Jewel: A Chapter in Her Life. Clara Louise Burnham

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      “Always,” was the prompt rejoinder, while Eloise cast a glance full of appeal at her mother.

      The latter continued archly, “If you could see Eloise on a horse you would not blame me for trying to screw up my courage, as I have been doing for days past, to ask you if she might take a canter on Essex Maid in the morning, sometimes, while you are away. Fanshaw assured me that she would be perfectly safe.”

      Mr. Evringham's cold eyes stared, and then the enormity of the proposition appeared to move him humorously.

      “Which maid did Fanshaw say would be safe?” he inquired, while Eloise glowed with mortification.

      “Well, if you think Eloise can't ride, try her some time!” exclaimed the widow gayly. It had been a matter of surprise and afterward of resentment that Mr. Evringham could remain deaf to her hints so long, and she had determined to become frank. “Or else ask Dr. Ballard,” she went on; “he has very kindly provided Eloise with a horse several times, but the child likes a solitary ride, sometimes, as well as you do.”

      The steely look returned to the host's eyes. “No one rides the Maid but myself,” he returned coldly.

      “I beg you to believe, grandfather, that I don't wish to ride her,” said Eloise, her customary languor of manner gone and her voice hard. “Mother is more ambitious for me than I am for myself. I should be very much obliged if she would allow me to ask favors when I want them.”

      Mrs. Forbes's lips were set in a tight line as she filled Mrs. Evringham's glass.

      That lady's heart was beating a little fast from vexation, and also from the knowledge that a time of reckoning with her child was coming.

      “Oh, very well,” she said airily. “No wonder you are careful of that beautiful creature. I caught Eloise with her arms around the mare's neck the other day, and I couldn't help wishing for a kodak. You feed her with sugar, don't you Eloise?”

      “I hope not, I'm sure!” exclaimed Mr. Evringham sternly.

      “I'll not do it again, grandfather,” said the girl, her very ears burning.

      Mrs. Evringham sighed and gave one Parthian shot. “The poor child does love horses so,” she murmured softly.

      The host scowled and fidgeted in his chair with a brusque gesture to Mrs. Forbes to remove the course.

      “Harry has turned up again,” he remarked, to change the subject.

      “Really?” returned his daughter-in-law languidly. “For how long I wonder?”

      “He thinks it is permanent.”

      “He is still in Chicago?”

      “Yes, for a day or two. He and his wife sail for Europe immediately.”

      “Indeed!” with a greater show of interest. Then, curiously, “Are you sending them, father?”

      “Scarcely! They are going on business.”

      “Oh,” relapsing into indifference. “They have a child, I believe.”

      “Yes, a girl. I should think perhaps you might have remembered it.”

      “I hardly see why, if Harry didn't—a fact he plainly showed by deserting the poor creature.” The insolence of the speaker's tone was scarcely veiled. Her extreme disapproval of her father-in-law sometimes welled to the surface of her suave manner.

      Mr. Evringham's thoughts had fled to Chicago. “Harry proposed leaving the girl here while they are gone,” he said.

      Mrs. Evringham straightened in her chair and her attention concentrated. “With you? What assurance! How like Harry!” she exclaimed.

      The words were precisely those which her host had been saying to himself; but proceeding from her lips they had a strange effect upon him.

      “You find it so?” he asked. The clearer the proposition became to Mrs. Evringham's consciousness the more she resented it. To have the child in the house not only would menace her ease and comfort, but meant a possibility that the grandfather might take an interest in Harry's daughter which would disturb Eloise's chances.

      “Of course it does. I call it simply presumptuous,” she declared with emphasis.

      “After all, Harry has some rights,” rejoined Mr. Evringham slowly.

      “His wife is a dressmaker,” went on the other. “I had it directly from a Chicago friend. Harry has scarcely been with the child since she was born. And to saddle a little stranger like that on you! Now Eloise and her father were inseparable.”

      There was an ominous glitter in Mr. Evringham's eyes. “Eloise's father!” he returned slowly. “I did not know that she remembered him.”

      The hurt of his tone and words sank deep into the heart of the girl, but she looked up courageously.

      “Your son was my father in every best sense,” she said. “We were inseparable. You must have known it.”

      “You appeared to be separable when your father made his visits to Bel-Air Park,” was the rejoinder. “Pardon me if I knew very little of what took place in his household. A telegraph blank, please, Mrs. Forbes, and tell Zeke to be ready to go to the office.”

      There was a vital tone in the usually dry voice. Mrs. Evringham looked apprehensively at her daughter; but Eloise gave her no answering glance; her eyes were downcast and her pretense of eating continued, while her pulses beat.

CHAPTER IV

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FATHER AND SON

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      When later they were alone, the girl looked at her mother, her eyes luminous.

      “You see,” she began rather breathlessly, “even you must see, he is beginning to drive us away.”

      “I do hope, Eloise, you are not going to indulge in any heroics over this affair,” returned Mrs. Evringham, who had braced herself to meet an attack. “Does the unpleasant creature suppose we would stay with him if we were not obliged to?”

      “If we are obliged to, which I don't admit, need you demand further favors than food and shelter? How could you speak of Essex Maid! How can you know in your inmost heart, as you do, that we are eating the bread of charity, and then ask for the apple of his eye!” exclaimed Eloise desperately.

      “Go away with your bread and apples,” responded Mrs. Evringham flippantly. “I have a real worry now that that wretched little cousin of yours is coming.”

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