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If Lieutenant Adams had not +sent to Miss Esther the particularly heavy +box which contained some sort of a plaster +cast which he had picked up somewhere, +and which necessitated a great deal of packing-stuff +to keep it from breaking, Tekla +never would have found the paper. Then, +too, she never would have found the paper +if Michael had been about the place on the +afternoon the box came. But he wasn’t, and +Miss Esther was impatient. The box had to +be unpacked, so she and Tekla, armed with +a hatchet, a screw-driver, and a monkey-wrench, +went at it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I expect it’s broken,” said Miss Esther, +after the protecting boards had been removed, +with that lack of dexterity but determined +effectiveness which characterizes the +carpenter work of the average woman; “I +have no doubt it’s broken all to pieces.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes’m, I suppose it is; they always are,” +said Tekla, cheerfully, as she pulled out the +bunches of paper which were stuffed about +the cast.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was packed carefully enough,” said +Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, indeed, ma’am. They must have +used all the papers they had saved up for +housecleaning time. I don’t know what +they’ll have left to put on their pantry +shelves.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m glad they did; this is a specially fine +cast, and I do hope it isn’t broken. It looks +as if it were, though.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther took hold of the end of the +cast and tried to lift it out. She succeeded +in extricating it from the mass of papers and +carried it off in triumph.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla brought a basket and began picking +up the crumpled papers from the kitchen +floor. Some large figures on one bit caught +her eye.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“ ‘Circulation yesterday, 840,327,’ ” she +read; “must have used ’em all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She went on picking up the papers, carefully +smoothing out those pieces which she +believed might be of use for such purposes +as suggest themselves to the careful housewife. +“I wish,” she thought, “that they +hadn’t crumpled these things up so much. +They might just as well have left them flat. +We could have used them then.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At the very bottom of the box she found +several voluminous Sunday newspapers that +apparently had never been opened. “At +least here’s a few smooth ones,” she continued +with a satisfied air.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As she laid them aside, a conspicuous +picture attracted her attention. “That,” said +Tekla, after a long, steady stare at it, “is the +kind of place I’m going to live in. There +should be cows—yes—like those,” and she +held the picture at arm’s length. “Chickens—yes—and +dogs. Some calves, maybe, and +pigeons and pigs, the same like those! Ah!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Again she held the picture out before her +and gazed at it. “It is all there, all—but +the man—not!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Taking down the big shears from their +nail, Tekla cut out the picture and pinned +it up above the kitchen table. “But I will +have the cow-sheds nearer the house,” she +said as she turned away. “They are not +handy, so.”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>In the household of Miss Esther Adams, +a Sunday newspaper was almost an unknown +quantity. To Tekla the discovery of three +or four complete sheets, with all the various +“sections” carefully put together, was an +event of thrilling importance. She hurried +through her work, and sat down that evening +to enjoy without interruption the unexpected +windfall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>By a slow and laborious process of elimination +she laid aside the primarily colored +pages, the reproduced photographs, the +editorial sections, and other interesting but +unbelievable stories, and reserved only the +advertisements.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>These she read eagerly, marking with +her pencil such pictured glories of feminine +apparel as appealed to her somewhat barbaric +taste.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Idly scanning one of the more uninteresting +looking pages, she chanced upon a sort +of advertisement which seemed to her to be +wholly new. Nothing like it had ever fallen +under her observation.</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:center;'>SPINSTERS ATTENTION!</p> + +<p class='noindent'>Why remain unappropriated blessings? Why +waste your sweetness on the desert air? +Somewhere there is a heart that beats for +you alone. He may be on our list. We +have bankers, brokers, clergymen, lawyers, +merchants, farmers,—</p> + +</div> + +<p class='noindent'>“Farmers!” said Tekla, thoughtfully.</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='noindent'>—machinists, carpenters, masons, and others. +Every one of our clients is a worthy, honorable +gentleman who wants a wife. If you +will send $1 and your photograph, we will +enter your name upon our records.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla read and re-read this advertisement. +“Only a dollar,—that is not so much. +And they said farmers.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She raised her eyes to the picture she +had pinned up on the wall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A farm—and a farmer, and some cows +yet, and chickens. A house like that, and +two pigs and two horses and a kitchen all +over white paint—with a yellow floor—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She hesitated, looked at the picture again +doubtfully, and continued. “It stands in the +advertisement that there should be a farmer. +I will do it! I will send yet one dollar.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla had lived under the influence of +Miss Esther so long that whatever she +did was more or less tinged with the old-fashioned +fineness which characterized +her large-hearted, gentle-minded mistress. +Therefore, after a considerable amount of +earnest effort, she produced this letter:</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:2em;'><span class='sc'>Whitfield</span>, June 8th.</p> + +<p class='pindent'><span class='sc'>Dear Sir</span>,—I have read your advertisement +and would say that I inclose herewith +one dollar. Please enter my name on your +records, and I would like a farmer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The farm must contain many acres, also +many cows, pigs, sheep, and a donkey. But +there must be no bees, as I do not enjoy +stinging.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>I have never lived on a farm, but I have +a picture of one, and I am sure it will be +good. I have lived with Miss Esther for +seven years and she has trusted me with the +care of her large house, and she says I am +too good for James, who drives for the +Doctor.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>So please, Dear Sir, if among your worthy +and honorable gentlemen there is a farmer +with a farm which I have described, I +should be glad to hear from you by return +of post.</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:9em;'>Yours to Command,</p> +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:13em;'><span class='sc'>Tekla Klein</span>.</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line'> </p> + +<p class='pindent'>P. S.—My Mother is dead.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla carefully copied the address given +in the advertisement, folded her letter, and +inclosed it in the envelope. Then she took +from the top drawer of the old dresser, which +stood in the kitchen closet, a new dollar bill, +which Major Bradford had given her on his +last visit. That was the day, Tekla remembered, +when she had taken particular pains +with the brushing of his uniform—it was +the day of the dedication of the soldiers’ +monument. She regarded the new bill with +real affection. She had had it more than a +year. For a moment she hesitated. What if +the farmer were not forthcoming in response +to her request? But before her hung the +picture of the farmhouse, the horses, cows, +chickens—not one single bee was visible.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla’s sense of justice was such that she +felt a certain responsibility to Miss Esther +for the spending of her wages, but surely, +she thought, with this particular dollar she +had every right to do as she chose.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Therefore, trusting that the end would +justify the means, she neatly folded the bill +and placed it carefully with the letter in +the already stamped and addressed envelope, +and sealed it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And so, as we said at first, if Lieutenant +Adams had not sent the cast to his cousin, +and if Michael had not been absent the day +it came, and if Miss Esther had not in her +impatience insisted upon Tekla’s opening the +box, the little German girl would not have +seen the picture of her farm, the letter would +not have been written, Adolf Hecksher would +never have come to Whitfield, this story +would never have been written—and what +would you have done then?</p> + +<h2>II</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake +our tyring-house; and we will do it in action.—<span class='it'>Midsummer +Night’s Dream.</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>How the town came to be named Whitfield +nobody who was fortunate enough to live +there could remember, even if ever there +had been any accurate information on the +subject. The town was as old as those +others in central and southern New York +which are still worrying along under the +burden of names bestowed upon them by +that band of surveyors who, fresh from the +schools where they had learned much of +the history of ancient cities, had christened +the still unpopulated quarter sections with +the names of classic heroes, states, and battles. +Utica, Syracuse, Troy, Palmyra, Cicero, +Manlius, Sparta, Homer, Ovid, Ithaca,—these +towns, it had been hoped by their +sponsors in baptism, might grow up to be +a credit to their distinguished namesakes. +Whitfield may have been named for an +eminent Methodist clergyman. Or possibly +not. And it didn’t matter anyway.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Whitfield was like a hundred other towns +of its sort. One may find the sort in almost +any state except perhaps Arizona. It had +an escape about three miles wide from +being on the railroad, and in consequence +there was little manufacturing. There was +a long street which ran out at both ends of +the town and got lost somewhere in the +country. This street was cut at right angles +by another of less pretension. Both streets +were bordered by great old trees, maples +and elms and an occasional hickory, which +had been left from the days when there had +been a forest thereabouts. Looking at the +town from the surrounding hillsides, these +trees shut out all view of the houses, but +when the casual visitor arrived in the village +he found that they merely shaded them, and +they were grateful. There were other streets +in the village, and according to the census +reports Whitfield had a population of 896, +but that was before the Henderson twins +were born, and before the Richardsons—eight +of them—had moved into the Bradley +house. Of course, this increase had been +offset somewhat by the death of Kirk Buckley, +who in a moment of temporary inebriety +had walked one dark night into Deacon +Wilson’s stone quarry, with a fatal result.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>So Whitfield had remained for some years +practically stationary as to population. It was +a quiet, orderly, rather dignified town. Its +officials took it seriously. Casual visitors, +who were entirely unsympathetic because +they had been born in cities, were apt to +smile a little at its peculiarities, which were +not peculiarities, but only the natural outpourings +of a heart interested in the doings +of whosoever came within the line of vision. +That was, and is to this day, the Whitfield +of this story.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At one corner of the long street and the +shorter one which intersected it stood the +Adams house. When it had been built, a +century before, the Putnam Adams who +built it had called the place Elmwood, but +the name had been forgotten. The house +itself showed that essential severity which +characterized the Adamses, and was the pride +of all Whitfield. It reproduced, as well as +wood and white paint could do so, the development +of the classic impulse which had +its beginnings in eastern New York at the +time when Sir William Johnson was made +colonel of the Six Nations.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The broad, low pediment set squarely +upon four Ionic columns, the wide stone +veranda and massive stone steps were as +much a part of the landscape as the historic +Whitfield elms. The interior of the house +reflected the Adams attitude of mind and +action. There were few curves in the decorations. +The white-painted panels were +uncompromisingly square. The mahogany +balustrade ran straight up from the broad +hall, and the stairs opened frankly at the +top into the wide corridor which cut the +upper floor into two halves,—five rooms +on one side, five on the other, all precisely +similar in size and shape. Every line which, +architecturally, had to do with the making +of the house, was straight up and down or +straight across. There were no angles but +right ones. There were no curves except +those of the Ionic columns, and Colonel +Adams had said after the house was built +that he even wished he had made these +square. But it was too late, and to-day in +Whitfield these same columns stand, a lasting +monument to the one weakness of decision +in the character of Colonel Putnam +Adams, of His Majesty’s forces in the +Colonies.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But there was one other monument—the +library.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>While the library as it exists now could +not, in the very nature of things, have been +built entire by the first Putnam Adams, +yet he laid the foundation for it; and when +he was sent to America by the king, and +found a place where he was to build his +home, he fetched with him from England +the library which he had collected in France +and Italy and Germany. Begun with little +thought as to its ultimate fate, this collection +of books had grown with the changing tastes +of the young soldier. There were the classics +in original and translation; much Greek +poetry, a wonderful edition of Horace, picked +up in Rome, and bound in leather and gold, +which bore the magic signature, deeply +wrought, of Leonardo da Vinci. Then there +was a Machiavelli and the stories of his +wars and his methods of statesmanship; +there was the story of the Life, which Benvenuto +Cellini himself had written, and this +book the Colonel had caused to be inclosed +in a case of silver which bore upon its cover +the arms of the House of the Cenci. This +book he worshiped with a worship which +was little short of idolatry. In the long +evenings, when the Indians were at rest +and the messages from Sir William were +such as to allow him some freedom, he +would shut himself in his rooms—wherever +he might be—and sit the whole night +through, living again with the Benvenuto +those fearsome hours when he fought his +way through the streets of Florence, leaving +in his wake a line of fourteen dead men’s +bodies—but rushing on to his Art and his +Love.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Perhaps, after all, that was why Colonel +Putnam Adams decided on the curves for the +capitals of the columns which guarded the +entrance to the home which he had built for +Margery, the daughter of the governor of +Plymouth Colony.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The second Putnam Adams inherited his +father’s tastes and spent much of his time +among the books, eagerly adding to the +shelves such volumes as his somewhat +limited opportunities made possible.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther’s father, the third Putnam +Adams, enlarged the collection still further, +for in his time the flood of literature which +marked the Victorian era had already begun. +He acquired not only valuable classics, as +had his ancestors, but also contemporary +fiction, essays, and poetry.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The wife of the third Putnam Adams died +when Esther was a baby, and the child grew +up in the great house with only her father +for guide, counselor, and friend. He was +a silent man,—not stern with his little +daughter, but maintaining the uncompromising +dignity of the Adams family. He +spent his days in the library, and Esther was +allowed to stay there only on condition that +she should not speak to him when he was +reading. Often the child would stand wistfully +waiting until he should lay down his +book. But often he would do so only to take +up another, and Esther would turn hopelessly +away to amuse herself. Her amusements +were peculiarly her own, and were not those +which would have been considered entertaining +by most children. She invented her +own games. For the lonely child there was +a certain fascination about a crowd of people, +and her games always included certain +strange individuals, who, though invisible +to others, were very real to her. She peopled +the stairs with vast armies marching valiantly +up the hill and down again; she crowded +the parlors with squires and dames of high +degree, who danced minuets of great intricacy, +bowing gallantly and languidly waving +feathered fans.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The old Adams stables she filled with +palfreys and milk-white steeds, and the barnyard +with peacocks and falcons. In the grass +plot in front of the house Esther could see +a sun-dial where she fully expected in some +year to come to hold tryst with a lover +who should wear a velvet cloak and a curling +feather, and who would say “Parting is +such sweet sorrow, that I could say good-night +till it be morrow,” and then would +kiss her hand—just as Romeo did in the +wonderful old engraving in the Gilbert +Shakespeare.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Thus Esther Adams grew up. She went +through the Whitfield school as a matter of +course, but her tasks were easily learned and +her school life was casual and perfunctory +and quite outside the sentient part of her +being. She lived in “that land where Rosalind +and Imogen are—a Paradise apart.” +The woodland about the old place was the +Forest of Arden. The bank of the brook +formed the shores of Illyria where the musicians +played before the duke, and where +Esther played the part—yes, lived the part—of +Viola, and told to the wondering birds +how she was letting concealment feed on her +damask cheek.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Instead of these fancies passing away, later +years brought to Esther Adams a stronger +sense of reality in her dreams, and she but +the more thoroughly identified herself with +the creatures which her imagination had +appropriated. Through girlhood to womanhood +she lived Romance, sometimes as Rosalind, +sometimes as Iseult, and sometimes, +when in desperate mood, as Catherine of +Medici.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But though the grass plot and the stairs +had certain advantages of stage-setting, yet +it was in the library that Esther gave her +fancy fullest rein. The reason for this was +too subtle to be understood by the child; +but she had an inexplicable, intangible +sense of the atmosphere of the books. As +she grew older, this became clear to her, +and she enjoyed her library with the definite +knowledge of the satisfaction to be derived +from the actual physical presence of +books.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>For forty-five years she had enjoyed this +library, as she believed, as much as was +possible for her, without quite realizing that +there was a sense of restraint in the presence +of her father. Though she adored the silent +man and gladly submitted to his mandates, +the restrictions placed upon her as a child +were never removed until the day of her +father’s death, and it was not until after that +event that she came to know what freedom +from even unconsciously obeyed authority +meant. And in the ten years since she had +invested the room with more of her own +personality, and instead of being as it had +been before, merely a library, it was now +her home.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Although always surrounded by her unreal +associates, for the last seven years Miss +Esther’s only human companion had been +Tekla, the maid, and Tekla was very human. +When she came to live at the Adams house, +Miss Esther was shocked at her deplorable +ignorance, and immediately began to teach +her at least the rudiments of an education. +The good lady consciously and laboriously +taught her charge reading and writing, but +far more easily yet, she unwittingly instilled +in Tekla’s mind a romantic sort of fancy not +unlike her own. And that’s how it happened +that Tekla’s stolidly practical German adaptation +of Miss Esther’s ideas clothed the +problematical farmer with a reality only +second to Miss Esther’s Romeos.</p> + +<h2>III</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:2em;'>—<span class='it'>Taming of the Shrew.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Not that Miss Esther had preferred imaginary +Romeos. Imagination was all very well +in its place, but she would have gladly welcomed +a hero who could have spoken his +own lines. Although she had never consciously +or definitely wished for a husband, +yet she had often felt the lack of that companionship +which she knew could only be +afforded by association with one whose mentality +was equal to her own, whose tastes +were congenial, and whose temperament was +similar.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Without reflection upon her own sex, but +with total indifference to the lack of feminine +comradeship, Miss Esther preferred masculine +society. During their long and somewhat +lonely life together, her association +with her father had been a real friendship; +and though not a whit mannish, indeed +being herself the essence of femininity, men’s +traits and characteristics appealed strongly +to Esther Adams.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>More than this, she had, and knew she +had, the capability to be a great deal to some +one man. Responsive, tactful, loyal, and possessed +of an instant perception, she demanded +these qualities in the man she could love.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>No one in Whitfield had ever qualified.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The young men who had entered into Miss +Esther’s girlhood life were not of inferior +mental calibre, in the opinion of the best +Whitfield society, but owing to Esther’s +possibly unfortunate fastidiousness, they did +not come up to her standards. Her mentally +intimate association with Galahad, Romeo, +and The Admirable Crichton had made her +exacting. It is not that she was unreasonable, +nor did she complain; her demeanor toward +the young men of Whitfield was marked by +a gentle courtesy and frank good comradeship. +Whitfield society did not understand +her attitude, and could not have done so had +she explained it to them—which she did +not. Indeed, so misleading was her apparent +acceptance of their attentions, that more than +one young man had put himself in a position +to receive her gracious but decided refusal.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Through her girlhood years Miss Esther +had thought it not impossible that she might +yet meet a man who would be the realization +of her ideals. But no strangers ever came +to Whitfield, and her filial sense of duty +would not allow her to leave her father +alone, so she could not accept invitations to +visit elsewhere, which would otherwise have +given her great pleasure. Major Adams was +so deeply occupied with his books that it +never occurred to him that his daughter +needed a change, or recreation of any sort +other than that which was offered at home, +although had she asked to go he would have +gladly given consent. It had never occurred +to him, either, but that she would sometime +make a choice among the men of Whitfield, +for he knew nothing of his daughter’s ideals +and was himself amply content with the +society of his native town.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Once, when Whistler was shooting at a +Scotch country place, he deliberately shot +a dog which was standing near by. Because, +as he afterward explained, the dog was out +of drawing. He should have been twenty +feet further to the left, if in the landscape at +all. And so it seemed to Miss Esther that +the men who had come into her life had been +“out of drawing.” She did not shoot them, +but she put them out of her life as completely +as if they had been shot.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This state of things, however, did not +leave Miss Esther’s life as empty as might +have been expected. The very qualities +which induced this lack brought with them +their own means of fulfilling it. Although +without any definite acceptance of these +facts, Miss Esther went on from day to day, +living in the way which seemed to her to +offer the best possible selection from all that +life had to offer. The Romeos and Galahads +of her happy fancies came nearer the perfection +of her standards than did the men of +Whitfield, and her dream-life with them +was happier in its ideality than any real life +she had seen. This play-life was begun +by Esther Adams, sitting in prim frocks, +silent, her foot tucked comfortably under her +on the straight-backed sofa of her father’s +library. It continued through the girlhood +days when she was still known as Esther +Adams; and now, after many years, when, +a woman of fifty, she was called Miss Esther +by everybody in Whitfield, the gentle, gray-haired +lady still found in the atmosphere of +her wonderful old books the realization +of the ideals which had been denied her +elsewhere.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And so this is the explanation of why +Miss Esther Adams never married.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>One morning Miss Esther sat in her broad-armed +veranda chair with her hands idly +folded in her lap. She rocked slowly as she +gazed across the lawn at the riotous rose-garden.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ay, ’tis as thou sayest, Rosalind; the +blossoms be o’er-blown. They ought to have +been cut earlier. They are really of no use +now except to make potpourri. Heigh-ho, +Rosalind, I wonder if your roses in the +Forest of Arden ever bothered you as much +as mine do me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther’s attention was attracted from +the roses by a stranger within her gates. +This was an unusual occurrence; even more +so in that this stranger was a man. And he +was big and broad and black-bearded, and +distinctly of Teutonic origin. His air was +assured, yet deferential, and he approached +the house with the look of one who was +certain of a waiting welcome.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He looks like Thor,” said Miss Esther, +critically, “but I never saw a brunette Thor +before.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With the pleasant manner of childlike +confidence characteristic of the people of +his country, he said:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is this Tekla Klein’s house?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,—not exactly—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is too bad. I wished to marry +her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that so?” said Miss Esther, with +interest. “In that case perhaps I had better +call her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you will be so kind.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The big man seated himself on the lowest +of the stone steps, removed his wide-brimmed +hat, and calmly wiped his forehead with +a huge handkerchief.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther looked at her brunette Thor +steadily, with a dawning appreciation that +here at last she was confronted by a dramatic +situation quite to her taste. She went into +the house and into the library. She rang the +bell and in a moment Tekla appeared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There is a person inquiring for you at +the front door,” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, ma’am,” said Tekla.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The stranger had not moved since Miss +Esther went into the house, but at the sound +of a footstep behind him he rose and went +up the steps to where Tekla Klein stood by +one of Putnam Adams’s fluted pillars.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He took a letter from his pocket, and she +saw that it was the one which she had written +in answer to the advertisement.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have come,” he said, simply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla looked at him critically, and then +with an air of satisfaction she said, “It is +good. And you have the farm?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, a half-section, many—three hundred +and twenty acres—one hundred +wheat, one hundred corn, one hundred and +twenty in pasture.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is it in America?” asked Tekla.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is in Nebraska,” he replied.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I would rather it had been in +America. But it does not matter. I will +go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Again the pleased smile broke over the +big, good-natured face.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was born near Breslau. I am a German. +I have lived in America fifteen years—ten +years in Nebraska. I own my farm +there, and my cattle. I am thirty-five years +old. My name is Adolf Hecksher.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Adolf is a nice name,” said Tekla.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, it is a good name. It was my +father’s. Can you go soon?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, soon; but first I must tell Miss +Esther. She will not be pleased.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She will miss you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I have lived with her for seven +years, and she has been very kind to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But she will let you go?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes; I will go. Come with me and +we will tell her together.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Leading her big captive, Tekla went +straight to the library. Miss Esther smiled at +the pair as they entered, and said indulgently, +“Well?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He has come to marry me,” said Tekla.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So he told me,” said Miss Esther. +“Who is he?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am Adolf Hecksher—” began the +accepted suitor.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And he has three hundred and twenty +acres,” interrupted Tekla, “and he wants to +marry me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I understand that,” said Miss Esther, +“but where did you find him or where did +he find you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was an advertisement,” said Tekla, +“and—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” exclaimed Miss Esther, “you +answered an advertisement? a matrimonial +advertisement!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was in one of those papers Lieutenant +Adams sent with the cast,” asserted Tekla, +“and it cost but a dollar.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther smiled. “He’s big enough +to be worth it,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, ma’am,” and Tekla looked at the +giant beside her, “he is.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I don’t understand,” pursued Miss +Esther. “Did that dreadful matrimonial +agency send this man to you? Have you +ever seen him before? Do you know who +he is?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Tekla; “he is Adolf Hecksher.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are a little fool,” said Miss Esther. +“Leave the room and I will talk with your +Adolf Hecksher myself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Tekla left the room, smiling. Miss Esther +invited her guest to be seated, and in the +next half hour satisfied herself from the credentials +which he produced in the shape of +savings-bank books, deeds of property, and +a draft which he had received from the last +lot of cattle which had been shipped to +Chicago, that he was at least in a position +to take care of a wife. She promised to +communicate with the people whom he had +named as references in the little Nebraska +town where he lived. This matter being +disposed of, Miss Esther again rang the bell +for Tekla. “It is all right,” she said, “and +you may ask Mr. Hecksher to stay to dinner +with you if you wish.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, ma’am,” said Tekla.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As Miss Esther passed through the kitchen +shortly before dinner, Tekla showed her +the picture she had cut from the paper.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is what my farm will be like,” she +said. “There will be cows and sheep and +many, many acres—and Adolf.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther returned to the veranda. “It +is very nice for them,” she thought; “but +where can I find another Tekla?”</p> + +<h2>IV</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Did you ever see the picture of we three?—<span class='it'>Twelfth Night.</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>After several trials Miss Esther succeeded +in obtaining a maid who, while she was not +another Tekla, seemed capable of following +in her footsteps. In most respects the new +maid was competent and satisfactory, but in +the matter of afternoon tea Miss Esther had +found some difficulty in having her instructions +rightly carried out. Afternoon tea was +rather unusual in Whitfield, except as a +special function. It was only at the Adams +house that tea was served every afternoon +at five o’clock, whether guests were present +or not, but the custom appealed to Miss +Esther because in the English novels she had +read it had been such an attractive feature. +Consequently tea was served every day at +five o’clock—in winter in the library, and +in summer on the veranda.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The mistress of the house was punctilious +as to the appointments of her tea service, and +Tekla, who was after all but a reflection of +Miss Adams, had found no difficulty in +pleasing her. But Nora, the new maid, +had not yet learned to appreciate the vital +importance of synchronizing the time and +the tea.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As a consequence of this, Miss Esther had +sometimes to arrange or rearrange her own +tea-table. And so when Jean Richards came +flying across the lawn one warm afternoon, +she found Miss Esther fussing over her +alcohol lamp with her usual calm a little +bit ruffled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tea ready?” she called out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, it is not. That good sister in the +kitchen is making a bondmaid and a slave of +me. She hasn’t toasted the muffins.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me take them out and toast them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, you can’t. They’re already buttered.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, well, never mind. We’ll eat them +as they are. What are you playing to-day, +Miss Esther?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To-day I am Katherine. Nora is enough +to make a shrew of anybody.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I’m sure you’re Bonny Kate, and +not Kate the Curst. May I take this chair or +is Petruchio sitting in it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He has already risen, that you may have +it. Sit down.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean sat down suddenly, as she always did +everything, and took her cup of tea from +Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is the very nicest part of the day’s +work,” she said, “drinking tea here with +you. I wonder if the other girls are coming.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope so,” said Miss Esther; “I haven’t +seen Helen for a week.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Helen’s got the blues,” said Jean. “She’s +had ’em for three days.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What’s the matter this time?” asked +Miss Esther; “or is she just having the blues +from a sense of duty?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s it,” said Jean, cheerfully. “It’s +her make-up, you know. She has to have +the blues about once in so often to live up to +that temperament of hers. I’m glad I haven’t +any.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes. It is a fearful thing to have to +entertain a temperament. Don’t ever acquire +one, Jeanie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, ma’am,” said Jean, submissively; “I +wouldn’t have one of the ridiculous things. +People don’t like people with temperaments.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nonsense,” replied Miss Esther; “everybody +likes Helen.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not as much as they like me,” said Jean, +comfortably sipping her tea.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if they don’t,” said Miss Esther, +stoutly, “it is Helen’s own fault. She likes +so few people.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s just what I said; and that’s the +fault of her everlasting temperament.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean leaned back in her chair and happily +munched her untoasted muffin.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now just look at the two of them,” +she said, as two girls came in at the gate. +“Couldn’t you tell at a glance which one has +the blues? Helen looks as though she owned +all the indigo mines in India, or wherever it +comes from. Anybody could see, though, +that Lillian hasn’t a blue to her name.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But if Helen Fairbanks had the blues they +were certainly rather becoming to her than +otherwise. As she approached the house, +trailing her parasol listlessly along the walk, +she was apparently paying no attention to +her companion, who was pointing enthusiastically +toward the distant landscape.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen Fairbanks’s sponsors in baptism had +disagreed as to the child’s name. Her father +had insisted on Pearl, but her mother had +finally carried the day, and had given to her +daughter the only name which absolutely +fitted her. Tall, fair, graceful, statuesque, +Helen Fairbanks’s beauty was of that classic +perfection which is inevitably associated with +the name of Helen. Her large, calm, gray +eyes which had never yet lived up to the +possibilities of their dark lashes, her golden +hair which she wore a bit too smooth, her +mouth which showed all too seldom the +little curves at its corners, were trustworthy +indexes of her beautiful but cold nature. Miss +Esther had said of Helen that she reminded +her of Cassius:</p> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>“Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,</p> +<p class='line0'>As if he mock’d himself, and scorn’d his spirit</p> +<p class='line0'>That could be mov’d to smile at any thing.”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>As for Lillian Hastings, she was as unlike +Helen as Helen was unlike Jean. But the +three were united in their friendship for each +other and their admiration of Miss Esther, +which amounted almost to adoration. Lillian +was an artist; that is, she was by every +implication of her being, by every wish and +desire of her soul, and by every intent of her +strong and somewhat stubborn character. +The mere fact that owing to limited opportunities +she had not as yet achieved much +on canvas, in no way contradicts the statement +that she was an artist. She had spent +two blessed weeks one summer at Shinnecock, +and there fallen under the direction of +Chase and his associates. There the impulse +had its beginnings—possibly from the inspiration +of the instructors, possibly because +of the fact that she met there other girls +who, so they had told her, could paint no +better than she did when they began, but +who now, after three years of work, had had +the distinction of really selling a picture. So +her ambition formed itself into an absolute +mania for definite accomplishment.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>During those two weeks a great artist +had asked her to pose for him, and he had +painted her portrait. “Gad!” he had said +to his friends, afterward, “she’s built like a +greyhound. Her figure is the figure of a girl +of eight—grown up. Her hair is Burne-Jones’s +ladies’ hair, and her complexion—well, +I tried to paint it here, but I haven’t +got the transparency of it yet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who is this paragon?” his friends had +asked him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By George!” he exclaimed, “I forgot +to ask her name. She was just a painter +girl, working with the others down there on +Peconic Bay.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And so Lillian had kept on painting. She +had a studio which was an honest workroom, +without draperies, plaster casts, or +cosy corners, and here she worked doggedly, +perseveringly, and without a moment’s doubt +as to her ultimate success. She understood +herself. She had no false or flattering opinions +of her own ability, but she was sure that +intelligent effort, properly directed, would +lead her eventually to the Roman Road.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Confide in us, Helen, dear,” cried Jean +as the two came up the steps. “Why so blue +and wan, fair lady? Is it your doll or tea-set +that’s broken to-day?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Neither,” said Helen, briefly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps it’s her heart,” suggested Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not Helen’s,” returned Jean; “she +hasn’t any heart.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen sat down on the wicker settee +beside Miss Esther, with a look of patient +exasperation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, “only another +proposal; that’s all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s a perfect shame,” said Miss Esther, +“the way those men bother you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is,” said Jean. “Why don’t you hang +out a sign, ‘No Others Need Apply’?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think it’s awfully hard on Helen,” said +Lillian, sympathetically; “she’s so kind-hearted, +she hates to say ‘no’ to a goose.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And yet they keep her saying it most of +the time,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who is it this time?” asked Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mr. Walker,” said Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The young man who is staying at Bradstreet’s?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, that pretty boy with the glasses,” +said Jean. “He came here for health, and +he found Helen, and now he wants to take +them both back to New York.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you’ve always said you’d like to +live in New York, Helen.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Miss Esther, but I didn’t mean with +Mr. Walker.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?” asked Miss Esther, straight-forwardly. +“Why don’t you like Mr. +Walker?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because there’s nothing to like about +him. He has no more to recommend him +than—than—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Than any of the Whitfield men who +have asked you to marry them?” queried +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, Jeanie, +as nobody knows better than you do.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Jean, with an exaggerated +sigh. “I, too, have my troubles. It’s a fearful +thing, girls, to be belles of society, with +no society to be belles of.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And who are you, my girl,” asked Miss +Esther, “that you scorn Whitfield society? +Pray what sort of people would you like, if +given your choice?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, a lot of gay people,” said Jean, “at +some kind of a summery place, with lovely +clothes, and hops, and bathing-suits. And +beautiful men in white flannels, and automobiles, +and—and—everything!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Modest child! With such easily gratified +tastes, it’s a pity they cannot be realized.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, they will be, sometime,” said Jean. +“What would you choose, Lillian?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I don’t care for a lot of people, but +if I just had one—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A nearer one still, and a dearer one?” +asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, what I mean is some fairy godmother +or grandmother or great-grandmother who +would take me abroad and let me see pictures—and +paint them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s your turn next, Helen,” said Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I,” said Helen, slowly, “want nothing +more nor less than a castle in Spain, but it +must be the largest and handsomest castle +there is in Spain, and it must be my own.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Anybody there with you?” asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I think so; one of Miss Esther’s +best Galahads or Romeos.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope you’ll find your castle,” said Miss +Esther, looking at Helen with keen appreciation. +“You would make an admirable +châtelaine.”</p> + +<h2>V</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift,</p> +<p class='line0'>As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift.</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +</div> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>—<span class='it'>Two Gentlemen of Verona.</span></p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>In her library that evening Miss Esther’s +thoughts came back to Helen and her castle +in Spain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She ought to have one,” she thought. +“She’s just the girl for a castle in Spain,—no, +not exactly in Spain,—a Joyous Gard +would suit her better. There should be a +maze and a pleasaunce, and a mailed knight +should come on his charger to beg for her +glove, that he might joust for it in the Field +of the Cloth of Gold. She would have made +a wonderful Iseult, with a touch of Morgan +le Fay. She is wonderful enough as it is, and +it is a shame that there are no available +Apollos or Abelards or Aucassins who want +châtelaines for their castles.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It is clearly to be seen that Miss Esther +fully appreciated the fact that the ultimate +ambition of the eternal feminine is the +individual interpretation of that ubiquitous +architectural structure known as a castle in +Spain. This is distinctly opposed to the masculine +attitude of mind which looks only for +the Princess at the Window.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Though not definitely conscious of this +differentiation, Miss Esther was building in +her imagination various castles for Helen, +when it suddenly occurred to her that the +Prince would provide the castle, could she +but find the Prince.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tekla found her Prince for herself,” +thought Miss Esther, smiling as she remembered +the big brunette Thor; “but one +could scarcely imagine Helen applying to a +matrimonial agency. I might apply for her, +select a suitable Prince, and deposit him on +her doorstep the way that Adolf man was +dropped here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The whimsical idea pleased Miss Esther’s +fancy, and she went into it in detail. “While +I’m about it,” she thought, “I may as well +select Princes for Jean and Lillian, too. This +thing is not without precedent. Petruchio +was brought and dropped at Katherine’s feet +by outside influences. If I can help Helen, +I’m going to do it. If she wants a castle, +she’s going to have it, and if, as Tekla’s +experience seems to prove, a matrimonial +bureau is a necessary factor in the case—I’ll +<span class='it'>be</span> one!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The beauty of the plan grew upon Miss +Esther. The possibilities widened as she +thought about it, and she grew so excited +that she found herself walking about the +library, peering into the bookcases and making +quick, explosive remarks to her friends:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You, Henry the Eighth, you ought to +appreciate what I’m doing! You were +nothing but a matrimonial bureau yourself!” +and she shook her fist at the worn, leather-backed +volume. “And you, Don Quixote, +if you had applied to a matrimonial bureau, +you would have found your old Dulcinea +without any trouble, and you wouldn’t have +had to fight those ridiculous windmills.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I’ll be a matrimonial bureau—a +first-class one, and I’ll apply to myself for +Princes for those three girls—and I’ll get +them, too!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dr. Isaiah Bushnell,” announced Nora, +appearing at the library door; “do you want +to see him?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course she does,” said the Reverend +Doctor Bushnell, affably, as, rubbing his +hands, he walked past Nora into the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you do, Dr. Bushnell. Pray be +seated. You find me very busy to-night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, yes, my dear Miss Adams, ’tis a +busy world; but work is a blessing; as one +of our poets has it, ‘ ’Tis better to have—better +to have—’ but there, I have no doubt +you know the quotation. You are so familiar +with the flowers of poesy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I fear I cannot place the quotation you +refer to,” replied Miss Esther, a little coldly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, well, ’tis no matter, ’tis no matter. +How often our memory fails us just as +we need it most. It was only yesterday that +I intended to approach you in reference to +a most unfortunate affair which has been +brought recently to my attention. But, ah, +that fickle memory again. The little errand +entirely escaped my mind, but to-night, as +I was passing your beautiful home, and +remembered that here dwelt the most charitable +of women, I said to myself, ‘I will ask +her!’ That, my dear Miss Adams, is my +errand.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is it?” said Miss Esther; “and how +much money do you want?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Please do not be so abrupt, dear lady. +Let me state the case. Let me tell you of +the destitution—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never mind the destitution, Dr. Bushnell, +I will contribute to your cause, but as +I said, I am extremely busy this evening.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, yes indeed, yes indeed! and can +I not help you? The benefit of my wider +experience is yours for the asking. Let me +advise and assist.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do,” said Miss Esther, with sudden +cordiality. “I should be glad of your help. +Does your wide experience embrace the +organization of a matrimonial agency?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, you jest,” said Dr. Bushnell, a little +stiffly; “surely you cannot mean to resort to +such methods. You, who are destined to fill +so nobly the niche in which Providence has +placed you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The matter being presented to her in this +light, Miss Esther perceived a certain humor +in the situation that had not appealed to her +before.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, if you advise against it, I will drop +all thought of such a thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do, my dear Miss Adams,” said Dr. +Bushnell, earnestly. “Trust to my maturer +judgment. It would be a mistake to take +any such step, I do assure you. As I was +reading yesterday, in my collection of famous +poetry, ‘ ’Twas ever thus—’ ah, again +the flowing numbers have escaped me. But +you know—doubtless you know the lines. +Now, as you were saying, my dear Miss +Adams, every little counts, and your contribution +will be gladly welcomed not only +by myself, but by the worthy people whom +we are endeavoring to assist. If you will +pardon my abrupt departure, I will, upon +the receipt of your beneficence, take my +leave.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Once again by herself, Miss Esther’s mind +returned to her daring scheme.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me see,” she thought, “young Putnam +Adams must be about thirty now, and +the Adamses are good enough Princes for +anybody. I wonder how he would do for +Helen. But no. A lieutenant in the regular +army would never be able to provide the +kind of a castle that ambitious girl insists +upon. He would suit Jean better. She loves +uniforms and a gay life; her happy disposition +would be a fair match for his. In fact, +the more I think of it, the more appropriate +it seems. But I haven’t seen Putnam of late. +The last time I saw him was when he was +graduated at West Point, and that was six +years ago. Since then he has been stationed +in Manila, and goodness knows where else. +Now all this may have made a man of him, +and then, again, it may not, but he is an +Adams, and he has won his shoulder-straps +since he went away, so I think the boy must +be all right. At any rate, I will invite him +up here. I wonder if he will come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Having satisfactorily settled Jean’s future, +Miss Esther turned her attention to the next +name on the records of her matrimonial +agency.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lillian,” she thought, “is so different +from Jean. She takes everything so seriously—even +that ridiculous art of hers. Well, +perhaps ridiculous isn’t the word, for Lillian +is not the sort that paints calla-lilies on a +black background. She goes only so far, but +every step she takes is just right; the trouble +is that’s as far as she goes, and she never +will get far enough to know that she can’t +go any farther. A woman has no business +with art, anyway. There never was one that +did anything really worth while. I’m glad +nobody’s here to say George Eliot at me, +or Rosa Bonheur, or Chaminade. Sporadic +instances count for nothing except to prove +the rule. And I think that Lillian would be +much happier married to some good, kind +fairy godfather than going to Europe with +some fairy godmother.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But Putnam Adams would never do for +Lillian—no, he is better for Jean. Lillian +should have an older man—I don’t know +why, for Lillian is no older than Jean, and +yet it seems to me that the man who would +be just the one for Lillian Hastings would be +a kind, wise, staid sort of man—who would +guide, counsel, and befriend her, and then if +he thought she ought to go on with her art +work, I’m sure I’d be perfectly willing. +Then the responsibility of that girl would be +off my mind. Now all I’ve got to do is to +find that man. I wish there had been one in +Whitfield, but as there isn’t, I must get him +somewhere else. It’s positively maddening +to think that there are probably hundreds +of them in the world, if I only knew their +addresses.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther possessed an absurd but +absolutely unshakable belief in the way-pointing +possibilities of the nearest available +piece of printed matter.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She calmly picked up the morning paper +with the certainty that she would find in it +some indicating arrow pointing toward the +material manifestation of the man whose +image she had so clearly in her mind. It +was part of her method to accept the first +hint that could by any possibility be made +available for her use as an accomplished +fact.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This will do nicely,” she said:—</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:center;'>A PHILANTHROPIC BEQUEST</p> + +<p class='noindent'>Hiram Briggs Founds an Art School—The +Wealthy Button Manufacturer Dedicates His +New Edifice—Cost $500,000—A Memorial +to His Late Wife.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='noindent'>—“That’s the one,” said Miss Esther, decidedly. +“I need look no further. A man who +is loving enough to erect such a memorial to +his dead wife, and who is rich enough to spend +$500,000 on it, and who is clever enough to +have got rich on buttons, and who is sensible +enough to be named Hiram Briggs, is +just the man to take care of that artistic temperament +of Lillian Hastings. He will act +as a blender to her sharply colored views of +life. Where does this altogether desirable +man live? I will write to him to-night. Of +course, Lillian may object to the buttons, +but when she realizes Mr. Briggs’s devotion +to Art, she will see the matter in its right +light, I am sure.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther skimmed through the article +quickly and discovered that Mr. Briggs was +a citizen of Nashua, New Hampshire. This +was entirely satisfactory, and the further +details of the story also confirmed her good +opinion of the man.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He ought to get my letter by the day +after to-morrow,” she thought, “which will +give him ample time to take Lillian abroad +this summer. They ought to sail by the +fifteenth of August, I should think. And +I shall give her one of those lovely traveling-bags +furnished with any number of silver +things. It must be such fun to find out +what they’re all for, and I should think her +honeymoon would just about give her +time enough.”</p> + +<h2>VI</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Give up yourself merely to chance and hazard.—<span class='it'>Othello</span>, +iii, 7.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>The Matrimonial Bureau had proved +successful in meeting the demands of two +of its clients, but the third name on its +records still baffled Miss Adams. It seemed +to her that the only possible mate for Helen +Fairbanks was a being so far above and +beyond the ordinary mortal that it would +be impossible to find him outside the glass +doors of her mahogany bookcases.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He might be in there,” she thought, +looking toward a favorite corner where the +fairy books were, “or even in there,” she +added, as she glanced at the Thackeray +shelf; “but one thing is certain, he never +would be in a newspaper, so there’s no +use looking there. I suppose he’s in the +directory, but I don’t know what letter his +name begins with, so I can’t find him there. +I don’t know how I shall find him. I don’t +believe there are many of that type of men +in the world. The only one I ever knew +was a woman. Cousin Emily Westcott—of +the Chester Adams branch—is just the +kind of person I mean. It’s a pity she is a +woman, though of course she is too old for +Helen. Let me see,—Cousin Emily must +be sixty by now; she had four boys, and +nice, well-behaved young chaps they were. +I wonder if they are all married. I remember +sending Roger his piece of the old +Adams silver two years ago, and Emily +wrote that Hugh was engaged. Still, that +leaves two, and if they take after their +mother they’re just the kind of men I want. +I will write to her, too, and I’m sure one of +them will be all right for Helen. They’re +Adamses, anyway.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The president of the Matrimonial Bureau +now resigned the chair in favor of the secretary, +and Miss Esther began the clerical +work. She wrote first to Lieutenant Putnam +Adams and invited him to spend his vacation +with her that summer. “I do not +know,” she wrote, “whether the state of +the country is such as to allow officers of +the army anything like vacations, but if +there is any for you this summer, please +come up and visit your old cousin. I haven’t +seen a real live Adams for a long time, and +I want to thank you for the cast. Even if +your visit must be a short one, I hope you +can come, and come soon.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>To her cousin Emily Westcott Miss Esther +wrote very frankly, saying that Lieutenant +Putnam Adams was coming to visit her, +and asking that one of the two younger +Westcott boys come at the same time. She +informed Mrs. Westcott that she wished her +to send the one who was most distinctly an +Adams, and said further that she would trust +the mother’s judgment in the matter.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But they’re <span class='it'>all</span> Adams—both of +them!” exclaimed Mrs. Westcott, as she +read this letter. “I’ll have to send them +both!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther’s letter to Hiram Briggs, the +philanthropist of Nashua, was a more trying +ordeal. For once in her life she found it +difficult to express herself, and it was nearly +midnight when she completed the following +business-like if unconventional epistle:—</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:2em;'><span class='sc'>Whitfield</span>, June 22.</p> + +<p class='noindent'><span class='sc'>Mr. Hiram Briggs, Nashua, N. H.</span></p> + +<p class='pindent'><span class='sc'>Dear Sir</span>,—I have just read in the +morning paper an account of the art school +which you have founded. I have been thinking +the matter over, for I am much interested +in such philanthropic movements, and +I have a special reason for a peculiarly personal +interest in this one.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It is apparent, from the facts stated in the +account of your worthy undertaking, that +you are an art patron, and are therefore +alive to the possibilities in the development +of the artistic effort. I am quite certain that +a man with the name of Hiram Briggs, and +who is the proprietor of a button manufactory, +must be possessed of sound common +sense and fully able to appreciate and understand +the proposition which I am about to +make.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>I have a young girl friend who believes +that she is well on the way toward becoming +a great artist, and who certainly has the +artistic temperament. Her ambition is to go +abroad for the study of art, but at present +she has not the means to do this.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>From the fact that the praiseworthy memorial +which you have built must have taken +several years to complete, I assume that +Mrs. Briggs must have long since been laid +to rest. My young friend is eminently fitted +to assist in the carrying out of the plans +which you have evidently made for this +great work which you have begun, and further, +her education and accomplishments +are such as to enable her to take her place +in any social sphere.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>I trust, my dear Mr. Briggs, that you will +receive this communication in the spirit +in which it is written, and if at any time +you wish to call on me I should be pleased +to welcome you to my home in Whitfield.</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:9em;'>Most sincerely yours,</p> +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:13em;'><span class='sc'>Esther Adams</span>.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>The next morning Miss Esther was favored +with a visit from her young neighbor, +Jack Remington. Jack was a social character +and often dropped in, apparently for +no particular reason. These fortuitous calls +were liable to happen on baking days, or +when he felt the need of Miss Esther’s moral +support in his seasons of tribulation. Ten +years old, sturdily built, stolidly minded, he +was of the stuff of which Lincolns are made, +rather than Michael Angelos or Robert +Brownings. Miss Esther had been obliged +to recognize this fact, but she still hoped to +train his young ideas into grooves of her +own choosing. Though as yet no visible +progress had been made, she did not despair, +but continued in a course which gave her +much pleasure and did not bother Jack.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The boy had a passion for battle-ships, and +his highest ambition was to build one. He +had already begun it, but obstacles often +confronted him, and he depended on Miss +Esther both for advice and for more material +assistance. She did not know much +about battle-ships, but her elementary knowledge +was supplemented by furtive consultations +of the encyclopedia between Jack’s +visits. Afterward, she conversed on these +subjects with much erudition, and Jack’s +admiration grew, for she was the only +woman of his acquaintance who even knew +on which end of a ship the bow was placed. +Miss Esther really cared very little about +the technical construction of any ship, but +she was fond of the boy and had her own +notions as to his future career. Of these +notions Jack was entirely aware, but since, +in his opinion, they were totally unnecessary +to a builder of ships, he ignored them with +the superiority of a ten-year-old.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With a view to gracious influences, the +would-be architect of Jack’s fortunes had +endeavored to induce a friendship between +him and a golden-haired siren of four, who +was her neighbor on the other side. Her +name was Amabel, but for obvious reasons +she was known as Chub. Miss Esther’s +efforts toward the foundation of this friendship +had resulted disastrously. On their first +introduction the children had cordially approved +of each other, and Amabel had not +changed her mind. But just as the friendship +was ripening, Jack discovered Chub’s calamitous +ignorance concerning the necessity for +guns on battle-ships. She had promised to +sail with him on his to the great naval battle +which he assured her was imminent. More, +she had promised to assist in any capacity +in the working of the ship, when, in an impulsive +burst of generosity, Jack responded +that she might man one of the guns.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Gunth!” and Chub suddenly sat down +on the floor and shrieked. Her terror-stricken +squeals brought Miss Esther to the +scene. She looked from the screaming baby +on the floor to the disdainful ship-builder, +who stood with his legs apart and his hands +in his pockets, surveying the disturbance +with an expression of absolute disgust.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If she yells like that when I say guns,” +said he, contemptuously, “I wonder what +she’ll do when the shooting begins.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thooting!” exclaimed Chub, her demonstrations +checked for the moment, “who +we going to thoot?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The enemy,” said Jack, tersely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Won’t it hurt ’em?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’ll <span class='it'>kill</span> ’em!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub’s wails began again with redoubled +force. “Take her away,” said Jack. He +turned to continue the building of his warship +with the fixed resolve that henceforth +and forever womankind should have no +part or parcel in his life.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But the young misanthrope made an exception +of Miss Esther Adams. He relied +implicitly upon her knowledge and judgment, +not only in nautical matters, but regarding +all the vicissitudes which beset his +somewhat strenuous existence. His mother +always accompanied the application of court-plaster +with a reproof. When Miss Esther +bound up his wounds, a delectable doughnut +added largely to the healing qualities of her +ministrations.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>On this particular morning, however, the +doughnut was of minor importance. He ate +it, and even abstractedly took a second one, +but without enthusiasm. Not observing any +necessity for sticking-plaster, Miss Esther +concluded the distress was mental and +awaited developments.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jack wriggled into one of the big veranda +chairs opposite Miss Esther, and with his +elbows on his knees and his chin in his +hands stared moodily into space. Miss +Esther waited.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I got to be a minister,” he said at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Have you, dear? When?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Soon’s I’m big enough. ’Tain’t fair, +jes’ ’s I got my ship most done, and was +goin’ to be a sailor like Dewey or somebody, +and now I got to be an old minister; +mother told me so las’ night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But perhaps you’ll like being a minister,” +suggested Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No sirree! I bet I won’t. I know the +stunt. I was over to Dr. Bushnell’s jes’ now, +and I asked him what a fellow had to do to +be a minister, but he said, don’t be ’reverent, +little boy, and I wasn’t. But I know my +own self what they got to do. Preach and +bury people and marry ’em and baptize +kids and have prayer-meetin’s and donations +and wear high hats and never smoke nor go +to circuses nor go in swimmin,’—least I +never seen Dr. Bushnell in,—and where’s +any fun in all that, I’d like to know. But +they was another man there a-visitin’ the +minister, and he asked me what I wanted to +be, and I told him a sailor and he said ’s +that so. And I told him you and me was +a-buildin’ a battle-ship and asked him to +come over ’n see it and he said he would +and he’s comin’ to-morrow mornin’ and he +give me this card with his name on it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The name on the card was</p> + +<div class='lgc' style=''> <!-- rend=';' --> +<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Theodore Winthrop Brewster.</span></p> +</div> <!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Although the surname meant nothing to +Miss Esther, she remembered that there had +been a Theodore Winthrop in her mother’s +line. “Possibly he may be of that family,” +she thought.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish mother’d let me be a sailor,” went +on Jack, wistfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, wait until Mr. Brewster comes +over here to-morrow,” said Miss Esther, +“and we’ll see what he thinks about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jack, much comforted at the thought of +a possible escape from the reverend calling, +went whistling to the kitchen, where he +enjoyed another doughnut with an appetite +unhampered by a depressed mentality.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It would be strange,” said Miss Esther, +still looking at the card she held, “if this +man were one of our Winthrops. I don’t +remember the Brewster connection, but I’ll +look it up in the book.”</p> + +<h2>VII</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>My noble and well warranted cousin.</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +</div> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>—<span class='it'>Measure for Measure</span>, v, 1.</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>When a telegram arrived announcing that +Lieutenant Adams accepted his cousin’s +invitation, Miss Esther was greatly pleased, +and at once began a pleasant flurry of preparation +for his reception. A letter following +the next day told how exceedingly welcome +her invitation had been, and how it was +necessary for him to leave Fort Monroe on +sick leave for a time. “Your letter,” he +wrote, “could not have reached me at a +time when the prospect of a few weeks in +the country was more attractive. In working +out on the ramparts where we have been +taking down the old guns, I slipped, and +broke my leg. I had planned to go into the +mountains of Virginia. I have changed my +plans. I am coming to you. All I want is +rest in a quiet place where my foolish leg +can get well. I have already telegraphed, +and I may reach Whitfield on the same day +with this letter, for I am going north to-night. +I can get about on crutches fairly +well. Thank you again for the inspiration +which led you to ask me to come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther was pleased rather than otherwise +at her cousin’s misfortune, for she was +a born nurse and dearly loved to fuss over +an invalid, and, moreover, she could keep +him longer and use him to better advantage +in the accomplishment of her fell project.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther knew, however, that a broken +leg did not necessarily affect a man’s appetite, +so she enjoyed stocking her larder with +the lavishness which always characterized +her hospitality. It was in the midst of +these preparations that a letter arrived from +Nashua.</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:2em;'><span class='sc'>Nashua</span>, N. H., June 24.</p> + +<p class='noindent'><span class='sc'>Miss Esther Adams</span>,</p> + +<p class='pindent'><span class='sc'>Dear Madam</span>,—Mr. Briggs received +your letter yesterday, and wishes me to +thank you for your kind words. He especially +appreciates your commendation of +his philanthropic efforts, and wishes all +success to your young friend in her pursuit +of art.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He regrets his inability to accept your +kind invitation to call on you at Whitfield, +and assures you that he received your proposition +quite in the spirit in which it was +written.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Briggs and myself have just returned +from our wedding trip, and unite in sending +you hearty good wishes for the future success +of your own philanthropic plans. I am, +my dear Miss Adams,</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:9em;'>Very sincerely yours,</p> +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:13em;'><span class='sc'>Emmeline Fisher Briggs</span>,</p> +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:13em;'>(<span class='sc'>Mrs. Hiram Briggs</span>.)</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“Just returned from their wedding journey!” +exclaimed Miss Esther. “I should +have written Mr. Briggs at least two months +ago. Well,” she went on, cheerfully, “I +must get somebody else for Lillian. And +it’s just as well, too, for ‘Lillian Briggs’ +wasn’t a very pretty name; but I did want +her to sail in August. I shall have to hurry. +Let me see what I can do—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, Aunt Esther,” called Jack from +the driveway, “I’ve got Mr. Brewster to +come to see the ship.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther rose to greet the big blond +man who accompanied Jack, and shook his +hand cordially.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am assured,” began Mr. Brewster, “by +my young friend, Mr. Remington, that any +friend of his is welcome at the Adams +house.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not only that,” said Miss Esther, graciously, +“but I have reason to think that your +family and mine are connected, and that I +may welcome you as a sort of relative. You +are a Winthrop?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My mother was a Winthrop,” said Mr. +Brewster, “of the Gideon Winthrop branch.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And my mother,” said Miss Esther, “was +a Winthrop of the Wingate Winthrops. But +of course, a few generations back they were +identical, and I claim you as a relative.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am very glad to be claimed,” responded +Mr. Brewster, with a touch of foreign-mannered +courtesy which Miss Esther afterward +discovered was characteristic of the man.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Providential,” thought Miss Esther. +“Here is Mr. Briggs’s substitute ready-made +to my hand.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then, Aunt Esther,” interrupted Jack, +“that makes Mr. Brewster my uncle, don’t +it? And now can he go see our ship?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther acquiesced, and Mr. Brewster +and Jack went at once to the large room on +the second floor which had been given over +to the young ship-builder.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then Nora brought the tea-table, and Miss +Esther supervised the arrangement of her +beloved cups and saucers, and when the two +enthusiasts returned from the inspection of +the ship, they found the hostess surrounded +by three chattering girls.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, Jean!” cried Jack, “come on up +and see my ship.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is the rudder working properly yet?” +the young lady inquired, but before he could +answer, Miss Esther presented Mr. Brewster +to Helen, Lillian, and Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m so glad to meet you, Mr. Brewster,” +exclaimed Jean. “I’ve been longing to meet +you all day—ever since I saw you at the +post-office this morning with Dr. Bushnell; +but I didn’t know you knew Miss Adams.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t until half an hour ago, but she, +too, has been kind enough to say that she +was glad to meet me; though she didn’t +say she had been longing for it all day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But she didn’t see you at the post-office,” +said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Miss Esther, “but if I had I +shouldn’t have waited for an introduction +until now, for he is one of our own Winthrops.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I bet that’s Cousin Putnam coming now,” +exclaimed Jack, watching a carriage turning +in at the gate.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who’s Cousin Putnam?” asked Jean, as +Miss Esther hurried down the steps.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” explained Jack, ecstatically, “he’s +Aunt Esther’s cousin and he’s a lieutenant +in the army with a uniform and a sword and +he knows all about war and navies and ships +and he was in Cuba with General Kent and +he was in Manila after Dewey was there, and +he saw Dewey once, ’cause he wrote Aunt +Esther so, and he’s had fights with natives +and things and he’s going to tell me all about +the ships, ’cause Aunt Esther said she’d +make him, and he fell on a fort where he +lives down South somewheres and he bust +his leg and he’s come here to get well—and +everything.” Jack paused for want of further +breath as the carriage drove up, when he +flew down the steps exclaiming, “Hello, +Cousin Putnam! Why didn’t you wear your +uniform?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Seeing Lieutenant Adams’s crutches, Mr. +Brewster followed Jack and offered his assistance.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Notwithstanding Lieutenant Adams’s ability +to manage his crutches, he was glad of +Brewster’s support. Miss Esther had scarcely +more than spoken to her cousin when she +was surprised by seeing another carriage +closely following the first.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“More company!” cried Jack. “Who is +it, Aunt Esther?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As the second carriage stopped, two young +men jumped out, exclaiming, “Here we are. +Mother sent us. She said you wanted us. +You’re our Cousin Esther, aren’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Goodness! are you Emily’s boys? and +what are the two of you doing here?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why you sent for us, didn’t you? Mother +telegraphed us to stop here on our way home. +Didn’t you get our telegram saying we’d be +here to-day?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I didn’t; but I’m just as glad to see +you. Come right in. Which of you is Kenneth?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am. I am Kenneth Adams Westcott, +and he is Mark Adams Westcott. He’s a +little older than I am, but I’m a whole lot +nicer than he is.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You look like the Adamses,” said Miss +Esther, as she led the way up the steps and +straight to the group around the tea-table.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Brewster reached the veranda with +Lieutenant Adams, he suddenly realized that +the responsibility of the hospitality of the +house of Adams devolved upon him. He +presented the newcomer to the young ladies +and Jean promptly shared the honors with +Mr. Brewster. She appropriated the bronzed +invalid, and impressing Brewster into her +service, she ordered from him successive +relays of tea and muffins with which to regale +her newly acquired subject, when she saw +Miss Esther approaching with what seemed +like two new worlds to conquer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther introduced the Westcott boys +to Lillian and Helen, and then bringing them +over to Jean, begged her to make tea for +them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This effervescent young woman was in +her element. With four newly made and +evidently admiring acquaintances, she fairly +bubbled with excitement, and wondered +how Helen and Lillian could take it all so +calmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s a funny thing,” said Miss Esther, +looking proudly at the four young men, “to +think that for years not a single one of my +cousins has visited me, and now they come +not single spies, but in battalions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think battalions are very nice things,” +said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So do I,” replied Miss Esther; “I only +wish all my cousins were here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There are something like two hundred +of them, I believe,” said Lieutenant Adams.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I don’t care; I would put up tents +on the lawn.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Won’t you have to put up tents for us as +it is?” inquired Kenneth Westcott. “You +seem to have had an unexpected avalanche +of relatives to-day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no, indeed,” replied Miss Esther. +“The Adams house has plenty of room, and, +too, Mr. Brewster is not staying here. He’s +a guest of Dr. Bushnell.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is this a surprise party to you as well as +to us, Miss Esther?” asked Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>I</span> was expected,” said Lieutenant Adams; +“these other scions of the house of Adams +are base interlopers, but Cousin Esther wrote +me that she specially wanted me to come, +and I wrote her that I was coming to-day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And mother telegraphed us that Cousin +Esther specially wanted us to come,” said +Mark, “and we telegraphed that we were +coming to-day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here comes the telegram now,” said +Lillian, as the boy from the telegraph-office +rode slowly up the driveway on a bicycle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hello, Mercury!” said Jean, as he dismounted +from his wheel.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, gwan!” said the boy, gallantly, as +he remounted and rode away.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther read the message. “I learn +from this,” she said, “that my two Westcott +cousins are coming to-day to make me a +visit.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then we’re not interlopers any more?” +asked Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not at all. You are honored and expected +guests, and I hope you will stay all +summer.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope so, too,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Brewster and the three girls went +away, Lieutenant Adams said, “Do you +often have such tea-parties as this, Cousin +Esther?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nearly every afternoon,” replied Miss +Adams.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then we’ll all stay all summer,” exclaimed +the Lieutenant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I want you to, anyway, Putnam; and at +least one of you other boys,” said Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why can’t my little brother stay, too?” +asked Mark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, let’s all stay,” said the Lieutenant, +“and I have a friend who’s awfully anxious +to come to Whitfield for the summer with +me, and he’s an all-round good fellow, too; +besides, he has barrels of money, and he can +sing and paint and everything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Send for him,” said Miss Esther, in a +sudden enthusiastic burst of hospitality.</p> + +<h2>VIII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>And wears upon his baby brow the round and top of sovereignty.—<span class='it'>Macbeth</span>, +iv, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Not only because her Cousin Putnam was +an Adams, but also because he was a soldier +and an invalid, he was invested to Miss +Esther’s mind with a certain halo of romance. +The mere incidental fact that his injury had +not been received on the field of battle, but +in the more commonplace pursuit of supervising +the moving of certain heavy guns +from the ramparts of Fort Monroe on a +peaceful June afternoon, made no difference +in her attitude toward it. She felt that a +dearth of woman’s tears was just as pathetic +in an accident of this sort as in the case of +an Algiers hero, and she was resolved that +there should be no lack of woman’s nursing +if she had her way about it. Since he had +decided on the career of a soldier and left +home for West Point, Putnam Adams had +seen enough of woman’s tears, for they were +not an unknown commodity in Cuba and the +Philippines, but he had had but little experience +with the woman’s nursing part of the +problem. His work had been cut out for +him from the very day of his graduation, and +when he was finally ordered home and to +service at the artillery school at Fort +Monroe there had been no thought but the +accurate carrying out of the general and +special orders of his commanding officer, +with, back of it, the firm resolve to take his +place at the very front rank of the profession +which he loved with that love which comes +through generations of trained soldiers—fighters.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And now in one of Miss Esther’s dimity-curtained +bedrooms he was receiving the +gentle motherly care which he had never +had since his boyhood years. She did not +fuss over him, or at least, if she did, it was +with that practical, sensible fussing which +carried conviction and brought a sense of +absolute peace and rest.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Westcotts were more easily disposed +of. Miss Esther sent them off to bed +as unceremoniously as she would have done +ten years earlier had they visited her then. +Their rooms boasted as many dimity-curtains +and the wall-paper as many pink roses +as were to be found in Putnam Adams’s +room across the hall. But these details were +entirely lost upon these two healthy young +cubs whose physical prowess far outstripped +their artistic instinct. They fell asleep without +appreciating that the drapery of their +couches was the traditional lavender-scented +Adams linen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Having said good-night to her cousins, +Miss Esther returned to her library. The +immediate success of her plans had surpassed +all her expectations. Within four +days she had gathered under her own roof +four eligible candidates for the hands of +the unconscious clients of her Matrimonial +Bureau. To be sure, she had only three +clients, but it was well to have an extra +man in case another client presented herself.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It seems to me, Portia,” she said, “that +I have managed this thing quite as well as +even you could have done it. I have laid +my plans carefully, and I feel sure that they +will work out successfully. Putnam Adams +is a dear, and, as I thought, he is just the +one for Jean. Winthrop Brewster I am not +so sure of. He must be the one for Lillian, +for he came almost the very moment after +I received the refusal from Hiram Briggs. +And Mr. Brewster is apparently very intellectual, +though he doesn’t seem to have +any special leaning toward art. The Westcott +boys are all right. Either of them is +good enough for Helen, and she can take +her choice. I don’t suppose they have very +large castles as yet; but the Westcott fortune +is great and there is plenty of time. +Yes, things are certainly working out well. +The Matrimonial Bureau has already proved +its right to existence, and I shall be glad to +see my girls married and settled.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With the feeling of satisfaction that comes +from an achieved purpose, Miss Esther +turned out the library lights and went slowly +up the stairs. As she passed Jack’s shipyard, +she smiled happily. “And after the +weddings are all over,” she said, “Jack and +I will go on with the building of the ship.”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>On the east side of the Adams house was +a square porch which had been built by +Miss Esther’s father in order that he might +have an out-of-door reading-room when the +days of summer made it too warm to remain +comfortably in the library. This was now +inclosed in vines,—wistaria, honeysuckle, +and crimson ramblers,—which gave the +place a frisky appearance quite in contrast +to the stately effect of the stone-floored, +white-columned front porch.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After breakfast next morning Miss Esther +formally transferred this desirable bit of +property to the boys, and especially to Putnam. +For his especial benefit she had arranged +a big wicker lounging-chair with +a convenient table by its side. Then there +were rugs and hammocks, ash-trays, and +other things supposed to be necessary to the +comfort of the average man. Lieutenant +Adams, who found himself after his tiresome +journey provokingly helpless, dropped +gratefully into his pillow-filled chair, but the +Westcott boys promptly upset the orderly +scheme of things which Miss Esther had so +happily arranged during the early morning +hours. Kenneth picked up a large palm in +a pot which he summarily deposited on the +lawn outside. Mark pitched the pillows out +of the hammocks. “There’s no place for +my feet,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Much as Miss Esther had enjoyed arranging +these things for the comfort of her +guests, she enjoyed still more their high-handed +demolishing of that arrangement. +“Now have you everything you want?” +she asked, beaming on the twelve-feet-six +of Westcott humanity that was festooned +end to end across the porch.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All but one thing,” said Kenneth, “and +that’s some fishing-tackle. I want to go +fishing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But there’s no place to fish.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That doesn’t make any difference. I +don’t want to fish; I just want to go fishing, +and so I want some tackle and bait and +a creel and a pair of hip-boots.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There is a little bit of a brook that runs +through the east meadow,” said Miss Esther, +thinking hard in her endeavor to provide +what was wanted. “But there are no fish +in it that I know of.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That will do nicely, thank you. Of +course, I would have preferred something +with tarpon in it; but a brook is a brook, +after all. Where are the things?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Father used to have all those things. +They’re in the big attic now. I’ll go and +get them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not on your life you won’t!” And Kenneth +bounced out of the hammock, picked +Miss Esther up bodily and carefully deposited +her in his place, tucking some pillows +about her feet. “I’ll get them myself. You +stay right there. Watch her, fellows!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The screen door slammed behind him +and Kenneth went in search of his fishing-tackle. +He returned triumphantly with the +hip-boots and much other paraphernalia +which he scattered over the floor, chairs, +and also over his hostess, whom he decorated +with red and yellow trout flies. Even +after the good lady had escaped and unwillingly +obeyed Nora’s summons to the kitchen, +Kenneth was still fussing with his flies.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By Jove!” exclaimed Putnam, looking +down across the lawn, “what a picture!” +Kenneth paused, and, looking through a vine-framed +opening, saw an exceeding fat baby +propelling herself on all-fours through a too-small +aperture in the boxwood hedge. Halfway +through she had paused perforce and +beamed contentedly. Then redoubling her +efforts she wriggled through the rest of the +way, stood upright and carefully brushed the +dirt from her tiny skirts, and started toward +the house. She walked deliberately, as one +with a set purpose. At a rose-bush a few +feet from the hedge she stopped, kissed +one of the roses, patted another lovingly, +clasped her fat little hands and stood for +a moment in rapt adoration of the flowers. +Then she turned and trotted on toward the +house.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A small toad hopped in front of her. The +baby gave a little squeal, and putting her +hands over her eyes, she walked carefully +and deliberately around the toad, leaving +plenty of room between them. Contentedly +then she came slowly on.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, Yellowtop!” called out Mark, +who with the others had watched the eventful +journey across the lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At this the baby looked up, saw the three +strange men, and with a sudden absolute +collapse she dropped to the ground where +she stood, sitting squarely down, her chubby +fingers outstretched on either side of her, and +her feet sticking up in front. For a moment +she stared blankly at the awful sight before +her, and then, opening her mouth wide, there +came forth a wail of terror and indignant surprise +such as never was on land or sea.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Bless your baby heart!” said Kenneth, +“what in the world’s the matter?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The response to this was another yell, +more prolonged and terrified than the first. +This brought Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you doing to Chub?” she +exclaimed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nothing,” said Kenneth, honestly; “she’s +hollering at me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll get her,” said Mark, helpfully, and +bounding down the steps he picked up the +tumultuous morsel of humanity. Pausing in +the vocal demonstration of her temper, she +resorted to effective pugilism and pounded +Mark with her dimpled fists, her blue eyes +flashing with the indignation of outraged +dignity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t hit him so hard, Baby,” laughed +Putnam; “you’ll kill him!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Will I?” asked Chub, pausing in her +warlike enterprise, and looking straight into +Mark’s eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course you will,” said Mark, reproachfully. +“I’m almost dead now.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wath goin’ to thtop anyway,” said +Chub with a final thump on his chest. Then +she threw her arms around him as far as they +would go and beamed adoringly at him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>From that moment Mark bent his neck to +Chub’s yoke. Her monarchy was absolute. +Anything less than instantaneous obedience +occasioned blood-curdling yells that always +reduced Mark to sudden subjection, not only +in self-defense but for the sake of suffering +humanity. By the time Mark had reached the +porch Chub had reached a state of intermittent +calm, and submitted with a fine air of +condescension to the introductions thrust +upon her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She greeted Lieutenant Adams and Kenneth +Westcott pleasantly at Miss Esther’s +bidding, but allowed it plainly to be seen +that she very much preferred Mark’s society.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther, seeing that Chub was peacefully +settled, turned to enter the house.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t go,” called Lieutenant Adams +after her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I must,” said Miss Esther; “I have a lot +of things to attend to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They can wait; I want you. I wish +you’d get one of the new magazines and read +me a story.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther went into the house and soon +returned with several magazines. “Here +are the books,” she said, “but I can’t read +to you. I have a hundred things to do this +morning.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam looked at her calmly. “You are +not going to do any of them,” he said; “you +are going to stay right straight here with me—and +read to me. Sit down in that chair.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther sat down, and Putnam +regarded her with a look of entire satisfaction. +“Any story will do,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She turned the pages, hunting for the +most interesting story.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her mind was slightly distracted by the +novel sensation of submitting to irresistible +authority. The feeling was distinctly pleasant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Romeo couldn’t have done that,” she +thought. “A lover is more condoling, but +my chief humor is for a tyrant. Well, I’ve +certainly found one in this dominating cousin +of mine.”</p> + +<h2>IX</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with +thee.—<span class='it'>As You Like It</span>, iv, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Kenneth started on his fishing expedition. +The road which passed the Adams house +wandered aimlessly off toward a woodland, +and at the edge of this there was a brook. +Here was shade, and fallen trees which +offered particularly comfortable seats. As +Miss Esther had said, there were no fish +now. There had been one once—a very +large one—which had been caught, but that +was in the days when Miss Esther’s father +used to fish there. This lack, however, did +not cause the least worry to Kenneth. His +mood was rather for the manner than the +matter in hand. He wanted to fish—not to +catch fish, and his mother’s pail, had there +been nothing else available, would have +suggested to him those essential ideas which +are of the Waltonian impulse. He wanted +to think, and there is nothing more subtly +conducive to the reflective frame of mind +than sitting on a log, dangling a fish-line in +a brook. If one catches fish, then there is +immediate business in hand which spoils +a train of thought. Your true philosopher, +therefore, desires no fish—he simply wants +to sit and think. That is the secret of fishing, +and Kenneth Westcott knew it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean Richards, from behind the vines of +her own veranda, had watched Kenneth’s +departure from the Adams house and his subsequent +progress toward the brook. “How +absurd,” she thought, as she noted the rod +and creel. “He can’t catch anything in that +brook. I’ll go down and tell him so. I rather +like those boys of Miss Esther’s. I think I’ll +cultivate them—the brothers I mean; that +lame lieutenant is a prig, I’m sure, but the +Westcott boys seem quite worth while. Yes, +I’ll go down there. He’ll be glad of somebody +to amuse him when he finds he can’t +catch any fish.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean waited until she thought that Kenneth +had had time to discover the fishlessness of +the brook, and then leisurely proceeded along +the same path he had taken.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She came upon him suddenly. Seated on +the ground, his back against a fallen log, his +hands clasped behind his head, and his fish-line +trailing in the brook, Kenneth was staring +vacantly toward the blue of the sky.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good gracious, how you scared me!” +cried Jean. “I didn’t know you were here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m going away in a minute,” he replied, +as, after a disinterested glance at the intruder, +he went on with his sky-gazing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, of <span class='it'>all</span> things!” exclaimed Jean. +“May I sit here until you go? I’m awfully +tired.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Certainly, sit down if you like. It isn’t +my log.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean sat down. Kenneth continued to gaze +at the sky.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you doing?” she asked at +last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Cleaning my automobile.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Papa has just got a new buggy,” said +Jean, ingratiatingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Has he?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My father is the manager of the Whitfield +Flour and Feed Company.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is he?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, he is. He thinks I’m nice.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does he?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean rested her chin in her hand and regarded +the young man steadily for some +moments. “Do you know, I rather like +you? Nobody ever talked to me like that +before.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you like to be talked to that way?” +Kenneth glanced critically at his fishing-rod, +and moved his position a trifle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; who are you, anyway?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You know my name.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, what are you, then?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m a fairy prince.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you doing?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m hunting a fairy princess.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How fortunate I happened along just +now.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Kenneth rose, picked up his rod, walked +a little way and leaned it against a tree.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, are you going?” asked Jean. “Good-bye!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I’m not going. I’m coming back +to sit on the log and talk to you; but I see +an interruption approaching in the shape of +two able-bodied men. One of them is our +friend, Mr. Brewster.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And the other is Dr. Bushnell, the minister. +Mr. Brewster is staying at his house.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The two newcomers accepted the hospitality +offered by the occupants of the log, +Brewster throwing himself at full length on +the grass, and Dr. Bushnell, carefully selecting +an available place, seated himself with +great dignity. “What a poetic spot,” he +said. “It reminds me of that wonderful line +of Mrs. Hemans’s, ‘Men may come and +men may go, but I go on forever.’ That is +a beautiful thought. It is well said that there +are sermons in running brooks.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why don’t you pick one out for next +Sunday, Dr. Bushnell?” inquired Jean, with +an air of seriousness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think I will. I think I will. That is by +no means a bad idea. I thank you, my dear +young lady, for suggesting it to me. From +a brook one may draw many—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Fish,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not from this brook,” said Kenneth. +“I’ve been fishing all the morning and +haven’t caught a thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I referred to sermons, not fish,” remarked +Dr. Bushnell, mildly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I didn’t have any sermon bait.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And haven’t you really caught anything?” +inquired Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Only a fairy princess,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And that without any bait,” retorted +Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I knew he wouldn’t catch any fish, +so I came down to amuse him. We were +playing fairy prince and princess.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Was this log your castle?” asked Brewster, +interestedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, indeed,” replied Jean. “I think +the fairy prince was going to build a real +air-castle, with moats and dungeons and +things.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think that kind of a castle would +suit you,” said Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What kind would suit me?” asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A more modern one,” said Brewster. +“A brownstone front on Fifth Avenue, for +instance.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That would suit me exactly,” she replied, +“but it isn’t a castle.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wouldn’t you rather be suited exactly +than to have a castle?” said Brewster, quizzically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I would,” said Jean, honestly. +“Helen is the one for the castle. You know +Miss Fairbanks,—you met her yesterday. +She has set her heart upon a real castle with +turrets and drawbridges and moats.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She ought to have it, too,” said Brewster. +“She would grace it perfectly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am grieved to learn,” said Dr. Bushnell, +“that Miss Helen has set her heart on anything +so far beyond her reach. It seems to +me not only the height of folly, but almost +a sin to aspire to something that one may +never hope to gain.”</p> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>“ ‘Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,</p> +<p class='line0'>Or what’s a heaven for?’ ”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='noindent'>quoted Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Heaven, my dear sir, is quite another +matter. We may all hope to attain that blessed +state.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“True,” said Brewster, in such a bland +tone of acquiescence that Jean giggled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is not a matter for flippancy,” said +Dr. Bushnell, with his most ministerial air. +“Ambition, rightly directed, and not having +its source in a prideful desire for vainglory, +is admirable and praiseworthy in all. But +ambition that is selfish and based on a desire +for vulgar ostentation and display—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Helen Fairbanks is not vulgar or ostentatious,” +broke in Jean. “She doesn’t want +a castle for show. What she wants and what +she ought to have is the sort of thing represented +by a moated castle. She would fit +right into a picture of that kind, and she +knows it, and so, naturally, she longs intensely +for it. But she isn’t miserable over +it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Brewster; “I have +only met Miss Fairbanks once, and she +certainly gives a stranger the impression of +the Haughty Princess. One would hardly +imagine her longing intensely for anything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s only because you don’t know +her,” said Jean. “Her likes and dislikes are +extreme. It is not the material castle that +she cares for, either. It is simply that she +wants to realize her tremendous ideals.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Just as I said,” interposed Dr. Bushnell. +“Her ideals are so tremendous that I fear +they can never be realized, and therefore I +say that it is wrong for her to hold them. It +is better to be like you, my dear young lady—contented +with your lot and cherishing no +overweening ambitions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that so?” said Kenneth, with much +interest. “Do I really see before me an +absolutely contented individual?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You do not!” said Jean, indignantly, +as if content were a thing to be ashamed of. +“I have fully as many ideals as Helen, though +they are quite different ones.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is the chief one?” asked Kenneth; +“a fairy prince?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, indeed; I have dozens of fairy princes +who await but my nod. My chief desire this +morning is for a white chiffon parasol and +a maltese kitten.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They are not exactly in line with the +ideals you attribute to Miss Fairbanks,” said +Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Dr. Bushnell, “but they are +within the possibilities, and so show a more +admirable trait of character, in that your +desires are subservient to your probable +attainments. Yours is a disposition to be +envied.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll tell Helen that,” said Jean. “I would +like to have her envy me. It would be such +a pleasant change.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, do you envy her?” asked Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do, indeed. She is so beautiful and +stately, and so great-hearted under her apparent +calm indifference, and so unswerving +in her aims, and so—so fond of kittens.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you are that,” said Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, but the kittens are fond of her in +return—that’s Helen.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If Miss Helen would confine her ambitions +to kittens,” said Dr. Bushnell, “it +would be so much wiser and better for her. +She is a dear girl, but it occasions me much +serious thought when I observe her mistaken +tendencies. Does it not seem to you, +Mr. Brewster—I ask you now in a general +way—does it not seem to you that our extravagant +desires, which in the very nature +of things are impossible of fulfillment, should +be curbed—nay, should be rooted out by +the kind hand of friendly counsel?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am sorry that I do not agree with you, +Dr. Bushnell,” replied Brewster, “but I’m +afraid I must confess to a deep sympathy +with Miss Fairbanks, for I myself am a victim +of unattainable and often even incomprehensible +ideals.”</p> + +<h2>X</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>If he fail, yet go we under our opinion still that we have +better men.—<span class='it'>Troilus and Cressida</span>, i, 3.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>After thinking it all over seriously, Miss +Esther had concluded that Mark Westcott +and Theodore Winthrop Brewster were the +most suitable candidates yet entered on the +books of her Matrimonial Bureau for the +hand of her artist-client, Lillian Hastings. It +had been difficult to choose between them, +for they were both distinctly eligible, but +after two or three days’ acquaintance, she had +discovered that Mark possessed more of the +traits which might develop into the character +of the traditional fairy godfather. In pursuance +of her plans, the wily lady one afternoon +invented an errand for one unsuspecting +youth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mark,” she said, ingratiatingly, “wouldn’t +you like to go over to Lillian Hastings’s for +me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, are you over there?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t be saucy. I assumed that you could +understand English. I’ll try again. Cousin, +or, fair cousin, I would wish you, or, I would +request you, or, I would entreat you, not to +fear, not to tremble: but to go, or, to walk, +or, to amble withal, to the house, or the +home, or the studio of Miss Lillian Hastings, +and there with deep diplomacy acquaint thyself +with that which I desire. This having +done, I bid thee tell me true that which with +subtle art thou hast discovered.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sure, I’ll go; but what is this tremendous +mission?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lillian is painting a picture, and I want +to know if it is finished yet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But where does the diplomacy come +in?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You see, I don’t want her to know that +I want to know, but when the picture is +finished, I’m going to have a party or something +for her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is the picture? How am I to +know it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s a great big field with a cow in the +middle.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right. I can tell it by the cow, but +how am I to know if it is finished?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s where you must use your +ingenuity. Take your time and lead the +conversation around by devious by-paths +until you find out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right; put me up a little luncheon +and I’ll stay all day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You haven’t any diplomacy,” said Kenneth. +“I’ll go along with you and manage +the ingenious part.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, no! You can’t go, Kenneth. I want +you this afternoon. I want you to take me +driving.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you can’t go driving, Cousin Esther,” +broke in Lieutenant Adams. “You promised +to stay with me. I’ve got to have you. +Clear out, you two boys, and stay as long as +you like.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In the few days of Putnam Adams’s stay +it had come about that the household obeyed +him unquestioningly. Miss Esther realized +that Kenneth’s going would interfere with +her plans, yet there was no escape from the +inevitable, and she docilely remained with +Putnam and watched the brothers as they +sauntered across the lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>They found Lillian at her easel, at work on +a large landscape.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s the picture, now,” exclaimed +Mark, diplomatically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I told you you hadn’t any ingenuity,” +said Kenneth, “and besides that can’t be the +picture. There isn’t any cow in it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There was a cow—” began Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How did it get away?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I painted it out,” replied the artist.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then that’s the picture. I knew it was,” +said Mark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What picture?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can’t tell you. We’re diplomats. +When will it be finished?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s almost finished now. I think it will +be done by Saturday.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then that’s all right. I’ll tell Cousin +Esther,” said Mark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What does she want to know for?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can’t tell you. That’s a surprise. +How can people be diplomats if other people +ask them questions all the time?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, who painted this head?” Kenneth +had discovered a portrait among a lot of +sketches.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By Jove!” exclaimed Mark, “that looks +like the girls.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What girls?” asked Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Our girls,” said Kenneth. “We’re engaged +to them, you know. Want to see ’em?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, indeed. Where are they?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The boys simultaneously drew from their +pockets two thin gold cases each containing +a miniature of a young woman.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, these are pictures of the same +girl,” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not exactly,” explained Kenneth. +“We’ve each got one. You see they’re +twins.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should think they were twins. I never +saw anything so much alike in my life. +How do you tell them apart?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can’t,” said Mark. “At least we can +tell the girls apart, but not the pictures. +They got mixed up once and we’ve never +known which is which since. But it doesn’t +matter. They can tell us apart.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, of course, they can tell which of +you they are engaged to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Kenneth, “we have to depend +on them to sort us out. But sometimes +I think they fool us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I know they do,” said Mark. “They +think it’s a great joke.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you to be married soon?” asked +Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, there’s to be a double wedding in the +fall. Great time—I wish you’d come to it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’d love to go. Is Miss Esther going?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I guess so. She came on to Roger’s +wedding, but she hasn’t said anything +about ours.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They’re awfully pretty girls. What are +their names?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Butler—Edna and Edwina. We call +them Ed for short.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do they know which one you +mean?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, according to who says it. I +wouldn’t call Edna ‘Ed.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’d better not,” said Mark. “I’d +pound you if you did.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where are they now?” asked Lillian, +interestedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They are going on with mother this +week from Boston to the Adirondacks, and +Mark and I are to join them there later.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Just then Brewster and Helen Fairbanks +came into the studio.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ve been walking miles and miles,” +said Helen, “and we’re going over to Miss +Esther’s for a cup of tea, and we want you +to come with us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” said Mark, “we’ll go. Just +wait a few minutes till Miss Hastings paints +a cow into her picture.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, the cow can wait till to-morrow,” +said Lillian; “but won’t you show Miss +Fairbanks those two miniatures, or one at +least?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The boys produced the lockets and +handed them to Helen. “What a beautiful +girl,” she said. “Is she your sister?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No—she isn’t one girl, she’s twins, +and she’s engaged to these two brothers +here,” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Which is which?” asked Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Merciful powers!” exclaimed Kenneth, +“you haven’t mixed them up again, have +you? We just got them sorted out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why these are the Butler twins,” said +Brewster as he looked at the pictures. +“I’ve known them all their lives;—this is +Edna and this is Edwina.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How can you tell?” asked Mark, admiringly; +“but give me Edwina quick, while +you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now I’m ready,” said Lillian, sticking +her brushes into an already crowded ginger +jar. “Come on, let’s go. It’s almost five.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>On the way to the Adams house they +passed Dr. Bushnell’s. Brewster turned in +at the gate. “Go on,” he said, “I’ll get the +book I promised Miss Fairbanks, and catch +you before you get to Miss Esther’s.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>That afternoon had proved an eventful +one for Miss Adams, and had completely +disarranged her Matrimonial Bureau.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She had been sitting on the east porch +with Putnam, when Nora announced the +arrival of three ladies.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, Emily Westcott!” exclaimed +Miss Esther, “I’m so glad to see you. +Where under the sun did you come from?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m on my way to Saranac, and just +stopped over for the night to see you and to +show you my new daughters. This is Edwina +Butler and this is Edna Butler. Where +are the boys?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m very glad to see you—all of you. +But why do you call these young ladies +your daughters?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, they’re engaged to Mark and +Kenneth. Haven’t they told you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mark and Kenneth?” said Miss Esther, +“Mark and Kenneth! but which of you is +which? How can they tell you apart?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They can’t,” said Edna Butler. “We +tell them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther sat down. “Well, of <span class='it'>all</span> +things!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why are you so surprised?” asked Mrs. +Westcott. “The boys are old enough. +Mark is twenty-five—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, yes, I know. And I’m very much +pleased,—very much pleased. I am sure,” +she added, turning to the young ladies, +“that you must be twins. You are, aren’t +you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, we are; I am Edwina. There’s no +way to tell us apart except by our first +names. Mark is my special property.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And Kenneth is mine,” said Edna. +“He has written so much about you and +this beautiful place that we’re perfectly delighted +to be here. He told us, too, about +numbers of new cousins he had found here. +Mayn’t we see them?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, indeed,” said Miss Esther. “At +least we have one of them on exhibition. +Your boys have gone calling somewhere, +but one of the new cousins—Lieutenant +Adams—is on the east porch, laid up with +a broken leg. Come out and amuse him for +a while.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She took the Butler twins to the east +porch, presented Lieutenant Adams, and +then returned to Mrs. Westcott. “Those +young people can take care of themselves,” +she said, “and you and I can have a good +old-time chat.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ve come out to get acquainted,” +announced Edna. “You may not know it, +but you are to be one of our new cousins, +Lieutenant Adams.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m very glad to hear that,” he said; +“but if I’m your cousin, you must call me +Putnam. What’s your name?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mine’s Edna, and hers is Edwina. You +may use them, if you like.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know how I can remember which +belongs to which. Your gowns are exactly +alike. You ought to have some distinguishing +mark.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right. Give me one of your gilt +buttons,” said Edna, “and I’ll wear it on +my chain.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Lieutenant Adams, cutting +off a button from his white duck coat, +which Edna gleefully attached to her long +chain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I want one, too,” said Edwina, “to put +on my chain.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course. Here’s one for you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Edwina strung the button on her chain. +“Now shut your eyes,” she said, “and count +ten.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>During the counting Putnam heard an +ostentatious rustle and two very similar +giggles. Then he announced “Ten!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now look at us,” said one of them. +“Which am I?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s dead easy; you’re Edwina.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How can you tell?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, because one of you is so much +prettier than the other.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Which?” cried the twins together.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Both,” said Putnam, gallantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if that doesn’t look like Winthrop +Brewster,” said Edwina, as she saw +a tall man in white flannels crossing the +lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is,” said her sister.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course it is,” said Putnam. “Do you +know him?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, known him all our lives. Hullo, +Winthrop!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, Peaches Butler!” exclaimed Brewster +as he came up the steps. “How did you +get here? You see,” he explained to Putnam, +“that when I address these young +women together I have to refer to them in +the plural. When I meet only one of them +I call her Peach.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>From the library window Miss Esther +could hear the laughter on the east porch. +She had left Mrs. Westcott in her room, after +hearing from her the details of the boys’ +engagements.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mark and Kenneth both out of it,” she +thought. “To be sure, I only needed one +of them, but I can’t have either, it seems. +I think the Jean and Putnam affair will turn +out as I have planned. Then, of course, +I must give Winthrop Brewster to Lillian. +That still leaves Helen. She is certainly +my most troublesome client. This being +a Matrimonial Bureau is harder work than +I thought it would be.”</p> + +<h2>XI</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>He well may be a stranger, for he comes to an honored +triumph.—<span class='it'>Pericles</span>, ii, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>After leaving Brewster at Dr. Bushnell’s, +Mark explained to his companions that he +had forgotten to go to the post-office as +he had promised Miss Esther he would do. +They all went with him. When they reached +the Adams house there was no one on the +front veranda.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’re late,” said Helen, “and yet I +don’t see any appearance of tea-things. I +wonder where everybody is?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Some fearful accident must have happened +in this well-regulated family to have +interfered with the tea routine,” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” exclaimed Kenneth, “the fearful +accident is Putnam Adams. He has regulations +of his own, and he has hypnotized +Cousin Esther into thinking that they are +hers. He’s probably having tea in that +padded cell of his.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“From the racket, I should say he had +a whole tea-party,” said Mark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ll invite ourselves to it,” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>They sauntered slowly toward the porch, +Lillian and Mark ahead, and Helen following +with Kenneth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s Mark’s laugh,” said Edwina. +“The boys are coming, Ed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Butler twins flew to the vine-framed +window and looked out to see Mark and +Kenneth apparently very much interested +in two merry young women. At the same +moment Lillian spied the twin faces in the +leafy frame. “There,” she cried, “are the +girls out of your lockets!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Edwina Butler!” yelled Mark, dropping +in an astonished heap on the grass. “Whichever +one of you belongs to me, come out +here—quick!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, you come up here. Aren’t you +awful glad to see us? We’re a surprise +party,” said Edwina.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You certainly are,” said Kenneth, bounding +up the steps. “What are you doing +here, anyway?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian and Helen followed Kenneth, and +Brewster introduced them to the Butler +twins. Just as Mark rose to go, too, Jean +came around the corner of the house. +“Where’s everybody?” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Up in Putnam’s porch,” replied Mark. +“Come on up.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here comes Mark with another girl,” +said Edwina to Brewster. “Is he making +a collection?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I think he is,” replied Brewster; +“and I admire his taste in gems.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“His latest acquisition seems to be a +sparkling one.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’s all of that,” said Brewster. “Jean +Richards is a witch; but I’m not sure that +I would call her Mark’s acquisition.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is she yours?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, not that either. Lieutenant Adams—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Just at this moment Mark came up and +Edwina lost interest in Brewster’s sentence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mark has good taste,” thought Brewster, +glancing at Miss Butler, “but for myself—” +He deliberately walked across the porch +and seated himself beside Helen Fairbanks.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther and Mrs. Westcott appeared +at the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The Mother!” shrieked Kenneth, and +sprang to meet her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What a lot of people for tea,” said Miss +Esther. “We must all go out on the front +veranda right away. Everything is ready.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We are going to have tea here to-day,” +said Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He looked at Miss Esther with that air +of absolute finality which she had already +learned meant ultimate acquiescence on +her part; and while she felt it necessary to +parley a little, if only for a compromise with +her own dignity, yet she was secretly pleased +with the positive knowledge that she would +capitulate at last. In a word, she enjoyed +Putnam’s despotism.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But we always have it on the front veranda. +We’ll have to go out there,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Putnam; “it is to be served +here. Sit down.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther sat down.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, Miss Richards,” began Putnam, +“you will kindly ask Nora to superintend +moving all that tea baggage out here, and you +Westcott boys get busy and do the boosting.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Usually Putnam’s orders were carried out +to the letter, but when Jean reached the +front veranda, she was surprised to see a +strange young man sitting there. He was +a fat little man, who looked as though he +might be merry in favoring circumstances. +But just now he sat in an attitude of deep +dejection, his round face showing a most +woe-begone expression.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t cry!” said Jean. “It’s all right. +What’s the matter?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Somebody’s broke the doorbell, and I +can’t get in. Sit down, won’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean sat down beside him. “I really must +be going,” she said; “they’re waiting for +me inside.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Can’t I go in, too? I’m expected. I +am Abraham Lincoln Dodd.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean regarded him critically. “You don’t +look like Abraham Lincoln,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No; I favor the Dodds. We are the +Dodds of Lawrence. We spell our name +D-o-double-d. It is pronounced Dodd—the +final d is silent.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How interesting,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, isn’t it? Putnam Adams wrote +for me to come down here. He said that +his Cousin Esther said I might. Are you +his Cousin Esther?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no. Miss Adams is a lady of about +fifty.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, so Putnam said.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where are you, Miss Richards?” called +Mark from the doorway.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here I am. Come out and meet Mr. +Dodd.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Certainly,” said Mark, dropping down +on the top step. “Did Putnam tell you to +keep Mr. Dodd out here?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can’t get in,” said Abraham Lincoln +Dodd. “Nobody answered my ring, and +I can’t find Putnam.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What’s up?” asked Kenneth, coming +out after more teacups.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve found a stranger,” said Jean, “and +I took him in. Want to see him?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She hasn’t taken me in <span class='it'>yet</span>,” said Dodd, +cheerfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She will, though,” said Kenneth, sitting +down beside his brother. “It’s a happy +little faculty Miss Richards possesses. But +you’re not a stranger. Putnam expected +you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Miss Adams was kind enough to +invite me. They said to come as soon as +I could, and so I came right away. I drove +over from Richfield Springs in my automobile.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You did?” cried Jean. “Have you got +an automobile? Will you take me out in +it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” replied Dodd. “Get your +hat.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There’s a riot on the east porch,” said +Brewster, appearing suddenly. “<span class='it'>Where</span> is +that tea-table?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never mind the tea,” exclaimed Jean. +“Here’s Mr. Dodd, and he’s got an automobile! +Come out and see him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where is it?” asked Brewster, joining +the group.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why,” said Dodd, “it was most unfortunate. +Just as I was coming through the +village it had a pain, so I left it at the blacksmith’s. +It will be all right by to-morrow.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can go to-morrow,” said Jean. “We’ll +all go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How many are there of us?” asked +Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, there’s a lot of us,” replied Jean. +“There’s Miss Esther—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, here’s Miss Esther,” said that lady +coming through the hall. “What is going +on? Are you going to keep these boys here +all the afternoon?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why,” said Jean, “I’m entertaining your +company. Mr. Dodd is here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Putnam’s Mr. Dodd?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your Mr. Dodd, if you will have me,” +said Abraham Lincoln, rising.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Certainly I will. Consider yourself one +of my adopted boys. I have a great many. +Won’t you come in?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve been trying to get in, but Miss +Richards has kept me out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She is quite capable of it. You’re a bad +girl, Jean. Go back to the east porch at +once. Putnam wants you. Also, I left two +girls weeping for the Westcott boys. Mr. +Brewster, tell Putnam that Mr. Dodd is here. +I’ll bring him out there directly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was right down good of you to ask me +over here, Miss Adams,” said Dodd as they +were left alone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am glad to have you. Any friend of +Putnam’s is welcome. I am very fond of that +boy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, he’s an all-round good fellow. +I’m sorry he’s laid up, but this is certainly +an ideal spot to be laid up in. The country +is beautiful, and I’m glad I brought my +sketching-traps.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes. Putnam told me you painted. +I’m so glad.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You won’t be when you see my pictures. +I don’t paint very well.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you take an interest in art?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes. I like pictures and I like people +who like pictures.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was with great satisfaction that Miss +Esther showed Abraham Lincoln Dodd to +his room. When she came down stairs she +paused a moment in the library. “It’s nothing +short of providential,” she thought. +“Just when I had to give up all hopes of +one of those Westcott boys for Lillian, here +comes along an even better candidate. He +is not only available along the art lines, but +Putnam says he is rich and so, of course, he +could take Lillian abroad or anywhere she +wants to go. I really think he’ll do very +well. Dodd isn’t a much prettier name than +Briggs, and I did want Westcott; but I must +not sit too long on trifles. It is working out +admirably. There does seem to be a special +providence that waits on Matrimonial Bureaus. +If all goes well, Lillian can sail by +the middle of August after all.”</p> + +<h2>XII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>My chief humor is for a tyrant.—<span class='it'>Midsummer Night’s +Dream</span>, i, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam’s tea on the east porch proved a +decided success. Abraham Lincoln Dodd +was an acquisition, and Miss Esther viewed +the entire group with a secret elation that at +last she had secured a stage-setting such as +she wanted, and furthermore had brought +her actors all together upon the scene.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It seemed to her the perfected realization +of her attempt to model a situation after +those described in her favorite English +novels. The wicker tea-table and its complete +appointments, the pretty girls in their +light summer frocks, the jolly, careless men +with their unostentatious thoughtfulness for +Putnam, the blue sky, the green, close-cut +grass, and even the sweep of the graveled +driveway, along which Miss Esther’s imagination +could see Lady Rose’s daughter rolling +in her victoria,—all these filled her +heart with joy. This joy was not expressed +in words, but its manifestation was evident +in her demeanor and made her, appropriately +enough, a fitting central figure for the +picture. She looked at the three girls she +was so fond of, she looked at her recently +acquired collection of cousins, and then she +looked curiously at Mr. Dodd and wondered. +“I think he will do,” she thought, “and he +seems to like Lillian already.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As a matter of fact, Mr. Dodd seemed to +like not only Lillian but all of Miss Esther’s +guests, and apparently the regard was mutual. +The centre of an admiring group, he +was telling of some exciting experience +which befell him when he was young. “It +wasn’t so bad, then, but after I grew up—” +he began.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you didn’t grow very far,” interrupted +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not up, no; but I grew a lot cross-wise. +I think Nature intended me for a +sphere.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She accomplished her purpose admirably,” +said Putnam.</p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width:80%'> +<img src='images/ill002.jpg' alt='Group of men and women partaking in tea time' id='img02' style='width:99%;height:auto;'/> +<p class='caption'><span class='it'>Tea on the east porch.</span></p> +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“The minister was telling me the other +day,” said Jean, “that I ought to find my +sphere. I wonder if you’re it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Miss Esther, involuntarily. +“That is, I mean,” she went on hurriedly, +“I won’t have anybody calling my guests +spheres or any other geometrical solids. +And by the way, Mr. Dodd, what am +I to call you? You see, all these other +adopted boys of mine I call by their first +names.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But Mr. Dodd’s first name is so ponderous,” +said Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is,” said Dodd, hopelessly. “But,” he +added, brightening, “they used to call me +Little Sunshine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall call you Lincoln,” said Miss +Esther, decidedly. “It suits you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am very glad to hear that somebody +has at last realized my essential Lincolnic +attributes. I have always wanted to issue a +proclamation. I am a born proclaimer, and +if I could only emancipate somebody from +something, I could die happy. I am Lincolnian +to the backbone. I was cut out for +a great fighter.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you’re talking about fighters,” said +Mark, “Fitzsimmons is my choice.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, call me Fitz if you like. I might +just as well have been named after him, if +he had done his fighting as early as Lincoln +did. He’s another kind of fighter, to be +sure, but if a man fights to win, what’s the +odds whether he fights men or conditions?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why men like to fight so +much,” said Lillian. “I should think you +would rather be something nice. A painter, +for instance, like Sir Joshua Reynolds.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I am a painter, and you may call me +Sir Josh if you like.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you really a painter?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I am. I’m a big painter. My last +picture was a scene up Gloucester way, and +covered the whole coast, all the shore from +Rocky Neck to Cape Ann.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All on one canvas?” asked Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I wanted it for a certain space, but +somehow I got the thing too long, and when +I got it home it wouldn’t fit.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did you do then?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I had to take a tuck in it,—up and +down, you know. It didn’t make any difference. +It only cut out a few miles between +the DeCamp cottage and the hotels on the +eastern shore. That stretch is uninteresting, +anyway.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m awfully glad you paint,” said Lillian; +“I paint some, too. If you paint better +than I do, you can teach me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will, with pleasure, and if you paint +better than I do, you can teach me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther smiled. Mr. Dodd was certainly +a most tractable man. If she had told +him just what she wanted, he couldn’t have +fallen in with her plans better. She foresaw +a friendship that should begin over the paint +tubes, and should lead straight to the deck +of the European steamer. “Perhaps I am +not exactly the god in the machine,” she +thought, while apparently listening to Mrs. +Westcott’s periphrases, “but I am the machinist, +and I must set the god to work. And +if ’t were done when ’t is done, then ’twere +well ’twere done quickly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther regarded Lillian with the +expression a chess-player would bestow upon +an idle pawn. She decided to make a move +upon her matrimonial chessboard. “Lillian,” +she said, transparently diplomatic, +“wouldn’t you like to take Mr. Dodd over +to your studio and let him advise you about +that new picture of yours?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian did want to, but not feeling sure +of Mr. Dodd’s state of mind on the subject, +she looked at him, inquiringly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nothing I should like better,” said he, +jumping up. “As an adviser I am a great +success. I make a specialty of advising. I +have noticed that nowadays it is the thing to +be a specialist.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I thought specialists were surgeons +or doctors,” said Edwina Butler. “Are you +a doctor?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I am. I administer advice in capsules +to my patients, and they’re not always +sugar-coated, either.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then sometimes they are hard to take,” +said Lillian. “I hope you’ll sugar-coat +mine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know,” Dodd returned. “I +haven’t seen your picture yet, and I don’t +know what kind you’ll need.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Advise her to put her cow back in the +pasture,” said Mark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where is she now?” asked Dodd. “Do +you allow your cow to paint on your pictures, +Miss Hastings, while you’re away?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, it was only a painted cow upon a +painted picture, and I unpainted her, because—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because she wouldn’t moo,” interrupted +Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you are a realist?” asked Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes. I want to paint cows that can +moo,” replied Lillian, “although I may not +hear them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They’d scare you to death if they did,” +said Jean. “I never knew anybody so afraid +of cows as you are.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, go on,” said Miss Esther. “I’ve +no doubt if you meet any cows on the way +Mr. Dodd will—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Paint them out,” supplemented Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We will,” said Dodd as he walked down +the steps with Lillian; “but remember that +sometimes it requires a good deal of courage +to paint out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian gave him a glance of admiring +appreciation. Miss Esther caught it, and +smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Pursuing her rôle of a zealous and very +active fate, Miss Esther next proceeded to +clear the stage for the more prominent actors +in her comedy-drama. “Girls,” she said to +the Butler twins, “wouldn’t you like to see +something of the place? Why don’t you ask +that pair of Westcotts of yours to take you +down where Kenneth was fishing the other +day? That’s a most romantic spot.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, we’re not so romantic as all that,” +said Edwina, “or at least if we are, we have +plenty of opportunities for romance; but it +isn’t often that we get a chance at such a +lovely afternoon tea as this is, and we want +to stay to it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is my tea,” said Putnam, “and I +can manage it any way I like. Now I’ll +interrupt it right here, and you kids go down +to the brook. We’ll begin the tea again +when you come back.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Miss Esther, delighted that +her necessary acquiescence with Putnam’s +views should coincide so perfectly with her +wishes, “run along at once. Stay as long +as you like, and be sure to be here at seven +o’clock for dinner.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They’ll never get back by that time,” +said Mrs. Westcott. “You don’t know that +quartette as well as I do. They have no idea +of time. You ought not to let them go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, she’s sending us,” cried Edna. “I +don’t care a snip about going.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, go along,” said her hostess, “you’ll +be back in time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The four ran laughing down the steps and +crossed the lawn in the direction of the +woodland. Elated by her success so far, +Miss Esther proceeded to dispose of Helen +and Mr. Brewster, for her ultimate plan was +nothing less than to leave Jean and Lieutenant +Adams in undisturbed possession of +the east porch. But Theodore Winthrop +Brewster was not so easily managed as the +Westcott boys. She made several unsuccessful +attempts. “Mr. Brewster,” she said, +finally, “have you seen Jack’s ship since he +has painted it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have, indeed,” said Brewster, cheerfully; +“in fact I helped him paint it yesterday.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But he put on another coat this morning, +and it really looks very different. Take +Helen up to see it. She’s so interested in +Jack’s ship.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m the one that is interested in Jack’s +ship,” broke in Jean; “let me go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Stay where you are,” said Putnam, dictatorially; +“you weren’t invited. Miss Fairbanks +was.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I don’t want to go,” said Helen. +“I am very comfortable here;” and she +leaned back in her lounging-chair with one +of her best expressions of reposeful content.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You always exasperate me when you +look like that,” said Jean. “I wish Miss +Esther would make you go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t,” said Miss Esther. “I can make +some people do some things some of the +time, but I know better than to order Helen +Fairbanks around. Besides, Putnam is the +only one here who can make anybody do +anything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Try it,” said Helen, looking over at Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not I. I should be proud to have you +give me orders, but I should never dream of +commanding Miss Helen Fairbanks.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your decision is a wise one, as my family +could tell you. Collectively and individually +they have tried to make me mind, +but without any very startling success.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come with me, Miss Fairbanks,” said +Brewster. “There are some interesting details +about Jack’s ship that I would like to +show you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen rose smilingly, and with an evident +unconsciousness that she was obeying +dictation, she walked into the house with +Brewster. Putnam caught Miss Esther’s +glance across the porch and threw back an +amused smile of comprehension.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After Helen and Mr. Brewster left them, +Miss Esther diplomatically contrived an exit +for herself and Mrs. Westcott. “If you will +come into the library with me, Emily,” she +said, “I will look up those papers and we +will settle those disputed genealogical questions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, there’s no hurry about it,” said +Mrs. Westcott, “I shall be here two or three +days.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come now,” said Miss Esther, “I’m +just in the mood for it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She held the door open with such an air +of compulsion that Mrs. Westcott reluctantly +went in.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Left alone with Putnam on the veranda, +Jean, for some unaccountable reason, felt +vaguely embarrassed. “I must take these +things out to Nora,” she said, as she began +rather aimlessly to fuss with the teacups.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Stay where you are,” said Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you see,” said Jean, “I really must +look after these things. It’s Nora’s afternoon +out—at least I think it is—and Miss +Esther always depends on me to look after +things for her—especially if she has company—and +so, you see, I really must—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sit down,” said Putnam.</p> + +<h2>XIII</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>And I for no woman.—<span class='it'>As You Like It</span>, v, 2.</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“I won’t sit down,” said Jean. “You can +boss Miss Esther as much as you like, but +you needn’t think that I’m going to do +exactly as you say. I am in the habit of doing +the ordering myself. That is the divine right +of an only child.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“An only child needn’t be a spoiled +child,” said Putnam, lazily.</p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width:80%'> +<img src='images/ill001.jpg' alt='Woman talks to man in chair' id='img01' style='width:99%;height:auto;'/> +<p class='caption'>“<span class='it'>I’m not a spoiled child!</span>”</p> +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m not a spoiled child,” and Jean’s eyes +flashed; “nobody ever said that before!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t object to being a pioneer. The +rôle has always appealed to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, don’t indulge your proclivities in +this undiscovered country.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam regarded Jean deliberately, and +with an expression of amused curiosity. He +was an unusually handsome man, and his +magnificent physique gave an impression of +resolute power to a degree rare, even in a +soldier. This impression was in no way lessened, +but was rather accented by his present +condition of physical helplessness. Stretched +at full length in a steamer-chair, and consequently +incapable of active exertion, he still +showed unmistakable evidence of an immense +amount of reserve force. It was this +air of indolently conscious superiority which +proved so excessively tantalizing to Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She sat down in a low chair beside him, +and resting her chin in her hands, gazed +straight into his eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?” repeated Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because I won’t stand it. You’re the +spoiled child yourself. You always have +your own way, irrespective of what anybody +else wants, and it makes me furious to have +you think that you can order me about as +you do others. You shan’t do it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?” said Putnam again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He still looked at her quizzically with the +added provocation of a slight patronizing +smile. Jean flushed angrily. Putnam +changed his position, but with difficulty, and +the expression of pain which came into his +eyes roused all Jean’s instincts of helpfulness. +Without realizing what she was doing, she +rose and took a pillow from the hammock. +This she placed under Putnam’s shoulder, +and with quick, deft touches patted it into +exactly the right position.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you,” he said, with a grave courtesy +quite at variance with his former teasing +mood. Jean flushed again, but this time it +was not with anger. She could not have analyzed +the reason even if she had tried. It +was simply the charm of Putnam Adams’s +personality. Splendid physical strength and +an iron will, with a calm, consummate indifference, +born of unqualified self-confidence, +make the most attractive combination possible +in a man, and he possessed these qualities +in their perfection. Possibly the consciousness +of this had added to his manner a +little too great a touch of autocracy, but this +was always forgiven him, because, when +necessary, Putnam Adams commanded forgiveness +with the same assurance that he +commanded everything else.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And so this personality appealed to Jean, +not only because of its effectiveness with all +women, but because this was the first time +that a man of this stamp had come within +her experience. She was a little bewildered +by it, and in consequence lost much of her +self-confident ability to hold her own against +any odds.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Indeed, it was otherwise inexplicable that +she, the high-handed dispenser of begged-for +favors, should, not only without invitation, +but without volition, have bestowed upon an +outrageously indifferent beneficiary a favor +which, however casual it might seem, was +really a tribute to his masterfulness. She +was conquered, although she didn’t know it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam Adams knew it, but he did not +tell her.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>After a few weeks of rest and Miss +Esther’s care, Putnam’s condition improved +to such an extent that he was able to get +about without his crutches, and was able to +take his place in the sextette which had many +excursions by automobile and otherwise in +the surrounding country about Whitfield.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Westcott party had gone on to the +Adirondacks, after promising to stop at Miss +Esther’s on the way back. After Mark’s departure, +Chub had transferred her affections +to Abraham Lincoln Dodd, whom she called +Linkum, and whom she alternately petted +and tyrannized over.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>One morning Dodd lay on his back on the +lawn, looking up at a very blue sky, and Chub +amused herself by piling leaves upon his face.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m a wobin,” she said, gleefully, “and +you’re my Babeth in the Woodth.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I knew a robin once,—” began Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A nither wobin than me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, not nicer than you, except that that +robin didn’t put sand in my eyes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wath it a weally wobin?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, a really robin, with feathers. We +were great friends.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have a friend—he’th a chipmuk; and +I have ’nother friend, and he’th a tagger; +and I have ’nother friend, and he’th a—a—a—Bear—a +awful big Bear; and I had +’nother friend, and he wath a little kittypillar—but +he ranned away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is your bear a really bear?” asked +Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yeth; a big live bear with featherth, +and he livth wight over there.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With a comprehensive sweep of her dimpled +arm, Chub vaguely indicated the habitat +of the bear.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lovely!” said Dodd. “And do the tiger +and chipmunk live there, too?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth, we all live there, and we have +thupper together and the tagger eath bread +and milk, and the chipmuk eath cuthtard, +and the bear—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Eats the caterpillar?” questioned Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, he didn’t. The little kittypillar +ranned away, cauth the bear theen him go, +and he ranned acroth the woad and acroth +the brook and acroth the fenth, he ranned +awful fatht.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Did you run after him?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth, and I felled in the brook and got +all drownded up, and the chipmuk come +’long and he felled in the brook, and the tagger +come ’long and he felled in the brook, +and the bear come ’long and he felled in the +brook, and the chipmuk come ’long and he +felled in the brook, and—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you had the chipmunk in the brook +before.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth, but he felled in two timeth; and +the bear come ’long—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But the end of this thrilling tale was lost +to history, and so far as we know authoritatively, +the animals are still in the brook, for +just at this moment Chub’s nurse appeared +and carried the baby off for her morning nap.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Dodd rose, brushed off the leaves and wisps +of grass with which Chub had favored him, +and went into the house in search of Miss +Esther. When he reached the hall he saw +her in the library.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As he entered the room, she said, apparently +to nobody, “They are all doing beautifully, +except Winthrop Brewster. I cannot +understand, Cassius,” she said, “what is the +matter with that man. I’m sure he cares a +lot about Helen, and last night I managed to +leave them alone on the East porch, and,” +seeing Dodd in the doorway, “if you’ll believe +me, Lincoln Dodd, nothing came of it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You don’t mean it!” said Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I do, and I was just telling Cassius—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I heard you address Cassius. Is he a +dog?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I mean Caius Cassius. I often talk +to my books—especially when I want advice.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you often get it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Always, if I ask the right ones.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you know who are the right +ones?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My intuitions tell me, and just now they +tell me that you are the one.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m a good adviser,” said Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I believe you are, and that is why +I’m going to ask you seriously about a very +important matter.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do,” he replied. “I’ve been wanting +excitement of some kind.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, this will be exciting enough, I +promise you. It’s nothing more nor less +than that you are to get married,—sooner +than you expect to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To you? All right!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No. Don’t be foolish. Not to me. But +really, a rich young man like you are, and +a good man, and a kind man, ought to make +some girl happy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But perhaps it wouldn’t make me +happy,” said Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, don’t attempt to be coy with me. +I understand perfectly how the land lies, and +I am thoroughly pleased, I can assure you. +Lillian Hastings is one of the dearest girls +I know, and—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good Heavens! Miss Esther, what in +the world are you talking about?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, anybody can see with half an eye +that you’re in love with her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I’m not. I’m not a bit in love with +Miss Hastings or with any other lady, and +I never wish to marry or be given in marriage.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re not in love with Lillian Hastings!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther dropped onto the sofa. She +looked the picture of woe.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Et tu, Brute!” she said. “Another candidate +defeated!”</p> + +<h2>XIV</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Here’s a small trifle of wives.—<span class='it'>Merchant of Venice</span>, ii, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian’s studio was peculiarly fitted for +confidences. It was away up in the top of +a house which had been constructed in the +time when gingerbread formed a part of the +architectural impulse of Central New York. +Still, up in the attic there had been left an unfinished +room—garret, with rafters and other +things dear to the heart of those who were +born in Central New York in the middle +seventies. This room the young woman had +adapted to her own uses. She had impressed +the men from the Whitfield Planing Mill +and Agricultural Works, and she had directed +them to construct a ceiling of matched +lumber—though she did not know what +matched lumber meant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After it was finished she discovered that +it was simply a ceiling of boards closely +fitted together, and that by no possibility +could the boards be said to match—so far +as her eye for color could discover. Still, +she was satisfied, for she had covered the +whole affair with a coat of burlap, and over +this she had put a coat of paint—dark green, +with splashes of gold in it—and when it was +done she sat down and thought it all out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They thought it was matched lumber,” +she said. “I have made it match.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>That, in effect, was the attitude which +Lillian Hastings, she of the artistic temperament, +held toward life.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This point of view had been questioned +by Jean, but Helen understood it. “It’s this +way,” said she, as they discussed it for the +thousandth time. “Very often Lillian’s +lumber doesn’t match, but she covers it up +with a bit of decorative drapery and is perfectly +satisfied.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Lillian, “but the decoration, +if it is of my own choosing, pleases me so +much that I forget the unmatchedness of the +lumber.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Just in the same way, I suppose,” said +Jean, “that you have forgotten the ugliness +of that picture which you have so cleverly +covered with that square of Turkish embroidery.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Exactly that. As it is, I forget that the +ugliness is behind, and see only the beautiful. +To me the ugliness is not there.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Helen, “I know it. Now to +me the ugliness is not only there, but is all +the more visible to me from the fact that +I try to cover it up.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s foolishness,” said Jean. “There’s +no sense in seeing ugly things because they’re +covered up; but then, there’s no sense in +having them there, anyway. If a thing is ugly, +why not take it away, or else go somewhere +else yourself?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian went about the work of the studio +thoughtfully. “There are some uglinesses,” +she said, presently, “that one cannot get +away from. If they are there, and are put +there by those who put things there for us +in the beginning—then why not either +accept them or get away from them, or—cover +them up? The system is complicated. +Not all can be escaped. Not all can be accepted—but +all of them can be covered up +to a greater or less degree, and the mere fact +that we are conscious of them ourselves +need not make them visible to those who +happen to come under the influence of the +beautiful things with which we cover the +uglinesses—Bah! the very idea of exploiting +all our guilty consciences and all our ugly +little ideas before everybody that may come +along! It is disgusting. We know they are +there. We know the spots on the wall-paper, +and we know that there is a worn place in +the carpet, and these mean either carelessness +or something else. Whatever they +mean, we back a chair up against the spot +on the wall and we put a rug over the carpet’s +shortcomings—just exactly as we put +figurative chairs and rugs over the spots on +our consciences. We know they are there—but +the other people do not, maybe, and +if they don’t, then they are not offended by +the sight. They haven’t got to fight the +thing out. If we have—then we can do it +after they have gone away. We will have to +do it alone, anyway.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am more glad than ever that I haven’t +the artistic temperament,” said Jean, “if you +have to reason things out as deeply as that. +I don’t see the use of paying any attention +to ugly things. It’s all I can do to find time +enough for all the beautiful things there are +in the world.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Much you know about the world!” flung +in Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mr. Brewster says,” remarked Helen, +“that nothing is ugly, <span class='it'>per se</span>.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I always did wonder what <span class='it'>per se</span> meant,” +said Jean; “but it seems to me, Helen, that +Mr. Brewster’s opinions mean an awful lot +to you of late.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s because his opinions are valuable +<span class='it'>per se</span>.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now you see, Jean,” said Lillian, “what +<span class='it'>per se</span> means. It means to Helen.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if he expresses his opinions to me +more than he does to you girls, it’s because +I listen with some serious attention, and you—well, +you never seem to be around when +he’s talking.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There’s gratitude for you!” exclaimed +Jean. “After we have purposely kept out +of your way and tried our best to give you +opportunities for hearing opinions—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And for serious attentions,” broke in +Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You needn’t have troubled yourselves,” +said Helen, “for your kind efforts were not +even noticed, let alone appreciated.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Speak for yourself,” said Jean; “speak +for Mr. Brewster too, if you like; but I can +tell you that Miss Esther understood and +appreciated our delicate little unattentions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen looked at Jean—blankly at first, +and then with a slow-dawning realization of +her meaning. “Am I to understand,” she +said, “that you think Miss Esther thinks that +I am trying to attract Mr. Brewster’s attentions?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not so much that,” remarked Lillian, +“but that Miss Esther is trying to attract +them for you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed,” said Helen; “do you imagine +for a minute that I—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Helen,” interrupted Jean, “take off +that haughty Princess air. Have you ever +seen anywhere one who fitted the rôle of +Prince for your castle better than this same +man whose opinions you have been quoting?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, if you are going to be serious about +the matter,” said Helen, “I am quite willing +to admit that Mr. Brewster comes nearer to +my ideal than any other man I have ever +met.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He ought to appreciate that compliment,” +said Lillian; “that is, if he knows +what your ideals are.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He does know,” said Helen, slowly. +“I have told him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wasn’t he scared, then?” asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course he was,” replied Helen. “He +was so scared that he ran away and I haven’t +seen him since.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can see him right away, if you like,” +cried Jean, who was sitting on the broad +window-seat. “Mr. Brewster!” she called +loudly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The automobile stopped. Brewster got +out and came toward the house, smiling up +at Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The machine, with Miss Esther and Lincoln +Dodd as the only occupants, went puffing +on along the country road.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am glad of this opportunity to talk to +you alone, Lincoln,” began Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you said you wanted to talk to +me about something; that’s why I brought +you out this afternoon. I thought we’d +manage to drop Brewster somewhere.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know, I was perfectly astounded +when you told me the other day that you +were not in love with Lillian Hastings!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I told you only the truth. I was not, +I am not, and I am positive that I shall +not be. But I have no reason to think that if +I were, it would particularly please Miss +Hastings.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That does not make any difference,” +said Miss Esther, impatiently. “It would +please me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You know, Miss Esther,” said Lincoln, +“I would do anything in the world to please +you, and if you are sure that Miss Hastings—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, will you, really? I do want you to +fall in love with Lillian, and I want you +to be married by the middle of August and +then take her abroad to study art.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, that is certainly a delightful programme +you have mapped out for us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m so glad you think so. I knew that +when you came to understand them fully, +you would agree to my plans.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Have you many plans of this sort?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Three,” said Miss Esther, very seriously. +“But the other two are all right. It was only +you that I was worried about. I am very +much obliged to you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Look here, Miss Esther, what in the +world are you talking about? You surely +are not in earnest?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe I’ll tell you all about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I’m to be married in August, I think +it’s about time that I knew something definite.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With an enthusiasm born of her deep +interest in the cause, supplemented by her +success with Lincoln Dodd, Miss Esther +detailed to him the plans of her Matrimonial +Bureau. She told him of the inception of +the plan, and how happy Tekla was in her +Nebraska home. She told him, too, of the +dearth of suitable material for her protégées +in Whitfield, and she told it all with a +quaintness of argument that carried conviction. +She enumerated instances which +proved conclusively that Lieutenant Adams +was interested in Jean; she confessed that +the affair between Helen and Brewster was +not progressing quite as rapidly as she desired, +but looked forward with a cheerful +confidence to what she hoped was inevitable. +“And now,” she said, “that I feel +assured of your regard for Lillian, I cannot +help flattering myself that perhaps my seemingly +unusual methods have not been employed +altogether in vain.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But, my dear Miss Esther,” cried Dodd, +“now that I grasp your meaning as one +having inside information, let me hasten to +tell you that although I must refuse to be +a candidate, even for the hand of any one +of your charming protégées, I shall be more +than glad to remain upon the executive +committee, and I promise to help you in +every way that I possibly can.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther was of a buoyant nature; she +was persevering, even persistent, and it took +a pretty hard blow to daunt her, and now +the blow had fallen. A week before Lincoln +Dodd had discouraged her. He had refused +to fall in with her plans. But to-day she had +thought he was more tractable, even to the +point of acquiescence; and to have her hopes +ruthlessly crushed to earth, even though sure +they would rise again, made her feel for the +moment absolutely discouraged. “I don’t +see,” she said, “how you can help me in any +other way.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, there are lots of other ways, my +dear Miss Esther. For one thing, I might +provide a substitute. I know a man who +I am sure would admire your Lillian Hastings. +He is a most kind and estimable +gentleman, admirably fitted for the rôle of +loving fairy godfather. He is intensely +interested in art and would enjoy nothing +better than a honeymoon trip to Europe on +the fifteenth of August. Is that a sailing-day? +I never can be sure of what day a +steamer sails.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That doesn’t matter,” said Miss Esther; +“who is the man?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He is my father,” said Dodd.</p> + +<h2>XV</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Pray thee, let it serve for table talk.—<span class='it'>Merchant of Venice</span>, +iii, 5.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>It was certainly surprising that when Dodd’s +father accepted Miss Esther’s invitation and +came to the Adams house, the gayety of that +particular nation was increased rather than +diminished. The young people most interested +had felt that the advent of an elderly +gentleman might prove an obstacle to the +careless fun and frolic which they had enjoyed +all summer. Instead of which, Mr. +George Washington Dodd, father of Abraham +Lincoln Dodd, proved himself not only +ready to follow the leader, but to lead the +followers. He not only fell in with their +plans, but he proposed plans of his own and +insisted upon their being carried out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The plans were usually impracticable, but +he insisted just the same, and the attempts +at them were just as much fun as if they had +been successful. He had not been in the +house twenty-four hours before he had +turned the East porch inside out. “I think +the hammocks would be more comfortable +out under the trees,” he said, and out the +hammocks went.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Michael was instructed how to trim the +box-hedges, and the cook was inducted into +the mysteries of a salad dressing which had +chives—and not too many. He persuaded +all the clocks in the house to strike together, +and painted the chicken-coops red because +he liked them better so.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He reconstructed Jack’s battle-ship upon +more approved models and showed him the +distinctive difference between a brig and a +brigantine. As for Chub, he proved himself +to be an adept in the quelling of the ebullient +fits of temper which manifested themselves +so often. Her most theatrical pose +was to sit down and yell with much enthusiasm, +as she did when she first discovered +the young men on the East porch. +When George Washington Dodd saw this +exhibition for the first time, he approached +Chub casually, put his hand over her mouth, +and said “Stop that!” whereupon Chub immediately +stopped. Though often repeated, +this process continued efficacious.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In a word Mr. Dodd became a power in +the house. Not just such a power as was +Lieutenant Adams. Putnam’s masterfulness +was actuated by motives which would be +considered rules under the Army Regulations, +and, so far as he was concerned, they +made law. They were reasonable and—well, +when he wanted a thing done, he +wanted it done instantly. They have that +habit of demanding obedience in the Army. +Dodd, on the contrary, had the wayward +whims of a spoiled child, but carried them +out with an unflinching determination before +which even Putnam Adams went down.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther pondered deeply over this +difference in the characters of the two men. +She realized that she implicitly obeyed Putnam, +and she enjoyed doing so. She assisted +in the carrying out of Mr. Dodd’s plans, as +they all did, compelled by the sheer force +of his whimsical, inconsequent personality.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He’s like a child,” she thought, “a great, +big, overgrown boy; and he’s just made +to be humored. If Lillian can only learn to +humor him, she can have her own way as +much as she likes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was at this point in her meditations that +Miss Esther was interrupted by Lincoln +Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Didn’t I tell you Father would admire +your Lillian Hastings?” he said, dropping +astride of the first chair he came to.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does he?” said Miss Esther, eagerly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does he! I should say so. Just look at +them now!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther looked and saw Dodd Senior +and Lillian Hastings sitting on the lawn +deeply interested in a game of mumble-peg. +Although Lillian’s discarded parasol lay only +a few feet away, the players sat in the broiling +sun, apparently oblivious of the heat.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Coming on all right, isn’t it?” said +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes. I hope so—I think so; but he +hasn’t said anything definite.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you know he hasn’t?” asked +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I’m sure Lillian would have told +me if he had.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps he hasn’t had a chance.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, if that’s the case, let’s make a chance +for them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln entered into the spirit of the game +with enthusiasm. “Let’s ask Lillian to stay +to tea,” he exclaimed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’ll stay anyway,” replied Miss +Esther; “and besides, that won’t give them +a chance alone.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, ask her to stay to dinner, and Dad +can take her home.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That will do,” said Miss Esther; “and +it’s a lovely moonlight night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>So the conspiracy succeeded, and Lillian +stayed to dinner.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Am I the only guest?” asked Lillian, +when dinner was announced.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Miss Esther; “that doesn’t +embarrass you, does it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was afraid it might,” said Putnam, +“so I’ve sent for Jean. Stay the proceedings, +Cousin Esther; she’ll be here in a +minute.”</p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width:80%'> +<img src='images/ill003.jpg' alt='Man and woman relax under shade of a tree' id='img03' style='width:99%;height:auto;'/> +<p class='caption'><span class='it'>In the broiling sun, oblivious of the heat.</span></p> +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean came flying in, becomingly flushed +after her run across the field. “I came across +lots,” she exclaimed, “because I was in such +a hurry to get here. Thank you, so much, +Miss Esther, for sending Jack for me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, I didn’t send him,” said Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But he said that you said that I must +come because you were going to have strawberry +shortcake for dinner.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How ridiculous,” said Miss Esther. “I +never sent any message at all by Jack, and +besides, there aren’t any strawberries now. +It’s too late.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I never thought of that,” said Jean, looking +a little blank. “I was so glad to come,” +she explained, ingenuously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I sent the message myself,” said Putnam, +calmly. “I knew you wouldn’t come unless +I sent an invitation from Cousin Esther. And +of course, I didn’t mean real strawberry +shortcake.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps you didn’t mean for me really +to come,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I meant I really wanted you to come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I had known that you sent the invitation +I wouldn’t have come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not if you knew that I really wanted +you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At this, Lincoln, who was behind the +speakers, nudged Miss Esther’s arm, and +rolled up his eyes ecstatically. Miss Esther +looked like a beneficent Machiavelli, and +folded her hands with an air of intense complacency.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Jean, “you always succeed +in getting what you want;—that’s +your way. But in this case—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In this case,” said Putnam, provokingly, +“I succeeded in getting you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed you haven’t succeeded in getting +me!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if I haven’t, I will,” said Putnam, +as he rose to go to dinner.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This speech so pleased the conspirators, +that Lincoln Dodd seized Miss Esther’s +hands, and the two fairly danced down the +long hall toward the dining-room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hang out our banners on the outward +walls,” sang Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What for?” asked Lillian, who, accompanied +by Mr. Dodd, had joined the procession.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So people can see them, of course,” said +Lincoln. “It’s foolish to hide your banners +under a bushel.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With what Miss Esther deemed a masterpiece +of generalship, she arranged that +Lillian should sit next to Mr. Dodd. Lillian, +willfully misunderstanding instructions, took +the chair on the side of the table where Lincoln +stood.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, she doesn’t mean me,” he exclaimed +in dismay. “She means the Ancient.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you?” asked Putnam; “the +Honorable?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think,” said Lillian, “that the young +Mr. Dodd looks older than the old Mr. +Dodd.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s quite as bad,” said Putnam, “to +say ‘the old Mr. Dodd,’ as to say ‘the Ancient.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I have to distinguish them in some +way, and I don’t see that either one looks +older than the other.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You might call me George,” suggested +Mr. Dodd, casually.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m afraid if I did, you would call me +Lillian.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very likely,” said Mr. Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let’s order some more banners,” whispered +Lincoln to Miss Esther. “I think +we’ll need them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you talking about?” said Jean. +“What are these banners?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A banner,” said the Ancient, instructively, +“is one who or that which bans.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What does ban mean?” asked Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A ban,” said the Ancient, still instructively, +“is a thing you put things under.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought it meant to get married,” said +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s when it’s plural,” explained the +Ancient, kindly. “It takes two banns to get +married.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I interrupt your very wise discourse,” +said Putnam, “long enough to request +you to pass me the salt?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now that’s always the way,” said the +Ancient in an exasperated tone; “the conventional +dinner-table appointments are +sadly at fault. One never gets fairly started +on a logical sequence of ideas, but one is +interrupted by a request to pass the salt. +I use the term advisedly. The passing of +the salt is but a type of the things which we +are made to do at the time when we do not +want to do them. There should be a remedy +for all this. Invention, as it stands to-day, +is deplorably neglectful of our minor needs. +Invention, after all, is but the application of +some well-known force or principle to a new +use.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Here the Ancient produced from his +pocket a small mechanical toy. It was a tiny +automobile, made of tin and painted red, and +when wound up would run by itself for +several minutes. Turning it upside down, he +proceeded to wind it; then reversing it, and +holding the wheels tightly, he emptied into +it the contents of Miss Esther’s salt-cellar. +Starting it in the direction of Putnam, he +released the wheels and the machine moved +slowly along the table.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You see,” he observed, “how easy it is +to apply mechanical power in a way which +will do the most good. If every dinner-table +were supplied with this simple contrivance, +it would do away with the passing of the +salt. Consequently, there would be no interruption +in one’s flow of conversation.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“With <span class='it'>one’s</span> flow of conversation!” said +Jean. “And pray, when would the other five +get a chance to speak?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They wouldn’t,” said the Ancient.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why any one wants to interrupt,” +said Lillian, “when the conversation +is so instructive and entertaining as Mr. +Dodd’s is.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Banners!” said Lincoln, aside to Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But later in the evening there was reason +to bring in the banners from the outward +walls, or at least it seemed so. Miss Esther’s +deep-laid scheme for sending the elder Mr. +Dodd home with Lillian seemed in imminent +peril. When Lillian announced that it was +time for her to go, Putnam suggested that as +he was about to go home with Jean, Lincoln +and Lillian could go with them, and they +would all walk around by the brook. Miss +Esther was not present at the moment, and +though three people strongly objected to the +arrangement, as Putnam’s suggestions were +looked upon as commands, none of them +dared question it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln Dodd did not wish to appear +ungallant; Washington Dodd was not quite +sure that his escort was desired, and Lillian +naturally hesitated to express her preference.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln Dodd rushed into the house, ostensibly +to fetch his hat, but really to find +Miss Esther. He almost ran over that lady +in the hall, and whispered tragically, “Haul +in the banners! Awful things are happening! +Putnam says I’ve got to go home with Lillian.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Putnam, indeed!” cried Miss Esther. +“I’ll fix Putnam.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She hurried out on the veranda.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lincoln can’t go home with you, Lillian,” +she said. “I want him myself this +evening. He promised to—transplant some +bulbs for me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They’re night-blooming cereus,” said +Lincoln, “and they always have to be moved +at night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Miss Esther; “and so, Mr. +George Dodd, will you please escort Miss +Hastings home?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Certainly, if Miss Hastings doesn’t object +to the transfer,” said Mr. Dodd; but he +spoke without enthusiasm.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, all Dodds look alike to me,” said +Lillian, flippantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther looked the picture of despair, +as, after this speech, Lillian and her apparently +unwilling escort walked silently down +the path.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Honestly,” said Miss Esther, “from the +depths of your heart, tell me truly what you +think; tell me by the light of your greater +experience, and by the knowledge you have +of your father’s affections; tell me,” she +continued, tragically, “<span class='it'>will</span> those two hearts +find each other?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She hung on his words with the air of +a doomed prisoner awaiting sentence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know,” said Dodd.</p> + +<h2>XVI</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Conspirant ’gainst this ’high-illustrious prince.—<span class='it'>King +Lear</span>, v, 3.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“I suppose,” said George Washington Dodd, +indulgently, as they went out the gate, “that +you, being possessed of youth, beauty, and +a romantic temperament, would prefer to go +home around by the brook.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Lillian, “I would, and I am +going that way. But if you, not being possessed +of those very desirable qualities, +prefer to go the other way, you may.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, we’ll both go around by the brook,” +said Dodd, airily; “for those qualities are +as much mine as yours. Beauty is entirely +a matter of opinion, and my own opinion is +that I am very beautiful. Youth is a matter +of comparison, and by some standards I am +exceedingly young; and as to my romantic +temperament—give me a chance.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your beauty of its kind, I will admit, +though perhaps it is not equal to my own,” +said Lillian, consideringly; “your romantic +temperament is an unknown quantity—it +may be like mine; but surely I am not quite +as old as you are.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m not sure about that,” Dodd replied. +“Of course, you are young, but then so am +I. The gods love me, and I shall never grow +old.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But,” objected Lillian, “those whom +the gods love die young.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is, I admit, the accepted intent of +the quotation, but its real meaning is that +those whom the gods love are young when +they die, for the simple reason that they +never grow old. That makes me just the +same age as you, and I shall always stay so.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” said Lillian; “then we’ll go +around by the brook.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now,” said Dodd, as they walked +along the path to the brook, “since you have +conceded my youth and beauty, I will proceed +to convince you of my romantic temperament. +Just now it is wildly enthusiastic +over the beauty of the night. To me, the +moon is a beautiful golden boat, sailing +away over blue waters. And that reminds +me, I shall sail myself next month, I am +going abroad.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To study art?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, not that, although I mean to buy +a few pictures that I’ve had my eye on for +some years. By the way, I want you to go +with me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To advise you about the pictures?” said +Lillian, delightedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, as my wife.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” exclaimed Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You heard me,” said Dodd. “It may +seem precipitate, but I am a man of quick +decisions. I always decide quickly when +I find what I want—whether it’s a picture +or you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you sure you want me?” asked +Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I’m sure. I was sure the moment +I saw you. I want you, and I want you now. +I want you to marry me and go abroad with +me next month.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And then may I study art?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may not. There’s to be no more +of this art foolishness. We will look at pictures +together, and we will buy pictures +together, but you have painted your last +picture. Will you go with me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, for a girl with a confessedly romantic +temperament, this is about the most +unromantic proposal I ever heard of; and +from a man, too, who boasted of his own +romantic temperament.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never you mind that. Once you have +answered my question in the way I want +you to, my romantic temperament is at your +disposal for the rest of your life; but just +now I am in earnest.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You seem to be in earnest,” said Lillian, +“but if ever I want an exhibition of your +romantic temperament, it is at a time like +this. Unless you can—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I can ask you in more romantic +terms, if that’s what you want.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Dodd dropped on one knee, struck his +breast melodramatically, and began—</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Queen Regent of my heart, may I supplicate—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, not that way,” interrupted Lillian. +“That’s foolish. I don’t believe your romantic +temperament is the real thing at +all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, it is—truly, it is. I’ll try again.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He put his arm around Lillian, and began +with an impassioned, “My darling—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, that won’t do at all—that’s too +familiar.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is it?” said Dodd, composedly, but he +did not release her. “Well, then, I’ll tell +you what. I’ll just say in plain English, +‘Will you be my wife?’ and you just say, +‘Yes,’ and then to-morrow I’ll make a study +of this and write it out in a sort of an essay. +We’ll write it together. Now then, will +you marry me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian was helpfully silent.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Say Yes,” he prompted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lillian said yes.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>The next day George Washington Dodd +wandered around the house in a sort of +beatific daze quite contrary to his usual alert +activity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He and Lillian had planned to announce +their engagement that afternoon at tea, and +they anticipated a truly exciting occasion. +After luncheon Mr. Dodd strolled into the +darkened library and lay down upon a couch +in a remote corner, where he promptly fell +asleep. A little later he was wakened by +voices in the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish I knew,” said Miss Esther, “exactly +how the situation stands. Do you think +there’s any hope?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know,” said Lincoln. “Dad +thinks an awful lot of her, but don’t believe +she cares for him much; and it’s awfully +soon, anyway. Give them time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I think Lillian is very fond of your +father,” said Miss Esther; “but somehow he +doesn’t seem to have a very high opinion of +her art work.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He hasn’t,” said Lincoln, honestly. +“But he has a high opinion of her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, that will do just as well, if only +he will come to the point soon. I wish you’d +ask him what he means to do, for if Lillian +sails by the fifteenth of August something +must be done soon.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Me ask him!” exclaimed Dodd; “he’d +tell me to go about my business. No, you +ask him, or at least with your clever tact +find out from him. I’d rather ask Lillian.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, then, you do that,” said Miss +Esther; “and find out what you can and +we’ll compare notes. You meet me here +in the library to-night and tell me what +you’ve learned, and in the mean time I’ll +find out what I can from your father. And +another thing that’s bothering me is this, +I’m afraid Helen is not going to accept +Mr. Brewster.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Has he asked her?” said Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” replied Miss Esther; “but it’s +because she won’t give him a chance. She is +so proud and reserved, and she snubs him +far more than she realizes. I don’t wonder +that he doesn’t like it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Can’t you reason with her?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No; the more you reason with Helen +Fairbanks, the worse she is. The only girl +who is acting just right is Jean, and Putnam +is a dear. That affair is going on just as +I want it to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>George Washington Dodd, on the sofa, +suddenly realized that he was deliberately +listening to the deep-laid plans of a desperate +conspiracy, but as he had not made his +presence known in the first place, he certainly +could not do so now, and it was with +a decided feeling of relief that he saw the +conspirators leave the room, quite unaware +of his eavesdropping presence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Huh!” he exclaimed; “so they’re going +to hold a court of inquiry over Lillian and +me, are they? Well, we’ll be ready for +them. After I’ve made up my mind what +to say, and after I’ve told Lillian what she’s +to say, they may begin as soon as they like. +I’ll go over and see her now, and I rather +think we’ll defer that announcement this +afternoon. We’ll have a lot of fun out of +this thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As he left the house, Lincoln was just +coming from the stables in his automobile. +“Take me in,” said his father. “Where are +you going?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Over to the Hastings house,” said Lincoln. +“Where do you want to go?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s where I want to go. I wish +you’d leave me there and then do an errand +for me down in the village.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I was going to take Miss Hastings +for a ride.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right. You can come back and get +her after you do this errand for me. I want +to send a wire to New York. Here it is. +I have written it down.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln tucked the paper in his pocket. +“All right,” he said; “I’ll be back in half +an hour.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>While the telegraph operator waited, Lincoln +read the message his father had given +him. It ran:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No message for New York. Just want +to be rid of you for a few minutes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There’s some mistake here,” said Lincoln +to the operator. “I have brought the +wrong paper. I’ll see you again later.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Phew!” he said. “Dad’s coming it +rather strong. To think of his sending me +on a kid’s errand like that! But I’ll be even +with him yet!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When he reached the Hastings house he +found his father and his hoped-for stepmother +apparently wrapped in the deepest +gloom. They sat far apart on the veranda +and appeared to be dejected beyond power +of words. As he drew up, his father said, +“I believe you were to take Miss Hastings +for a drive. She is quite ready to go. I will +walk on home.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Just as well take you over, Dad!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, thank you. I prefer to walk.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After a very slight exchange of courtesies +with Lillian, which Lincoln had no idea was +part of a carefully prearranged plan, George +Washington Dodd walked away, inwardly +chuckling, but displaying great gravity of +demeanor.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That telegram scheme was an inspiration,” +he said to himself. “Now if Lillian +only does exactly as I told her to, and I +think she will, that young hopeful of mine +will have a ripping report to take home to +his fellow conspirator. As for the fellow +conspirator herself, I will see to it that she +has a report equally hair-raising.”</p> + +<h2>XVII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>A quarrel, but nothing wherefore.—<span class='it'>King Lear</span>, ii, 3.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Delighted with the little comedy he had +devised, Mr. Dodd walked on toward home. +At the gate he was joined by Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why are you looking so particularly +pleased?” she asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was thinking about a friend of mine +who is very, very happy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What made him so?” demanded Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He has just become engaged to a very +beautiful young lady.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” she replied; “I thought you were +looking happy on your own account.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, no, indeed; far from it. On my +own account I am deeply, desperately dismal.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you going to do about it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know. What would you do?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When I feel like that I always go to Miss +Esther and she talks to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good. I will go straight to Miss Esther, +and somehow I have a feeling that she will +talk to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>By this time the two had reached the East +porch, where, as usual, Putnam was reading +in the hammock.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you do,” said Jean. “Where’s +Miss Esther?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think she’s in the library,” said Putnam. +“Shall I call her?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” replied Jean; “Mr. Dodd wants to +see her; don’t you, Mr. Dodd?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I do want to see her. I want to see +her dreadfully.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What’s the matter with Dodd?” asked +Putnam, as that gentleman went into the +house.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know,” said Jean; “but he’s got +the blues something fearful. I’m so sorry +for him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Be sorry for me, won’t you?” said Putnam; +“I’ve got the blues, too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why do you have the blues?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So you’ll be sorry for me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I’m always sorry for you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because you have such a dreadful disposition.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I have, haven’t I?” said Putnam, +placidly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, you have; and the worst of it is you +don’t care a bit.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do <span class='it'>you</span> care?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, indeed—why should I?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean tossed her head, and Putnam observed, +coolly, “If you bob your head about +like that, you’ll lose that very beautiful pink +rose out of your hair, which you have arranged +with such accuracy and precision.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t care if I do!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you don’t care for the rose, then give +it to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed I won’t. I wouldn’t give you +a rose for anything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, because it’s so silly and sentimental.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I didn’t mean it in a sentimental +way. I never thought of that. I just saw +a beautiful rose, and wanted you to give it +to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, well, if you want it that way, then +take it!” Jean snatched the rose from her +hair, and threw it on the table between +them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Give it to me,” said Putnam, dictatorially.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve given it to you just as much as I intend +to. If you want it, take it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do want it, but I won’t take it, and you +<span class='it'>shall</span> give it to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I won’t do any such thing! You are +altogether too domineering. It was all very +well when you were an invalid, and ought +to be read to, and coddled, and fussed over, +but you needn’t think you can keep on ruling +everybody who comes anywhere near +you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t mean to rule you—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’d better not,” she interrupted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I’m going to ask you once more to +give me the rose.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have given it to you,” said Jean, stubbornly. +“If you don’t take it, it’s because +you don’t want it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I only want it if you’ll give it to me,” +said Putnam, more gently than he had +spoken before.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nothing of the sort! You only want to +have your own way. You’re a horrid, dictatorial, +arrogant, overbearing, conceited man! +and I <span class='it'>hate</span> you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean ran down the steps and across the +lawn toward her own home.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam got up lazily from the hammock, +and taking the rose from the table, smiled as +he put it carefully away in his pocket-book.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I did tease her,” he said, “but ’twas +worth it!” And he smiled again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Having held the session of the court of +inquiry in the library, Miss Esther, after +leaving Mr. Dodd, was in no mood to receive +the shock which awaited her on the East +porch.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where’s Jean?” she asked, when she +saw Putnam alone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She got mad at me,” said Putnam, “and +ran away home.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One of her usual playful jests, I suppose.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Putnam, “this time she seemed +very much in earnest.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, she doesn’t mean anything, Putnam. +Don’t take her too seriously.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m not sure that I shall take her at all,” +said Putnam. “She’s a little spitfire.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther, clasping her hands in despair, +was about to speak, when Nora announced +that Mr. Brewster was on the front veranda.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Brewster’s dejected air was quite in harmony +with Miss Esther’s mood, but she was +unprepared for the news he brought her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going away,” he said, “and I have +come to say good-bye.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>By a whimsical association of ideas, Miss +Esther suddenly realized exactly how Chub +felt when she indulged in her favorite trick +of sitting flat down on the ground and squealing. +The elder lady did not squeal, but had +circumstances permitted it, she would have +been glad to do so. All in the same day her +three clients had disappointed her hopes. +She wrung her hands, tragically. “One woe +doth tread upon another’s heels, so fast they +follow!” she exclaimed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I, too, am sorry to go,” said Brewster. +“I have had a very happy summer, +and you have been very kind to me, Miss +Esther.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you are leaving us very suddenly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I know it; but there are reasons—good +reasons.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But Helen—Miss Fairbanks—does she +know you’re going?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes, she knows. I have just come +from there.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And doesn’t she care?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I think not,” said Brewster, with +his calm dignity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Mr. Brewster,” cried Miss Esther, +“I wish she did care.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish so, too,” he replied.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But have you made allowances for +Helen’s excessive pride?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She hasn’t made allowances for mine,” +said Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, you people,” cried Lincoln Dodd, +as he rushed up the driveway in his automobile; +“is tea ready? I’m nearly starving.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not quite,” said Miss Esther; “but it +soon will be. Come on in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>For the first time that summer, none of the +girls came over to tea. Obliged to do all +the honors herself, Miss Esther rose to the +occasion nobly, and presided with her usual +grace, her unruffled calm giving no hint of +the perturbation of spirit beneath. But late +that evening when a meeting of the conspirators +was held in the library, Miss Esther +confided to Abraham Lincoln Dodd her +doubts of the final success of her Matrimonial +Bureau.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To think,” she said, “of that stupid Jean +having a fight, a real fight with Putnam!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, they’re always squabbling,” said +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, but this time it’s serious. Putnam +told me so. And now Helen has offended +Mr. Brewster and he’s going away, and +Lillian’s case is equally hopeless.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, what did you find out from father?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, it’s the strangest thing, and I’m +not sure that I ought to tell you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And I’m not sure, either, that I ought to +tell you what Lillian said.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I must know what you learned, so +I’ll tell you what I found out. Your father +was awfully nice, and he said that he was +very much in love with Lillian,—very much; +and he thinks she cares for him. And he +wants to marry her, but he thinks you +wouldn’t like it if he did.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Me!” exclaimed Dodd; “why of course +I want him to marry her, and I’ll tell him so +so that he will understand it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, no,” said Miss Esther; “he said not +to let you know anything about it. He didn’t +even want to suggest the idea to you for fear +you’d be displeased.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if that doesn’t beat all! Lillian +said just the same thing about you. She +didn’t say right out, you know, that she was +fond of the Governor, but she said that even +if she were she couldn’t marry him, for she +felt sure that you wouldn’t approve of the +match.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Me!” cried Miss Esther; “why of course +I want her to marry him, and I’ll tell her so +so that she will understand it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, don’t say a word. She expressly +said that she didn’t want you to know she +had ever had such a thought, for fear it +would displease you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good gracious!” cried Miss Esther, +exasperated beyond all endurance. “Was +there ever such a lot of intractable men and +ridiculous girls.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why don’t you give them up?” suggested +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never! I’m going to carry this thing +through and you’re going to help me as you +agreed. I haven’t brought these six people +together and looked after them all summer, +and brought them all to the very verge of +success, to have my plans fail now. Jean and +Putnam shall be persuaded to make up; +though I don’t know how it will be accomplished, +for he’s stubbornness itself and she’s +just as bad. Helen and Brewster must be +reconciled, and that’s harder yet, for she’s as +proud as Lucifer and he’s more so. As to +your father and Lillian—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” interrupted Dodd, “if they care for +each other, surely they can be brought +around.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I don’t know—Lillian is a perverse +little witch; but anyhow, it shall be done. +On that I am resolved, and if I don’t succeed +I will be the first Adams who ever failed in +a great undertaking.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you will succeed,” said Dodd, carried +away by her eloquence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I certainly shall,” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<h2>XVIII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>With a solemn earnestness, more than indeed belonged to +such a trifle.—<span class='it'>Othello</span>, v, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>When Brewster left Miss Esther’s house, +after telling her good-bye, he met Jack +Remington.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hullo, Mr. Brewster,” exclaimed Jack; +“I thought you had gone away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going early in the morning,” replied +Brewster; “and I won’t forget the book I +promised to send you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jack turned and walked along by Brewster’s +side. “I’m sorry you’re going,” he +said; “we’ve been good chums, haven’t +we?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, we have,” said Brewster, heartily; +and then somehow the conversation seemed +to flag. Jack was dimly conscious of this and +tried to relieve the situation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve just been over to Cousin Helen’s +house,” he said, conversationally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Have you?” said Brewster, with an +unexpected exhibition of interest in his +tone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, and she gave me this,” said Jack, +producing a knife from his pocket; “see, it +has a saw-blade and a screw-driver and a lot +of things.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So it has,” said Brewster, looking at +Jack’s treasure critically. “It’s much better +than the one I gave you last week.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, it is; and what do you think, Cousin +Helen traded with me. She gave me this +and I gave her that one you gave me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You did? What made you think she +wanted it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, she asked me for it. She said if I’d +give her that one she’d give me this.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did she want of an old knife like +that?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know. I was showing it to her +and she said she wanted it, and so we +traded.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Did she know I gave it to you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I told her it was an old one of yours; +and besides she saw your initials on it, but +she didn’t mind that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, she didn’t!” Brewster walked on in +silence for a moment. “Jack,” he said, “it’s +lucky you have that new knife. It is just +what we want to use in working on the ship. +I’ll come over to-morrow and we can finish +it all up.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To-morrow!” exclaimed Jack; “I +thought you were going away in the morning.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve changed my mind,” said Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>If Jack was surprised at Brewster’s sudden +change of plans, Helen was none the less so +when the next afternoon she saw him walk +in at her gate.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you do,” she said, in her calm, +sweet way. “I thought you had left us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Brewster, easily; “I’ve decided +to stay a while longer.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He dropped naturally into his accustomed +place at the end of the veranda. He had been +at the Fairbanks house a great deal that +summer and in consequence had assumed +the air of a privileged guest.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s a beautiful day,” said Brewster, +gazing affably into the atmosphere.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Helen, agreeingly. “It is a +good day for reading aloud; and as you are +going to stay longer, we may have time to +finish the book we were reading yesterday.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This was a distinct concession on Helen’s +part, and Brewster accepted it as such. The +book in question had been the cause of a +violent argument the day before, which had +resulted in his sudden determination to leave +Whitfield. The immediate theme of the discussion +had been certain ethical propositions +which Brewster upheld and which seemed +to him the very mainsprings of masculine action, +but which Helen had denounced with +a scornful pride that acknowledged no exceptions. +So positive had been her assertions +that he had been unable to escape the conviction +that, knowing his views, she had deliberately +intended to arraign him personally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen had not meant this personal application—at +least not to the extent that Brewster +assumed. With all her uncompromising +positivism and her insistence upon theoretical +perfection, she was more than willing in individual +cases to ignore shortcomings, even +in important directions, for the sake of the +things which she found good. But Brewster +did not know this, and when she had so +specifically condemned traits which he knew +he possessed, he was forced to believe that +her opinion of him was unfavorable and unchangeable. +And as he was conscious of his +own growing regard for her, it seemed to him +that the only thing to do was to go away at +once.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The trifling episode of the penknife had +changed all this. It seemed to prove that +Helen’s well-defined laws were capable of +being at least slightly affected by the personal +element. If she had cared enough for +his old penknife to secure it for herself, then +she had shown that there was a vulnerable +point in her armor, and Brewster was not +lacking in courage.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was characteristic of him that the slight +favorable indication should impart to his +attitude an air of assured success. His exultation, +which was out of all proportion to its +cause, was evident. This was a mistake on +Brewster’s part, for Helen saw it and resented +it. And so he defeated his own ends; +for the girl, especially sensitive to Brewster’s +moods, was annoyed at his mysterious air of +triumph.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Certainly,” he said, most amiably; “I +should be more than glad to read the book +to you if I may; but this afternoon we are +all going over to the Crossways Inn to supper. +I have just come from Miss Esther’s, +who sent your invitation by me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is everybody going?” asked Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, in Lincoln’s automobile.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, we’re all going together. Yes; +certainly I will go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought I would drive you over myself,—may +I?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you, no. I prefer to go with the +others.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very well,” said Brewster; “we’ll go +with them, then.”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub crawled through the hedge and +trotted across the lawn to the Adams house. +Finding nobody on the East porch, she wandered +aimlessly about the grounds and finally +found herself on the path which led down to +the brook. This was forbidden territory, and +Chub had not forgotten it, but this afternoon +she was in an irresponsible frame of mind +and paid no heed to the unwelcome voice +of conscience. Besides, where the bridge +was there grew some wonderful scarlet blossoms, +and these the young explorer desired +for her very own. Even from the edge of +the lawn she could see them, but beyond, +where the wood began, there was darkness. +The temptation to go down there was irresistible, +so on the baby went.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The scarlet blossoms were achieved without +mishap, and then, lured by the fascinations +of the unknown, she strayed a little +further into the wood.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t thee any puthy willowth,” she +said, “but Uncle Linkum thaid they lived +here. I’ll wait a li’le while and p’rapth I’ll +hear thome mew.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She sat down in the shade of a big tree +to wait. She did not hear the mewing of +the pussy-willows, but she found plenty +of things to interest her. A butterfly came. +A black beetle labored with a leaf at her very +feet, and she asked him questions concerning +the welfare of his family. A squirrel chattered +from a tree-top, and she scolded back +at him. A bird perched on a dead twig and +sang his very best song right at her. Then +she sang—and then she went to sleep, the +scarlet blossoms tightly clutched in her +arms.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub’s propensity for getting lost was +recognized by the members of her family. +As she explained it, she “just losed herself,” +and if she had thought of it, she might have +added that the losing process was no part +of her prearranged plans. All was well, and +presently she was lost. Then people came +and found her, and all was well again. It +had never failed. She knew that somebody +would eventually find her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But on this occasion there was no conscious +feeling of being lost. She slept peacefully, +and the butterfly came back and hovered +over the scarlet blossoms in her arms. +The squirrel, with the insistent curiosity of +his kind, came down from his tree and looked +at the baby at close range. The bird still +continued his song—a sort of lullaby now—and +Chub slept, while the people up at +her home and at the Adams house began the +search.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was Putnam who found her, and he +picked her up, still fast asleep, and carried +her toward the house. Jean met him near +the bridge. It was the first time he had seen +her since the episode of the rose, and he +wondered what attitude she would assume +toward him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where did you find her?” she asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In the woods—asleep,” he replied, +shortly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean turned and walked beside him toward +Chub’s home. Neither spoke. Presently +the baby wakened. The scarlet flowers +were still clasped tightly in her dimpled hand—crushed, +perhaps, but they were none the +less effective for all that.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She looked sleepily up into Putnam’s eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“For you,” she said, offering the wilted +blossoms.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Did you pick them for me?” said +Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know; but I will give them to +you becauth I love you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Putnam took the flowers. “Thank you, +sweetheart,” he said; but he looked squarely +at Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean stared straight ahead, but she saw his +expression.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you care for flowers?” she asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, when they are given to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not otherwise?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never but once otherwise.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When was that?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, long ago.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Before you knew me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, it was before I knew you as well +as I do now.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tell me about it,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think you’d be interested in the +story.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth,” said Chub, “tell me thtory.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” began Putnam, “once upon a +time there was a little girl.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A very pretty little girl,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And she had a rose,” continued Putnam, +“and a man—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A perfectly horrid man,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Asked her for it,” Putnam went on; +“and what do you think?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She gave it to him,” said Chub, “becauth +she loved him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So she did,” said Putnam, “and he carried +it with him always after that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ith he got it yet?” asked Chub.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Putnam; “he has it yet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What for?” questioned Chub; “it mutht +be all dead.”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>When the truant had been returned to her +anxious family, Putnam and Jean went back +to Miss Esther’s.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Had you finished the story of the rose?” +she asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, would you like to hear more of +it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not particularly; but I would like to +have some one care enough for my roses to +carry them always and always.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Without a word Putnam produced his +pocket-book and took from it a withered +rose.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is the one you gave me,” said he.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So it is,” said Jean, complacently; “I +knew you’d keep it.”</p> + +<h2>XIX</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>She is beautiful and therefore to be woo’d.—<span class='it'>1 Henry VI</span>, +v, 3.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>The horse had seen better days—better +in the sense that he had been in his earlier +youth a better horse. Grown old in +the service of a livery stable in the town +of Farmington—the next one to Whitfield +on the left as you go from Utica—he +still maintained a sort of dignity and absolute +safety which made him a valuable asset +when his owner had a request from timid +women for what is technically known as +a “rig.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He drew a phaeton of the type built on the +lines of Central New York styles of carriage +building—distinctly unattractive and ungraceful. +Driving the horse was a young +woman whose impetuosity urged her steed +to greater efforts in the matter of speed. +The horse wore no “blinders,” and when +his driver told him to get up, and beat him +gingerly with a whip, he glanced casually +back at her over his shoulder, as who should +say, “If I go faster I may be very dangerous.” +So he strolled on, and Julia Fowler’s efforts, +directed toward swifter locomotion, met with +no response from him. He knew his business. +He was a safe horse, and he did not +propose to risk his reputation by any undue +exertion.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Fowler herself was of a type distinctly +different from that represented by her +equipage. She could by no chance have +been the product of Central New York. +Possibly her ancestors might have been, but +she was urban to her finger tips. Suburbanity +had no accent on her appearance. Her +beauty was of a spectacular order. She was +the type of the twentieth century—its best +expression—and she had come to Farmington +to rest at the boarding-house of one +Mrs. Moore. She had tired of it in a week, +and her excursion to Whitfield was for the +purpose of finding a place which might +prove more attractive to her exacting demands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She had been told that a certain Mrs. +Hemingway in Whitfield conducted a boarding-house, +and she was in search of this +establishment when she caught sight of the +Adams house. This seemed an ideal place +to spend a few weeks, and being by no +means timid, Miss Fowler concluded to +make the attempt to induce the owner of the +place to take her in for a time. She turned +in at the gate, and when she saw Miss +Esther on the veranda she was quite positive +that she had found exactly what she was +looking for.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther watched the stranger as she +jumped out of the phaeton, ran up the steps, +and without invitation seated herself in one +of the large rocking-chairs.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t mind me,” she said, pleasantly. “I +always come in like that. I am Julia Fowler, +and I am staying over in Farmington, but +I don’t like it there, and somebody told me +that Whitfield was lovely, and that Mrs. +Hemingway kept a very nice boarding-house. +I was on my way there when I +noticed this house, and I thought I should +like it here a great deal better. So won’t +you please take me for a couple of weeks? +I’m awfully good-natured and I won’t make +a bit of trouble.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther looked at her visitor and came +to the conclusion that she was the most +beautiful woman she had ever seen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was not only a beauty of feature and +coloring; but the vivacity and charm of Julia +Fowler were of a degree which exceeded +anything Miss Esther had ever known. +Though her manner was gay and informal +to the verge of sauciness, yet it was tinged +with a delightful deference, and Miss Esther +proved herself no exception to the rule that +whoever met Julia Fowler fell immediately +under the spell of her wonderful charm.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nonsense, child,” said Miss Esther, +smiling at her pretty visitor; “I don’t take +boarders, but you will like it at Mrs. Hemingway’s, +I’m sure. She can make you very +comfortable.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I like this house so much better,” +said Julia, coaxingly; “and I’m sure you +have room enough.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, of course, there are rooms enough +in the Adams house, but we never take +boarders.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, is this the Adams house?” asked +Julia; “and are you Miss Adams, Miss +Esther Adams? I have often heard of you +in Farmington.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I am the one,” and Miss Esther +smiled graciously. Somehow people always +smiled graciously on Miss Fowler.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, then do let me stay. I have heard +so much about your house and your library; +and I’ll keep to myself when you don’t +want me around, and I’ll be jolly good +company when you do. You live alone, +don’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Like a flash Miss Esther realized what +it would be to have a young woman with +such compelling attractions in her house, or, +indeed, for that matter, in Whitfield at all. +The three affairs which she was managing +seemed to be complicated enough as it was, +without an additional disturbing element. +Putnam, she knew, would rave over her. +Lincoln Dodd would flirt desperately, and +she felt sure that Winthrop Brewster must +also inevitably succumb to this bewitching +beauty. It was apparent, then, to Miss +Esther that it would never do to have Miss +Fowler remain in Whitfield.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther’s three girls were sweet and +attractive, but she well knew that they would +not shine by comparison with this exquisite +and experienced woman of the world. +Though probably not older in years, Miss +Fowler was far more sophisticated than the +Whitfield girls, and her own personality, +helped by her social training, gave her a +fascination which could not otherwise be +attained.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The imminent danger of this catastrophe +almost stunned Miss Esther. Something +must be done, and that quickly, to prevent +Miss Fowler’s staying in Whitfield. In consequence +her attitude towards her visitor +changed instantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I live alone,” she said, “and it is +from preference. I have small need for +company, for I am never lonely, and I +could not think of taking a boarder even +for a short time. Pray do not ask me +again.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed, I shall ask you again,” said +Julia, with one of her most ingratiating +smiles. “I shall keep on coaxing until I +persuade you to say yes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Had circumstances been otherwise, nothing +would have pleased Miss Esther better +than to have granted the request and +taken this most attractive young woman +into her house for a fortnight. This fact +made it difficult for her to continue her +refusals; but, awake to the seriousness of +the situation, she answered decidedly, “No, +I shall never say yes. I am not of a vacillating +nature, and rarely change my mind. It +is quite impossible for me to take you. Now +that I think of it, I don’t believe that you +would be satisfied at Mrs. Hemingway’s, +either. They are plain people, and live very +plainly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That would just suit me,” said Julia. +“I came up here for rest and quiet, and +I love a simple country home.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But it is very dull in Whitfield,” continued +Miss Esther. “There are no gayeties +of any sort.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That would just suit me, too. I have +a surfeit of gayety at home in the winter.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Baffled at every turn, and determined to +accomplish her end, Miss Esther deliberately +drew upon her imagination. “There +are five little children at Mrs. Hemingway’s, +and they are a most spoiled, disagreeable +lot. I am sure they’d make your life a +burden there.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That alters the case,” said Julia, decidedly. +“I detest spoiled children. How old +are they?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know,” said Miss Esther, a little +vaguely, which was only natural, considering +the fact that there were really no children +at the Hemingway house. “About +four or five years old, I think.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I don’t mind such little children,” +said Julia, airily; “but I dislike them when +they get to be about ten years old.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, there are several as old as that, +too,” declared Miss Esther, whose imagination +was equal to juveniles of any age.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I won’t go there,” said Julia. “I’m +surprised that she has any boarders. I think +you might let me stay here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I asked you not to mention that again,” +said Miss Esther, with a sudden exhibition +of the Adams dignity; “but if you really +want country home life, there is a very +delightful place at Westfield that I am sure +would please you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where is Westfield?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“About eight miles the other side of +Farmington.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll drive over there to-morrow,” said +Julia, “and look at the place, and if I don’t +like it I’ll come back here.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This bit of bravado was accompanied by +such a winning smile that Miss Esther could +not respond as sternly as she would have +liked to do.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Will you have tea on the veranda or on +Lieutenant Adams’s porch?” asked Nora, +appearing at the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“On the East porch,” said Miss Esther, +shortly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, mayn’t I stay to tea?” exclaimed +Julia. “Please let me. I’ll be very good, +and go away immediately after.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Excuse me one moment,” said Miss +Esther, without answering her guest’s question.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She went to the East porch where she +knew Lincoln Dodd was reading. He was +the only one of her guests at home.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lincoln,” she exclaimed, “come to my +rescue, and come quick. What under the +sun am I going to do?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What in the world’s the matter?” asked +Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, it’s dreadful. The most beautiful +girl in the world is on the front veranda.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Command my services,” said Lincoln, +rising with alacrity. “What makes her so +dreadful? Is she a maniac?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, indeed. I only wish she were. +She’s perfectly charming.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What am I to do for you? Do you want +me to marry her?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t be foolish. But don’t you see I +expect the people home to tea at any minute +now, and if any of those men see that +raving beauty, they’ll fall in love with her +on the spot.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course they will,” said Dodd. “Give +her to me. I’ll take her off to a desert +island.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, but I want you to take her home in +your automobile. That’s the only way I can +get rid of her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where is her home? How did she +come?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She came in a forlorn old gig, but I can +let Michael take that home for her. And +mind, now, you’re not to make yourself too +entertaining, or ask her to come again, or +let her know that I have any young men +staying here. She’s the most dangerous +thing I’ve ever seen. You get your machine +and come around in front just as if +you were going out for a drive, and I’ll do +the rest.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” said Dodd. “I’ll go, but I +don’t know when I’ll be back. Don’t wait +tea for me.”</p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width:80%'> +<img src='images/ill004.jpg' alt='Man talks to two women' id='img04' style='width:99%;height:auto;'/> +<p class='caption'>“<span class='it'>Suppose you take Miss Fowler home.</span>”</p> +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now don’t go scouring all over the +country with her. She lives in Farmington, +and you can go there and back in an +hour.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps I can and perhaps I can’t,” said +Dodd, as he ran down the steps.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And hurry,” called Miss Esther after +him. “There’s no time to be lost.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther returned to the veranda, and +in a few moments Lincoln came whirling +up from the stables.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, Mr. Dodd,” called Miss Esther, “are +you going anywhere in particular?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Lincoln, pleasantly; “just out +for a little spin.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, then, suppose you take Miss +Fowler home. My dear,” she said, turning +to the young lady, “you’d like to drive over +with Mr. Dodd, wouldn’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, ever so much,” cried Julia, showing +her most engaging dimples and laughing +down at Dodd. “But what will become of +my fractious steed?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Michael can drive him home for you,” +said Miss Esther. “Run along quick, now. +Mr. Dodd doesn’t like to wait.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As the pair disappeared, Miss Esther drew +a long breath of relief. Her manœuvre had +been accomplished none too quickly, for +they were hardly out of sight before Brewster, +Putnam, and George Washington Dodd +came strolling in to tea.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That was a narrow escape,” she thought. +“The times would have been very much out +of joint if I had not set them right. I have +rescued the Matrimonial Bureau from the +jaws of one more danger.”</p> + +<h2>XX</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Make feasts, invite friends and proclaim the banns.—<span class='it'>Taming +of the Shrew</span>, iii, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>The three men came up to the East porch +where Miss Esther gave them their tea. She +was plainly in a mood of the utmost complacency. +Nor were her guests less complacent. +George Washington Dodd, with the +knowledge that he had arranged his little +comedy quite to his liking, was placidly +awaiting its working out. Brewster was in +a seventh heaven. The trifling affair of the +penknife was to him a wind-proving straw, +and, always self-confident, he felt now not +the slightest doubt of his ability to win Helen +Fairbanks.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>However, as time went on and the three +girls did not appear, the edge of Miss Esther’s +complacency was dulled, and she grew more +and more perturbed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see what can be keeping them,” +she said. “They said they’d come over for +tea, and then we would all start for the Crossways +together.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where’s Lincoln?” said his father.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He went off to do an errand for me,” +said Miss Esther, casually. “He’ll be back +very soon. I told him particularly not to +dawdle by the way. If we start by six we’ll +have plenty of time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But at half-past five Dodd had not returned, +nor had any of the girls come. Miss Esther +began to show signs of nervousness. Putnam’s +brow clouded, and the senior Dodd +began to fidget.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At twenty minutes to six a decided gloom +had settled upon the whole party, and at ten +minutes of six, consternation was palpably +apparent.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t imagine why those girls don’t +come,” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“At least one of them,” said Putnam. +“She said she’d be here at five.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther smiled happily at her cousin; +but her face clouded again as she said, “I +wish Lincoln would come, then we could +start and pick up the girls on the way.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Six o’clock struck, and still there were no +signs of the expected ones.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe I’ll go over to Miss Fairbanks’s,” +said Brewster, “and see why they +don’t come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll go with you,” said Putnam. “I hope +nothing has happened to her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your pronoun is ambiguous,” said Dodd, +“but never mind; we understand.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Before the investigating party could start, +the automobile came romping up the driveway, +and in it were Lincoln Dodd and the +three girls. They all seemed to be in unusually +good spirits.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ve had the loveliest ride,” cried Jean. +“We’ve been over to Farmington!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” cried Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” began Helen; “we went with Mr. +Dodd and the loveliest—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, yes,” interrupted Miss Esther, “I’ve +no doubt you had a lovely time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’s certainly a peach,” said Lincoln, +winking at Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you mean your automobile. Has +she acted well to-day? She certainly is +a beauty,” said Miss Esther, fearful lest he +refer more explicitly to Julia Fowler.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, she certainly is a beauty,” replied +Dodd; “and she acted very well.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come, come,” said Miss Esther, still a +bit nervously; “we must be starting.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” said Lillian; “and on the way +I’ll tell you how Mr. Dodd picked us girls +up and took us over to Farmington. As a +traveling companion we had the most beautiful—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you consider Lincoln Dodd such a +raving beauty,” said Miss Esther, looking at +him critically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I didn’t mean him,” replied Lillian; +“I—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, then you mean Helen? We all acknowledge +her beauty.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish she had meant me,” said Helen; +“but she meant—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She meant me!” cried Jean, whose quick +wit perceived that Miss Esther did not care +to discuss Julia Fowler.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You would be a beautiful traveling companion,” +said Putnam, judicially, “if your +hat were on straight and that bunchy fluff +which is supposed to decorate the back of +your neck hadn’t twisted itself around under +one ear.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s where it belongs,” said Jean. +“That’s where they’re wearing them now, +and my hat is at the very latest fashionable +angle. I’m not one of those women who get +all disheveled just because they take a little +automobile ride.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’re obliged to believe your statement,” +said Lincoln Dodd; “but you are +certainly giving a very good imitation of the +type.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I don’t look a bit more tumbled +than your friend Julia did. Her veil hung +by one pin.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Julia who?” asked Putnam, looking up.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean caught Miss Esther’s bothered look, +and good-naturedly helped her out. “I don’t +mean Julia, exactly,” she said. “I mean—er—Alice.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Alice who?” inquired the elder Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Alice Ben Bolt,” said Miss Esther, +shortly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, that one? By the way, did anybody +ever remember her? I always hear people +tunefully inquiring.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t know she wore an automobile +coat,” said Lincoln, doubtfully. “At any +rate, her costume must have been awfully +queer.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you know what she wore?” +said Lillian. “Have you ever seen her picture?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, but the song says they fitted a slab +of granite so gray; it must have been a very +superior tailor that could do it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All women look well in gray,” said +Brewster, glancing approvingly at Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know, I like green best,” said +George Washington Dodd, staring at Lillian’s +crisp linen costume.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This isn’t green; it’s reseda,” said Lillian, +scornfully; “and if I’d known you’d +like it, I wouldn’t have worn it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Dodd admired Lillian’s gown Miss +Esther looked distinctly pleased, but when +that young lady spoke so rudely in reply her +hopes fell again. Dodd, however, realized +that she was reminding him of his almost +forgotten rôle, and taking his cue, he replied, +“I don’t like it. I said I liked green.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Huh!” said Lillian.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>Crossways Inn is one of the few survivals +of that class of hostelry that had its beginnings +in the eighteenth century. Around +many of them hamlets sprang up,—some +grew into cities. In the stage-coach days +they were the resting places of the weary +travelers. When the railroads came the +travelers rushed by in trains, and the inns +were forgotten.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>No hamlet had sprung up about Crossways. +Standing at the intersection of two +country roads it had held its own through +a century and a half of varying fortunes. +There was little travel thereabouts, until the +automobiles came. Then, after a time, the +drivers of the machines came to understand +that at Crossways there was to be had a +dinner like grandmother used to cook, and +now scarcely a day went by without some +merry party from Richfield Springs, Farmington, +or even Utica, making a pilgrimage +in the direction of the fried chicken and +green corn in the season.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was at a dinner of this sort that the +Matrimonial Bureau entertained its clients. +If gayety be a proof of appreciation, then +were the clients, though unsuspecting of +their claim to that title, deeply appreciative.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This would be a fine place to establish +a rest-cure,” said Lillian. “It is the quietest +place I ever saw.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you’ll establish one,” said George +Washington Dodd, “I’ll be press agent for +you. I’ll engage to get you a lot of patients.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll do better than that,” said Lincoln; +“I’ll be a patient.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good idea,” said Putnam; “you need +a rest-cure.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He does,” said his father; “he certainly +needs to be cured of the resting habit. It +has become chronic with him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What will be your course of treatment?” +asked Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“At first I shall only have the patients +stop resting three times a day,” said Lillian, +consideringly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“For meals?” suggested Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; and then after that, oftener, until +they can go without resting for an hour at +a time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A whole hour?” asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; and if they show signs of a relapse +I shall make them work.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Work!” exclaimed Lincoln; “then I +withdraw my application.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” said Lillian, “I don’t mean manual +labor; I mean brain work.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, that would be the same to me as +resting. My brain works automatically without +any exertion on my part.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve often thought so,” observed Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Lincoln; “it’s a great convenience. +I just set it going and then I go +off and leave it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where did you leave it to-night?” asked +Jean, innocently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I left it at home, working out a great +problem. You see, Miss Esther and I—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is good pie,” said Miss Esther, +hurriedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is,” said Lincoln. “As I was saying, +Miss Esther and I are very much worried—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is good pie,” said Miss Esther, +glaring at him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I said it was,” said Lincoln. “Miss +Esther and I are trying very hard—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is good pie,” remarked Miss Esther, +determinedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That speech is getting to be a habit with +you, Cousin Esther,” said Putnam. “Why +don’t you take something for it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” said Lincoln’s father, “if you +have quite finished that exciting story about +yourself and Miss Esther, I will tell you +a little story. Miss Hastings and I—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is good pie,” said Lillian, blushing +furiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It seems to have gone to your head,” +remarked Jean, looking at Lillian, inquiringly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Hastings and I,” went on Dodd, +“are engaged to be married.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>To say that Miss Esther’s face beamed +with delight, would be an inadequate expression +of the illumination that took place +on her countenance. She fairly radiated +happiness and coruscated with joy.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One home, and two on bases,” cried Lincoln, +exultantly; but no one heard him in +the tumult and the shouting consequent upon +the announcement.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As is usual with the inspirers of great +movements, Miss Esther was entirely forgotten +at the moment of final triumph. Oblivious +to this, however, she sat in silent +rapture, gloating over her first and irrevocable +success.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! King John,” she said, though not +aloud, “at last Victory doth perch upon one +of my dancing banners; and as to the other +two, I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my +mouth, let no dog bark!”</p> + +<h2>XXI</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>A contract of true love to celebrate.—<span class='it'>The Tempest</span>, iv, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Whitfield’s observance of holidays was in +the nature of a religious rite. The patriotism +of the Fourth of July, as shown in the +firing of the anvil in the early morning, the +speeches in the grove, and the reading of the +Declaration of Independence, invariably by +Dr. Bushnell, was all that the Father of his +Country could have desired. Christmas and +Thanksgiving had lost none of their original +character. The flippant might have observed +the groaning of boards from one end of the +town to the other. May Day was a triumph +of maidens crowned with wilted wild flowers +holding court in rickety bowers. Other days +had their importance; in fact any holiday +which had any excuse for being was seized +upon and made much of by the Whitfield +citizens.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But above and beyond all others, in the +hearts of the countrymen, was Circus Day. +For the days intervening between the posting +of the bills announcing its coming and +the fateful day of its arrival, there were fierce +debates at the post-office and at the blacksmith +shop concerning the relative merits of +the hippopotamus and the other animals. +The postmaster himself averred that the man-eating +tiger and the hippopotamus, whose +wide-opened jaws showed glistening teeth +of vast size, were much more fearsome beasts +than the Behemoth of Holy Writ, and although +this staggered the ultra-orthodox, +yet were they fain to believe it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The fact that the people of Whitfield had +seen for many successive years the same +posters representing the same gaudily attired +ladies whose skirts were the soul of wit +itself, poised on toe-tip upon the same madly +careering charger, in no way interfered with +their interest in them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>This interest perennially expressed itself +in long and deep arguments, embracing +various views which resolved themselves +finally into a generally commendatory condemnation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The laws of the Medes and Persians were +laxly obeyed in comparison with the unwritten +but traditional law which demanded +that every citizen take his or her nearest +child relative to see the show. Census reports, +however, showed the proportion of +about one child to seventeen grown people. +But this rather aided than hindered the +law-abiding citizens, and uncles, aunts, and +cousins cheerfully accompanied their particular +portion of the juvenile audience.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The fact that there were no children in +the Adams house in no wise disconcerted +Miss Esther and her guests. They appropriated +Jack and Chub, and days before the +circus, had arranged to escort them. Jack +announced that he had already been invited +to attend the function by Dr. Bushnell, but +this, of course, made no difference. Chub, +being unattached, graciously signified her +willingness to attend.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have theen the thircuth,” Chub announced. +“It ith on the big, high fenth. +There are lionth and ’pottymutheth and +a beauty horth with a lovely lady on it—oh, +a lovely lady, jutht like Couthin +Helen.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I noticed the picture,” said Brewster. +“It is indeed just like Miss Fairbanks.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But that isn’t the real circus,” explained +Helen. “Those are only the pictures of +what you are going to see when you get +there.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” said Chub; “and will you weally +wide on the horth on your tippy-toeth?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If she doesn’t, somebody else will,” said +Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Another traditional law required that the +country people for miles around, as well as +the villagers, should assemble at the railway +station to see the circus train come in. As +its arrival was inconsiderately timed at four +in the morning, this necessitated early rising. +But this necessity was cheerfully met, the +more so in that it made Circus Day just that +much longer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At the Adams house all the traditions +were strictly observed. Alarm-clocks were +set for half-past three, and after a hasty cup +of coffee Lincoln hustled Miss Esther, his +father, and Putnam into the automobile, +picked up Brewster and the three girls, and +they reached the station just in time for the +first act of the day’s play.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>To the men of the party the sight was +a novel one, and not uninteresting. The sun +was rising much as usual, although George +Washington Dodd remarked that he thought +the sun was always up a few feet in the +morning. He was not given to getting up +solely to see the spectacle, and though he +had a dim idea that there were such things +as sunrises, raved over by poets and such +persons, he found the picturesqueness of the +real thing of a character to call forth approving +remarks from him. “Pretty good work +for such a young sun,” he said, looking at +the long streaks of light that shot across the +fields and made a spectacular gathering of +the otherwise commonplace crowd that +swarmed over the railroad tracks. Into this +crowd the locomotive puffed and snorted, +and children shrieked with delight, while +their elders—though hardly less vociferous, +were no less eager. Vehicles of all +descriptions lined the roadway. Luncheon +baskets were in evidence in the democrat +wagons. There was a superfluity of whiskers +of varying shades of color and cut, and alpaca +dresses, still showing the wrinkles of long-time +packing, gave evidence that the holiday +spirit was rampant in the hearts, even of the +staid grandmothers and the mothers.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll bet,” said Lincoln, “that every one of +them is possessed of some haircloth chairs, +and is distinctly proud of a certain bunch of +wax fruit under a glass bell in the parlor.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The small boys stood about, ecstatically +rubbing bare foot against bare leg, and letting +off sympathetic grunts of helpfulness +as the men of the circus train pushed and +shoved and lifted the big wagons and other +paraphernalia off the cars. From one of the +closed cages came the roar of a lion. Little +girls clutched their mothers’ hands in an +agony of fear and delight. These sounds +were the foretaste of the joys to come.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The people who had come from the surrounding +country prepared to make a full +day of it camped under the trees in the grove +near the circus grounds. The men sat about +and discussed the outlook for the crops, while +the women prepared a breakfast. The children +stared, wide-open-eyed, at the closed +cages, from which from time to time there +issued strangely fascinating growlings of +wild beasts. The circus men laid out the +ring and raised the tent, and the side-show +men, being quick in action, insistently proclaimed +the presence of the bearded lady, +the educated pig, the living skeleton, and the +strong man who could shiver rocks with his +fist. From the top of the big tent-pole a wire +was stretched, and from the dizzy height +a wonderful woman, clad in tightly fitting +pink, slid boldly to the ground. This was in +the nature of a daring advertisement of the +wonderful, magnificent, marvelous, myriad of +startling feats to be seen during the performance.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I swan!” exclaimed an elderly +man, with whiskers of an ancient design; +“I should think she’d of fell off’n that slim +wire.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But the villagers, not being obliged to +camp under the trees, returned to their +homes for breakfast. In celebration of Circus +Day, and incidentally because it might +materially assist her plans, Miss Esther had +a house-party, and the clients of her Bureau +made merry at the Adams house breakfast.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ll see the morning parade,” said +George Washington Dodd, “from the front +fence.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I choose to sit on the gate-post,” said +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can have one gate-post,” said Mr. +Dodd, “but I want the other myself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One is enough,” said Jean. “I rarely +use two at once.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And then this afternoon we’ll take the +children and Dr. Bushnell to the performance, +and this evening we’ll go by ourselves.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And stay to the concert,” said Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And then we’ll all walk home in the +moonlight,” continued Dodd. “My fiancée +is very romantic.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It must be very nice to have a romantic +fiancée,” said Putnam.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You never will have,” said Jean. “No +romantic girl could possibly accept you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is good pie,” said Lincoln, gazing +off into space.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do they have nice circuses in Europe?” +asked Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” replied Dodd, instructively; “they +have a very large one in Rome, and Paris is +a good deal of a circus all by itself, as you +shall see.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Lillian, happily; “I’m so glad +I’m going. I’ve always loved a circus, and +if Paris is anything like it, I know I shall +like that city.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“People always take their little boys to +the circus,” said Lincoln, plaintively, “and +I think you might take me—Ma-ma!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right, son, you shall go if you want +to—the next time we go,” replied Lillian, +kindly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, that’s what I meant,” said Lincoln. +“Of course I’d be a bother this time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed you would,” said his father. +“We’re going for pleasure.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When do you sail?” asked Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve tickets for the fifteenth,” said Dodd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So soon?” said Brewster, in surprise.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; isn’t it lovely,” said Lillian. “I +always did like to get married in a hurry.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t care how soon you get married,” +said Jean, “so long as you wait till after this +year’s Circus Day, and come home before +the next one.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Next Circus Day you may be away on +your own wedding trip,” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Jean; “I’d never marry anybody +who would take me away from Whitfield +on Circus Day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“January would be a safe month,” said +Putnam, musingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean’s only reply to this sally was a glance +which was meant to be withering, but somehow +it turned into a vivid blush.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know the address of a good +flagmaker in the city, Governor?” said Lincoln. +“I want to telegraph an order for some +banners.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do!” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<h2>XXII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Was ever woman in this humour woo’d?—<span class='it'>Richard III</span>, i, 2.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Although the afternoon performance was +scheduled for three o’clock, Jack and Chub, +anxious to be in time, arrived at the Adams +house while Miss Esther and her guests +were still at breakfast.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’re all weddy,” announced Chub, +consciously patting down her starched white +ruffles, and turning her back to give a better +view of her pink sash bows.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jack, no less conscious of his new sailor +suit, but striving manfully not to call undue +attention to it, remarked, casually, “I s’pose +we’re a little early, but we’ll wait till +you’re ready to go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How fortunate,” said Lincoln; “then +you’ll be here to help us watch the morning +parade go by.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth,” said Chub; “we’re going to thit +on the gate-potht, and you can hold uth +on.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Huh,” said Jack; “I don’t need to be +held on. I wasn’t last year, and I didn’t +fall off but once, and that was when the +elephant hollered.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will be held on,” said Chub, “by Uncle +Linkum.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’ll have to sit backward, Chub, so +the folks in the parade can see that big sash +of yours.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub said nothing, but after a few moments’ +deep thought began tugging at her +pink sash so effectively that she finally +landed the big bow exactly in front.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There!” she said, with a satisfied sigh.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>By eleven o’clock the children were on +their respective gate-posts, Miss Esther and +Dr. Bushnell occupying large arm-chairs in +the gateway between them. The rest of the +party were ranged along the fence on either +side like birds on a telegraph wire.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rocking amiably, his finger tips together +in an attitude of judicial consideration, Dr. +Bushnell filled the hour of waiting with +pleasant discourse. Whitfield always expected +to wait an hour after the scheduled +time for the arrival of the circus parade, and +in this it was never disappointed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It has gratified me to note,” the Doctor +said, “that the proprietors of this exhibition +have among their collected animals a fine +specimen of the wombat.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Whath a wombat?” asked Chub.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A wombat,” went on Dr. Bushnell, with +the air of imparting information to a large +audience,—“a wombat is simply a <span class='it'>Phascolomys +ursinus</span>. It is fond of hay—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’ll take some hay along for the +wombat,” said Lincoln, kindly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“—which he bites into short pieces +with his knife-edged teeth. As the poet +has it,</p> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>Let dogs delight to bark and bite,</p> +<p class='line0'>For ’tis—for ’tis—”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Their nature to,” put in Miss Esther, involuntarily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“True,” continued Dr. Bushnell; “and it +is the wombat’s nature to excavate the earth +until it forms a deep tunnel. The wombat is +by no means an active animal, but trudges +along with a heavy, rolling waddle, like the +gait of a very fat bear.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have always admired the gait of a very +fat bear,” said Brewster, dispassionately. +“There is something peculiarly attractive +and exceedingly graceful about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Dr. Bushnell was a trifle ruffled by this +slighting allusion to his favored animal, and +went on with some asperity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A wombat, my dear sir, is far from +being an ungraceful animal. I take it you +have never seen one on its native heath. +Indeed, a perfect wombat, a perfect wombat—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nobly planned,” said Miss Esther, helpfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At this Lincoln Dodd fell off the fence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ho!” said Chub; “Uncle Linkum wath +going to hold me on, and now he’th felled +off himthelf!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Except that Lincoln was nearly choked +to death by Chub in her exuberance over the +little white ponies, the parade passed without +accident. Dr. Bushnell gazed eagerly at +the open cages, and disappointedly at the +closed ones, hoping to see the promised +wombat. He philosophically met his failure +to find it by an unshaken confidence in its +appearance at the show proper.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>At the afternoon performance Lincoln took +especial charge of Chub. This proved to be +a more arduous undertaking than he had +anticipated. Twice he pulled her out from +under the seats, and once he rescued her +from apparent instant death at the feet of the +elephant. He was also obliged to temper +generosity with wisdom in the matter of pink +lemonade and peanuts.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther had started under the mistaken +impression that she was taking charge +of Jack, but he soon made it evident that +his understanding of the case was that she +was in his charge. He grandly offered her +prize packages of gum. He bought for her +a complete programme of the whole show, +and carefully scrutinized the numbers on +their tickets and seats to make sure that they +corresponded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther herself was enjoying the afternoon. +Aside from the entertainment provided +by the circus troupe, she was delightedly +entertained by the performances of her own +immediate circle. Lillian and Mr. Dodd +were a most exemplary engaged couple. +Jean and Putnam, if not announced allies, +were at least preserving an armed truce. +As for Helen and Brewster, the more she +saw them together, the more she thought +that they were born for each other, and she +felt confident that soon they would realize +this for themselves. In consequence of this, +it seemed to Miss Esther that the last cloud +was dissipated and that the intents of her +Matrimonial Bureau were practically the +same as fulfilled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>To the exclusion of the startlingly incredible +feats in the ring, Miss Esther’s thoughts +were entirely concentrated on the pleasant +outcome of her plans. It was with an expression +of blank surprise, and a half conscious +realization of impending disaster, that she +looked up suddenly and saw Julia Fowler +coming toward her along the aisle. Her +first impulse was to stay the invader’s advance +at any cost. Involuntarily, she half +rose from her seat and glared at the intruder. +Her unwelcoming expression was entirely +lost on Miss Fowler, who rushed up to her +and shook her warmly by both hands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m so glad to see you again!” she +cried.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you do?” said Miss Esther, +perfunctorily, and with a frigidity of manner +that would have repelled a less volatile personage +than Julia Fowler.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Isn’t the circus perfectly lovely!” she +exclaimed. “I’m enjoying it so much, and +when I saw your party I flew right over here, +and Lieutenant Adams has asked me to go +home to dinner with you all, and come back +to the show to-night—and may I go?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>However much she may have wanted to, +Miss Esther’s ideas of hospitality would not +allow her to say no. “Certainly,” she said; +and if the invitation was not noticeably heartfelt, +Julia seemed to overlook any lack of +enthusiasm. Of course, Miss Esther still +realized, and more emphatically than ever +as she looked at Julia, the dangers involved. +Mr. Dodd was out of the running. Lincoln’s +heart interests were not her affair; but Putnam +was decidedly susceptible, and her ideas +of Brewster’s intentions toward Helen were +as yet so unauthorized that she was by no +means certain that they might not be easily +swerved. Still, the mischief was done; the +blow had fallen, and as a consequence, the +Adams pluck rose triumphant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But Miss Esther had crossed her bridge +before she came to it. At dinner that night +Julia was a decided acquisition, and charmed +everybody. But the two men for whom +Miss Esther had feared the most were not +unduly interested in the fair visitor. Indeed, +the only one who surrendered at sight was +Lincoln Dodd. This state of mind, however, +on Lincoln’s part was not necessarily a permanence, +as Miss Esther well knew. Putnam, +of course, showed the courteous +deference and gentle consideration which all +women received from him, but there was no +apparent undercurrent of personal interest; +Brewster maintained his usual attitude of +polite indifference, which, however, had in +it no lack of civility, but neither did it show +any trace of a special attraction.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Although Whitfield went to the afternoon +performance ostensibly for the benefit of its +juvenile element, in the evening it attended +the show frankly and openly for its own +amusement. Following this precedent the +Adams house-party at eight o’clock again +bundled into the automobile and started for +the tent. The men vowed that it was the +hardest day’s work they had ever done in +their lives, but the girls took the day as +a matter of course, and would not hear of +omitting any part of the regulation programme.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther’s complacency was restored +by the turn affairs had taken, and her mind +was relieved regarding Julia’s invasion. +Therefore, she started off in the same high +spirits that had marked the early afternoon.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The circus managers, desirous of saving +every possible scrap of time, had facilitated +the midnight moving of their paraphernalia +by taking the roof off the tent before the +beginning of the evening performance. After +sunset, and if the weather permitted, they +always did this. The plan was acceptable +to the audience, and the general effect of the +crowded tent, open to the starry heavens, +appealed especially to Brewster as a picturesquely +humorous situation. Desirous of +seeing it all from the best possible viewpoint, +he asked Helen to sit with him in +the top row of seats. The rest preferred +seats nearer the ground, Lincoln devoting +himself to Julia, and Miss Esther, supremely +satisfied, listening willingly to Dr. Bushnell’s +oratorical periods.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What a curious picture,” said Helen, as +she took her seat.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” replied Brewster; “I never saw +anything just like it before.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have seen this every year,” said Helen, +“but it always impresses me anew. The +incongruity of the tawdry, noisy glitter of the +scene below, compared to the calm beauty +of the stars above, is—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is, perhaps, the ultimate contrast?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Why +is it, I wonder, that I can’t express myself +as I want to? You always seem to know +just what word to use.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps I know more words than you +do.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I know words enough, but I never +can command them at the time I want them, +though they often come to me when it is too +late to use them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Like Thackeray’s cab wit,” suggested +Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I can quite picture him, disconsolate +in his cab, saying to himself the bright +things which he ought to have said an hour +before. I have done the same thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You should have a preceptor, one who +could teach you to say the right thing at the +right time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It would have to be one who would not +only understand my moods, but be in +thorough sympathy with them; some one +of—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Quick perception,” said Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; and gentle—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Instincts.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; and a way of teaching that would +not make me self-conscious or embarrassed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That goes without saying if the teacher +be of a true perception and sympathy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>It might as well be you!</span>” sang a sextette +of clowns through six megaphones in +the ring.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So it might,” said Brewster; “in fact it +might much better be me than anybody else. +I think I will begin now.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you would,” said Helen; “I do, +honestly, but I’m afraid you will find it +a hopeless task. There are so many things +that you know so much more about than +I do—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>There are a few</span>,” came bellowing up +from the megaphone sextette.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The megaphone men seem inclined to +help out,” said Brewster.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, and I am grateful to any one who +will help me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I try, Helen, though gratitude is +not the return I ask?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>I may love you too well to let you go</span>,” +vociferated the insistent megaphones.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Helen looked at Brewster. “The megaphone +men <span class='it'>are</span> helping,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Would you have said that if you had +thought of it in time?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Helen.</p> + +<h2>XXIII</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>And certainly a woman’s thought runs before her actions.—<span class='it'>As +You Like It</span>, iv, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where’s Putnam?” asked Miss Esther, +coming out on the East porch the next +morning.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t know,” said Lincoln. “I haven’t +seen him since breakfast.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub, seated on a low stool directly in +front of Lincoln, regarding him with worshiping +eyes, volunteered the information +that she “thaw him picking a lot of wotheth,” +and that he had afterward gone out of +the gate and walked rapidly up the street.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah,” said Miss Esther, with a satisfied +smile, “I suppose he has gone over to +Jean’s.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thuppothe tho,” Chub acquiesced.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But when, a little later, Jean came over +to the Adams house, Miss Esther looked at +her aghast. “Where’s Putnam?” she said, +sternly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s what I want to know,” said Jean. +“He asked me to play tennis with him this +morning.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, I don’t see where he can be,” said +Miss Esther; “but he’ll probably be back +in a few minutes. Chub said he went up the +road—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, <span class='it'>up</span> the road,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean sat down by Chub. “I did want to +play tennis this morning,” she said. “I +think somebody else might take Lieutenant +Adams’s place.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If that very obscure hint is aimed at all +in my direction,” said Lincoln, “I refuse +to act upon it. When I play tennis I must +have a foeman worthy of my skill. Why don’t +you ask Chub to play with you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Chub, taking this as an invitation, rose +and began a search for Putnam’s racket. “I +will play with Couthin Jean,” she said, kindly, +“becauthe bad old Uncle Putnam hath ranned +away, and ithn’t never coming back to play +with you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Although Miss Esther was used to Chub’s +romancing, this oracular utterance gave her +a sudden but unmistakable shock. “Don’t +mind what the baby says,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Couthin Jean doethn’t care if Couthin +Putnam doethn’t never come back,” insisted +Chub.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes, she does, Chub,” said Lincoln; +“we all love Cousin Putnam.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yeth,” said Chub, who always agreed +with Lincoln; “we all love Couthin Putnam.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you?” asked Miss Esther, looking +pointedly at Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I love him a lot. I began worshiping +at his shrine the very day he arrived. +He seems to compel that sort of thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He’s an all-round good fellow,” said +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He is, indeed,” said Miss Esther, earnestly. +“I don’t know what I shall do without +him. He says he can’t stay more than a +fortnight longer. I wonder where he is now? +I thought he was over at your house.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I know where he ith,” said Chub, with +the air of one who is possessed of a state +secret.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think Uncle Putnam wanth me +to tell.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, don’t tell if it’s a secret,” said +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It ith a thecret,” said Chub, “and I won’t +tell, becauthe he don’t want anybody to know +he wath going to Farmington.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did he go to Farmington for?” +asked Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know, but I gueth he wath going +to thell wotheth.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There ought to be a good market for +roses in Farmington,” said Lincoln, reflectively.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” exclaimed Miss Esther; “if +Putnam is carting roses over to Julia Fowler—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, maybe she likes roses,” remarked +Jean, casually.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” said Miss Esther, softening a little; +“if you say it’s all right, I suppose +it is.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course it’s all right,” said Lincoln. +“Whatever Putnam does is right.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What an enviable reputation,” said +Helen, appearing suddenly in the doorway. +“I wish people would say that whatever I +did was always right.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But, my dear girl,” said Miss Esther, +“you couldn’t expect to be looked up to +as such a paragon of all the virtues as +my cousin is. Of course, though, you’re +always right—as far as you go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ve gone pretty far this time,” said +Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought as much,” said Jean. “When +did it happen?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Last night—at the circus,” replied +Helen, serenely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good for you!” said Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did Couthin Helen do at the thircuth?” +asked Chub, with interest.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She went and engaged herself to Mr. +Brewster,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” exclaimed Miss Esther. “Winthrop +Brewster!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He’s the only Mr. Brewster I know,” +said Helen, apologetically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He’s all right,” said Lincoln. “He’s +the best Brewster going. I think it’s +great.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Jean said nothing, but flew at Helen and +bestowed upon her a few dozen of that particular +variety of kisses which are supposed +to mean a congratulatory acknowledgment +of tidings such as these, and taking possession +of her, marched her down the steps and +across the lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“As President of the Matrimonial Bureau,” +said Lincoln, enthusiastically, “you are +certainly making a screaming success of +yourself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Miss Esther, still looking a +little bewildered, “but I am so surprised.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, you planned it yourself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I know, but I thought my plans had +all fallen through. Helen was so haughty +and Mr. Brewster was so reserved. I wasn’t +half so surprised when Lillian announced +her engagement. I wish Helen would come +back. I want to ask her more about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, she’s engaged all right—just as +much as Lillian. Now that makes two, and +you only have Jean left on your books.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Miss Esther, complacently. +“And she’s all right, too, for I’m just as +sure Putnam means to marry her as if he had +said so. Sometimes I think she’s engaged +now.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps she is,” said Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Helen and Jean reached the gate +they turned naturally in the direction of +Lillian’s house. They found her on the +veranda, but when she saw the excited visitors +she jumped to the conclusion that the +exigencies of the occasion could only be +met in the studio.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come on up,” she cried; “what is the +matter?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ask Helen,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you see,” began Helen, “you said +that Miss Esther said that she thought I ought +to marry Mr. Brewster, and so—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And so she feels that she must,” interrupted +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How perfectly lovely,” cried Lillian; “I +am so glad.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“On the principle that misery loves company?” +suggested Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes—on that principle, of course; but +I don’t believe we call it misery, do we, +Helen?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not yet,” said Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I come in?” said a voice from the +doorway; and without waiting for a reply +Miss Esther walked in. “I couldn’t wait +another minute,” said she; “I just had to see +Helen and hear more about this affair.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Helen says it’s all your doing, anyway,” +said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I didn’t say exactly that,” replied +Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, what did you say, then?” demanded +Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, I don’t know that I said anything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then it’s time you began,” said Jean; +“and you’ve got to tell us every single thing +about it right straight away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was just this way,” said Helen; “Mr. +Brewster said if I wanted to marry him I +could, and I said I did, and that was all there +was about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What a kind man he is,” remarked +Lillian, reflectively.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Did he tell you anything about his +castle?” asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, he described it at length. It has +the most modern and approved automatic +drawbridges and an electric moat—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that anything like an electric motor?” +asked Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Same thing,” replied Helen; “and it has +a portcullis and scullions and castellated turrets +and—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And a Prince?” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; a very beautiful Prince, too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Helen, he is,” said Miss Esther, +“and I am very much pleased. He seems to +come pretty near realizing the ideals which +you were discussing last spring.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Helen, disdainfully; “Winthrop +goes far beyond any ideals I had +then.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” exclaimed Jean, “for a driveling +idiot, give me a girl who has been engaged +something less than twenty-four hours!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think so, too,” agreed Lillian; “I’ve +been engaged most a week, and I’m as +sensible as a judge.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wonder how I’d act if I were engaged,” +said Jean, reflectively.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Aren’t you?” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When I am,” said Jean, “you shall be +the first to know of it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course I shall,” said Miss Esther; “I +made Putnam promise that he’d tell me the +very first one.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you keep right on asking him +every day,” said Jean, “and perhaps you’ll +find out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Just to think,” said Miss Esther, “only +last spring we were discussing the futures +of you three girls, and now you are all +practically settled. Helen has her ideal +Prince, Lillian has her fairy godfather, and +Jean—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Jean isn’t engaged yet,” said Lillian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When I see how it affects you two +girls,” said Jean, “I am not sure that I want +to be.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sour grapes,” said Helen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nothing of the sort,” said Miss Esther. +“Jean can be engaged any minute she wants +to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I wish she’d hurry up, then,” said +Lillian. “It makes me embarrassed to have +her left out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Could you give me till to-morrow?” +asked Jean, meekly.</p> + +<h2>XXIV</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>I am in haste; go along with me: I’ll tell you all.—<span class='it'>Merry +Wives of Windsor</span>, v, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Esther was more than delighted +when Putnam came to her in the library that +evening and said that he had something +to tell her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps I can guess what it is,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re pretty clever if you can,” he replied, +“for I didn’t know it myself until +to-day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Miss Esther, smiling; “you +didn’t know it yourself until eleven o’clock +this morning.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I didn’t,” said Putnam, honestly. +“In fact it came over me rather suddenly, +and I thought you’d like it if I told you +first.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you really engaged?” asked Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no; I haven’t spoken to her yet +about anything like that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, why don’t you?” said Miss Esther, +with a slight show of impatience.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know how she’d take it,” said +Putnam, with the first indication of diffidence +that Miss Esther had ever seen in her cousin.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There’s only one way to find out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, of course, I shall ask her sometime, +but not yet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, don’t wait too long. I am very +glad you have told me this. I think you and +she were made for each other.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So do I. I never before believed in love +at first sight, but it certainly is what has +happened to me. She is the most beautiful +girl I ever saw.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps not beautiful,” said Miss Esther, +“but she is certainly very pretty.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“More than pretty. I think she is a raving +beauty.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re probably prejudiced,” said Miss +Esther, comprehendingly, “but I’m glad you +do admire her so much. She is a good-hearted +little thing with all her whimsical +temper; but I feared you might think her +perhaps too countrified and unsophisticated.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well!” exclaimed Putnam, “I never +should call Julia Fowler unsophisticated. +To my mind she stands for everything that +represents the best and highest type of a +cultured woman of the world. That kind of +a woman, Cousin Esther, is the kind that +appeals most strongly to me. It is the type +I like best and Miss Fowler is the perfection +of that type, just as little Jean Richards is +the perfection of the peach-blossom type, or +Chub is the perfection of winsome babyhood, +and it’s a great thing to meet at last the +highest possible expression of the type one +most desires. I have a great deal of the +Adams clannishness in me, and I am glad +you so thoroughly approve my choice.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Putnam,” said Miss Esther, looking at +her cousin desperately, “go to bed!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Left to herself, Miss Esther faced the situation. +Her worst fears were verified. The +invasion of Julia had proved as disastrous as +she had anticipated. Not only were her own +plans defeated, but she realized the appalling +wrong she had done to Jean by assisting +to bring about a state of affairs that now +she knew must inevitably break the child’s +heart.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It seems,” she thought, “that this glorious +summer of mine is like to be turned into +a winter of discontent. Not that I care so +much for myself: the Matrimonial Bureau is +not yet at the end of its rope. I could, of +course, find another Prince for Jean, but the +trouble is, I’m sure she has set her heart on +Putnam, notwithstanding her apparent antagonism, +and after what she said this morning +I feel sure I am right. I think she expected +him to tell her so to-night, and now—well, +I will do what I can. Patience, and shuffle +the cards—perhaps there’ll be a way out +of it yet. But I can’t see a ray of hope for +my poor little Jean.”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>But if Miss Esther had seen her poor little +Jean at that moment she would have been +obliged to confess that at least one ray of +hope was illuminating her darksome horizon.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As a matter of fact she was spinning along +with Lincoln Dodd in his automobile, quite +as contented as though there were no Putnam +Adams in existence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You see,” Dodd was saying, “I would +have gone, but I had reasons for not wanting +to go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see,” insisted Jean, “what reasons +you could possibly have for not wanting +to go on a lovely yachting trip like that—way +up the coast to Labrador—to be +gone for weeks, and with such a lovely +party—they are lovely, aren’t they?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; the people are nice enough,” said +Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And a crew all in white duck, with +beautiful gilt buttons—aren’t they?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes; the crew is good enough.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And beautiful ladies, in gorgeous clothes, +sitting around in wicker arm-chairs on the +deck! Aren’t they?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes; the women’s gowns are good +enough.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And then, whenever they stop anywhere, +there would be gala nights, with flowers and +music, and dances on deck and Japanese lanterns +and flags flying and banners waving! +Oh, I think it would be heavenly! I wish +I could go!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come on, and go—with me!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh,” cried Jean, “I wish I could! But +I’m not invited.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My wife is invited wherever I am.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t know you had a wife,” said Jean, +with an air of polite interest.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I haven’t,” said Dodd, “but I will have +in about twenty minutes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln turned the wheel and the huge +machine swung around with reckless speed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where are you going to get her?” asked +Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, listen,” said Lincoln, as they flew +along the road, “and think fast. If we go on +this yachting party,—you and I,—we’ve +got to catch that twelve forty-five train from +Utica.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” gasped Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It will take us about twenty minutes to +get to Dr. Bushnell’s; about twenty more +to get married. That leaves us two hours +to get over to the Utica station, and I guess +this old machine will do it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re talking nonsense,” said Jean.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I know,” said Lincoln, cheerfully; +“but never mind that now. I told you you +had to think fast. Now you’ve got all the +way from here to Dr. Bushnell’s parsonage +to make up your mind, and if you don’t want +to go on, say the word and I’ll turn around.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As they stopped at Dr. Bushnell’s gate, +Jean said, “I think we’d better turn +around.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Too late now,” said Lincoln, lifting her +out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought it would be,” said Jean, softly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In response to Lincoln’s imperative ring +at the doorbell, Dr. Bushnell appeared +and looked with surprise at his two late +visitors.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come in,” he said, blandly; “come in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you, we will,” said Lincoln.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Bushnell rose to greet the pair as +they entered the pastor’s study. She was +Jean’s aunt, and as Jean’s mother had been +dead for many years, Mrs. Bushnell had always +exercised more or less authority over +her willful, high-spirited niece. Mr. Richards, +Jean’s father, was away in a distant Western +city on a business trip, and so Mrs. Bushnell +considered Jean her special property for the +time being.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You must excuse us if we seem rather +hurried,” said Lincoln, with a more business-like +air than he often showed. “We are +sailing to-morrow morning, and we must +catch the twelve forty-five train out of Utica. +We want you to marry us, and you’ve got +just twenty minutes to do it in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that time enough?” asked Jean, anxiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear young friends,” began Dr. +Bushnell, “you must realize the grave importance +of the step you propose to take. +The responsibilities of—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you two children talking +about?” broke in Mrs. Bushnell.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never mind what we are talking about,” +said Lincoln, hurriedly. “We’ll tell you +some other time—we’ll write to you—but +now we want you to marry us—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But,” said Mrs. Bushnell, “have you +thought this thing all over?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Indeed I have,” said Jean; “I had twenty +minutes, and I thought fast. You see, it’s +this way, Aunt Serena; I’m going to marry +Lincoln, anyway, and if I marry him to-night +and catch that twelve forty-five train, we can +go on the most beautiful yachting trip you +ever heard of. Way up to Labrador, and the +ladies have the most beautiful clothes, and +Japanese lanterns and flowers—and everything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But, Jean—” began her aunt.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I know, Aunt Serena, but we’ve +only got twenty minutes, you know—and, +Auntie, the yacht is the loveliest thing—it’s +all white and brass and shining—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, yes,” said Dr. Bushnell, “as the poet +so effectively puts it, ‘A painted ship—a +painted ship’—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now hold on, Dr. Bushnell,” said Lincoln; +“as I told you, we’ve only got twenty +minutes—five are gone already. As Jean +says, she’s going to marry me, anyway; so +you may as well let us go on that yachting +trip and send us off with your blessing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re the only one that can do it, Uncle +Isaiah,” said Jean; “and please do, ’cause I +would love that trip!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But, Jean,” said Mrs. Bushnell, “does +Miss Esther know about this?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, and that makes me downright sorry; +but I can’t help it, Aunt Serena. You tell +her to-morrow, won’t you? and I’ll write to +her. But we must catch that twelve forty-five +train.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So you must,” said Dr. Bushnell, rising +to the occasion, “so you must. Serena, my +dear, if you will call the parlor maid—her +name has for the moment escaped me, but +you will doubtless remember it—if you will +call her for a second witness we will proceed +with the ceremony.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Her name is Martha,” said Mrs. Bushnell, +still hesitating.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Call Martha,” said Lincoln, decisively.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you sure,” began Mrs. Bushnell, +“that—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Call Martha,” said Jean.</p> + +<h2>XXV</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.—<span class='it'>Henry</span> +VIII, iv, 1.</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>After she had dismissed Putnam, Miss +Esther sat disconsolately in her library, +worrying over the imminent breaking of +Jean’s heart. She was fully convinced that +Jean’s interest in Putnam was very real, and +she feared the effect on her emotional nature +when she should discover Putnam’s attitude +toward Julia Fowler.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Possibly Miss Esther had taken too much +for granted. Neither Jean herself nor Putnam +had told her definitely of any intention +that either had in relation to the future happiness +or unhappiness of the other. But +still, Miss Esther had observed the drifting +of the straws, and being used to the drawing +of conclusions from seemingly unimportant +premises, she had decided in her own mind +at least, that there was only one conclusion +to be drawn. This was one which pleased +her very much.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>On the whole, Miss Esther, up to this +time, had thought that the plans which had +been so whimsically made in the beginning +had been brought to a conclusion that was +not only quite to her liking, but which was +entirely fitting from every point of view.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>And now, just as she had dreamed that +beside being the architect of the fortunes of +her beloved girls, she had helped, too, in +the detailed drawings of the plans for Putnam’s +future, he had come in with the startling +announcement that the design was not +at all satisfactory, and that he had decided +upon using some home-made affair that she +knew was not drawn to a proper scale.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Somehow, though, even in spite of the +fact that one of her pet plans had apparently +failed, Miss Esther believed that she should +win. Nor was it in a sense of winning that +she thought of it. Rather, she believed that +now that two of her protégées had found +what she chose to call their Fates, the other +one of the three should, sometime, come to +a place where there should be the proverbial +happy ending of the chapter. How it was +all to come about she did not know. Her +faith was secure in the fact that she knew +what she knew. She had said long ago that +the Adams pluck would ultimately win, and +while the mere planning of the summer had +been begun in the same spirit of romantic +whimsicality which made her as a child play +with the people of her dreams—on the +stairs, on the lawns, and through the severe +old halls of the Adams house—and which +later had made her make these same heroes +and heroines of her dreams her playmates +through a life that would have been otherwise +very lonely—“Ah,” she said, “some +dreams come true; and after all, the jesting +word is not so often false but that it may be +true.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Perhaps Miss Esther did not realize that +the whole summer had been a living of the +dream which, though built of the flimsiest +of fabrics in the beginning, had proved, at +the last, to be constructed of very solid +materials.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Begun, as it was, it seemed that the summer, +after all, had shaped itself with a sort +of seriousness of which Miss Esther had not +dreamed. She cared too much for the girls +to play with them—and particularly she +would not have played a game that would +bring to them anything but the most perfect +happiness. In planning it all, she had believed +that it was rather a bit of a game—such +as she played with her characters in +the plays in the old volumes in her library—hers +and her father’s—and before that the +father’s father’s—and even his father before +him—they had all lived and dreamed among +the books which had been to Esther Adams +an inspiration and a delight which had lasted +through the years of her life.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>That these dreams, in some subtle fashion, +had really carried out the mental suggestion +of a mere advertisement in a Sunday newspaper, +brought to her notice in a way that +was little short of providential—all this +entered not at all into the calculations of the +woman who now faced a condition which +was far from being merely theoretical.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>So far as two of her girls were concerned, +she was satisfied. Not that she—in thinking +it all over—would admit to herself that she +had deliberately brought Helen and Brewster +together, or that she had thrown Lillian +in the face of George Washington Dodd—far +from it. That she was satisfied, there +could be no doubt. But, as she put it to +herself, “It was fortunate that Mr. Brewster +came to visit Dr. Bushnell, and it was fortunate +that Mr. Dodd came to visit his son.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Still—and this is the perversity of reasoning—she +felt that Putnam’s failure to +carry out a cherished plan of her own was +something for which she was directly responsible—not +alone because of the fact +that she felt that he would fail to do as she +wished—and she disliked antagonism, like +all the Adamses—but she felt, too, that +somehow she was responsible to Jean in +having brought her to the place where +she might by any chance fall in love with +a man who was fickle enough to be drawn +away by the first pretty face that rose above +the horizon.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>There was in it all something which was +altogether too like the suggestion of failure +to appeal to Miss Esther. A battle fairly +fought—won or lost—it didn’t matter, so +long as it was in the open: this was her delight. +But to make an attempt, under cover, +with however good intentions, and then fail—that +was a sting, and one which made her +feel that it would have been better never to +have tried. Logic entered into the discussion +not at all. She would not admit that +she had tried to accomplish anything. And +yet, behind it all, there was the haunting +shadow of a failure.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She was as much annoyed as surprised +when at that late hour Dr. Bushnell called +upon her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you do,” she said, with a perfunctory +politeness. “What is the charity +this time?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, Miss Esther, you will have your +little joke,” said her visitor, blandly, “but it +is not a charity this time. I come upon a far +different errand. I bring news that will surprise +you—ay, that will surprise you greatly. +I come as winged messenger—as winged +messenger—the quotation has escaped +me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But what is your important news?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is indeed important news. Mr. Dodd—Mr. +Lincoln Dodd—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Has anything happened to Lincoln?” +broke in Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not know that ‘happened’ is the +term which I should use, but certainly something +has occurred. Something has occurred +to Mr. Lincoln Dodd. But a half hour since, +I married Mr. Lincoln Dodd to my niece, +Miss Jean Richards.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What!” exclaimed Miss Esther, excitedly. +“What! Jean married!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” continued Dr. Bushnell, calmly, +“they are married. My wife and I were +very much surprised, as you are; but Jean +is impulsive, you know, and Mr. Dodd +said that it was absolutely necessary for +them to catch the twelve forty-five train +from Utica—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“From Utica,” gasped Miss Esther; “have +they gone?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, they have gone, and Mr. Dodd +begged me to offer you his deepest apologies +for seeming to leave you thus suddenly. But +he said he would write.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Write!” exclaimed Miss Esther; “I +should think he’d better! I never heard of +such a performance. Jean! Lincoln!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Whistling blithely, George Washington +Dodd came through the hall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>Will</span> you come in here!” called out Miss +Esther. “What <span class='it'>do</span> you think!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What has happened,” inquired Mr. Dodd, +as he came smilingly into the library.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tell him, Dr. Bushnell,” said Miss +Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Prepare yourself, my dear sir,” began +Dr. Bushnell, “for a great surprise. As I +was seated in my study this evening—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lincoln took Jean over there and married +her,” broke in Miss Esther.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Exactly so,” agreed Dr. Bushnell; “exactly +so.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lincoln!” said Mr. Dodd, bewilderedly, +“and Jean! Are you sure you mean Lincoln?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Dr. Bushnell; “he came in +his automobile. I am sure it was Mr. Lincoln +Dodd.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Mr. Dodd, reflectively; “it +must have been he. On the whole, I am +rather pleased than otherwise.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Pleased!” cried Miss Esther, “pleased! +It’s glorious. It’s perfectly magnificent.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am glad you feel that way, Miss Esther,” +said Dr. Bushnell, cheerfully. “As Shakespeare—as +Shakespeare says—”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“As Shakespeare says,” said Miss Esther, +interrupting him, “ ‘O, rejoice beyond a +common joy! and set it down with gold on +lasting pillars.’ ”</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>Lincoln’s promised letter came. Miss +Esther read it in the library. A part of it ran +thus:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Although my most abject apologies are +due for running away as I did, with apparent +ingratitude for your hospitality, I maintain +that the exigencies of the plans of the Matrimonial +Bureau demanded quick action. As +Chairman of the Executive Committee and +President of the Advisory Board, I felt the +responsibilities of my position, and I trust +you will approve and ratify my action in the +matter.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your orders, when I enlisted in your +service, I have carried out in spirit if not in +letter. You may remember that the first +duty you required of me was to marry one +of your clients. This I have done, and being +thus disqualified for further assistance in +your noble work, I am forced regretfully to +offer you my resignation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I may be pardoned for referring to one +small favor I was happily enabled to grant, +I will say, in connection with the fact of my +bringing my father to Whitfield, that my +great regret is that I have only one father to +lay at the feet of the Matrimonial Bureau.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One was enough,” said Miss Esther, +placidly. “I think I may congratulate myself +on the unqualified success of my plans. +Fortune brings in some boats that are not +steered, and though I steered some myself, +Fortune played into my hands.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you doing, Couthin Ethter?” +cried Chub, dancing into the room with her +arms full of flowers.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m winding up the affairs of the Matrimonial +Bureau,” replied Miss Esther, taking +the baby up in her lap.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Whath that mean?” demanded Chub.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was an effort to make some people +happy, which succeeded beyond anything +I ever dreamed of.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thath nithe,” said Chub, contentedly. +“Did it make <span class='it'>you</span> happy?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very happy,” said Miss Esther.</p> + +<div class='figcenter' style='width:50%'> +<img src='images/cupid3.jpg' alt='' id='iid-0004' style='width:99%;height:auto;'/> +</div> + +<hr class='pbk'/> + +<h3>TRANSCRIBER NOTES</h3> + +<p class='pindent'>Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors occur.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Illustrations have been relocated due to using a non-page layout.</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:center;'>[The end of <span class='it'>The Matrimonial Bureau</span> by Carolyn Wells and Harry Taber]</p> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79028 ***</div> +</body> +<!-- created with fpgen.py 4.67d on 2026-07-05 16:08:47 GMT --> +</html> diff --git a/79028-h/images/cover.jpg b/79028-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b20c849 --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/cupid1.jpg b/79028-h/images/cupid1.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1eee89d --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/cupid1.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/cupid2.jpg b/79028-h/images/cupid2.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6d5c1f --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/cupid2.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/cupid3.jpg b/79028-h/images/cupid3.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..162de0b --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/cupid3.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/ill001.jpg b/79028-h/images/ill001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bcb4c90 --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/ill001.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/ill002.jpg b/79028-h/images/ill002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd037e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/ill002.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/ill003.jpg b/79028-h/images/ill003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf1138c --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/ill003.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/ill004.jpg b/79028-h/images/ill004.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..910684c --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/ill004.jpg diff --git a/79028-h/images/title.jpg b/79028-h/images/title.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d2a492d --- /dev/null +++ b/79028-h/images/title.jpg |
