In The Library

: Jewel

As Mr. Evringham turned from the closed door he met his daughter-in-law

coming out into the hall.



"I've been watching for Dr. Ballard," she said with annoyance. "I don't

see why I didn't hear him come down." At this juncture she paused,

surprised to observe that her father-in-law was laughing. She attributed

this unusual ebullition to ridicule of herself.



"I only wanted to ask if Julia's ill ess is infectious," she went on

with dignity. "Eloise and I are naturally very anxious. We should like

to do anything for her we can, if it is quite safe."



"Madam, don't, I pray, for all our sakes, run any risk," returned Mr.

Evringham, his lips still twitching as he bowed mockingly.



"It would be very foolish," answered Mrs. Evringham, unabashed. "You

wouldn't care to have more invalids on your hands. It has been all I

could do to keep Eloise away from the sick room to-day."



"Is it possible!" commented Mr. Evringham, smoothing his mustache.



"Not only possible but true, and I wished to go to headquarters and find

out the exact state of the case."



Again the broker's shoulders began to shake.



"Ballard isn't headquarters," he replied.



Mrs. Evringham regarded him, startled. She wondered if affairs were

perhaps very serious, and her father-in-law's nerves overstrained.

She knew that he had dispensed with the afternoon ride which was so

important to him.



She grew a shade paler. "I wish you would tell me, father, just what the

doctor said," she begged.



Mr. Evringham raised a protesting hand. "I couldn't think of it," he

laughed. "It would give me apoplexy."



His daughter-in-law began to retreat, and the broker passed her and went

into his study, still laughing.



Mrs. Evringham stood with lips parted, looking after him. Her heart beat

fast. The doctor had called twice. He had come down the stairs in dead

silence just now. She knew it, for she had been listening and waiting

to intercept him. She had meant to say a number of pretty things to him

concerning Eloise's anxiety about her little cousin. Her own anxiety

redoubled, and she hurried to her daughter's room and narrated her

experience.



"I really think we may have to go, Eloise," she finished nervously.

"Even if it isn't infectious, it is so dreadfully dispiriting to be in a

house where there is a dangerous illness, and possibly worse. I've been

thinking perhaps we might go in town and take lodgings for a while. No

one need know it. We could even stay there through the summer. None of

our friends would be in town; then in autumn we could come back here."



Eloise's lip curled. "I doubt that," she returned. "Grandfather will

be forearmed. I prophesy, mother, that you will never get our trunks up

here again after you once take them out."



"Really, Eloise, you do put things most repulsively," returned Mrs.

Evringham with vexation. "Besides, how do we know what the future is

going to bring forth? Father behaves to me as if he might be on the

verge of brain fever himself."



"Poor little Jewel!" exclaimed the girl. "I hope she will pull through,

but if she is the cause of our leaving here, I shall always love her

memory."



"I don't know whether father will even come to dinner," said Mrs.

Evringham, pursuing her own thoughts, "but I suppose we shall see Mrs.

Forbes. I do hope she has some sense about using disinfectants. It's

outrageous for her to come near the dining-room when she is taking care

of that child. Of course they'll have a nurse at once. Forbes doesn't

like going out of her beaten track."



"I can't forget that poor little voice rambling on so monotonously this

afternoon," said Eloise. "I strained my ears to listen, but I could

make out only that she said something about 'love' and then about

'righteousness.' What a word for that little mouth."



"I've seen smaller," remarked Mrs. Evringham.



When finally they entered the dining-room punctually at the appointed

hour,--even Mrs. Evringham dared take no liberties with that,--the host

was there and greeted them as usual. Mrs. Forbes came in and took her

position near him. Her employer gave her a side glance. His fears for

Jewel allayed, his regard for his housekeeper's opinions had returned in

full force.



He wished to ask for the little girl, to ask what she was doing now, and

what she would like sent up for dinner, but he had not the courage. The

aghast countenance which Mrs. Forbes had exhibited at the moment when

the enormity of Jewel's conduct transpired remained in his memory. The

housekeeper's appearance at present was noncommittal. Mrs. Evringham

sent her piercing and questioning glances in vain.



The silence in the usually silent room had not had time to become

noticeable when the portiere was pushed aside and Jewel, arrayed in

the dotted dress and carefully bearing the tall vase of nodding roses,

entered the room.



Mrs. Evringham uttered a little cry and dropped her spoon. Eloise stared

wild-eyed. The housekeeper flushed.



"Good evening," said the child, glancing about as she approached, and

sighing with relief as she set the heavy vase on the edge of the table.

"I had to come down so carefully not to spill, grandpa, that it made

me a little late. Mrs. Forbes said you brought me the roses under

false--false pretends, so I thought perhaps you would like them on the

table."



The housekeeper, hurrying forward, seized the vase from its precarious

position and placed it in the centre of the board. "I didn't tell you

you might come downstairs," she said, as she buttoned the middle button

of Jewel's dress.



The little girl looked up in innocent surprise. "You said I might dress

me, so why should anybody have to bring up my dinner?" she asked.



Mrs. Forbes's countenance looked so lowering that Mr. Evringham hastened

to speak in his brusque and final fashion. "She is here now. Might as

well let her stay."



Jewel jumped into her chair and turned toward him with an apologetic

smile. "I couldn't make my hair look very nice," she said, with the

lift of her shoulders which he had come to connect with her confidential

moments. Remembering the feverish child of the morning, he looked at her

in silent wonder. The appearance of her flaxen head he could see was

in contrast to the trim and well-cared-for look it had worn when she

arrived.



"Poor little thing!" he thought. "She looks motherless--motherless."

Involuntarily he cast a glance of impatience at his other guests. The

expression of blank amazement on their faces stirred him to amusement.



"If you are afraid of infection, Madge, don't hesitate to retire to your

room," he said. "Your dinner will be sent to you."



"What does this mean!" ejaculated Mrs. Evringham. "Why is Dr. Ballard

coming twice a day to see that child?"



"To cure her, of course," returned the broker, his lips breaking into

smiles. "Why do doctors generally visit patients?"



"Then when he came the second time he found her well?"



"Ha, ha," laughed Mr. Evringham, "yes, that's it. He found her well."



Eloise and her mother gazed at him in astonishment. Mrs. Forbes's

face was immovable. A sense of humor was not included in her mental

equipment, and she considered the whole affair lamentable and unseemly

in the extreme.



"Grandpa," said Jewel, looking at him with gentle reproach, "you're not

laughing at Dr. Ballard, are you? He's the kindest man. I love him,

next to you, best of anybody in Bel-Air"--then thinking this declaration

might hurt her aunt and cousin, she added, "because I know him the best,

you know. He tried to deceive me about the medicine, but it was only

because he didn't know that there isn't any righteous deceiving. He

meant to do me good."



Mrs. Evringham looked curiously from the child to her father-in-law. As

she herself said later, she had never felt so "out of it" in her life.

As the subject concerned Dr. Ballard, she wished to understand clearly

what circumstance could possibly have induced Mr. Evringham to laugh

repeatedly.



"I was passing your door this afternoon," said Eloise, addressing Jewel,

"and I heard you talking. I knew there was no one with you, and I feared

you were very ill."



The little girl was always pleased when her beautiful cousin looked at

her.



"I guess I was reading. Of course I was in a hurry to get well, so as

soon as the fever was gone and I felt comfortable, I began to read

out loud from 'Science and Health' to Anna Belle. She's a Christian

Scientist, too."



The faces of Mrs. Evringham and Eloise were studies as they gazed at the

speaker.



Mr. Evringham glanced at them maliciously under his heavy brows as Sarah

brought in the second course.



"Is Anna Belle your doll?" asked Eloise, for the moment sufficiently

interested almost to lose her self-consciousness.



"Yes," eagerly. "Would you like to see her?" Jewel gave a fleeting

glance at Mrs. Forbes. "She always comes to the table with me at home,"

she added.



"Sit still," murmured Mrs. Forbes in low, sepulchral warning.



"Now then, Jewel," said Mr. Evringham as he began to serve the filet,

"you didn't take the doctor's medicine. What do you think made that high

fever go away?"



The little girl looked up brightly. "Oh, I telegraphed to Mrs. Lewis,

one of mother's friends in Chicago, to treat me."



"The dev--What do you mean, child?"



Mr. Evringham gazed at her, and his tone was so fierce, although he was

only very much amazed, that Jewel's smile faded. The corners of her

lips drew down pitifully, and suddenly she slipped from her chair, and

running to him threw her arms around his neck and buried her averted

face, revealing two forlorn little flaxen pigtails devoid of ribbons.



"What's this, Jewel?" he said quickly, fearfully embarrassed before his

wondering audience. "This is very irregular, very irregular." He dropped

his fork perforce, and his hand closed over the little arm across his

cravat.



Jewel was trying to control a sob that struggled to escape, and saying

over and over, as nearly as he could understand, something about God

being Love.



"Go right back to your chair now, like a good girl."



"Do you--love me?" whispered Jewel.



"Yes--yes, I do."



"You spoke like"--a sob--"like hating."



"Not at all, not at all," rejoined Mr. Evringham quickly, "but I was

very much surprised, very."



"Shall I take her upstairs, sir?" asked Mrs. Forbes, nearly bursting

with the outrage of such an interruption to her employer's sacred

dinner.



"No, she's going to sit right down in her chair and not make any

trouble. Don't you like those roses I brought you, Jewel?" he added

awkwardly, hoping to make a diversion. He was successful. She lowered

her face, a fleeting April smile flitting over it.



"Did grandfather bring you those lovely roses?" asked Eloise.



Mr. Evringham flashed her his first glance of approval for so quickly

taking the cue.



"Yes," replied the child, her breath catching as she went back to her

chair. "I seemed so sick when he went away this morning was the reason;

so now I'm well again--they belong to everybody, don't they, grandpa?"



Mr. Evringham paused to consider a reply. He desired to be careful in

public not to draw upon himself that small catapult.



"They belong to you still, Jewel. I never take back my presents," he

returned at last.



"And I think Mrs. Forbes was mistaken about the false pretends," said

the child, swallowing and looking apologetically at the housekeeper,

"because who would pretend such error as sickness, and of course you'd

know I didn't pretend."





"Certainly not," said Mr. Evringham. "Mrs. Forbes didn't mean that. The

whole thing seems like a dream now," he added.



"What else could it seem like?" returned Jewel, smiling faintly toward

her grandfather with an air of having caught him napping.



"Like reality," he returned dryly.



She gazed at him, her smile fading.



He looked up apprehensively and cringed a little, not at all sure that

the next instant would not find the rose-leaf cheek next his, and a

close whisper driving cold chills down his back; but the child only

paused a moment.



"Reality is so much different from sin, disease, and death," she said at

last, in a matter-of-fact manner. It was too much for Mrs. Evringham's

risibles. She laughed in spite of her daughter's reproachful glance.



"How wonderful if true!" she exclaimed.



"It is true," returned Jewel soberly. "Even Anna Belle knows that; but

I'm sure that you haven't learned anything about Christian Science, aunt

Madge," she added politely.



"What makes you so sure?" returned Mrs. Evringham banteringly.



Jewel flushed with embarrassment and glanced at her grandfather

involuntarily, but he was busy eating and evidently would not help her.



"I'd rather not say," replied the child at last, and her rejoinder

incited her aunt to further merriment.



"Aunt Madge doesn't laugh in a nice way," thought Jewel. "It's even

pleasanter when she looks sorry."



"What is real then, Jewel?" asked Eloise gravely.



The child flashed upon her a sweet look.



"Everything good and glad," she answered.



Something rose in the girl's throat, and she pressed her lips together

for an instant.



"You are happy to believe that," she returned.



"Oh, I don't believe it," replied Jewel. "It's one of the things I

know. Mother says we only believe things when we aren't sure about

them. Mother knows such a lot of beautiful truth."



The child looked at her cousin wistfully as she spoke. Eloise could

scarcely retain her proud and nonchalant bearing beneath the blue eyes.

They seemed to see through to her wretchedness.



She did not look at Jewel again during dinner. At the close Mr.

Evringham pushed his chair back.



"I should like you to come with me into my study, Jewel, for a few

minutes."



The child's face brightened, and she left the table with alacrity. Mr.

Evringham stood back to allow his guests to pass out. They went on to

the drawing-room, where Mrs. Evringham's self-restraint was loosed.



"The plot thickens, Eloise!" she said.



"And we are not going away," returned the girl.



"Decidedly not," declared her mother with emphasis.



"There is no hope of our catching anything that Jewel has now," went on

Eloise.



Her mother glanced at her suspiciously. "What, for instance?"



"Oh," returned the girl, shrugging her shoulder, "faith, hope, and

charity."



Mrs. Evringham laughed. "Indeed! Is the wind in that quarter? Then with

the Christian Science microbe in the house, there's no telling what may

happen to you. Something more serious than a fever, perhaps." She nodded

knowingly. "This sudden recovery looks very queer to me. I'd keep the

child in bed if I were in authority. Some diseases are so treacherous.

There's walking typhoid fever, for instance. She may have it for all we

know. I shall have a very serious talk with Dr. Ballard when he comes."



An ironical smile flitted over the girl's lips as she drifted toward the

piano. "I judge from the remarks at the table, that the less you say to

Dr. Ballard on the subject of to-day's experiences the better."



"I know it," indignantly. "I'm sure that child must have played some

practical joke on him. I want to get to the bottom of it. What a strange

little monkey she is! How long will father stand it? What did you think,

Eloise, when she swooped upon him so suddenly?"



"I thought of just one sentence," returned the girl. "'Perfect love

casteth out fear.'"



"Why in the world should she love him?" protested Mrs. Evringham.



"She would love us all if we would let her," returned Eloise, the

phrases of "Vogel als Prophete" beginning to ripple softly from beneath

her fingers. "I saw it from the first. I felt it that first evening,

when we behaved toward her like a couple of boors. Any one can see she

has never been snubbed, never neglected. She got out of the lap of love

to come to this icebox. No wonder the change of temperature made her

ill!"



"Why, Eloise, what has come over you? You never used to be disagreeable.

It's a good thing the child is amiable. It's the only thing left for a

plain girl to be."



"No one will ever remember that she is plain," remarked Eloise.



Her mother raised her eyebrows doubtingly. "Perhaps your perceptions are

so keen that you can explain how Jewel managed to telegraph to Chicago

to-day," she said. "It reminded me of Dooley's comments on Christian

Science. Do you remember what he said about 'rejucin' a swellin' over a

long distance tillyphone'?"



"I can't imagine how she managed it," admitted Eloise.







Neither could Mr. Evringham. He had taken Jewel into his study now

with the intention of finding out, deeming a secluded apartment more

desirable for catechism which might lay him liable to personal attack.



As they entered the library he turned on the light, and Jewel glanced

about with her usual alert and ready admiration.



"Is this your own, own particular room, grandpa?" she asked.



"Yes, where I keep all my books and papers."



The child's eye suddenly lighted on the yellow chicken, and she looked

up at Mr. Evringham with a pleased smile. He had forgotten the chicken,

and took the seat before his desk, glancing vaguely about to see which

chair would be least heavy and ponderous for his guest. She settled

the matter without any hesitation by jumping upon his knee. Jewel had a

subject on her mind which pressed heavily, and before her companion

had had time to do more than wink once or twice in his surprise, she

proceeded to it.



"Do you know, grandpa, I think it's hard for Mrs. Forbes to love people

very much," she said in a lowered voice, as if perhaps the walls might

have ears. "I wanted to ask her yesterday morning if she didn't love me

whom she had seen, how could she love God whom she hadn't seen. Grandpa,

would you be willing to tie my bows?"



"To tie"--repeated Mr. Evringham, and paused.



The child was gazing into his eyes earnestly. She put her hand into her

pocket and took out two long pieces of blue ribbon.



"You see, you're my only real relation," she explained, "and so I don't

like to ask anybody else."



The startled look in her grandfather's face moved her to proceed

encouragingly.



"You tie your neckties just beautifully, grandpa; and Mrs. Forbes does

her duty so hard, and she wants to have my hair cut off, to save

trouble." Jewel put her hand up to one short pigtail protectingly.



"And you don't want it cut off, eh?"



"No; and mother wouldn't either. So it would be error, and I'm sure I

could learn to fix it better than I did to-night, if you would tie the

bows. Just try one right now, grandpa."



"With the house full of women!" gasped Mr. Evringham.



"But none of them my real relatives," replied Jewel, and she turned the

back of her head to him, putting the ribbons in his hands.



His fingers fumbled at the task for a minute, and his breathing began to

be heavy.



"Is it hard, grandpa?" she asked sympathetically. "You can do it.

You reflect intelligence." Then in an instant, "Oh, I've thought of

something." She whisked about, took the ribbons and tied one tightly

around the end of each braid, then ducking her forehead into his shirt

front, "Now put your arms around my neck and tie the bow just as if it

was on yourself." Eureka! The thing was accomplished and Mrs. Forbes

outwitted. The broker was rather pleased with himself, at the billowy

appearance of the ribbon which covered such a multitude of sins in the

way of bad parting and braiding. He took his handkerchief and wiped

the beads of perspiration from his brow, while Jewel regarded him with

admiring affection.



"I knew you could do just anything, grandpa!" she said. "You see,"

looking off at a mental vision of the housekeeper, "we could come in

here every morning for a minute before breakfast, and she'd never know,

would she?" The child lifted her shoulders and laughed softly with

pleasure at the plot.



Mr. Evringham saw his opportunity to take the floor.



"Now Jewel, I would like to have you explain what you meant by saying

that you telegraphed to Chicago to-day, when you didn't leave your bed."



She looked up at him attentively. "Ezekiel took it for me," she replied.



Mr. Evringham unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief at this commonplace

information. His knowledge of the claims of Christian Science was

extremely vague, and he had feared being obliged to listen to a

declaration of the use of some means of communication which would make

Marconi's discoveries appear like clumsy makeshifts.



"But I think, grandpa, perhaps you'd better not tell Mrs. Forbes."



"How did you manage to see Zeke?"



"I asked his mother if he might come to see me before he took you to the

train."



Mr. Evringham pulled his mustache in amusement. "Did he pay for the

telegram?"



"Why no, grandpa. I told you I had plenty of money."



"And you think that Mrs. Somebody in Chicago cured you?"



"Of course not. God did."



"But she asked Him, eh?"



Jewel's innocent eyes looked directly into the quizzical ones. "It's

pretty hard for a little girl to teach you about it if you don't know,"

she said doubtfully.



"I don't know," he replied, his mood altered by her tone, "but I

should like to know what you think about it. Your cure was a rather

surprising one to us all."



"I can tell you some of the things I know."



"Do so then."



"Well"--a pause--"there wasn't anything to cure, you see."



"Ah! You weren't ill then!"



"No--o," scornfully, "of course not. I knew it all the time, but it

seemed so real to me, and so hot, I knew I'd have to have some one else

handle the claim for me."



"It certainly did seem rather real." Mr. Evringham smiled.



Jewel saw that he did not in the least comprehend.



"You know there isn't any devil, don't you, grandpa?" she asked

patiently.



"Well, sometimes I have my doubts."



The little girl tried to discover by his eyes if he were in earnest.



"If you believe there is, then you could believe that I was really

sick; but if you believe there isn't, and that God created everybody and

everything, then it is so easy to understand that I wasn't. Think of God

creating anything bad!"



Mr. Evringham nodded vaguely. "When mother comes home she'll tell you

about it, if you want her to." She sighed a little and abruptly changed

the subject. "Grandpa, are you going to be working at your desk?"



"Yes, for a while."



"Could I sit over at that table and write a letter while you're busy? I

wouldn't speak." She slipped down from his knee.



"I don't know about your having ink. You're a rather small girl to be

writing letters."



"Oh no, I'll take a pencil--because sometimes I move quickly and ink

tips over."



"Quite so. I'm glad you realize that, else I should be afraid to have

you come to my study."



"You'd better not be afraid," the child shook her head sagely, "because

that makes things happen."



Her grandfather regarded her curiously. This small Bible student, who

couldn't tie her own hair ribbons, was an increasing problem to him.