turn to the +right,—the road is safe enough, but a little +rough. We only go a little farther,—yes, to +the right a little more,—down-grade, but it +is not very steep. Now, pull off a little and +stop. Yes, you wait here now, will you, while +I go on to the shack? The road does not lead +up to it. You need not be afraid, you are close +to the main road though you can not see it +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_208' name='page_208'></a>208</span> +for the shrubs and rocks. She does not want +the Mexicans to know where nor how she +goes.” +</p> +<p>“Will you be gone long?” asked Eveley, +gazing somewhat fearfully into the black +shadows about her. +</p> +<p>“Oh, just a few minutes. It is only a little +bit of a way, and Marie is ready to come at +once.” +</p> +<p>“How does she know you are coming after +her?” asked Angelo. +</p> +<p>“I told her I would come to-night if I could +make arrangements for her, and she said she +would be ready. She has only a small bag, so +her preparations are simple. Now, don’t be +frightened, Eveley. You know I would not +leave you if there were any danger. Angelo +will be with you.” +</p> +<p>“You bet I will. Beat it, Mister, and cop +the lady.” +</p> +<p>Eveley and Angelo listened in silence, as +Hiltze strode quickly away. When the last +sound had echoed to silence, Angelo leaned +over the seat, his thin dark face close to +Eveley’s. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_209' name='page_209'></a>209</span></p> +<p>“Say, Miss Eveley, where did you pick up +that guy?” +</p> +<p>“He was the salesman who sold me my +car, but he has many friends who are my +friends also, so I have met him often. He +was only selling autos temporarily, and is +making plans now to go into business for +himself.” +</p> +<p>“I’ll bet your friend Inglish ain’t stuck on +him.” +</p> +<p>“Not unnaturally,” admitted Eveley, laughing. +“He is not.” +</p> +<p>“Well, he’s a smart guy, Inglish is,” said +Angelo shrewdly. “You can pretty well put +it down he’s on the level about folks.” +</p> +<p>“You do not seem partial to Mr. Hiltze, +Angelo. But he is most kind and sympathetic, +and no one works harder for the +Americanization of the foreign element than +he does.” +</p> +<p>“Lots of folks work hard for something +to keep the real things dark. I guess he’s +got a mash on this dame.” +</p> +<p>Eveley was silent. +</p> +<p>“Don’t you think so?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_210' name='page_210'></a>210</span></p> +<p>“No, I hardly think so.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, you can’t tell. Some guys can have +mashes on two or three at a time, you know.” +</p> +<p>“Angelo, please, let’s not talk this way. I +do not like it. And I do not wish my friends +to criticize my other friends. I know you +like Mr. Inglish best of all, and that is why +you try to underrate the others—but please +don’t.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I think he is smart enough,” said +Angelo ingratiatingly. “It ain’t that. I just +don’t like his wishing foreign dames off on +to you because you are easy and will stand +for it.” +</p> +<p>“Listen—they are coming.” +</p> +<p>Angelo got out then and clambered in beside +her, and they both peered into the darkness +whence footsteps came. The two were +walking slowly, Hiltze leading the girl carefully. +She walked shrinkingly, her face +showing deathly pale in the shadowy night. +</p> +<p>Eveley got out at once and went to meet +them, surprised at the great wave of tenderness +sweeping over her. She felt somehow +that it was a daughter of hers, coming +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_211' name='page_211'></a>211</span> +back to her out of suffering and sorrow. She +put her arms protectingly about the girl, and +kissed her cheek. +</p> +<p>“Marie,” she said softly, “you are going to +be my sister. I—I think I love you already. +I felt it when I saw you come out of the +darkness.” +</p> +<p>The girl did not speak, but her slender fingers +closed convulsively about Eveley’s, and +there was a catch like a little sob in her +throat. +</p> +<p>Eveley herself helped her into the car, and +pulled the rugs and blankets about her. +</p> +<p>“It is very foggy, and the air is cold. We +do not want a little sick girl on our hands. +Pull them close about you. Oh, your cape is +very light—you must take my furs. It is +much warmer in front, and I do not need +them. Now, are you all ready? This is my +little pal Angelo Moreno with me, but don’t +pay any attention to him to-night. You will +see him again. Now, all ready and off we go.” +</p> +<p>Angelo sat silently musing in his corner +during the long ride back to town, and Eveley +sang softly almost beneath her breath. In +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_212' name='page_212'></a>212</span> +the back seat there was silence, too. Only +once Eveley turned to call to them blithely: +</p> +<p>“I was frightened and anxious at first, but +now I feel happy and full of hope. I think +you are going to bring me great good fortune, +Sister Marie.” +</p> +<p>“You are—most heavenly kind,” said +Marie, in slow soft English, with the exquisite +toning of her Spanish tongue. +</p> +<p>“Oh, Marie,” cried Eveley rapturously. +“Those are the first words I ever heard you +say—such kind and loving words. I shall +never forget them.” +</p> +<p>The rest of the ride was taken in absolute +silence, and at the door of her cottage when +she ran the car into the garage, Angelo carried +Marie’s bag up the steps silently, and +Hiltze helped her, while Eveley ran hospitably +in front to have the window open and +the lights on. She thrust out an eager hand +to help Marie through the window, and then +she gaily faced their escorts. +</p> +<p>“Not to-night,” she cried. “You can not +come in even for a minute. Sister Marie and +I are going to have hot chocolate all by +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_213' name='page_213'></a>213</span> +ourselves, and—and find out how we like each +other’s looks. Many thanks—good night.” +</p> +<p>Then she closed the window and turned to +the slender shrinking figure at her side, drawing +back the heavy hood that shielded the +girl’s face to look into the features of the +little foreign waif she had taken to her heart. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIV_NEW_LIGHT_ON_LOYALTY' id='XIV_NEW_LIGHT_ON_LOYALTY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_214' name='page_214'></a>214</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h3>NEW LIGHT ON LOYALTY</h3> +</div> + +<p>A quick thrill of pleasure swept over +Eveley as she looked into the face of +her young guest. +</p> +<p>“Duty?” No, it would be a joy to teach +this soft and lovely creature the glorious principles +of freedom, justice and equality. This +was Eveley’s sphere—she felt it—she knew +it. She took Marie’s slender hands in both +of hers, and squeezed them rapturously. +</p> +<p>“Oh, I am so happy,” she cried ecstatically. +“I think you are adorable.” +</p> +<p>For Marie’s soft dark eyes, the soft waves +of dark hair drooping over the low forehead, +the slender oval of the olive tinted face, the +crimson curving lips, the shrinking figure +presented such a picture of exquisite helplessness +that Eveley’s brave and buoyant soul +rose leaping to the appeal. +</p> +<p>She removed the dark cape from Marie’s +shoulders, and took her bag, leading her into +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_215' name='page_215'></a>215</span> +the small east bedroom which had been so +charmingly dressed for her. +</p> +<p>“This is your home now, Marie, I hope for +a long, long time. It is your home, and you +are as free as a bird. You are not my servant, +but my sister and my friend. I want you +to be happy. You are to think as you like, +do as you like, go or stay as you like. You +are mistress of your own life, now and all +the time.” +</p> +<p>“It is very lovely,” said Marie softly. +“And you are an angel from Heaven.” +</p> +<p>“Not a bit of it,” laughed Eveley. “You do +not know me. I am the humanest thing you +ever saw in your life.” She lifted Marie’s +bag lightly to a low table. “Now, this door +opens to the bath—my bedroom door leads +into it from the opposite side. And this is +your closet, and these drawers are all empty, +so use them as you wish. Why don’t you put +on a negligee, now, and rest? And while you +are alone for a minute, to collect yourself +and unpack your bag, I shall run out and put +on the chocolate. We must have a hot luncheon +after our cold ride. Are you very cold? I +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_216' name='page_216'></a>216</span> +think I’d better light the fire in your grate—it +is all ready. There, that is better now. If +I ever do get married I must certainly have +wonderful luck, if there is any faith in signs, +for I do build the fieriest fires. Now, do not +hurry, I’ll come back in a few minutes. I +think I shall put on a negligee too,” she +added, as Marie drew a silk gown from her +bag. “And then we’ll be surely settled down +and right at home together.” +</p> +<p>With a warm and dazzling smile, she ran +out to put the chocolate on the grill, and arrange +the sandwiches and fruit and cake on +the table around the bowl of drooping roses, +and then, humming blithely, hurried into her +own room to change from her heavy dress to +a soft house gown. +</p> +<p>When, a few moments later, she returned +to Marie, she found her standing pensively in +the center of the room, the heavy folds of a +dark red gown falling about her graceful figure, +her head sunk on her breast in reverie. +Eveley put her arms around her tenderly. +</p> +<p>“You are beautiful,” she said. “Don’t +worry, dear. You are going to be very happy, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_217' name='page_217'></a>217</span> +even yet. Just trust me—and—do you know +the song of the Belgian girl—Well, we shall +make an American Beauty of you, sure +enough. Just try to be happy, and have confidence +in me, Marie. I shall never go back +on you. My, how quick you were! Your +bag is all unpacked, isn’t it?” She glanced +with quickly appraising eyes at the heavy +silver articles of toilet laid out on the dressing-table, +and at the gowns swinging from +the pole in the closet. +</p> +<p>“Come along, baby sister,” she said affectionately, +“or the chocolate will run all over +the grill.” +</p> +<p>There was deep if unvoiced appreciation in +Marie’s eyes as she observed the fine heavy +furniture of the little dining-room, the lace +doilies on the mahogany table, the fine pieces +of china, and the drooping roses. Eveley led +her gaily to her place at the table, and sat +down beside her. +</p> +<p>“We really ought to ask a blessing,” she +said. “I feel such a fountain of gratitude inside +of me. My own sister was ten years +older than I, and there were no babies afterward +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_218' name='page_218'></a>218</span> +for me to make a fuss over. This is a +brand-new experience, and I am just bubbling +over.” +</p> +<p>“But I am no baby,” said Marie, smiling +the wistful smile that suggested tears and +heartaches. “I think I am quite as old as +you.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, impossible,” gasped Eveley. “Why, +I am twenty-five years old.” +</p> +<p>“Really!” mocked Marie, and she laughed—and +Eveley realized it was the first time +Marie had laughed. “Well, I am twenty-three +and a half.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, you can’t be. Mr. Hiltze said you +were a child, and you are so little and slim +and young.” +</p> +<p>“You have been a woman, living a woman’s +life, with all a woman’s interests. But our +women are sheltered, kept away from life, +and that is why I am like a child in facing +the world—because I have never faced it. I +look young, and act young, because—well, +with us, our women marry early. If they +do not, they must retain the charm of youth +until they do. That is what we are taught, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_219' name='page_219'></a>219</span> +it is our business as women to be young and +lovely until we marry.” +</p> +<p>“I love to hear you talk,” said Eveley irrelevantly. +“You are just like a chapter out +of a new and thrilling story—See, I have let +my chocolate grow cold just looking at you, +and listening. I am very glad you are nearly +as old as I—we can not only be sisters, but +twins if you like.” +</p> +<p>Marie sipped her chocolate, daintily, dreamily. +Then she looked at Eveley searchingly. +</p> +<p>“Is this your patriotism?” she asked at +last. “To throw open your home on a moment’s +notice, to a stranger from a strange +land?” +</p> +<p>“We call it Americanization,” said Eveley. +“We call it the assimilation of—of—” She +hesitated, not wishing to speak of “flotsam +and jetsam” to this soft and pliant creature. +“We call it the assimilation of the whole +world into American ideals.” +</p> +<p>“Then,” said Marie slowly, dark eyes still +searching Eveley’s face, “I suppose, having +this vision of patriotism yourself, you can +understand patriotism of others from other +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_220' name='page_220'></a>220</span> +lands? You can understand why people plot, +and steal, and kill—for love of country? My +own land, for instance—so many call us +bloody butchers because we fight for our +country and for freedom. But you—you +know what patriotism is. And you can understand, +can you not?” +</p> +<p>“Of course I understand,” said Eveley +rather confusedly, for the Mexican business +was a terrible muddle to her. “I understand +that your men must fight to save their country +from the rebels and anarchists who would +wreck and ruin her.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, but—it is the rebels and anarchists +who would save her,” said Marie, with childish +earnestness. “I—we—I am of the revolutionists. +My father was killed. My brothers +were killed. My sisters were made captive. +But still the struggle goes on. The +best of our men must fight and die. Poor +Mexico must struggle and blunder on from +one disaster to another, until at last she rises +triumphant and free among the nations of the +world. It is those in power in her own land +from whom Mexico has most to fear—those +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_221' name='page_221'></a>221</span> +who would sell her, body and soul, land and +loyalty, to foreign devils for gold. It is not +against the outside world we fight—it is the +vile, the treacherous ones inside our borders.” +</p> +<p>“But how can you tell who is for, and who +against?” asked Eveley bewildered. “They +all promise so much—and peace is assured—but +there is no peace. And who can tell +where freedom really lies?” +</p> +<p>“Alas, it is true,” said Marie sadly. “But +those with eyes that see and hearts that love, +know that Mexico is still in the hands of traitors, +and that the spirit of revolution must +live.” +</p> +<p>“Of course you know more about it than +I do,” admitted Eveley. “We—we do not +understand the situation at all. I—think +perhaps they are too shrewd for us. Let’s not +talk of it—it excites you, dear. I want you +to rest and be quiet. I did not know that any +one could love—Mexico—like that.” +</p> +<p>“Have you seen Mexico? Oh, not the dry, +barren border country, but my Mexico, rich +with jewels and gold, studded with magnificent +cities, flowering with rare fruits and +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_222' name='page_222'></a>222</span> +spices, a mellow, golden, matchless land, peopled +by those who are skilled in arts and +science, lovers of beauty, and—Ah, you do +not know Mexico. You know only the half-breed +savages who run the borderland, preying +on Mexican and American alike. You do +not know the real Mexico of beautiful women, +and brave and gallant men. How could you +know?” +</p> +<p>Then her voice became soft and dreamy +again. “I visited here long years ago. I was +out in your Old Town, where the Indian maid +Ramona lived. I stood in the square there. +Do you know the story, Eveley, of the early +days when your Captain Fremont and his +band of soldiers stood there, ready to lower +the flag of Mexico and to raise in its place +your Stars and Stripes? As your soldier +stepped forward to tear down our flag, a little +girl of Mexico, another Marie like me, who +was watching with aching heart from the +window of the ’dobe house on the other side, +shocked at the outrage, leaped from the casement +forgetting her fear of the foreign soldiers, +and with one tug of her sharp knife +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_223' name='page_223'></a>223</span> +cut the rope. As the flag of Mexico fell, she +caught it in her bare hands, and pressed it +against her lips, her little form shaken with +sobs. ‘Forgive me,’ she said to the soldiers, +but it is the flag of my country, I could not +see it dragged in the dust.’” +</p> +<p>Eveley leaned over and put her hand on +Marie’s arm. “I have heard the story many +times, but I never caught the glory of it before. +It was the feeling in her that is in me +now—that is in all America—only ours is for +America, and hers was for Mexico—as yours +is.” +</p> +<p>“When I look at you, and know the tenderness +of you, and the great heart of you, +I feel that America must be the heaven of all +the world, and Americans the angels.” Then +Marie’s face darkened, and her lips became a +scarlet line. “But who then has stood heartlessly +by, and watched the writhing and anguish +of my Mexico, withholding the hand of +power that could bring peace? Who has +stood by and smiled while Mexico lay crushed +and bleeding beneath the heel of despotism +and treachery?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_224' name='page_224'></a>224</span></p> +<p>“We haven’t understood, Marie,” begged +Eveley. “We could not understand. We—we +naturally trust people, we are like that, +you know, and—” +</p> +<p>“And whom can one trust? My faith has +been as my faith in God—yet when so many +falter, and then turn back in betrayal—how +can one trust? Perhaps we are all deceived—perhaps +every faction in my country is +seeking only to despoil and enslave.” Then +her face grew bright and luminous as she +said, “But there are those who are princes +of sacrifice and love, risking all their world, +their lives, their honor, for my Mexico. If +there be any faith, it is in them. You call +them bandits—Yes? I call them sons of +God.” +</p> +<p>Eveley changed the subject as quickly as +she could. The bandits who had been driven +desperately from crag to cranny, berated in +the press, denounced in the pulpit, deprecated +on the platform—were these the princes of +Marie’s Mexico, the idols of their women’s +hearts, the saviors of their faith, their hope +of freedom? It was very confusing. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_225' name='page_225'></a>225</span></p> +<p>She told Marie how she worked every day +down-town, and how the little Cloud Cote +would be her own all day, how she had friends +coming often in the evening, friends who +would love Marie, but whom she never need +to see except when her heart desired. And +she told of the lovely lawn, with its pavilions +and pergolas and crevices and vines, and of +the canyon drifting away down to the bay. +</p> +<p>And Marie sat with her chin in her hands, +her eyes soft and humble, dog-like, on +Eveley’s face. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XV_SERVICE_OF_JOY' id='XV_SERVICE_OF_JOY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_226' name='page_226'></a>226</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h3>SERVICE OF JOY</h3> +</div> + +<p>It was not often that Eileen Trevis, who +was manifestly born for business, waxed +hysterically enthusiastic. And so one morning +a few days later, when an incoherent summons +came from her over the telephone, Eveley +was astonished almost to the point of +speechlessness. +</p> +<p>“What is it?” she gasped. “What has happened? +Is it bad news?” +</p> +<p>“Good, good, good,” exulted Eileen. “Wonderful, +delicious, thrilling. Please hurry. It +is nearly lunch-time, isn’t it? I have been +trying to get you all morning,—come quickly.—Never +mind about your luncheon.—Are +you coming?” +</p> +<p>“I am on the way,” shouted Eveley, crashing +the receiver on to its hook, and flying +with scant ceremony from the office, hoping +it was truly the luncheon hour, but scorning +to waste the time to look. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_227' name='page_227'></a>227</span></p> +<p>“She is in love,” she said aloud as she ran +down the stairs, spurning a tardy elevator. +“She is in love, and she is engaged, or maybe +she has eloped and is already married. Eileen +Trevis,—of all people in the world. Whoever +would have thought it?” +</p> +<p>Only the absence of traffic officers in that +part of the city kept Eveley from arrest that +day, and only the protection of Heaven itself +saved her from total wreckage, for she spun +around corners, and dodged traffic warts at +a rate that was positively neck-breaking. The +last block before she reached Eileen’s home +was one long coast, and she drew up sharply +with a triumphant honk. +</p> +<p>Eileen was on the steps before she had +time to turn off the engine. +</p> +<p>“Is it a husband?” cried Eveley. +</p> +<p>“No, babies,” chortled Eileen. +</p> +<p>Eveley put her fingers over her lips, and +swallowed painfully. +</p> +<p>“It isn’t your turn,” she said disapprovingly. +“You have to do these things in proper +order. You can’t run backward. It isn’t +being done.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_228' name='page_228'></a>228</span></p> +<p>“Don’t be silly,” said Eileen. “Hop out, +and come in. I am having a nursery made out +of the maid’s bedroom that has never been +used. It is perfectly dear, with blue Red-Riding-Hoods, +and blue wolves and blue +Jacks-and-Jills on a white background.” +</p> +<p>“There is something wrong about this,” +said Eveley solemnly, as she followed Eileen +into the house, and up the two flights of +stairs to her apartment. +</p> +<p>“It is Ida’s babies, stupid,” explained Eileen +at last. “I am to have them after all. Poor +Jim’s sister is ill, and I must say, it almost +serves her right,—she was so snippy about +the children.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Ida’s babies! And has the Aunt-on-the-Other-Side-of-the-House +had a change of +heart?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, a regular one. Heart failure, they +call it. I tried so hard to get them when Ida +died, but Agnes flatly refused to give them +up and since her brother was their daddy and +he was alive, I could not do much. I asked +for them again, you know, when Jim died, and +she was ruder than ever. But since the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_229' name='page_229'></a>229</span> +dispensation of heart failure, she can not keep +them. I got a letter this morning, and wired +for them to start immediately and I just got +an answer that they will be here to-morrow +afternoon. Then I sent for the decorators.” +</p> +<p>“You aren’t any mother for small children,” +protested Eveley, with an argumentative +wave of her hand. “You are born for +business. Everybody says so. You do not +know anything about babies.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes I do,” cried Eileen ecstatically. +“They have fat legs and dimples, and Betty +sucks her thumb and has to be scolded, and +Billy shouts ‘More jam’ and smudges it on +his knees.” +</p> +<p>“Are you giving up your position?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, mercy, no. We have to live. Poor Jim +only left them insurance and nothing else, +and that did not last very long. I sent the +other aunt a small check every month to help +along and sort of heap coals of fire on her +head at the same time. No, I shall have to +work harder than ever now. But I get one +seventy-five a month now,—and lots of families +live on less.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_230' name='page_230'></a>230</span></p> +<p>“Who will keep house then—Betty?” +</p> +<p>“Don’t ask silly questions, Eveley, I am so +nervous anyhow I hardly know what I am +saying. You remember my laundress, don’t +you? She is so nice and motherly and a Methodist +and respectable and all that,—only old +and hard up. She is coming to live with us,—she +will have the den for her room, and is +closing her cottage. She is to keep house and +look after the babies while I am at work. +She only charges twenty-five a month, so I +can manage. The rent does seem high, fifty +dollars,—but we need the room, though +you all thought it was so extravagant for me +to have such a large apartment to myself. +But you know how I am, Eveley,—I like lots +of space,—a place for everything, and everything +where it belongs. So I was willing to +stand the expense, and now it is a good thing +I did. Come and see the baby room.” +</p> +<p>Eveley duly admired the blue Red-Riding-Hoods +and Jacks-and-Jills, exclaimed over the +tiny white beds, and tiny white tables and +chairs, and then said: +</p> +<p>“You seem to be enjoying this experience, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_231' name='page_231'></a>231</span> +so I suppose you do not feel it is your duty, +nor anything sordid like that?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, no,” laughed Eileen. “I am doing it because +I am just crazy about those babies, and +I am sort of lonely, Eveley, though I have +never realized it before. And when I think of +coming home to a frolic with fat little babies +in white dresses and blue ribbons,—well, I +am so happy I could fairly cry.” +</p> +<p>So Eveley put her arms around her, and +kissed her, and offered a few suggestions +about appropriate food for angel babies,—feeling +very wise from her recent experience +with Nathalie and Dan, and invited them all +to go driving with her on Saturday afternoon, +and mentally planned to send them an enormous +box of candy in the morning after their +arrival, and then said she must hurry back to +work. +</p> +<p>“Oh, you poor thing,” cried Eileen in contrition. +“You did not have any luncheon at all, +did you? Wait until I fix a sandwich and +you can slip into the dressing-room and eat it. +It will only take a minute. You may have +some of these animal cookies too,—I got a +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_232' name='page_232'></a>232</span> +dollar’s worth,—I knew the babies would love +them. Now, Eveley, won’t you come to dinner +to-morrow night and meet my little +blesseds? The train comes at six-ten, and +Mrs. Allis, I mean, Aunt Martha,—we have +decided to call her Aunt Martha,—will have +dinner all ready for us.” +</p> +<p>“Certainly I’ll come,” said Eveley promptly. +“I shall love it. And I’ll come for you in the +car and take you to the station.” +</p> +<p>After work that night, Eveley went into +the ten-cent store, and bought a startling +array of drums and horns and small shovels, +and sent them out to Eileen’s for the babies. +And that night she insisted that Nolan must +come to dinner with her to hear the great +good news. +</p> +<p>“It is just because she wants to do it,” she +said happily. “That is why she is so full of +joy. It is plain selfishness,—she has no +thought of doing her Christian duty nor any +such nonsense. And—well, you would hardly +know Eileen. Her eyes are like stars, and her +voice runs up and down stairs in beautiful +trills, and she forgot to wear her hair net.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_233' name='page_233'></a>233</span></p> +<p>“Wait till Billy gets jam on her lace bedspread, +and Betty cuts up her new bonnet to +get the pretty flowers, and wait till they both +get mad and yowl at once,—she’ll be lucky if +she remembers her Christian duty then.” +</p> +<p>“Isn’t he crabbish, Marie?” asked Eveley +plaintively. “He doesn’t like to see people +happy and thrilled and throbbing.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, I do. I am thrilled and happy and +throbbing myself right now. There is something +about this Cote in the Clouds that—” +</p> +<p>“And dear Eileen has lived alone so long, +poor thing.” +</p> +<p>“I can sympathize with her all right. I +have, too.” +</p> +<p>“And now she will have a home, a real +home—” +</p> +<p>“My own dream for years.” +</p> +<p>“Sweet companionship—” +</p> +<p>“Heaven on earth, Eveley, heaven on +earth.” +</p> +<p>“Something to live for—” +</p> +<p>“Alas, how I envy her.” +</p> +<p>“Nolan, if you do not keep still and pay attention, +I shall stop talking and let you +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_234' name='page_234'></a>234</span> +propose,—right before Marie,—and then where +will you be?” +</p> +<p>“Married, I hope.” +</p> +<p>So Eveley decided there was no use to try +to talk sense with Nolan, but she arranged +to call for him at eight o’clock the next morning +to take him to Eileen’s and show him the +blue Red-Riding-Hoods and the toys. +</p> +<p>As she left the house to keep her engagement +with Nolan, she was surprised to see +Mrs. Severs starting out, for Mrs. Severs was +not used to being out so early. +</p> +<p>“Why, little Bride, whither away?” laughed +Eveley. +</p> +<p>Mrs. Severs flushed. “I am going to spend +the day with father,” she admitted, rather +shyly. “It is sort of lonesome here alone all +the time,—and we have lots of fun in the +little cottage on the hill. And sometimes we +go out on the beach and lie on the sand,—he +takes me in his jitney. He thinks I need more +sunshine and fresh air.” +</p> +<p>“He is great, isn’t he?” said Eveley +warmly. +</p> +<p>“He is dear,” cried Mrs. Severs, the quick +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_235' name='page_235'></a>235</span> +color surging her face. “I am not very well, +and he is so gentle and sweet to me. I—wish +I had been more patient,—I am very lonely +now. But we are great chums. He has taught +me to play pinochle, and I fill his pipe for him. +And onions aren’t so bad.” +</p> +<p>“Hum,” thought Eveley, as she drove +down-town. “You can’t suit some people, no +matter how finely you adjust their difficulties.” +Then she brightened. “Still, it is +better to love each other in two houses, than +to be bad friends in one,—as they were.” +</p> +<p>That evening, she and Eileen stood at the +station impatiently waiting,—having arrived +at five-thirty, fearing the train might come +ahead of time. +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley,” Eileen wailed. “Suppose they +should not like me?” +</p> +<p>Eveley laughed at that. “Suppose you do +not like them?” she parried. +</p> +<p>“I do. I haven’t seen them for over +two years, but they are adorable. They are +seven now. The prettiest things,—long yellow +curls, and—” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_236' name='page_236'></a>236</span></p> +<p>“Billy will probably be shaved by this time,—I +mean barbered.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, never. No one would cut off curls like +his. Their hair will be longer I suppose, probably +darker,—and Betty lisps and swallows +while she is talking,—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, she will be over that now.” +</p> +<p>“In two years? Why, certainly not. They +will be just the same, only more so.” +</p> +<p>Eveley began to experience a curious internal +sinking. Eileen was too deliriously optimistic +about those children. They were +angel babies, of course, for Eileen said so, but +Eveley remembered Nathalie and Dan, +angels, too,—but how they shouted and tore +through the house. And they were always +exhibiting fresh cuts and bruises, and Dan +had insisted on the confiscation of his curls +at four years. If Billy was still wearing curls +at seven, he needed a tonic for he was not +regular. +</p> +<p>“Eileen,” she began very gently, “you—you +mustn’t expect too many dimples and +curls. Children are angels,—but they are +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_237' name='page_237'></a>237</span> +funny, too. They are always bleeding, you +know, and—” +</p> +<p>“Bleeding!” gasped Eileen. “Agnes never +mentioned bleeding! Do they always do it?” +</p> +<p>“Always. They are always getting themselves +smashed and scratched, and blood runs +all over them, and gets matted in their hair, +and their hands are constitutionally dirty, +and—they always have at least one finger +totally and irrevocably smashed. Some times +it is two fingers, and once in a while a whole +hand, but the average is one finger.” +</p> +<p>Eileen looked at her friend in a most professional +manner. +</p> +<p>“I do not know if you are trying to be insulting, +or just amusing, but I saw those +children. I was right there for three weeks +only two years ago, and they were always +clean, they had curls, and they were certainly +not smashed or I should have noticed it.” +</p> +<p>“They shout, too, Eileen,” Eveley went on +wretchedly, determined to prepare Eileen for +the shock that was sure to follow. “They—they +just whoop. And—” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_238' name='page_238'></a>238</span></p> +<p>“If you can not be a little pleasanter, dear, +suppose you go and wait for me in the car. I +am too nervous. I simply can not stand it.” +</p> +<p>“I do not want to be unpleasant, and I shall +not say another word. I just wanted to remind +you of—of the shouting—and the +blood.” +</p> +<p>“One would think they were savages, Eveley, +instead of my own sister’s little babies.” +</p> +<p>“Here comes the train,” cried Eveley, and +added in a soft whisper that Eileen could not +hear, “Oh, please, for Eileen’s sake, let ’em +have dimples and curls, and don’t get ’em +smashed before the train stops.” +</p> +<p>Hand in hand, with eager shining eyes, the +girls ran along the platform, and when the +porter put down his stool beneath the steps, +the first thing that appeared was a small +dimpled girl with golden curls, and a flower-like +face beneath a flower-laden bonnet. +</p> +<p>Eileen leaped upon her, catching her in her +arms, and in her rapturous delight, she did +not hear a small brusk voice exclaiming, “Oh, +pooh, I don’t need your old stool.” +</p> +<p>And she did not notice Eveley’s gasp,—for +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_239' name='page_239'></a>239</span> +Eveley had seen a small sailor-clad form +hurtle itself from the step and fall flat upon +the gravel platform. It was not until a sudden +lusty roar went up that Eileen remembered +she had two babies en route. She +dropped Betty like a flash, and turned. +</p> +<p>The porter very grimly picked up the +child, and held him out, and Eileen saw with +horror that his face was fairly sandpapered +from the fall, and blood was starting from a +dozen tiny pricks. +</p> +<p>“If this is yourn, for Gawd’s sake, take +’im,” begged the porter. “He’s fell off’n +everything and into everything between here +and Seattle.” +</p> +<p>Eileen clung desperately to Betty’s moist +hand. +</p> +<p>“Don’t get scared, Auntie,” chirped the +small bright voice. “Billy always falls into +things, and he ain’t never broke anything +yet,—himself, I mean, arms or legs or necks,—he +breaks lots of dishes and vases and +things like that.” +</p> +<p>Eileen was stricken dumb, but Eveley took +the writhing roaring boy from the porter’s +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_240' name='page_240'></a>240</span> +hand, and dusted him lightly with her handkerchief. +</p> +<p>“Why, where are your curls, Billy?” she +demanded, hoping to distract his attention. +And she succeeded only too well, for he +stopped so suddenly in the midst of a loud +wail that he almost choked. When he finally +recovered his breath, he snorted derisively. +</p> +<p>“Curls! Huh! I ain’t no girl. I ain’t got +any curls. I never did have curls.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, you did,” she argued. “Two years +ago you had beautiful, long golden curls just +like Betty’s.” +</p> +<p>Billy hunched up his shoulders and clenched +a small brown fist. +</p> +<p>“You got to say, ‘Excuse me for them +words,’” he said belligerently. “Ain’t so, and +you got to say it.” +</p> +<p>Scenting battle, Eveley hastily muttered +the desired words, and passed him over to +Eileen. +</p> +<p>Billy thrust out a sturdy hand, but to +Eileen’s evident delight he refused to be +kissed. +</p> +<p>“Betty’s got to be whipped, Aunt Eileen,” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_241' name='page_241'></a>241</span> +he announced. “Aunt Agnes told me to tell +you all she did on the train, and you would +whip her. She stuck a pin in a fat man that +was asleep,—that’s the man right there,—Say, +didn’t Betty stick a pin in you?” +</p> +<p>But the fat man gave them a venomous +glare, and hurried away. “And she pulled the +beads off of that blonde lady’s coat,—and if +you don’t believe it, you can look in her +pocket ’cause she’s got ’em yet. And she +swiped a box of candy from that lady in the +yellow suit, and the lady said the porter did +it, and they had an awful fight. And she sang +<i>The Yanks Are Coming</i> in the middle of the +night and everybody swore something awful. +And she wouldn’t eat anything but ice-cream +at the table, and one meal she had five +dishes.” +</p> +<p>Eveley and Eileen had listened in fascinated +silence during this recital of his sister’s +wrongdoing. But Betty stuck a fat thumb +between rosy lips, and drooped her eyes demurely +behind her curling lashes. +</p> +<p>“Did—you do all that, Betty?” demanded +Eileen at last, very faintly. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_242' name='page_242'></a>242</span></p> +<p>“I did more than that,” she said proudly. +“I put the pink lady’s bedroom slippers in a +man’s traveling bag, and they haven’t found +it out yet. And I slipped Billy’s wriggly lizard +down the black lady’s neck, and she said +a naughty word. And—” +</p> +<p>“And what did Billy do?” +</p> +<p>Betty’s lips curled with scorn. “Billy? He +didn’t do anything. He’s too good. He don’t +ever do anything.” +</p> +<p>Billy advanced with the threatening hunch +of his shoulders and clench of the brown fists. +</p> +<p>“You say, ‘Excuse me for them words,’” he +said in a low voice. “And say it quick.” +</p> +<p>Betty jerked her finger from her mouth +and mumbled rapidly in a voice of frightened +nervousness, “Excuse me for them words, +please excuse me for them words.” And then, +as her brother’s shoulders relaxed, she sidled +up to him, rubbing herself affectionately +against his arm, and whispered, “Aw, Billy, +I was only joking. You ain’t mad at me, are +you?” +</p> +<p>“Let’s go,” said Eileen. “I feel—faint.” +</p> +<p>“Sticking pins is good for faintness,” said +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_243' name='page_243'></a>243</span> +Betty hopefully. “I did it to Aunt Agnes +twice when she nearly fainted, and she came +to right away.” +</p> +<p>“And she gave Betty a good whipping.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, she did, and I only did it to cure her,” +said Betty in an aggrieved voice. +</p> +<p>“Let’s go fast,” begged Eileen. “Take your +handkerchief, Billy, and see if you can wipe +a little of the dirt and blood off your face.” +</p> +<p>“He mustn’t do that,” interrupted Betty +promptly. “Handkerchiefs is full of germs, +and if he gets the germs in his scratches he +gets blood poison and dies. You got to wait +till you get home, Billy, and then lie on your +back on Aunt Eileen’s bed, and she’ll take +clean gauze and soak ’em off in cold water. +If you haven’t got any gauze handy you can +use mine, but you’d better buy some. Billy +uses as much as a dollar’s worth of gauze in +no time.” +</p> +<p>Eileen put her hand over her face, and +turned away. The children followed, looking +about them in frank interest and pleasure. +</p> +<p>“Is that a palm tree?” asked Betty. “Billy +says God never made ’em grow like that. He +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_244' name='page_244'></a>244</span> +says men just tie those fins on top to make +’em look funny. Did God do it, Aunt Eileen? +What did He do it for?—Oh, is this your +car, Aunt Eileen? Billy knows how to start +a car so you better not let him in it by himself.” +Then as the small boyish shoulders assumed +the dreadful hunch, she cried excitedly, +“Oh, no, he can’t either, honest he can’t. +He doesn’t know what to turn, nor anything. +I was joking. You ain’t mad at me, are you, +Billy?” +</p> +<p>Eveley slipped silently into her place behind +the wheel, and Billy opened the door for +his aunt and sister, banged it smartly after +their entrance, and climbed in front with +Eveley. +</p> +<p>“They oughtn’t to let women drive cars,” +he said in a judicial tone. “Women is too +nervous. There ought to be a law against it.” +</p> +<p>Eveley laughed. “I think so, too,” she +agreed pleasantly. “But until there is such a +law, I think I shall keep on driving.” +</p> +<p>Billy stared at her suspiciously. “You don’t +need to agree with me to be polite,” he said. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_245' name='page_245'></a>245</span> +“It won’t hurt my feelings any. I ain’t used +to it, anyhow.” +</p> +<p>Betty, in the rear seat, cuddled cozily +against her rigid aunt and kept up a constant +flow of conversation in her pretty chirpy +voice. +</p> +<p>“Are you an old maid? Aunt Agnes said +you were. Did you do it on purpose, or +couldn’t you help yourself? I am not going +to be an old maid. I am engaged now. Billy +tried to be engaged, too, but Freckle Harvey +cut him out.” +</p> +<p>Billy suddenly squared about in his seat, +and Betty shivered into a small and terrified +heap. “Aw, no, he didn’t either. Billy didn’t +like her worth a cent. He thinks she is just +hideous, don’t you, Billy? You ain’t mad at +me, are you, Billy?” +</p> +<p>When Eveley drew the car up before the +big apartment-house on Sixth Street, Billy +forgot his temporary burst of manners. With +a hoarse shout he slid deftly over the door +and dashed up the steps. Shrieking gleefully, +Betty followed swiftly in his wake. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_246' name='page_246'></a>246</span></p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley,” faltered Eileen, “I am afraid +they scratched the car.” She got out hastily, +and caught her lips between her teeth as she +saw the long jagged scratch on the door +where Betty’s sharp heel had passed. +</p> +<p>“Never mind,” said Eveley bravely. “It +doesn’t make a bit of difference. We all know +how children are.” +</p> +<p>“I—I didn’t,” said Eileen weakly. “I—guess +I am an old maid. I hadn’t realized it.” +</p> +<p>In Betty’s extravagant delight over the +new room, and Billy’s quiet but equally sincere +pleasure, something of Eileen’s own enthusiasm +returned, and although her ministrations +upon Billy’s marred countenance, +performed under the critical and painstaking +eye of Sister Betty, left her weak-kneed and +pale, she took her place at the table with +something very much akin to pleasure, if it +were not the jubilant delight she had anticipated. +</p> +<p>Eveley went home immediately after dinner, +stopping on her way for Nolan. They +spent an uproarious hour over her account of +the twins and their reception. And at last, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_247' name='page_247'></a>247</span> +weak with laughter, Eveley wiped her eyes, +and said with deep sympathy: +</p> +<p>“Poor Eileen! And the twins are adorable. +But I believe one needs to be born with children +and grow up with them gradually. For +when they spring upon you full grown they +are—well, they are certainly a shock.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVI_MARIE_ENCOUNTERS_THE_SECRET_SERVICE' id='XVI_MARIE_ENCOUNTERS_THE_SECRET_SERVICE'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_248' name='page_248'></a>248</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h3>MARIE ENCOUNTERS THE SECRET SERVICE</h3> +</div> + +<p>In the beginning Eveley had hesitated to +leave her newly adopted sister alone in the +Cloud Cote in the evening, but as Marie +seemed absolutely to know no fear, and as +time did not hang at all heavily upon her +hands, Eveley was soon running about among +her friends as she had always done. But with +this change: there was always a light in the +window at the top of the rustic stairs when +she came home, and a warm and tender welcome +awaiting her. +</p> +<p>Marie had come to be charmingly useful +in the Cloud Cote. She prepared breakfast +while Eveley dressed, and did the light bit of +housework nicely and without effort. Eveley +usually had her luncheon down-town, but in +the evening dinner was well started before +she reached home. Her mending was always +exquisitely done, even before she knew that +mending was necessary, and among her +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_249' name='page_249'></a>249</span> +lingerie she often came upon fine bits of lace +she had not seen before. +</p> +<p>After long and loving persuasion, Marie +had consented to meet Eveley’s sister and +brother-in-law, and Eveley had them in for +dinner. Marie was quiet that night, scarcely +speaking except now and then to the babies. +The next week, however, when Winifred +asked both girls to dinner, Marie went without +argument, and seemed to take a great +deal of quiet satisfaction in the visit. +</p> +<p>Kitty and Eileen she met often in the Cloud +Cote, but always withdrew as quickly as possible +to her own room to leave Eveley alone +with her friends. With Nolan, Eveley openly +insisted that Marie should develop a friendship. +</p> +<p>“Why, he will very likely be my husband +one of these days, when he gets around to it,” +she explained frankly. +</p> +<p>“Your husband,” echoed Marie. “I thought +Mr. Hiltze—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, no,” denied Eveley, flushing a little. +“He is just a pleasant in-between-whiles. We +are fellow-Americanizers, that is all.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_250' name='page_250'></a>250</span></p> +<p>“Does Mr. Hiltze know that?” queried +Marie. +</p> +<p>“Oh, everybody knows that I belong to +Nolan when the time comes,” said Eveley, +laughing. +</p> +<p>Nolan, urgently warned by Eveley, met +Marie with friendly ease and asked no questions. +He took her hand cordially and said +in his pleasant voice. “Well, if you are Eveley’s +sister, I have a half-way claim upon you +myself, and you must count me in.” And then +he promptly began mashing potatoes for +their dinner, and Marie did not mind him at +all. +</p> +<p>When Amos Hiltze came to the Cloud Cote +she joined serenely with them, very easy and +comfortable, always careful to go to her room +before he left, that he might have a little +while alone with Eveley. For she saw plainly +that while he interested Eveley only in his +enthusiasm for Americanization, for him +Eveley had a deeper and sweeter charm. +</p> +<p>One Saturday afternoon when Nolan was +busy, the two girls went out for a picnic on +the beach, a well-filled basket in the car for +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_251' name='page_251'></a>251</span> +their dinner. On a sudden impulse, Eveley +turned to Marie and cried: +</p> +<p>“Oh, little sister, how would you like to +learn to drive? Then you can take me to +the office and have the car yourself to play +with while I am busy.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley,” came the ecstatic gasp, “would +you—let me?” +</p> +<p>“Would I let you?” laughed Eveley. +“Should you like it? Why, you have been +wanting to, haven’t you? Why didn’t you ask +me, Marie?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I couldn’t.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, you should have,” said Eveley gravely. +“I would have told you honestly if I did +not wish it. I said you must feel free to ask +me for anything, didn’t I. And don’t I always +mean what I say—to you, at least?” +</p> +<p>“Does your love for Americanization carry +you so far?” asked Marie curiously. +</p> +<p>Eveley was silent a moment. “I can not +exactly count you Americanization,” she said +honestly. “I do not believe Americanizing you +could add anything to your sweetness, anyhow. +You are just fun, and—You may not +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_252' name='page_252'></a>252</span> +believe it, Marie,” she added rather shyly, +for she was not a demonstrative girl, “but I—really +I love you.” +</p> +<p>Quick tears leaped to Marie’s dark eyes, +and she placed her head softly against Eveley’s +shoulder, though she did not speak. Almost +instantly Eveley brushed away the +wave of sentiment and gave her quick bright +laugh. +</p> +<p>“Now listen, sweetness,” she said. “It is +like this. This is the clutch that controls the +gears. When it wabbles like this it is in +neutral and the car will not run. When you +shove down with your left foot, and pull the +clutch to the left and backward, it is in low +gear, and the car will go forward when you +let your foot back. You must do it very +slowly, so there will be no pull nor jerk. +Like this.” +</p> +<p>So the afternoon wore away, the two girls +laughing gaily as Marie made her first +bungling attempts to drive; but later, Marie +was aglow with exultation and Eveley with +deep pride, because the little foreigner +showed real aptitude for handling the car. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_253' name='page_253'></a>253</span></p> +<p>Then in a lovely quiet part of the beach a +little beyond La Jolla, they had an early supper +and drove home, Eveley at the wheel, +singing love songs, Marie humming softly +with her. +</p> +<p>“This is almost like sweethearting, isn’t +it?” asked Eveley turning to look into the +dark eyes fixed adoringly upon her. “Next to +Nolan you satisfy me more than anything +else in the world. But don’t tell Nolan. He +is jealous of you,—he thinks I like you better +than I do him.” +</p> +<p>“You say you love me, Eveley. But do you? +Is it the kind of love that can understand and +sympathize and forgive—yes, and keep on +loving even when—things are wrong?” +</p> +<p>“Nothing could change my feeling for you, +Marie,” said Eveley positively. +</p> +<p>“But if things were wrong?” came the insistent +query. +</p> +<p>“Well, I am no angel myself,” answered +Eveley, laughing again. “If you are a +naughty girl, I shall say, ‘I will forgive you +if you will forgive me,’ and there you are.” +She stopped again, to laugh. “But I can’t +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_254' name='page_254'></a>254</span> +think of any wrong you could do, Marie. You +just naturally do not associate with wrong +things.” +</p> +<p>“And you will always remember, won’t you, +what you have said about love of one’s country? +That it excuses and glorifies everything +in the world?” +</p> +<p>But Eveley was singing again. +</p> +<p>Eveley had made an arrangement to call +for Nolan at the office at eight, as they were +going to Kitty’s for a late supper with her +and Arnold Bender, so she kissed Marie good +night when they reached home, and said: +</p> +<p>“Will you be lonesome without your big +sister, and boss?” +</p> +<p>“I think I shall go down and watch the +dark shadows in your beautiful canyon,” said +Marie, clinging to Eveley’s hand, and looking +deeply into her eyes. +</p> +<p>“Aren’t you afraid down there at night?” +wondered Eveley. “I have lived on top of the +canyon all my life, and we played hide-and-seek +there when we were children, and I love +it,—and yet when night comes, I do not even +go so far as the rose pergola unless Nolan is +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_255' name='page_255'></a>255</span> +there to hold my hand and shoo away the +ghosts and things.” +</p> +<p>“That is our difference. You are afraid of +the world and the night, I am afraid only of +men and women. I have lived alone, and have +had wide dark gardens to wander in. They +have never harmed me. Only men have +injured me, and my family. So I love to slip +down into the soft fragrant darkness of the +canyon and sit on the big stones or on the +velvet grass, and see my future in the +shadows.” +</p> +<p>“But do not stay long. The whole canyon +is yours to dream in, if it makes you happy. +But wear a heavy wrap and do not get +chilled.” +</p> +<p>Then with a hasty kiss she ran down the +steps to the car. +</p> +<p>Eveley was tired that night. The first lesson +in driving, the lazy supper on the beach, +and the long ride, left her listless and indolent. +So after their merry dinner, and a dance +or two around the Victrola, she said she had +a headache and wanted to go home. +</p> +<p>They drove very slowly along the winding +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_256' name='page_256'></a>256</span> +road, and were quietly content. Nolan opened +the doors of the garage and Eveley ran the +car into place; then, as she was really tired, +at the foot of the rustic stairs he said good +night, while she crept slowly up the steps. +</p> +<p>For the first time, there was no Marie to +welcome her. The room, though lighted, +looked dreary and forlorn without the pretty +adopted girl. +</p> +<p>“The little goosie,” said Eveley, with a tender +smile. “I suppose she is still dreaming +down in that spooky canyon. Maybe she has +fallen asleep. I shall have to go after her.” +</p> +<p>She took a small flash-light, and hurried +down the rustic stairs and the well-known +path beyond the rose pergola, where she +hoped to find Marie. +</p> +<p>But Marie was not there. +</p> +<p>Eveley knew every foot of the canyon by +heart; she went surely and without hesitation +along the twisting, winding, rocky path, +half-way down the narrow slope. +</p> +<p>“Marie,” she called softly, “Marie.” +</p> +<p>But there was no answer. +</p> +<p>“Maybe she is behind the live oak in the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_257' name='page_257'></a>257</span> +Rambler’s Retreat,” she thought, and climbed +up the steep bank from the path, clinging to +bits of shrubbery and foliage. But Marie was +not there. And then as Eveley turned, she +heard quick running steps in the pathway +under the swinging bridge that spanned the +canyon lower down. +</p> +<p>Eveley sighed aloud in her relief,—then +her breath caught in her throat,—a gasp of +fear. +</p> +<p>For sounding clear and distinct above the +light steps came a pounding of heavier feet. +Some one was following Marie up the path,—no, +there were two for there was another +pounding a little fainter, farther away. Now +Eveley could hear the frightened intake of +Marie’s breath as she ran. Two girls alone +in the dark canyon. +</p> +<p>Eveley clung desperately to the heavy +shrubbery among which she was crouching. +She was about three feet above the path on +the steep bank. Clinging for support with +one hand, she reached noiselessly about for a +stone, but there was nothing upon which she +could lay her hand. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_258' name='page_258'></a>258</span></p> +<p>Below the path, the canyon dropped +sharply for a long way, fifty or sixty feet +perhaps, not a precipice, but with a decided +drop that could only be descended with care. +If Marie would only lie down and roll, she +might be able to hide among the bushes at +the bottom. But Marie did not think of that. +Her one idea was to run faster and faster, in +the hope of escaping her pursuers. +</p> +<p>“Marie,” whispered Eveley sharply as the +girl came up the path near her, and Marie, +hearing the faint sound, stopped suddenly in +her tracks, swaying, more frightened than +ever. +</p> +<p>“Lie down, lie down,” urged Eveley, but +Marie did not hear, and before she could +gather her wits to run on, a man leaped toward +her, both arms outstretched. +</p> +<p>“I got you,” he panted. +</p> +<p>Marie, following the terrified instinct of +every hunted animal, swung her lithe body +and ducked beneath his arm. And at that +moment, Eveley, tightening her hold upon +the branches of the bush, drew up her +feet, braced herself against the bank for +a moment, and then sprang heavily against +the man with both feet and sent him reeling +head-first down the canyon. +</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-257.jpg' alt='' title='' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='text-align:center;'> +“Marie,” whispered Eveley sharply. +<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a id='page_259' name='page_259'></a>259</span></div> +<p>Like a flash, Marie flattened herself against +the bank—one more dark shadow among the +others—and none too soon, for the second +man was close upon them, so close they could +hear the heavy rasp of his breathing. Eveley +had not time to raise herself for another +spring, so she crouched against the bank in +terror, hoping in his haste that he might pass +them by. But as he came near he paused +suddenly, his attention attracted by the sound +of tearing brush, and the incoherent cries of +his companion as he rolled down the canyon. +Taking it as an indication that the chase was +in that direction, he turned blindly to follow, +and not knowing the lay of the land, lost his +footing at once and fell headlong. +</p> +<p>Eveley was upon her feet in an instant. +</p> +<p>“Run, Marie,” she whispered, and in less +than a moment they were hurrying up the +path behind the rose pergola under the magnolias +and beneath the light from their Cloud +Cote. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_260' name='page_260'></a>260</span></p> +<p>“Wait,” whispered Marie. “Let’s hide a +moment. They might see us going up the +stairs. Wait beneath the roses until they are +gone.” +</p> +<p>Only faint sounds came up to them as the +two men, bruised and sore, painfully picked +themselves up from the rocks and the prickly +shrubs. Evidently they realized there was +no hope of further pursuit, for in a short +while the girls could hear the faint echo of +their heavy footsteps as they retraced their +way down the canyon. +</p> +<p>Eveley held Marie in her arms until the +last sound had echoed away, and then silently +they climbed the stairs, crossed the little garden +on the roof, and crawled through the +window into the safety of the Cote. +</p> +<p>“Are you hurt, Marie?” asked Eveley, the +first to break the tense silence that fell upon +them when they were conscious of shelter +and security. +</p> +<p>Marie shook her head. Then she moved +one step toward Eveley, and asked in a pleading +whisper: “Are you angry with me? Do +you hate me?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_261' name='page_261'></a>261</span></p> +<p>“Oh, Marie, don’t talk so,” cried Eveley, +nervous tears springing to her eyes. “How +could I be angry with you? But I was so +frightened and shocked. I did not know how +very much I loved you. You must never go +into the canyon again at night. Never once,—for +one minute. Will you promise me?” +</p> +<p>“I will promise whatever you wish, Eveley, +you know.” +</p> +<p>Eveley smiled at her weakly, and turning +to take off her wraps saw with surprise that +the sleeves were torn almost from her coat. +</p> +<p>“I must have come down with quite a +bang,” she said faintly, suddenly aware that +her shoulders were quivering with pain. +</p> +<p>With a little cry of pity, Marie ran to her, +and tenderly helped to remove her blouse. +The tears ran down her face when she saw +the red and swollen shoulders beneath. +</p> +<p>“Oh, my poor angel,” she mourned. “All +bruised and sore like that. For me. You +never should have done it.” +</p> +<p>Very sweetly she bathed the shoulders, +and when Eveley crept painfully into bed, she +arranged soft compresses of cotton and oil +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_262' name='page_262'></a>262</span> +for her to lie upon. And she asked, shyly, if +she might sit by the bed. +</p> +<p>“Until you fall asleep,” she pleaded. “I can +not leave you like this, when you are in such +pain,—for me.” +</p> +<p>“Come and sleep with me, then,” said Eveley. +“I do not want to let you go off alone, +either, when—something so terrible might +have happened to you.” +</p> +<p>Eagerly and with great joy Marie availed +herself of the privilege, and slipped into her +place beside Eveley. +</p> +<p>“If you suffer in the night, please ask me +to help you,” she begged. “I will not sleep, +but I do not wish to speak until I know you +are awake.” +</p> +<p>“You must sleep,” said Eveley. +</p> +<p>But Marie did not sleep. Sometimes Eveley +would moan a little, turning heavily, and +then, without a sound, Marie was out of bed, +replacing the bandages with fresh ones, +crooning softly over Eveley as a mother over +a suffering child. +</p> +<p>Fortunately the next day was Sunday, and +Eveley remained quietly on a couch, with +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_263' name='page_263'></a>263</span> +Marie waiting upon her like a tender Madonna. +Nolan came up, too, and insisted upon +the full story of what had happened. +</p> +<p>“I fell,” said Eveley positively. +</p> +<p>“You did not fall on your shoulder-blades,” +he said. “You girls have been up to some +monkey business, and I want to know.” +</p> +<p>After long insistence, Eveley told him of +the night’s adventure, Marie sitting erect and +rigid during the recital. +</p> +<p>“Where did you go, Marie?” he asked, in +deep concern. +</p> +<p>“I went too far,” she confessed regretfully. +“But it was an exquisite night, and I was +happy. I went down farther and farther, and +did not realize it. Suddenly I looked up, and +knew I was far, far down. I turned at once.—Then +some one called. A man’s voice. I +ran, and the steps came pounding after me.” +</p> +<p>“You must not go into the canyon at night +again, please, Marie. You are too young. +And—the canyon goes away down to the +water-front where there are a lot of Greasers +and—I mean, half-breeds,” he stammered +quickly, “all kinds of foreigners along the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_264' name='page_264'></a>264</span> +road down there! You must stay on top of +your canyon and be good.” +</p> +<p>The next morning, although Eveley knew +her arms were too stiff and sore for work, +she decided to go to the office anyhow to see +the day well started. +</p> +<p>“They will send me home, and I shall be +here for luncheon with you. I can not drive +yet, so I’ll just cross the bridge and go on the +street-car.” +</p> +<p>As she stood on the swinging bridge, looking +down into the lovely canyon, it seemed +impossible that there in the friendly shadows +such horrible dangers had menaced them. Of +a sudden impulse, she ran back, and climbed +carefully down to where she had clung so +grimly to the tangled vines and had knocked +Marie’s assailant from the path. +</p> +<p>No, it was no dream. The vines were torn +and mangled and on the path were the marks +of trampling feet, and peering down the canyon +she could discern two distinct trails +where the men had tumbled and reeled. She +slowly followed the trails, picking her way +carefully, clinging to bits of shrub. Her lips +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_265' name='page_265'></a>265</span> +curved into a grim smile as she pictured their +surprise and pain. At the foot of the canyon +she saw something shining among the rocks. +</p> +<p>She lifted it curiously, and turned it in her +hand. It was clean and shining,—a small +steel badge marked Secret Service. +</p> +<p>Eveley’s eyes clouded, and her brows took +on a troubled frown, as she put the badge +carefully into her purse. +</p> +<p>“I shall never tell Marie,” she said. “It +would not help much with the Americanization +of a sweet and trusting foreign girl to +know she had been followed at night by a +steel badge marked Secret Service.” +</p> +<p>And Eveley followed the path back to the +bridge again with a grieved and troubled air. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVII_SPONTANEOUS_COMBUSTION' id='XVII_SPONTANEOUS_COMBUSTION'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_266' name='page_266'></a>266</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h3>SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION</h3> +</div> + +<p>As the weeks passed, Eveley noticed a +change in the conduct of the honeymoon +home beneath her. Many times in the +early morning, she saw Mrs. Severs going out +with a covered basket and wearing an old long +coat and a tight-fitting small hat. And sometimes +she met her in the evening, coming +home, dusty, tired and happy. +</p> +<p>“I am going to father’s,” she would explain +lightly. Or, “I have been out with father +to-day.” +</p> +<p>And at the quizzical laughter in Eveley’s +eyes, she would add defiantly: “He is a darling, +Eveley, and I was very silly. Why didn’t +you bring me to my senses?” +</p> +<p>For Mrs. Severs was feeling less well than +usual, and in the long absence of her husband +every day, she was learning to depend +on the brusk, kindly, capable father-in-law. +And many days, when she was not well +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_267' name='page_267'></a>267</span> +enough to leave home, he came himself, and +the girls up-stairs could hear him in the kitchen +below, preparing dinner for Andy and +his ailing bride. +</p> +<p>“Whatever should I do without him, Miss +Ainsworth?” she sometimes asked. “He does +everything for me. And I think he likes me +pretty well, now he is getting used to me. +He is good to me,—his little funny ways are +not really funny any more, but rather sweet. +I spoiled everything with my selfishness, and +he will never try to live with us again.” +</p> +<p>One evening, when Father-in-law had been +particularly tender and helpful, she looked at +Eveley with brooding eyes, and said, “You +are such a nice girl, but I sort of blame you +because father is not with us. You are so +much cleverer than I,—couldn’t you have +opened my eyes before it was too late?” +</p> +<p>And Eveley ran up the stairs shaking her +slender fists in the air. “Deliver me from +brides,” she said devoutly to the rose in the +corner of her roof garden. “Grooms are bad +enough, but brides are utterly impossible. I +would not live with one for anything on earth. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_268' name='page_268'></a>268</span> +To think of the wretched life they were living +until I helped them to a proper adjustment,—and +now she holds me responsible. I +always said Father-in-law was the most desirable +member of the family.” +</p> +<p>But even he disappointed her. +</p> +<p>“Well, are you getting enough freedom?” +she asked him pleasantly one evening as she +met him coming in. +</p> +<p>He looked about cautiously before he answered. +“Excuse me, miss,” he said apologetically, +“but you are away off on some +things. Freedom is all right, but a little of it +goes a long ways. Sometimes folks like company. +She,” he said, with an explanatory +wave of his thumb toward the house, “she is +a pretty fair sort. I’ve got so danged sick of +having my own way that, Holy Mackinaw, +I’d try living with an orphan asylum for a +change. You see, I was just getting used to +her, and so I kind of miss her cluttering +around under foot.” +</p> +<p>Eveley was quite annoyed at this turn of +events, and her feeling of perturbation lasted +fully half-way up the rustic stairs. But by +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_269' name='page_269'></a>269</span> +the time she had crossed the roof garden and +swung through the window she was herself +again. She caught Marie about the shoulders +and danced her through the room with a +spinning whirl. +</p> +<p>“Such a lark,” she cried. “The most fun we +are going to have. Listen, sweetest thing in +the world, we are going to have a party to-night, +you and I, and Nolan and Jimmy Ames. +They are coming here, Jimmy for you of +course, for I always get Nolan if he is in the +party.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley,” gasped Marie, paling a little. +“I can’t. I—Mr. Hiltze said I should not meet +men, you know.” +</p> +<p>“Well, he is not the head of our family. +And besides, he will not know a thing about +this. You will love Jimmy Ames. I nearly do +myself. He is so big and blond and boyish,—you +know, the slow, good, lovey kind.” +</p> +<p>“But he’ll ask—” +</p> +<p>“Don’t worry. I know Jimmy Ames. After +one look at you, he will not be able to ask +questions for a month. Come, let’s hurry. +You must wear that exquisite little yellow +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_270' name='page_270'></a>270</span> +thing, and I’ll wear black to bring you out +nicely.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley, you mustn’t—” +</p> +<p>“Well, Nolan likes me in black, anyhow. He +says it makes me look heavenly, and of course +one ought to sustain an illusion like that if +possible. Now do not argue, Marie. We are +going to have a perfectly wonderful time, and +you will be as happy as a lark.” +</p> +<p>For a moment longer Marie hesitated, +frowning into space. Then she suddenly +brightened, and a wistful eagerness came into +her eyes. +</p> +<p>“Eveley, I am going to do whatever you +tell me. If you wish me to be of your party, +I will. And if you say, ‘Do not tell Mr. Hiltze,’ +I shall never tell him. And if you say, ‘Like +Mr. Ames,’ I shall adore him.” +</p> +<p>“That’s a nice girl,” cried Eveley, happily +whirling into her chair at the table and dropping +her hat upon the floor at her side. “I +couldn’t have planned anything nicer than +this. Kitty and Arnold often have parties +with us, but it will be much better having +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_271' name='page_271'></a>271</span> +you and Jimmy. He looks very smart in his +uniform.” +</p> +<p>“Uniform,” faltered Marie suddenly. +</p> +<p>“Yes,—Lieutenant Ames, you know,—Jimmy +Ames.” +</p> +<p>“Lieutenant? Oh, Eveley, please, let’s not. +I—am not fond of the military. I am afraid +of soldiers. Let me—Have some one else +dear, please. Get Kitty this time, won’t you? +I am afraid.” +</p> +<p>“Wait till you see Jimmy. He isn’t the +snoopy overbearing kind that you are used +to. Can’t you trust me yet, Marie? I wouldn’t +have you meet any one who would be unpleasant +or suspicious. You have found the rest +of my friends all right, haven’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Well, never mind,” Marie decided suddenly. +“I will come to the party, but do not ever +let Mr. Hiltze know, will you? He would be +raging.” +</p> +<p>“Marie, do you love Amos Hiltze?” +</p> +<p>“Love him! I hate him.” +</p> +<p>“Hate him? Then why in the world are you +so afraid of him? You obey every word he +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_272' name='page_272'></a>272</span> +says, and follow every suggestion he makes. +I thought you were great friends.” +</p> +<p>Marie flushed and paled swiftly. “It is because +I am grateful to him,” she said at last, +not meeting Eveley’s eyes. “He brought me +to you,—and he helps me,—and I am, willing +to do whatever he tells me except when you +wish something else. But I do not like him +personally by any means, and I wish he did +not come here so much.” +</p> +<p>“I thought you were friends,” Eveley repeated +confusedly. +</p> +<p>“He is in love with you—don’t you know +that?” +</p> +<p>“Yes,—perhaps so. But Angelo says men +can love two women simultaneously. Angelo +says there is something strange about his +bringing—I mean,” she interrupted herself +quickly, “Angelo wondered where he found +you, or—or something.” +</p> +<p>“Angelo is a good friend to you, Eveley. +You might pay better heed to his suggestions, +to your own good,” said Marie faintly. +</p> +<p>“I thought,—oh, I do not know what I +thought. Well, we can shunt Mr. Hiltze off +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_273' name='page_273'></a>273</span> +a little, if you wish. But you should not dislike +him. He is greatly interested in you, and +so full of enthusiasm and eagerness for this +Americanization idea. He has been a great +help to me, and he is very clever. And since +he brought us together we should love him a +little. Any one who struggles with Americanization +deserves my patriotic and sympathetic +interest, at least.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, I know.” And she added slowly: “One +can show enthusiasm for the things one hates +worst in the world,—if there is a secret reason.” +</p> +<p>“You do not mean Mr. Hiltze, do you?” +asked Eveley, with quiet loyalty. +</p> +<p>“No, to be sure not. I only said one could.” +</p> +<p>“Mr. Hiltze is nothing to us. Toss him +away. Come now, let’s doll up for our party.” +</p> +<p>They were two radiantly lovely girls who +stood in the little garden on the roof of the +sun parlor, waiting for the men who ran up +the wavering rustic stairs to join them. +</p> +<p>“Oh, girls,” cried Nolan plaintively, as he +saw them in their beauty. “It is not fair of +you to look like this. Marie, you are exquisite. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_274' name='page_274'></a>274</span> +Eveley, you ought to be ashamed of +yourself.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, we are,” said Eveley pleasantly. +“Jimmy, I want you to meet my darling and +adorable little friend, Marie Ledesma. This is +Lieutenant Ames, Marie.” +</p> +<p>Lieutenant Ames stood very tall and slim +and straight as he looked into Marie’s face. +Then he saw the soft appeal in her eyes. +</p> +<p>“Be good to me,” they seemed to beg, “be +generous, and kind.” +</p> +<p>It was in answer to this plea of the limpid +eyes that he held out his hand with sudden +impulse, and said: +</p> +<p>“Miss Ledesma, when Eveley speaks like +that, I know your friendship is a priceless +boon, and I want my share of it. I am receiving +a sort of psychic message that you and I +are destined to be good comrades.” +</p> +<p>A sudden wave of light swept over her +lovely face, and her lips parted in a happy +smile. +</p> +<p>“Lieutenant Ames,” she whispered in her +soft voice, “do you really feel so? And then +you also are my friend?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_275' name='page_275'></a>275</span></p> +<p>“Jimmy Ames, you stop that,” cried Eveley. +“Marie belongs to me, and you must not +even try to supplant me. I won’t have it. +Come on in, everybody, and let’s play, play, +play to our heart’s content.” +</p> +<p>Marie went through the window first, with +a light slender swing of her feet. But Eveley, +as always plunging impulsively, lost her +balance and fell among the cushions. Nolan +and the lieutenant followed laughing. +</p> +<p>“We must take a day off and teach Eveley +the approved method of making entrance to a +social gathering,” said Nolan. “Are you all +black and blue, you poor child?” he asked, +helping her up, for she had waited patiently +for his assistance. +</p> +<p>It was a wonderfully happy party. They +played the Victrola, and danced merrily +through the two rooms, around the reading +table, through the archway, winding among +the chairs in the dining-room. When they +were tired, Marie brought her mandolin,—for +having remarked once idly that she could +play it, Eveley that night had brought her +one as a little gift of love. And she played +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_276' name='page_276'></a>276</span> +soft Spanish love-songs, singing in her pretty +lilting voice. Then altogether they prepared +their supper and because the night was still +young and lovely, and they were happy and +free from pressing care, they decided suddenly +for a drive. They crossed the bay on the +ferry to Coronado, and went down on the +sands of the beach for a while, standing +quietly to watch the silver tips of the waves +shining in the pale moonlight. Then they +drove out the Silver Strand and so home once +more. +</p> +<p>Before they parted, they arranged for another +party, two nights later, and after long +discussion agreed that it should be an evening +swimming party in the bay at Coronado, +with a hot supper afterward in the Cloud +Cote. +</p> +<p>“How did you like our Lieutenant Jimmy?” +Eveley demanded, as soon as they were alone. +</p> +<p>“He is incomparable,” said Marie simply. +</p> +<p>“I knew it,” cried Eveley ecstatically. +“Nolan and I both said so. Spontaneous combustion, +that is what it was. Come and sleep +with me again to-night. It is such fun to go +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_277' name='page_277'></a>277</span> +to bed and turn out the light and talk. Did +you ever do it?” +</p> +<p>“No, my life has not been of that kind.” +</p> +<p>“But you will learn. I never saw any one +learn as quickly as you do,—especially things +about men.—Now I shall begin by telling you +how adorable Nolan is, and you must interrupt +me to say how wonderful Jimmy is.—Did +you ever have a sweetheart, Marie?” +</p> +<p>Then she added quickly: “Wait, wait. I—I +did not mean to ask questions,—Excuse me, +I am sorry. Let’s talk of something else.” +</p> +<p>“No, let’s talk of lovers,” said Marie, +snuggling close to Eveley, her head lying +against her shoulder. “I have never had the +regular kind of a lover,—your kind,—the +kind that women want. My life was full of +war and horrors, and I had not time for the +thrills of love. And the men I knew were not +the men that one would wish to love one.” +</p> +<p>“Then, this is your chance,” said Eveley +happily. “Now I am positively sure that one +of these days you will be a matchless American +woman. You are just ripe and ready for +love. You can’t escape it, you sweet thing, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_278' name='page_278'></a>278</span> +even if you could wish. War and horrors +were left behind in your old home. Here in +your new home you will know only peace and +contentment and love. Aren’t you glad I +adopted you? We must give Mr. Hiltze credit +for that anyhow, mustn’t we?” +</p> +<p>There was a sudden tension in the slender +figure at her side. “Eveley, are you so innocent? +Do you never attribute evil motives +to any one? Do you always believe only good +and beautiful and lovely things of those you +meet?” +</p> +<p>“Well, I have no real reason for thinking +mean or ugly things of any one—not really. +I never had any horrors in my life until the +war came. I have just lived along serenely +and contentedly, and being fairly nice and +kind, I have no guilty conscience to trouble +me, and no one has ever been hateful or mean +to me—not in anything that really counted.” +</p> +<p>Both were silent a moment, thinking, each +in her different way, of the contrast in their +lives. Then Eveley went on, more slowly: +</p> +<p>“I feel sometimes that we are living on the +crest of a terrible upheaval—that we are on +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_279' name='page_279'></a>279</span> +the edge of a seething volcano which is +threatening and rumbling beneath us, each +day growing fiercer and more ominous, and +that presently may come chaos, and we on the +crater of life will be dragged down into the +furnace with the rest. I suppose,” she added +apologetically, “it is because of the conditions +that always follow a war, the political unrest, +the social chaos, the anarchistic tendencies +of every one. I am not in the midst of things +enough to understand them, but even up here +on the top of our canyon, we sometimes get +a blast of the hot air from below, and it +troubles us. Then we try to forget, and go +on with our playing. But the volcano still +rumbles beneath.” +</p> +<p>Eveley slipped her hand out to take Marie’s +and found it icy cold. +</p> +<p>“Did—did you ever feel so before?” asked +Marie in a low strange voice. “That you +were living on the rim of a volcano, ready to +catch and crush you?” +</p> +<p>“No, not before. It is just now—after the +war. Conditions were never the same before.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_280' name='page_280'></a>280</span></p> +<p>Then Marie burst into a passion of tears. +“It is my fault,” she sobbed. “It is because +I am here. All my life I have lived in the +crater of a volcano, and I have brought it +upon you. It is a curse I carry with me. It +is the chaos from which I have come, and to +which I must go again when I leave you—it +is that which destroys your peace.” +</p> +<p>Frightened and astonished, Eveley soothed +her, cradling her in her arms. “You little +silly,” she said tenderly. “You dear little +goose. Don’t you believe any such nonsense +as that. We are in a condition of turmoil, +our United States and all the rest of the +world. It is not the affairs of your Mexico +that worry me—it is the tempest in my own +country. And don’t you ever talk any more +about going back. You shall never go back. +You are to stay here with me forever and +ever, world without end, amen. You will, +won’t you?” +</p> +<p>Marie only stirred a little, and did not answer. +</p> +<p>“Marie,” cried Eveley, her voice sharp with +fear. “Do you ever think really of going back +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_281' name='page_281'></a>281</span> +to—that? Answer me.” And she gripped +Marie’s soft shoulder with strong fingers. +</p> +<p>“I do not think any more,” said Marie gently. +“But one always has a feeling that one +must return whence one has come, do you not +think? It is only that. It seems incredible +that I, alone out of our struggling thousands, +should be let to come away and live serenely +in a cloud cote, does it not? And the struggle +in Mexico goes on.” +</p> +<p>“The same kind of peace and contentment +will come to all your country when the world +is settled down to law and order once more,” +said Eveley, with the sublime faith of the +young and the unsuffering. “It just takes +time. And God was good enough to carry +you away before the end of the conflict. Just +wait. When our country is thoroughly Americanized, +and returns to joyful work and love +and life again, the contagion will spread to +your people, and peace will reign there also. +So do not talk any more nonsense about leaving +me. Now let’s go back to the beginning, +and talk about—the men.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XVIII_CONVERTS_OF_LOVE' id='XVIII_CONVERTS_OF_LOVE'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_282' name='page_282'></a>282</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h3>CONVERTS OF LOVE</h3> +</div> + +<p>A very warm intimacy developed rapidly +between the four friends, and every +evening for nearly two weeks found them +joyfully, even riotously, making merry together +in the Cloud Cote. As Eveley had +prophesied, Lieutenant Ames was hopelessly +lost from the first, and Marie yielded herself +very readily to the charm of an ardent +wooing. +</p> +<p>But with Eveley, Marie was different, more +quiet, less demonstrative, sometimes plainly +listless and absent-minded. Eveley ascribed +the change to her newly developed interest in +Lieutenant Ames, and patiently awaited the +outcome of the ripening romance. For Eveley +had a deep-seated sympathy with every appeal +of love. +</p> +<p>For many weeks she had received no word +from Miriam Landis. Although she had +passed in an hour from all connection with +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_283' name='page_283'></a>283</span> +their daily plans, yet she was never far from +their thought. Even without their tender +and sympathetic memories, they could not +have forgotten her, for her husband was a +frequent and always tumultuous visitor in the +Cote. +</p> +<p>He invariably began talking before he was +through the window, and his first words +were unfailingly the same. +</p> +<p>“I can’t stand it, Eveley, I simply can’t +stand it. You’ve got to do something +about it.” +</p> +<p>Again and again he came with this appeal, +always overlooking the fact that Eveley had +no faintest idea of Miriam’s whereabouts, +for, true to her word, she had kept her hiding-place +unknown to them all. +</p> +<p>Then for several weeks he did not come, +and Eveley felt that perhaps he was reconciled, +and had returned to his old pursuit of +secluded ballroom corners. But Nolan assured +her of the injustice of this. Lem had +forsaken all his former haunts, and had become +a recluse, brooding alone in his deserted +home. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_284' name='page_284'></a>284</span></p> +<p>“It will do him good, even if it does not +last,” Nolan said. “Almost any one would +grieve for a woman like Miriam for a few +months.” +</p> +<p>“Perhaps it is permanent this time, and +there will be a reconciliation, and both live +happily ever after,” said Eveley, with her +usual buoyant faith in the cheerful outcome. +</p> +<p>Gordon Cameron she had seen only once +since Miriam’s departure, and that was when +he came at her request to receive Miriam’s +message. He had listened quietly, while she +repeated the words of her friend. +</p> +<p>“I expected it, of course,” he said at last +gravely. “The pity of it is that her little revolution +was so hopeless from the beginning. +As long as a woman loves her husband, she +can not hope for happiness, nor even for forgetfulness.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, she does not love her husband any +more,” said Eveley confidently. “Not a bit. +She is over that long ago.” +</p> +<p>“That was the whole trouble,” he insisted. +“If she had not loved him, she could have +stood it and gone her way. But loving him, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_285' name='page_285'></a>285</span> +the situation was impossible for a woman of +spirit and pride. Well, there is always one +to pay in every triangle, and this time the +bill comes to me. But I had anticipated that +from the beginning. She is a wonderful woman.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think she will go back to her husband?” +asked Eveley breathlessly. +</p> +<p>“I hardly think so. She might as well, +though; perhaps it would be better. She can +not be happy without him, and she was certainly +not happy with him. It is only a +choice of miseries. As long as she loves him, +she will suffer for it. I begin to think that +one who loves can not be happy.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, one can. One is,” asserted Eveley +positively. +</p> +<p>“Perhaps I should say, when one is married +to it,” he added, with a sober smile for her +assurance. +</p> +<p>Then he had gone away, and when Lem’s +pleadings had suddenly ceased, Eveley felt +that the little tempest would live its life, and +die its death, and perhaps Miriam at least +would find happiness in the lull that followed. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_286' name='page_286'></a>286</span></p> +<p>So it was something of a shock to have her +pleasant Sunday morning nap disturbed by +Lem pounding briskly upon her window. +</p> +<p>“Get up, immediately,” he said in an assertive +voice quite different from his futile +and inane pleadings of a short while before. +“Hurry, Eveley, I want you. Dress for motoring, +my car is here. I shall wait in the +garden—give you ten minutes.” +</p> +<p>“He must want me for a bridesmaid for his +second wedding,” thought Eveley resentfully, +as she hurriedly dressed. But accustomed to +obey the calls of friendship, she put on a +heavy sport skirt and sweater, and had even +pulled her soft hat over her curls before she +went to the window. +</p> +<p>“I am ready, but I do not approve of it,” +she began rather unpleasantly. +</p> +<p>“You’d better take a doughnut, or a roll, +or an orange, or something, for we have no +time for breakfast,” he said in the same assertive +voice. “She will not be back until +afternoon, Miss Ledesma. Sorry if it interferes +with any of your plans, but it can not +be helped. Get your coat, quickly, Eveley.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_287' name='page_287'></a>287</span></p> +<p>“It does interfere with our plans,” she said +crossly. “We were going up to the mountains +for a beefsteak fry with Jimmy and Nolan.” +</p> +<p>“Never mind,” said Marie softly. “It may +come another Sunday. Mr. Landis seems to +need you.” +</p> +<p>“All ready, Eveley? Let me help you. +Good-by, Miss Ledesma.” +</p> +<p>And Eveley found herself marching briskly +down the rustic steps away from her own +plan and her own desire, and with no knowledge +of what lay before her. +</p> +<p>“You might at least tell me where we are +going,” she said at last, after he had hurried +her into the car and started away. +</p> +<p>“To see Miriam,” he answered. +</p> +<p>“Oh!” Eveley’s voice was a long gasp. She +was content to wait after that for his explanation, +although it was very slow in coming. +</p> +<p>“She is at a ranch up in the mountains,” +he said finally. “About fifty miles. We just +located her last night. I have been looking, +for her all the time. You are going to talk +to her for me.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_288' name='page_288'></a>288</span></p> +<p>“Oh, am I?” +</p> +<p>“Yes. I was afraid to come alone for fear +she would not see me. She will not refuse to +see you.” +</p> +<p>“Do you mind telling me what I am going +to say to her?” +</p> +<p>He was silent a while, thinking. “She refused +to take any money from me,” he said, +presently. “And she has very little. If she +persists in this, she will have to work for her +living. Miriam can not do that.” +</p> +<p>“No,” said Eveley softly. +</p> +<p>“She does not want me for a husband yet,” +he said humbly. “And that is right. But I +must have Miriam, and she shall never have +any one else but me—not that I think she +would ever want anybody else. You are to +tell Miriam she must come home, and live her +life just as she wishes and do as she pleases +in everything, and allow me to be a servant +for her, to provide what she wants and needs, +to take care of her if she is sick. Tell her +she may have any friends she likes, lovers +even if she wishes, but that she must let me +work for her.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_289' name='page_289'></a>289</span></p> +<p>Eveley laid her hand affectionately upon +his arm. “I have never done you justice, +Lem; forgive me. I think Miriam will come +home. I hope she will.” +</p> +<p>“She has to. And after a while, when she +sees in me what she used to think was there, +she will love me again. But in the meantime, +I shall ask nothing and expect nothing. But +Miriam has got to be in the house.” +</p> +<p>Eveley only spoke once after that. +</p> +<p>“If she will not come?” +</p> +<p>He turned upon her then, a sudden grim +smile lighting his face. “I know what I shall +do then,” he said. “But you will think it is +madness. If she refuses to come, I shall +make the necessary arrangements, and kidnap +her. She’s got to come.” +</p> +<p>Eveley burst into quick laughter at the picture +that came to her—a picture of the old-time, +immaculate Lem of the ballrooms, carrying +his wife away into the mountains to +live a cave-man life. +</p> +<p>He laughed with her, but the dead-set of +his face remained. “It sounds like a joke,” +he admitted. “But I have made up my mind. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_290' name='page_290'></a>290</span> +Miriam is mine, and I am going to have her. +We’ll just go up into the mountains for a few +months, and she will see that I am cured.” +</p> +<p>Mile after mile they drove in silence up the +steep mountain grades, and after a long time +he drew the car off beside the road under a +cluster of trees. +</p> +<p>“That is the ranch, but I will not drive in. +If she saw us coming she would not talk to us, +so you must catch her unawares. I shall wait +here for you. You’d better not tell her I am +going to kidnap her, I think I would rather +take her by surprise. She has to come, +Eve, now make her see it. Just a servant +that is all I want to be to her for a while. But +she did love me, and she will again.” +</p> +<p>So Eveley walked swiftly up the drive to +the house, keeping in the shadow as much as +possible, surprised to know that after all the +years of her disgust for the husband of her +friend, her sympathies now were all with +him. +</p> +<p>At the kitchen door she assumed her most +winsome and disarming smile and asked for +Mrs. Landis. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_291' name='page_291'></a>291</span></p> +<p>“She does not wish to see any one,” said +the woman quickly. “She said particularly +that she would not see any callers.” +</p> +<p>“But she will see me, I am sure,” said +Eveley coaxingly. “You ask her. Tell her +it is Eveley Ainsworth. She always sees me.” +</p> +<p>“But she told me particularly,” repeated +the woman. “And she is not here anyhow. +She has gone over the hill. She likes to be +among the pines. She is not well, either. I +am sorry, miss, but she is not here, and she +would not see you if she were.” +</p> +<p>“How far is it to the hill? And does she +stay long?” +</p> +<p>“It is not far,” said the woman, with a +wave of her hand toward the east. “But she +will not come home for luncheon. She has +no appetite. And the boys are out, so I have +no one to send for her. I am sorry, miss.” +</p> +<p>“You think there is no use to wait, then?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, no use at all, miss. She will be gone +for hours, and she would not see you if she +were here.” +</p> +<p>“Tell her I came, won’t you? Eveley Ainsworth. +Thank you.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_292' name='page_292'></a>292</span></p> +<p>And with another disarming smile Eveley +turned back to the path. But as soon as she +was out of sight of the house, she slipped off +through the trees, and started on a light run +for the pine grove on the hill to the east. +</p> +<p>“As Lem says, poor thing, she has to,” she +said to herself, with a smile. And very soon +she was among the big pines, looking eagerly +back and forth, quite determined not to return +to Lem until she had seen Miriam and +talked her into reason. And so at last she +came upon her, sitting somberly under the +big trees, her back against a huge boulder, +staring away down the mountains into the +haze of the sea in the west, where her husband +lived in the city by the bay. +</p> +<p>“Miriam,” Eveley called in a ringing voice, +and ran joyously down the path. +</p> +<p>Miriam sprang up to meet her. “Eveley!” +she cried, catching her hands eagerly. And +then, “Have you seen—Lem? Is he—all +right?” +</p> +<p>Eveley held her hands a moment, looking +searchingly into the thin face and the +shadowy eyes. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_293' name='page_293'></a>293</span></p> +<p>“Revolutions are hard work, aren’t they?” +she asked with deep sympathy. +</p> +<p>“Oh, Eveley, they are killing, heart-breaking, +soul-wracking,” she cried. “And yet of +course it was right and best for me to come,” +she added gravely. “Does Lem seem to—miss +me?” And there was wistfulness in her +voice. +</p> +<p>“He is out there now,” said Eveley, waving +her hand toward the road. “He brought me +up.” +</p> +<p>At the first word, Miriam had turned quickly, +ready to run down—not to the house for +shelter, but to the car for comfort. But she +stopped in a moment, and came back. +</p> +<p>“I shall not see him, of course,” she said +quietly. +</p> +<p>“I brought a message from him. He says +you must come home, Miriam, he says his +madness is all purged away, and that you are +his and he must have you. But he wants you +to come and live your own life and do as you +wish, only allowing him, to stay in the home +not as your husband, but as your servant +until you learn to love and trust him again. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_294' name='page_294'></a>294</span> +He says you must come, and let him work for +you, and take care of you.” +</p> +<p>Miriam’s face was very white, and her eyes +deep wells of pain. +</p> +<p>“Poor Lem!” she said tenderly. “So sweet—and +so weak.” +</p> +<p>“I think he is finding strength,” said +Eveley. +</p> +<p>For a long time, the two girls stood there, +side by side, Eveley looking into the haze of +the sea miles below, Miriam staring down +through the pines to where she knew a car +might be waiting in the shadows. +</p> +<p>“We must not keep him waiting,” she said +at last. +</p> +<p>Without a word, they turned, hand in hand +and started down to the road again. When +she saw the little, well-known car beneath the +trees, and Lem standing rigid beside it, she +caught her breath suddenly. Eveley would +have hung back, to let her greet her husband +alone, but Miriam clung to her hand and +pulled her forward. +</p> +<p>He came to meet them, awkwardly, a gleam +of hope in his eyes, but meekness in his manner. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_295' name='page_295'></a>295</span> +He held out his hand, and Miriam with +a little flutter dropped her own into it, pulling +it quickly away again. +</p> +<p>“Are you—all right, Lem? You look—thin,” +she said with shy solicitude. +</p> +<p>“I feel thin,” he replied grimly. “Are—you +coming with us?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, of course,” said Eveley. +</p> +<p>“Yes, of course,” Miriam echoed faintly. +</p> +<p>“Shall I drive?” suggested Eveley, anticipating +complete reconciliation for the two in +their first moment of privacy. +</p> +<p>“I will drive,” said Lem. “You girls sit in +the back. Did Eveley explain that I only expect +to be—your driver, and your valet, and +your servant—for a while.” +</p> +<p>Tears brightened in Miriam’s eyes. “Oh, +Lem,” she cried, holding out her hands. +“How can people talk of servants who have +loved—as we have loved?” +</p> +<p>Eveley immediately went into a deep and +concentrated study of the rear tires, for +Miriam was close in her husband’s arms, and +his tears were falling upon her fragrant +curls. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_296' name='page_296'></a>296</span></p> +<p>After a while, he held her away from him +and looked into her tender face. +</p> +<p>“It isn’t—you aren’t coming, then, just because +it is your duty to give me every +chance,” he whispered. +</p> +<p>“Oh, no, dear, just because I love you.” +</p> +<p>Eveley was still utterly immersed in the +condition of the tires. +</p> +<p>“We’ll try it again, Lem—” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Miriam,” he broke in, “it isn’t any +trial this time. This is marriage.” +</p> +<p>Eventually they got started toward home +and had driven many miles before Miriam noticed +that her uncovered hair was blowing in +the wind, and remembered that she had left +the ranch without notice and that all her +things were there. But what were simple +things and formal notices when human +hearts were finding happiness and faith? +</p> +<p>In the Cloud Cote, Eve’s friends were patiently +awaiting her return. Nolan was reading +poetry aloud to himself in the roof +garden, and Lieutenant Ames was laboriously +picking chords on the piano, with +Marie near him strumming on the mandolin. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_297' name='page_297'></a>297</span></p> +<p>The first creak of the rustic stair brought +them all to the landing to greet her. +</p> +<p>“Reconciliation,” shouted Nolan, before she +was half-way up. “Miriam is home, and they +have already lived happily ever after.” +</p> +<p>Eveley began immediately to give an account +of the day’s happenings standing motionless +on the third step from the top until +she finished her recital. +</p> +<p>Then she went back down, and gave an impatient +tap on the seventh stair. +</p> +<p>“Well, you started something,” she said to +it solemnly. “And you ought to be satisfied +now, if anybody is. To-morrow I shall crown +you with a wreath of laurel.” +</p> +<p>Then she went up again. “Does this do +anything to your theory about duty?” asked +Nolan. “Does it prove it, or disprove it, or +what? I can not seem to get any connection.” +</p> +<p>“But there is a connection,” she said, with a +smile. “It absolutely and everlastingly proves +the Exception.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley Ainsworth, don’t ever say exception +again until you can explain it,” cried +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_298' name='page_298'></a>298</span> +Nolan. “I dream of exceptions by night, and +I legalize them by day. Be a nice girl, and do +a good deed this Sabbath Day by expounding +the virtues of the One Exception.” +</p> +<p>But Eveley was hungry, and said she could +not expound anything when her system +clamored for tea. +</p> +<p>Eveley’s Sabbath, however, was not yet +ended. While she was blissfully sipping her +tea, the three she loved best in the world +about her, there came a gentle tap upon her +window, and Mrs. Severs walked in. +</p> +<p>“So sorry to bother you, Miss Ainsworth,” +she began apologetically, “but I want to ask +a favor. Father is moving back with us to-day, +and—” +</p> +<p>“What!” +</p> +<p>“Yes, indeed he is,” she cried blithely. “I +was so lonesome, and some days I am so ill, +that I asked him as a personal favor if he +wouldn’t come and try me just once more, and +he said, Holy Mackinaw! he had been aching +to do that very thing.” +</p> +<p>“Well,” Eveley said judiciously, “I suppose +you will all be satisfied now that you are back +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_299' name='page_299'></a>299</span> +in your old rut wretchedly doing your duty +by each other.” +</p> +<p>“I should say not,” denied Mrs. Severs +promptly. “I asked father to come because +I—like him awfully much, and it is so lonely +without him, and he is coming because he +missed us and is fond of us, and there isn’t +any duty about it. You have converted us. +We do not believe in duty.” +</p> +<p>“And the favor?” +</p> +<p>“Yes—father is bringing the flivver of +course—and the garage is so big. Do you +mind if we keep it there with your car? We +will pay any extra rent, of course.” +</p> +<p>“Keep it there by all means,” said Eveley +generously. “And there is no rent. And +when I get stuck anywhere I shall expect you +to tow me home for love.” And when Mrs. +Severs had gone, Eveley said: “Make another +pot of tea, please, Marie. Make two +pots—three if you like.” +</p> +<p>“Pretty hard to keep some people properly +adjusted, isn’t it?” asked Nolan soberly, but +with laughter in his eyes. +</p> +<p>“What is proved by the case of Father-in-law +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_300' name='page_300'></a>300</span> +and the Bride, Eveley?” asked Marie +with a soft teasing smile as she refilled +Eveley’s cup. +</p> +<p>But Eveley went into a remote corner of +the room, and brandished the bread knife for +protection, before she cried triumphantly: +</p> +<p>“The Exception. It is another positive +proof of the utter efficacy of my One Exception.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XIX_SHE_DOUBTS_HER_THEORY' id='XIX_SHE_DOUBTS_HER_THEORY'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_301' name='page_301'></a>301</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h3>SHE DOUBTS HER THEORY</h3> +</div> + +<p>One morning Eveley telephoned from the +office to Marie that she would not be +home for dinner that night, as she was going +with Kitty to hear the minute details of her +engagement, and the plans of her coming +marriage with Arnold. She assured Marie +that she would be home early, begged her not +to be lonesome, cautioned her once more not +to venture into the canyon after nightfall, +and went serenely on her way. +</p> +<p>At ten o’clock that night she guided her +car into the garage whistling boyishly, and +ran up the rustic stairs, stopping with painful +suddenness on the landing as she observed +there was no light in the Cote. +</p> +<p>“Marie,” she called, “Marie!” +</p> +<p>She looked anxiously over the little roof +garden, and peered down to the canyon. +Twice she went up to the window, and each +time drew back again, afraid to enter. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_302' name='page_302'></a>302</span></p> +<p>She leaned over the railing on the roof, calling +aimlessly and hopelessly. +</p> +<p>“Marie, Marie!” +</p> +<p>A moment later she heard a light step below, +“Oh, Marie,” she cried and her voice was +a sob. +</p> +<p>“It’s me, Miss Eveley, what’s the matter?” +</p> +<p>It was only Angelo running up the steps +to her. +</p> +<p>“Angelo, what are you doing here?” she +demanded sharply, her nerves on edge. +</p> +<p>“Oh, I was just fooling around,” he said +evasively. “I thought I heard you calling.” +</p> +<p>But Eveley’s nerves were too highly strung +this night to brook an idle answer. She +caught him by the shoulder. +</p> +<p>“Tell me where you have been and what +you were doing,” and there was something +like suspicion in her voice. +</p> +<p>And then suddenly the little bit of foreign +flotsam became a man, to give her courage. +</p> +<p>“Come inside and sit down,” he said authoritatively. +“I’ll tell you what I’ve been +doing, but don’t stand out here like this and +get yourself all worked up for nothing.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_303' name='page_303'></a>303</span></p> +<p>He threw up the window, and went in first, +turning on the light, and Eveley followed him +numbly. +</p> +<p>“Now sit down and I’ll tell you. I have +been sleeping in the garage ever since you +got mixed up with that bunch of Bolshevists +and—er Greasers. I thought something +might happen and I’ve sort of stuck around. +I had a key made to the garage, and I’ve got +a nice bed fixed up in the attic.” +</p> +<p>Eveley held out her hand with a faint +smile. “You are a good friend, Angelo, sure +enough. But there was no danger. And oh, +where can my Marie have gone?” +</p> +<p>“Are her things here?” +</p> +<p>Acting instantly upon the suggestion, +Eveley ran into the other room followed closely +by Angelo. Every slightest scrap and +shred that had been Marie’s had disappeared. +</p> +<p>“Maybe she left a note somewhere,” said +Angelo. +</p> +<p>Frantically Eveley flashed through the +small rooms, searching eagerly for some final +word or token. But there was nothing to be +found. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_304' name='page_304'></a>304</span></p> +<p>“Some one has kidnapped her,” she cried, +wringing her hands. “We must phone the +police.” +</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t do that—not yet. I’d phone +for Mr. Nolan first. Let me do it. And why +don’t you go down-stairs and ask them if +they saw any one around here to-day, or saw +her leaving?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, Angelo, that is fine,” she cried. “I’ll +go—and you phone Nolan quickly.” +</p> +<p>By the time she returned, Nolan was on +his way to the Cote. +</p> +<p>“She—she left herself—just walked away +with her bag—alone,” said Eveley faintly. “I +am afraid she did not—care for me.” And +there was sorrow in her voice. +</p> +<p>“Oh, sure she did,” said Angela reassuringly. +“That’s why she left I guess. She may +be in bad in some way, and so she went off +not to get you mixed up in it.” +</p> +<p>“Do you think that, Angelo? Do you +really? But she should not have gone for +that. I would have stood by Marie through +any kind of trouble.” +</p> +<p>Angelo walked impatiently about the room, +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_305' name='page_305'></a>305</span> +fingering endless little objects, puzzling in his +mind what to say and what to do. +</p> +<p>“He could be here if he had taken a taxi,” +he said restlessly. “I told him to beat it.” +</p> +<p>“We might phone Mr. Hiltze,” said Eveley +suddenly. “He may know where to find her.” +</p> +<p>Angelo smiled scornfully at that. “Aw +gee, Miss Eveley, ain’t you on to them yet? +Sure they are working in cahoots.” +</p> +<p>Eveley sat down at once and folded her +hands. “Now, Angelo, tell me everything +you know, or suspect about them. Begin at +the beginning. You may be wrong, but let +me hear it.” +</p> +<p>But before Angelo could begin his little +story, Nolan came springing up the steps, and +knew in a word all they had to tell. +</p> +<p>“Sit down now, Nolan, and listen. Angelo +thinks he knows something.” +</p> +<p>“Well, when Carranza got in, a lot of Mexicans +had to get out. Political refugees they +call them. Marie is one of them.” +</p> +<p>“That is no secret,” said Eveley. “She told +me that herself. And it is nothing to her discredit—rather +the opposite I should think.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_306' name='page_306'></a>306</span></p> +<p>“Yes, but they are looking ahead to the +next election. That guy Obregon has promised +to let all the refugees come back free +and easy if he is elected, and no questions +asked. But they’ve got such a lot running +for president, that maybe they won’t elect +anybody and then Carranza will stick on himself. +And so the refugees on this side are +working up a new little revolution of their +own, to spring on Carranza the day after the +election. And that is against the law, and +the Secret Service is on to it, and after them +hot and heavy.” +</p> +<p>“The Secret Service,” said Eveley slowly. +“The Secret Service.” +</p> +<p>She crossed the room, and from her bag +took out a small bit of steel which she had +carried there for weeks. +</p> +<p>“The Secret Service,” she said again, and +held the badge tightly in her hand. +</p> +<p>“What have you there, Eveley?” asked +Nolan. +</p> +<p>“Nothing,” she said, gripping it so tightly +the sharp edges cut into her hand. “Just a +little souvenir—of Marie. That is all.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_307' name='page_307'></a>307</span></p> +<p>“Well, is there anything else, Angelo?” +</p> +<p>“That guy Hiltze is a crook, too. He’s +what you call a Red. He’s mixed up with +all the funny business going on.” +</p> +<p>“Are you sure, Angelo? You must only +tell us what you really know.” +</p> +<p>“Well, they’ve got a lot of crazy shacks +around town, and they hold meetings. My +dad goes to ’em. So a few times I went, too. +This guy Hiltze does the talking. He’s got +enough money. He don’t have to sell autos +for a living, he does that for a blind, just +like he strings Miss Eveley on the Americanization +hot-air stuff.” +</p> +<p>“Did you ever hear him speak?” asked +Nolan. +</p> +<p>“Sure. He says they are chasing him from +cellar to garret, from mountain to desert. +He says they are the damned rich, and they +got to keep him harried to earth so they can +grind the laborers under their heel. He gives +’em all money for doing things, and hauling +stuff, and getting things across the border. +I was there. He says they must pray God to +strengthen them to fight to the last ditch. He +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_308' name='page_308'></a>308</span> +says the army and navy are the slaves of the +God of Money.” +</p> +<p>“I know he had rather—advanced ideas,” +said Eveley gravely. “But these are such +troublous times. Every one feels the lack, +and the need in the social life. He may have +gone too far—but these are the days that try +one’s soul. If it was only talk—” +</p> +<p>“Aw gee,” interrupted Angelo. “They +ain’t got no room to talk. I know all about +that stuff. I was over there with the rest +of ’em, and I know. We slept on straw, and +dressed in rags, and lived like dogs. And +they come to a decent country, and get soured +because they ain’t fed up on chicken and wine +like a lord. It’s a darn’ sight more than they +ever had before, and the Secret Service needs +to watch ’em. For they’re the ones that did +for Russia—yes, and they’re doing it for +Germany now, and trying it on Italy.” +</p> +<p>The Secret Service—the diagnostician of +social unrest, with professional finger on the +pulse of the foreign element—had that finger +touched the wrist of Marie? +</p> +<p>“But this isn’t finding my Marie,” said +Eveley. “I want her.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_309' name='page_309'></a>309</span></p> +<p>“Let’s call Lieutenant Ames,” said Nolan +suddenly. “I rather imagine this will hit +him.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, poor Jimmy,” cried Eveley. “He told +me he wanted to marry her.” +</p> +<p>Far into the night, they puzzled and pondered, +not knowing which way to turn, but +all in their love of Marie resolved that she +must be found and saved again from the +chaos. The next day, against the advice of +all the others, Eveley sent word to Amos +Hiltze and seemed to feel some comfort in his +evident surprise and perturbation. +</p> +<p>“I can not understand it,” he said. “She +was so happy, and loved you so much. I will +look for her. She may have taken fright at +something—but what could it possibly have +been?” +</p> +<p>“Tell her I do not care what has happened, +nor what she fears. She must come to me +and I will help her.” +</p> +<p>In spite of the insistence of Nolan, Angelo +and Jimmy Ames, Eveley would have given +the matter into the hands of the police, trusting +to her own promises and her own standing +to save Marie from whatever they held +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_310' name='page_310'></a>310</span> +against her. But at her first suggestion of +this to Amos Hiltze, he took a most positive +stand against it. +</p> +<p>“If you do that, you have lost her forever. +It is the police she fears. She would never +forgive you for putting her into their hands, +even if you could afterward extricate her. +You must not dream of such a thing.” +</p> +<p>So Eveley gave it up and tried to reconcile +herself to patient waiting, and to prayers of +faith, determined to believe that the persistent +search going on in all sections of the +town would be effective, and believing still +more fervently that God must return to her +again the sister she had learned to love. +</p> +<p>This time, because Eveley was suffering +no one connected the disappearance of Marie +with Eveley’s theory of duty. And to herself +Eveley made no claims, not even for her +favorite Exception. +</p> +<p>For if Marie had loved her, would she not +have left at least one word of sympathy, and +affection, in farewell? Indeed, if she had +loved her, would she not have preferred the +investigation of the Secret Service to separation? +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_311' name='page_311'></a>311</span> +For Eveley would have braved every +court in the country for her little foreign sister. +</p> +<p>She tried to interest herself in the affairs +of her friends, as of old. She tried to return +to her old whimsical routine of living alone +in her Cloud Cote, but from being a little nook +of laughter and love, it became ineffably +dreary and dull. And Eveley was suffering +not only because her love had been slighted +and her hospitality abused, but because +everything she had undertaken had failed. +Americanization—what was it? For to Marie +she had given every good thing in her power—and +Marie had used her as long as she +could be of service, and then had gone back +to her own life, to her own people. +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XX_SHE_PROVES_HER_PRINCIPLE' id='XX_SHE_PROVES_HER_PRINCIPLE'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_312' name='page_312'></a>312</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h3>SHE PROVES HER PRINCIPLE</h3> +</div> + +<p>All of Eveley’s friends, realizing the +loneliness and the sickness of heart +which possessed her, united to plan little +entertainments and bits of amusement for +her. And Eveley accepted their plans gratefully, +and acted upon their suggestions +gladly, but the bitterness remained in her +heart. +</p> +<p>“I loved that girl,” she would say to herself. +“How could she do such a thing to any +one who loved her? It isn’t as if I had only +tried to do what was right and kind by her. +She owed me something for all that love.” +</p> +<p>One evening she went to Eileen’s for a rollicking +dinner with the twins in clamorous +evidence. Eileen’s home was a new creation; +every day, she said frankly, was a new cycle +of life. Her years of sober, studied business +had not at all prepared her for the raptures +and the uncertainties and the annoyances and +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_313' name='page_313'></a>313</span> +the thrills of a household that had young +twins in it. +</p> +<p>“Billy bosses Betty unmercifully, and I do +not believe in the dominance of men,” she +told Eveley. “And Betty charms Billy into +submission, and I do not approve of the blandishments +of woman upon man. And yet my +sympathies are with both of them, and I +adore them both. And I can never find anything +when I want it, and when I do find it +there is something wrong with it, and they +both talk at once and I have to talk at the +same time or I never get anything said, and +yet we have wonderful times.” +</p> +<p>“You are certainly doing your duty by +those babies,” said Eveley tentatively. +</p> +<p>Eileen took it quickly. “Um, not a bit of +it. I am just fulfilling the desire of my heart. +So you may take it that I am proving your +theory if you like.” +</p> +<p>“At least you are proving my exception,” +said Eveley, with a smile. +</p> +<p>“What is the exception?” Eileen questioned +eagerly. “It seems to get all the proving, +doesn’t it?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_314' name='page_314'></a>314</span></p> +<p>“It used to,” said Eveley gravely. “But +I have lost faith in it for myself. It worked +for everybody else, but it failed for me. Now +let’s talk of something else.” +</p> +<p>They were in the midst of a merry game +with the children, when the bell rang, and +Eveley was called to the door, to look into the +face of Amos Hiltze. +</p> +<p>“You have found Marie,” she cried out at +once. +</p> +<p>“Yes. She is at the ranch in the mountains +where we found her first. She is in trouble, +and sick. I told her I would come for you, +but I suppose you can not leave yet?” +</p> +<p>“Not leave—when Marie is sick and wants +me? Wait until I get my wraps. Shall we +go in my car?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, please. I was up at the Cote for you, +and Mrs. Severs said you were here. I let the +taxi go.” +</p> +<p>Eveley’s face was alight with joy, and her +heart sang with happiness. Marie had been +sick—it had not been cold neglect that kept +her away and silent. And she had sent for +Eveley. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_315' name='page_315'></a>315</span></p> +<p>“You are certainly a wonder,” said Amos +Hiltze, as she slipped into her place behind +the wheel, and he took his seat at her side. +</p> +<p>“You do not know how happy I am,” she +cried, turning the car toward the country. +“You—do get so awfully fond of a girl like +Marie, don’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, of course.” +</p> +<p>“Is she very sick?” +</p> +<p>“Not very. She will be better when she +sees you.” +</p> +<p>“Why did she really leave me?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, she was afraid the Secret Service +would locate her, and it would get you into +trouble.” +</p> +<p>“I might have known it was her duty. Wait +till I get my hands on that girl. I’ll tell her +a few things about duty that will astonish +her.” +</p> +<p>Already they were wheeling rapidly +through East San Diego, and when a motorcycle +pulled up beside them, Eveley stopped +with a gasp. Of course she had been speeding—a +thousand miles an hour, probably, +though it had seemed like crawling. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_316' name='page_316'></a>316</span></p> +<p>“I am so sorry, Officer,” she began quickly. +“But I have to hurry. I have a little friend +in the country who is sick and needs me.” +</p> +<p>“Oh, is it you, Miss Ainsworth?” And +the officer smiled. “I did not recognize you. +That is all right. Your car is a Rolls, isn’t it? +We are looking for a man in a Rolls—but I +can hardly hold you.” He turned his pocket +flash upon Amos Hiltze. +</p> +<p>“This is my friend, Mr. Hiltze,” she explained. +“I think you do not want him, +either.” +</p> +<p>“No, I think not. Yet our man is supposed +to have come this way. If you see any men +on foot, or any one in trouble, better not stop. +We’ll have a man out that way pretty soon.” +</p> +<p>“Thank you,” said Eveley. “Good night.” +And again they were on their way. +</p> +<p>“Poor Mr. Man in the Rolls,” she said after +a while. “I wonder what mischief he has +been into.” +</p> +<p>“I wonder.” +</p> +<p>“I hope he gets away. Perhaps he is not so +bad as they think, and may do better next +time. Or maybe he had a reason.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_317' name='page_317'></a>317</span></p> +<p>“I am sure of that,” said Hiltze with some +earnestness. “There is always a reason, I +think.” +</p> +<p>Through La Mesa, through El Cajon, they +drove in silence as they had driven once before, +when they went for Marie the first time. +Only then Eveley had been quivering with +anxiety and nervousness—and now it was +only hope and joy. But was it only hope and +joy? For she realized suddenly that her +hands were gripping the wheel with nervous +intensity, and that she was shivering. +</p> +<p>“Are you cold?” +</p> +<p>“I do not know,” she faltered. +</p> +<p>He turned slightly in his seat, and reached +for a rug. +</p> +<p>“A disorderly pile on the floor as usual,” +he said with a slight smile. “Don’t your +friends ever put the rugs back on the rack, +Eveley?” +</p> +<p>“No, never,” she replied, smiling, too, but +gravely. +</p> +<p>He tucked the rug closely about her, but +she still shivered, and a sense of dread was +heavy upon her. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_318' name='page_318'></a>318</span></p> +<p>When they came at last to the branch in +the road, he looked carefully about in every +direction, and then told her to drive quickly. +Under his direction she took the car far back +from the road in a sheltered place, and +stopped the engine. +</p> +<p>“Please hurry, will you? I have not Angelo +with me this time, and I am afraid.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley, I must talk to you first. You +know I love you, you must know it. You have +tried to discourage me, but I will not take +discouragement. I shall never go away without +you.” +</p> +<p>“Are you going away?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, to-night. Business takes me away. +I am going to South America. I have money—lots +of money, and we can start afresh and +do well. But I can not go without you.” +</p> +<p>“Mr. Hiltze, it is impossible. I do not love +you. I told you that before.” +</p> +<p>“But you will love me. If you come away +with me, and take time, you can love me. I +will be good to you, and not hurry you. You +must let yourself go, and try.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_319' name='page_319'></a>319</span></p> +<p>“But I do not wish to. Love should not +be forced. It ought to come spontaneously of +itself. And I love Nolan.” +</p> +<p>“Damn Nolan! Oh, I don’t mean that, but—Eveley, +you will forget him. Just come +with me, and give yourself time. Marie will +go with us—” +</p> +<p>“Marie.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, she has promised to go with us, to +help make you happy.” +</p> +<p>“Then she is not sick?” +</p> +<p>“No, not sick.” +</p> +<p>“You only brought me here to—” +</p> +<p>“Yes, Eveley. I am sorry, but I had to. +We are going out by aeroplane to-night, and +there is a fishing fleet at sea waiting to pick +us up. I hated to trick you, but it was my +love that forced it. I can not give you up. +I will not. Did you think I was a fool to be +with you, and know your loving lovely ways, +and—and—” +</p> +<p>Suddenly he crushed her in his arms, and +for a moment she was helpless. Then he released +her. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_320' name='page_320'></a>320</span></p> +<p>“Your bag is here—yes, in the back of the +car.” +</p> +<p>“My bag?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, I took Marie to the Cote this afternoon +and she packed it for you—things necessary +until you can shop again.” +</p> +<p>“Marie did that?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, I told her to. I told her you wished +it. Oh, yes, I lied, but I would do worse than +that for you, yes, I would kill for you. Now +be reasonable, Eveley, and come with us +nicely. You shall have all the time you wish. +I know you will love me.” +</p> +<p>“Love you. Love you after this! I hate +you, I despise you. Do not say you love me.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley, be quiet, this will do no possible +good.” +</p> +<p>“Then it was you they were looking for, +in the car? You are a common criminal.” +</p> +<p>“Not a criminal, no,” he cried furiously. +“Yes, they wanted me, of course. You should +have known there was a reason why a man +like myself should live as I have done here. +But we are not criminals—we are advance +agents of freedom.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_321' name='page_321'></a>321</span></p> +<p>“Anarchists,” she interrupted, in a cutting +voice. +</p> +<p>“Some time there must be justice and +equality in the world—” +</p> +<p>“And you have got rich by preaching lawlessness.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley, do not talk like that. I—I lose +my head—and I do not wish to frighten you. +Sit quietly, and let me tell you. Peace can +come only through warfare—and out of the +death throes of an old world, a new world of +peace will—” +</p> +<p>“You are traitors.” +</p> +<p>“Eveley, you know I was in the service, but +there must be a union of the free men of the +world against oppression—” +</p> +<p>“Do not make stump speeches to me. I will +not stand for it. Justice and freedom will +come to the world, but not through lying and +trickery and bloodshed. Justice must come +through sympathy and love and comradeship.” +</p> +<p>“It did not get you far with Marie, though, +did it?” +</p> +<p>“Marie.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_322' name='page_322'></a>322</span></p> +<p>“Certainly. That was my interest in her. +Marie was working with us, doing what she +could for us, for what we could do for her +in Mexico. She is a regular traitor if you +like, putting things over in great style, on you +and Nolan and Ames—the whole bunch of +you. She is a slick little devil. But I fell—because +I loved you.” +</p> +<p>Sudden illumination came to Eveley. +“Then that is why she left me. When she +learned to love me, she would not profane our +friendship. That is why she left.” +</p> +<p>“She left because the cops were getting +wise, and she had to get out in a hurry or get +pinched.” +</p> +<p>“And she is going with you—” +</p> +<p>“Sure. She will be the idol of the revolutionists +for what she has done—they will +carry her about on a tin platter.” +</p> +<p>“You will let me go now, Mr. Hiltze, please. +But tell Marie that I understand everything, +and when she wishes to come back to me, +the Cote is open. It was only a mistaken +loyalty to a wrong principle. Please go, I +want to hurry home.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_323' name='page_323'></a>323</span></p> +<p>He laughed a little. “Eveley, you are going +to South America with me.” +</p> +<p>In a sudden panic she turned, flinging open +the door of the car, hoping to rush away into +the darkness, but his arm held her. +</p> +<p>“You will love me. I may not care for +your Americanization, but I love you. I am +going to be good to you. Don’t be a fool, +Eveley, it will do you no good. You’ve got +to go.” +</p> +<p>Struggling was in vain, as Eveley realized +at once, and she subsided quickly, trying to +think. The thing was impossible. It could +not be. Such things did not happen any +more—not in real life in the United States. +It was cruel, preposterous, unbelievable. +</p> +<p>“Please let me go,” she pleaded. “I shall +not try to report you, you can get away without +trouble. But let me go home, please. I +could never change toward you—I am not +the kind that changes.” +</p> +<p>“I shall have to tie you for a few minutes. +I am sorry, but I do not wish you to go to +the shack. I have wasted a lot of time trying +to reason with you. Put out your hands—yes +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_324' name='page_324'></a>324</span> +yes, that way, and let me tie them to the +wheel. I hate to do this—there is no use for +you to yell, Eveley, for no one can hear, so +I shall not gag you. Let me wrap the blanket +about you; it is very cold. Sit still, dear, +and do not shake it off. I love you very +much. We are going to start the world +afresh with a clean slate, and leave the past +behind. The future shall be of your choosing, +only it must be with me.” +</p> +<p>Then he went away, and Eveley began a +valiant tugging on the straps that bound her. +</p> +<p>“Wait a minute, Eveley, I’ll cut them,” +came a friendly whisper, and Eveley with a +cry turned to look into Angelo’s face. +</p> +<p>“Sure, I come along,” he said. “I saw him +up at the house, and when he came down for +you, I followed his taxi on my bike. And +when he went in to get you, I got into the +back under the rugs. Lucky he only took one +rug for you, or he’d got hold of my legs. Gee, +he uses good straps.” +</p> +<p>All this, while Angelo was sawing on the +straps with his rusty knife, and almost before +he finished talking, Eveley was free. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_325' name='page_325'></a>325</span></p> +<p>Like a flash she was starting the engine. +</p> +<p>“Suppose you get out and hide a while, and +let me scout around,” he said. “I hate to +leave a decent sort like your Marie with those +cutthroats. Maybe I can get hold of her.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, do try. I’ll hide among the bushes +for fear they come while you are gone. Be +careful, Angelo. We are going to need you.” +</p> +<p>Eveley waited what seemed an endless +length of time, crouching almost breathless +under the shrubs. But finally she heard light +running steps, and in a moment Marie was +in her arms. +</p> +<p>“Oh, my poor child, they told me you +wanted to go. And did they tie you—the +cruel straps? You are free now, and you +will go back to your Cote and be happy. But +do not forget your poor Marie. And never +play with fire again, sweet; in the end it always +burns. American women never know +what a tempest love can be. Now, kiss Marie, +and say your forgive her, and then go +quickly.” +</p> +<p>“Marie, come with me,” begged Eveley, +clinging to her. “You must not go with them. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_326' name='page_326'></a>326</span> +They are treacherous, selling their honor for +money. Do not trust them. Come with me. +Nolan and I will take care of you, and Nolan +will straighten out your tangles with the +law. And Jimmy is wild for you, raging all +over town trying to find you. Please, dear, +let all the ugly past lie dead, and live a new +life with us here. Oh, I can not let you go.” +</p> +<p>“For them I care nothing,” Marie cried, +with a smart snap of her fingers. “They are +dogs. They only help us for money, and they +wish only to embroil the world in war. It is +no love for us—but they are cheap—we buy +them. When the time comes, we tramp them +under our feet. Eveley, if you wish me, I +will come.” +</p> +<p>Then in a moment they were away, the car +swinging dizzily down the steep grade rocking +from side to side. +</p> +<p>“How did you get Marie, Angelo—you +angel?” asked Eveley, after a while. +</p> +<p>“They were all running around moving +things, and Marie was helping. So I pitched +in and helped too. When I walked by Marie +she understood and came. And they did not +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_327' name='page_327'></a>327</span> +notice. There isn’t much difference between +a Wop and a Greaser.” +</p> +<p>“And you will never leave me again, +Marie?” +</p> +<p>“I am all through with hatred and strife, +now. I want only a home, where I can be +happy, and live as you and I have lived. That +is the only Americanization. Talk is nothing. +Social service is a game. But when one +makes living so fine that every one in the +world wants to live that way—then it is +Americanization. I am satisfied now.” +</p> +<p>“Say, you’d better cut the talk and watch +the road,” said Angelo suddenly. “You’ve +been half over the grade a dozen times.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, I will,” promised Eveley. “But I +must hurry. They will follow us—will they +follow us, Marie?” +</p> +<p>“Oh, surely, when they miss us. They +have motorcycles. Listen. Hear them far +back? Of course they would follow.” +</p> +<p>“Sit tight, Marie, and do not worry. I +know this road all right.” +</p> +<p>“They are gaining on us, dear. Can you +do better?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_328' name='page_328'></a>328</span></p> +<p>But Eveley was afraid to go faster on +those sharp curves, though she strained her +eyes to see the road before them. +</p> +<p>“We are nearly to Flynn Springs,” she +said. “We must be. We can stop there.” +</p> +<p>“They will soon be up with us,” said +Angelo, looking back. +</p> +<p>“We must leave the car, and hide in the +woods,” said Marie. +</p> +<p>“Oh, I am afraid to leave the car.” +</p> +<p>“The woods will not hurt us. It is only +men who harm. Come, we must. If they +catch us, we are lost. Pull out here to the +left, and turn off the lights. They may pass +us in the darkness. Take the key with you. +And hurry.” +</p> +<p>Acting upon this plan, they were soon +slipping over the small stones and pebbles +down a shallow gully and up among the rocks +and shrubs of a little cliff. +</p> +<p>Already the tremendous roar of the motorcycles +was close upon them. +</p> +<p>“Quick, Eveley, behind this bush.—Lie +down flat. Yes, all right, Angelo. Sh, quiet +now.” +</p> +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/illus-327.jpg' alt='' title='' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='text-align:center;'> +“Please let me go,” she pleaded. +<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<div><span class='pagenum'><a id='page_329' name='page_329'></a>329</span></div> +<p>At that instant the motorcycles whirled +past—a sudden call from the familiar voice +of Amos Hiltze, and with a great tearing and +crashing of brakes, the cycles stopped and +the men ran back to the car. +</p> +<p>“It is her car,” cried Amos Hiltze. “They +have deserted it. They must be very close, +we shall find them quickly. You go—” +</p> +<p>“We can not find them,” said a new authoritative +voice. “The cops may be here any +moment. We’ve got to get away to-night, +or it is everlastingly too late. You have lost +the girl—lost them both. Now make the best +of it.” +</p> +<p>And one motorcycle was started again. +</p> +<p>“I’ll slash their tires for luck,” said Amos +Hiltze. “And we can send a couple of men +to look for them. Then we can send back +for them later on if they find them.” +</p> +<p>Eveley ground her teeth at the ripping of +the tires, for the rubber is to a motorist as +a baby to a loving mother. But in a moment +came the sputter and roar of the motors, and +the men had gone again back the road they +had come. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_330' name='page_330'></a>330</span></p> +<p>“We’ll just have to crawl into Flynn +Springs on the rims, and phone for Nolan. +It can not be far.” +</p> +<p>But even that was impossible, for with +devilish foresight, Amos Hiltze had taken the +timer from the carburetor, and the little Rolls +was powerless. +</p> +<p>“We’ll walk then,” said Eveley bravely, +and hand in hand, the three of them set out +on the rocky winding road to Flynn Springs. +</p> +<p>“Nolan will not waste any time coming for +us,” said Eveley confidently. +</p> +<p>“And perhaps Lieutenant Ames is in town +and can come also,” suggested Marie softly. +</p> +<p>Some time later, wearily, weakly, they +limped into Flynn Springs, and Eveley hurriedly +put in her call. +</p> +<p>“Nolan? It is Eveley. I am at Flynn +Springs. You must come for me, and bring +Jimmy Ames. Yes, Marie is with me, and +Angelo.—Yes, we are all right. And have a +man from the garage with extra tires and a +timer for the carburetor. No, we do not need +the police. No guns either. Nolan, your voice +is sweeter than any angel’s.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_331' name='page_331'></a>331</span></p> +<p>Then they went into a small room where +there was a bed, and Eveley took off her +ruined pumps, and bathed her burning feet, +and they fixed their hair, and had hot coffee, +always looking at each other with tender +eyes. +</p> +<p>“Will you never go back on me again, little +sister?” +</p> +<p>And Marie kissed her in answer. +</p> +<p>So they waited patiently for the men +breaking all known speed laws to come to +them, and the time did not seem long, for +they lay on the bed together, each with an +arm across the other’s shoulder. And in the +small dark hallway outside, Angelo sat before +their door, his arms clasped around his +knees, his head sunk upon his breast, sound +asleep. But even in his sleep keeping guard +over his Americanizer and the “little +Greaser.” +</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='XXI_HER_ONE_EXCEPTION' id='XXI_HER_ONE_EXCEPTION'></a> +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_332' name='page_332'></a>332</span> +<h2>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h3>HER ONE EXCEPTION</h3> +</div> + +<p>All evening Kitty had been trying to get +Nolan by telephone, always being told +that he was not at the hotel and had gone to +the office, and then hearing that the office line +was busy. It was after eight when she finally +got him on the wire. +</p> +<p>“Nolan, whoever have you been talking to? +If it was anybody else besides Eveley, I am +going to tell. I have been trying to get you +all evening. I want you to come over here +immediately. Something terrible is about to +happen, and you must stop it.” +</p> +<p>Nolan hesitated. “I am to be at Eveley’s +at nine, but if you promise to talk fast I will +come.” +</p> +<p>Receiving her fervent assurance, he immediately +closed his desk, and in ten minutes +Kitty was drawing him feverishly into her +favorite corner of the living-room. +</p> +<p>“Nolan, you could never guess what is going +on.” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_333' name='page_333'></a>333</span></p> +<p>“No,” he admitted, with a reminiscent +smile. “So many odd things have been going +on lately that I confess my inability as a +guesser.” +</p> +<p>“Listen to this. Eveley’s sister has fallen +in love with some crazy aviator, and is going +to elope with him. And she wants Burton to +get a divorce so she can marry him.” +</p> +<p>Nolan was plainly dumfounded at this revelation. +</p> +<p>“And that is not the worst. She is going +to desert those two children, and Eveley—You +know Eve. She says she will be the willing +sacrifice to save the honor of the family, +and has decided to marry Burton herself, to +be a mother to Winifred’s children.” +</p> +<p>“Preposterous!” gasped Nolan, looking into +her flushed face for symptoms of delirium. +</p> +<p>“True,” came the grim answer. “But we +must never allow such a bloodcurdling thing +to happen. It wouldn’t be right. I want you +to go right over to Eveley’s as fast as you +can, and make her marry you. You can pretend +you do not know anything about this, +and sweep her right off her feet. Get her +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_334' name='page_334'></a>334</span> +promise before she knows what is going on, +and marry her before she realizes it. Then +perhaps Winifred will come to her senses and +not do this outrageous thing.” +</p> +<p>“But, Kitty—” +</p> +<p>“You love Eveley, don’t you?” +</p> +<p>“Yes, of course, but—” +</p> +<p>“Then do you call yourself a man, and yet +stand idly by and see the woman you love +sacrifice her life for her sister’s honor—and—er +babies—and—” +</p> +<p>“And husband,” he said gloomily. “I could +stand the honor and the babies, but I object +to the husband.” +</p> +<p>“Of course you do. I have my car here, +and I will take you right over to Eveley’s +and you can settle it immediately.” +</p> +<p>“I do not believe I could propose before +you, Kitty,” he objected shyly. “I could not +think of the words.” +</p> +<p>“I shall wait in the car until it is over. +Then I shall come sauntering up later on and +wish you joy, etc., and Eveley need not know +I had a thing to do with it. Just you get her +promise, and I shall be witness for you. If +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_335' name='page_335'></a>335</span> +she tries to back out we shall sue her for +breach of promise.” +</p> +<p>“All right,” he decided suddenly. “We +certainly can not submit to any such nonsense +as this. Let’s go.” +</p> +<p>All the way to the Cloud Cote they kept up +hearty agreement that the idea was utterly +wild and preposterous, and that Nolan should +never stand for it. As she stopped the car, +two doors down where Eveley could not see +from her window, Kitty said: +</p> +<p>“Arnold and I want to take a honeymoon +trip to Yosemite after we are married, and +we want you and Eveley to get married in +time to go along. It is so much more fun +when everybody’s married.” +</p> +<p>“Now, you fix it up with Eveley, and when +you are through pull back the shade in the +living-room, and I’ll take it for a sign and +come up to make my call.” +</p> +<p>So Nolan went up the rustic steps to +Eveley, and Kitty settled down in a corner +of the car. For thirty minutes she chuckled +gleefully to herself, but after half an hour she +began to feel that he was decidedly slow. +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_336' name='page_336'></a>336</span></p> +<p>“I could be engaged to a dozen people in +that time,” she thought impatiently, “Oh, +the poky thing. But I suppose they are waxing +demonstrative, and he has forgotten me.” +</p> +<p>She toyed restlessly with the keys and +screws on the car, still watching the black +window in the Cloud Cote with only the faint +gleam of light from behind. +</p> +<p>“An hour,” she cried at last furiously. “If +that isn’t the limit! I have a notion to go +right home, and let him settle it as best he +can—but I do want to see how Eveley takes +it. Oh, well, I shall give him fifteen minutes +more, and then if he has not signaled I’ll +go up and see for myself.” +</p> +<p>So she waited another uneasy quarter of an +hour, and then banged stormily out of the car +and up the rustic steps. Her sharp tap +brought a sudden scurry and scramble from +within, but Kitty did not wait for a summons. +She drew back the portières and +climbed in, uninvited. +</p> +<p>Eveley was standing flushed and brilliant +in the center of the room, trying to tuck up +badly straying curls, and Nolan was adjusting +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_337' name='page_337'></a>337</span> +himself to the davenport with an air of +studied ease. +</p> +<p>“Well, Kitty,” cried Eveley nervously. +“Why didn’t you phone you were coming +over?” +</p> +<p>“You do not seem any too glad to see me,” +said Kitty rather peevishly, and then at their +flushed and shining faces, she laughed. “My, +how happy you look! Just like newlyweds—or +something.” +</p> +<p>“Yes—something,” said Eveley. She +flashed a questioning look at Nolan, and received +a reassuring nod. “Nolan and I are +engaged, Kitty.” +</p> +<p>“Really,” cried Kitty. “After all these +years. How surprising.” She put her arms +around Eveley lovingly. “When did all this +happen?” +</p> +<p>“Last night, coming down from Flynn +Springs,” said Eveley. “We—we had a whole +car full of it.” +</p> +<p>“Last night!” Kitty quickly disengaged +herself from Eveley’s arm and looked sharply +at Nolan, smiling in great contentment on +the davenport. “Last night?” +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_338' name='page_338'></a>338</span></p> +<p>“Yes, last night. It was an awfully big +night all around, wasn’t it, Nolan?” +</p> +<p>“It was for me,” he said, coming over and +taking Eveley’s hand in his. +</p> +<p>“Last night,” Kitty repeated again, glaring +intently at Nolan. +</p> +<p>He nodded. +</p> +<p>“Then you knew I was lying all the time.” +</p> +<p>“Well, since Eveley and I had luncheon +with Winifred and Burton to-day to announce +our engagement,—yes, I may say that I was +fairly well assured you were lying. They +seemed on their usual tender terms at noon.” +</p> +<p>“What are you two talking about?” wondered +Eveley. +</p> +<p>Kitty drew her small hat over her ears +with a vicious tug. +</p> +<p>“But we shall be glad to motor to Yosemite +with you and Arnold this summer,” Nolan +went on pacifically, “we think it will be great +sport. We asked Marie and Jimmy Ames to +go along. They are going to be married to-morrow. +They are in Marie’s room now, so +go in and congratulate them if you like. But +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_339' name='page_339'></a>339</span> +do not bring them out here, because we are +a crowd already.” +</p> +<p>“I am going home, anyhow, if you mean +me,” she said pettishly. She looked at Eveley. +“I suppose you think it is very clever for you +to be engaged to Nolan twenty-four hours +without notifying me, after all the trouble I +have taken in the last five years to bring it +about. And as for you, Nolan, I think you +have a lot of courage to marry a woman who +openly and notoriously refuses to do her duty +in any shape, size or form. I call it a pretty +big risk, myself.” She clambered crossly +through the window. “Congratulations,” she +called back snappily. And again, from half-way +down the stairs: “And we shall hold +you to the Yosemite bargain, too.” +</p> +<p>Then Nolan took Eveley in his arms again +and kissed her. “It may be pretty risky,” he +said tenderly. “A wife who steels her heart +against her duty—” +</p> +<p>Eveley smiled into his eyes. “Don’t worry. +The One Exception will save you. I still +claim that duty isn’t the biggest thing in the +<span class='pagenum'><a id='page_340' name='page_340'></a>340</span> +world. And hasn’t my theory held good? Patriotic +duty could not Americanize Angelo +nor Marie, nor anybody else. And filial duty +could not make the Severs live happily with +the Father-in-law. And domestic duty could +not bring Miriam and Lem Landis into harmony. +But there was something else big +enough to work all the miracles, and it was +the Big Exception.” +</p> +<p>“Yes, tell me, Eveley—the Big Exception +that is Everybody’s Duty—what is it?” +</p> +<p>“Well,” she said, snuggling a little closer +into his arms, “I believe it is everybody’s +duty to love somebody else with all his heart +and mind and soul and body. And that is +what has worked all the transformations for +our friends. And it will protect you, Nolan—for +I do.” +</p> +<p>Nolan kissed her again. “Then it is no +risk at all,” he whispered, laughing tenderly. +“Don’t try to do your duty by me—just go +on loving me like this.” +</p> +<div class='ce'> +<p>THE END</p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.2em; margin-top:2em;'>FLORENCE L. BARCLAY’S NOVELS</p> +<p style=' font-family:Sans-serif; font-size:smaller; margin-bottom:1em;'>May be had wherever books are sold. Ask for Grosset +& Dunlap’s list.</p> +</div> + +<div class='la'> +<p style=' text-decoration:underline;'>THE WHITE LADIES OF WORCESTER</p> +</div> + +<p>A novel of the 12th Century. The heroine, believing she +had lost her lover, enters a convent. He returns, and interesting +developments follow. +</p> +<div class='la'> +<p style=' text-decoration:underline;'>THE UPAS TREE</p> +</div> + +<p>A love story of rare charm. It deals with a successful +author and his wife. +</p> +<div class='la'> +<p style=' text-decoration:underline;'>THROUGH THE POSTERN GATE</p> +</div> + +<p>The story of a seven day courtship, in which the discrepancy +in ages vanished into insignificance before the +convincing demonstration of abiding love. +</p> +<div class='la'> +<p style=' text-decoration:underline;'>THE ROSARY</p> +</div> + +<p>The story of a young artist who is reputed to love beauty +above all else in the world, but who, when blinded through +an accident, gains life’s greatest happiness. 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Around these two events is woven a plot of +absorbing interest. +</p> +<p><span style='text-decoration:underline'>THE STREET OF SEVEN STARS.</span> (Photoplay Edition.)</p> + +<p>Harmony Wells, studying in Vienna to be a great violinist, suddenly +realizes that her money is almost gone. She meets a young +ambitious doctor who offers her chivalry and sympathy, and together +with world-worn Dr. Anna and Jimmie, the waif, they share their +love and slender means. +</p> +<div class='ce'> +<p><span style='font-variant: small-caps'>Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></p> +</div> + +<hr class='silver' /> + +<div class='ce'> +<p style=' font-size:1.2em; margin-top:2em;'>ZANE GREY’S NOVELS</p> +<p style=' font-family:Sans-serif; font-size:smaller; margin-bottom:1em;'>May be had wherever books are sold. 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Jacobs.</p> + +<p>“The Harvester,” is a man of the woods and fields, and if the +book had nothing in it but the splendid figure of this man it would +be notable. But when the Girl comes to his “Medicine Woods,” +there begins a romance of the rarest idyllic quality. +</p> +<p><span style='text-decoration:underline'>FRECKLES.</span> Illustrated.</p> + +<p>Freckles is a nameless waif when the tale opens, but the way in +which he takes hold of life; the nature friendships he forms in the +great Limberlost Swamp; the manner in which everyone who meets +him succumbs to the charm of his engaging personality; and his +love-story with “The Angel” are full of real sentiment. +</p> +<p><span style='text-decoration:underline'>A GIRL OF THE LIMBERLOST.</span> Illustrated.</p> + +<p>The story of a girl of the Michigan woods; a buoyant, loveable +type of the self-reliant American. Her philosophy is one of love and +kindness towards all things; her hope is never dimmed. 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