THE YATES PRIDE A ROMANCE By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman PART I Opposite Miss Eudora Yates's old colonial mansion was the perky modernQueen Anne residence of Mrs. Joseph Glynn. Mrs. Glynn had a daughter, Ethel, and an unmarried sister, Miss Julia Esterbrook. All three werefond of talking, and had many callers who liked to hear the feeblyeffervescent news of Wellwood. This afternoon three ladies were there:Miss Abby Simson, Mrs. John Bates, and Mrs. Edward Lee. They sat in theGlynn sitting-room, which shrilled with treble voices as if a flock ofsparrows had settled therein. The Glynn sitting-room was charming, mainly because of the quantityof flowering plants. Every window was filled with them, until the roomseemed like a conservatory. Ivy, too, climbed over the pictures, and themantel-shelf was a cascade of wandering Jew, growing in old china vases. "Your plants are really wonderful, Mrs. Glynn, " said Mrs. Bates, "but Idon't see how you manage to get a glimpse of anything outside the house, your windows are so full of them. " "Maybe she can see and not be seen, " said Abby Simson, who had a quickwit and a ready tongue. Mrs. Joseph Glynn flushed a little. "I have not the slightest curiosityabout my neighbors, " she said, "but it is impossible to live just acrossthe road from any house without knowing something of what is going on, whether one looks or not, " said she, with dignity. "Ma and I never look out of the windows from curiosity, " said EthelGlynn, with spirit. Ethel Glynn had a great deal of spirit, which wasevinced in her personal appearance as well as her tongue. She had aneye to the fashions; her sleeves were never out of date, nor was thearrangement of her hair. "For instance, " said Ethel, "we never look at the house opposite becausewe are at all prying, but we do know that that old maid has been doing amighty queer thing lately. " "First thing you know you will be an old maid yourself, and then yourstones will break your own glass house, " said Abby Simson. "Oh, I don't care, " retorted Ethel. "Nowadays an old maid isn't an oldmaid except from choice, and everybody knows it. But it must have beendifferent in Miss Eudora's time. Why, she is older than you are, MissAbby. " "Just five years, " replied Abby, unruffled, "and she had chances, and Iknow it. " "Why didn't she take them, then?" "Maybe, " said Abby, "girls had choice then as much as now, but I nevercould make out why she didn't marry Harry Lawton. " Ethel gave her head a toss. "Maybe, " said she, "once in a while, even solong ago, a girl wasn't so crazy to get married as folks thought. Maybeshe didn't want him. " "She did want him, " said Abby. "A girl doesn't get so pale andpeaked-looking for nothing as Eudora Yates did, after she had dismissedHarry Lawton and he had gone away, nor haunt the post-office as she usedto, and, when she didn't get a letter, go away looking as if she woulddie. " "Maybe, " said Ethel, "her folks were opposed. " "Nobody ever opposed Eudora Yates except her own self, " replied Abby. "Her father was dead, and Eudora's ma thought the sun rose and setin her. She would never have opposed her if she had wanted to marry aforeign duke or the old Harry himself. " "I remember it perfectly, " said Mrs. Joseph Glynn. "So do I, " said Julia Esterbrook. "Don't see why you shouldn't. You were plenty old enough to have yourmemory in good working order if it was ever going to be, " said AbbySimson. "Well, " said Ethel, "it is the funniest thing I ever heard of. If a girlwanted a man enough to go all to pieces over him, and he wanted her, whyon earth didn't she take him?" "Maybe they quarreled, " ventured Mrs. Edward Lee, who was a mild, sickly-looking woman and seldom expressed an opinion. "Well, that might have been, " agreed Abby, "although Eudora always hadthe name of having a beautiful disposition. " "I have always found, " said Mrs. Joseph Glynn, with an air of wisdom, "that it is the beautiful dispositions which are the most set the minutethey get a start the wrong way. It is the always-flying-out people whoare the easiest to get on with in the long run. " "Well, " said Abby, "maybe that is so, but folks might get worn all to afrazzle by the flying-out ones before the long run. I'd rather take mychances with a woman like Eudora. She always seems just so, just as calmand sweet. When the Ames's barn, that was next to hers, burned down andthe wind was her way, she just walked in and out of her house, carryingthe things she valued most, and she looked like a picture--somehow shehad got all dressed fit to make calls--and there wasn't a muscle of herface that seemed to move. Eudora Yates is to my mind the most beautifulwoman in this town, old or young, I don't care who she is. " "I suppose, " said Julia Esterbrook, "that she has a lot of money. " "I wonder if she has, " said Mrs. John Bates. The others stared at her. "What makes you think she hasn't?" Mrs. Glynninquired, sharply. "Nothing, " said Mrs. Bates, and closed her thin lips. She would say nomore, but the others had suspicions, because her husband, John Bates, was a wealthy business man. "I can't believe she has lost her money, " said Mrs. Glynn. "She wouldn'thave been such a fool as to do what she has if she hadn't money. " "What has she done?" asked Mrs. Bates, eagerly. "What has she done?" asked Abby, and Mrs. Lee looked up inquiringly. The faces of Mrs. Glynn, her daughter, and her sister became important, full of sly and triumphant knowledge. "Haven't you heard?" asked Mrs. Glynn. "Yes, haven't you?" asked Ethel. "Haven't any of you heard?" asked Julia Esterbrook. "No, " admitted Abby, rather feebly. "I don't know as I have. " "Do you mean about Eudora's going so often to the Lancaster girls' totea?" asked Mrs. John Bates, with a slight bridle of possible knowledge. "I heard of that, " said Mrs. Lee, not to be outdone. "Land, no, " replied Mrs. Glynn. "Didn't she always go there? It isn'tthat. It is the most unheard-of thing she had done; but no woman, unlessshe had plenty of money to bring it up, would have done it. " "To bring what up?" asked Abby, sharply. Her eyes looked as small andbright as needles. Julia regarded her with intense satisfaction. "What do women generallybring up?" said she. "I don't know of anything they bring up, whether they have it or not, except a baby, " retorted Abby, sharply. Julia wilted a little; but her sister, Mrs. Glynn, was not perturbed. She launched her thunderbolt of news at once, aware that the criticalmoment had come, when the quarry of suspicion had left the bushes. "She has adopted a baby, " said she, and paused like a woman who hadfired a gun, half scared herself and shrinking from the report. Ethel seconded her mother. "Yes, " said she, "Miss Eudora has adopted ababy, and she has a baby-carriage, and she wheels it out any time shetakes a notion. " Ethel's speech was of the nature of an after-climax. The baby-carriage weakened the situation. The other women seized upon the idea of the carriage to cover theirsurprise and prevent too much gloating on the part of Mrs. Glynn, Ethel, and Julia. "Is it a new carriage?" inquired Mrs. Lee. "No, it looks like one that came over in the ark, " retorted Mrs. Glynn. Then she repeated: "She has adopted a baby, " but this time there was noeffect of an explosion. However, the treble chorus rose high, "Where didshe get the baby? Was it a boy or a girl? Why did she adopt it? Did itcry much?" and other queries, none of which Mrs. Glynn, Ethel, and Juliacould answer very decidedly except the last. They all announced that theadopted baby was never heard to cry at all. "Must be a very good child, " said Abby. "Must be a very healthy child, " said Mrs. Lee, who had had experiencewith crying babies. "Well, she has it, anyhow, " said Mrs. Glynn. Right upon the announcement came proof. The beautiful door of the oldcolonial mansion opposite was thrown open, and clumsy and cautiousmotion was evident. Presently a tall, slender woman came down the pathbetween the box borders, pushing a baby-carriage. It was undoubtedly avery old carriage. It must have dated back to the fifties, if notthe forties. It was made of wood, with a leather buggy-top, and wasevidently very heavy. Abby eyed it shrewdly. "If I am not mistaken, " said she, "that is thevery carriage Eudora herself was wheeled around in when she was a baby. I am almost sure I have seen that identical carriage before. When wewere girls I used to go to the Yates house sometimes. Of course, it wasalways very formal, a little tea-party for Eudora, with her mother onhand, but I feel sure that I saw that carriage there one of those times. "I suppose it cost a lot of money, in the time of it. The Yateses alwaysgot the very best for Eudora, " said Julia. "And maybe Eudora goes aboutso little she doesn't realize how out of date the carriage is, but Ishould think it would be very heavy to wheel, especially if the baby isa good-sized one. " "It looks like a very large baby, " said Ethel. "Of course, it is sorolled up we can't tell. " "Haven't you gone out and asked to see the baby?" said Abby. "Would we dare unless Eudora Yates offered to show it?" said Julia, witha surprised air; and the others nodded assent. Then they all crowded tothe front windows and watched from behind the screens of green floweringthings. It was very early in the spring. Fairly hot days alternated withlight frosts. The trees were touched with sprays of rose and gold andgold-green, but the wind still blew cold from the northern snows, andthe occupant of Eudora's ancient carriage was presumably wrapped wellto shelter it from harm. There was, in fact, nothing to be seen in thecarriage, except a large roll of blue and white, as Eudora emerged fromthe yard and closed the iron gate of the tall fence behind her. Through this fence pricked the evergreen box, and the deep yard was fullof soft pastel tints of reluctantly budding trees and bushes. There wasone deep splash of color from a yellow bush in full bloom. Eudora paced down the sidewalk with a magnificent, stately gait. Therewas something rather magnificent in her whole appearance. Her skirts ofold, but rich, black fabric swept about her long, advancing limbs;she held her black-bonneted head high, as if crowned. She pushed thecumbersome baby-carriage with no apparent effort. An ancient India shawlwas draped about her sloping shoulders. Eudora, as she passed the Glynn house, turned her face slightly, so thatits pure oval was evident. She was now a beauty in late middle life. Herhair, of an indeterminate shade, swept in soft shadows over her ears;her features were regular; her expression was at once regal and gentle. A charm which was neither of youth nor of age reigned in her face;her grace had surmounted with triumphant ease the slope of every year. Eudora passed out of sight with the baby-carriage, lifting her proudlady-head under the soft droop of the spring boughs; and her inspectors, whom she had not seen, moved back from the Glynn windows withexclamations of astonishment. "I wonder, " said Abby, "whether she will have that baby call her ma oraunty. " Meantime Eudora passed down the village street until she reached theLancaster house, about half a mile away on the same side. There dweltthe Misses Amelia and Anna Lancaster, who were about Eudora's age, anda widowed sister, Mrs. Sophia Willing, who was much older. The Lancasterhouse was also a colonial mansion, much after the fashion of Eudora's, but it showed signs of continued opulence. Eudora's, behind her treesand leafing vines, was gray for lack of paint. Some of the colonialornamental details about porches and roof were sloughing off or hadalready disappeared. The Lancaster house gleamed behind its grove ofevergreen trees as white and perfect as in its youth. The windows showedrich slants of draperies behind their green glister of old glass. A gardener, with a boy assistant, was at work in the grounds when Eudoraentered. He touched his cap. He was an old man who had lived with theLancasters ever since Eudora could remember. He advanced toward her now. "Sha'n't Tommy push--the baby-carriage up to the house for you, MissEudora?" he said, in his cracked old voice. Eudora flushed slightly, and, as if in response, the old man flushed, also. "No, I thank you, Wilson, " she said, and moved on. The boy, who was raking dry leaves, stood gazing at them with a shrewd, whimsical expression. He was the old man's grandson. "Is that a boy or a girl kid, grandpa?" he inquired, when the gardenerreturned. "Hold your tongue!" replied the old man, irascibly. Suddenly he seizedthe boy by his two thin little shoulders with knotted old hands. "Look at here, Tommy, whatever you know, you keep your mouth shet, andwhatever you don't know, you keep your mouth shet, if you know what'sgood for you, " he said, in a fierce whisper. The boy whistled and shrugged his shoulders loose. "You know I ain'tgoin' to tell tales, grandpa, " he said, in a curiously manly fashion. The old man nodded. "All right, Tommy. I don't believe you be, nuther, but you may jest as well git it through your head what's goin' to happenif you do. " "Ain't goin' to, " returned the boy. He whistled charmingly as he rakedthe leaves. His whistle sounded like the carol of a bird. Eudora pushed the carriage around to the side door, and immediatelythere was a fluttering rush of a slender woman clad in lavender down thesteps. This woman first kissed Eudora with gentle fervor, then, with asly look around and voice raised intentionally high, she lifted theblue and white roll from the carriage with the tenderest care. "Did thedarling come to see his aunties?" she shrilled. The old man and the boy in the front yard heard her distinctly. The oldman's face was imperturbable. The boy grinned. Two other women, all clad in lavender, appeared in the doorway. Theyalso bent over the blue and white bundle. They also said something aboutthe darling coming to see his aunties. Then there ensued the softestchorus of lady-laughter, as if at some hidden joke. "Come in, Eudora dear, " said Amelia Lancaster. "Yes, come in, Eudoradear, " said Anna Lancaster. "Yes, come in, Eudora dear, " said SophiaWilling. Sophia looked much older than her sisters, but with that exception theresemblance between all three was startling. They always dressed exactlyalike, too, in silken fabric of bluish lavender, like myrtle blossoms. Some of the poetical souls in the village called the Lancaster sisters"The ladies in lavender. " There was an astonishing change in the treatment of the blue and whitebundle when the sisters and Eudora were in the stately old sitting-room, with its heavy mahogany furniture and its white-wainscoted calls. Ameliasimply tossed the bundle into a corner of the sofa; then the sisters allsat in a loving circle around Eudora. "Are you sure you are not utterly worn out, dear?" asked Amelia, tenderly; and the others repeated the question in exactly the same tone. The Lancaster sisters were not pretty, but all had charming expressionsof gentleness and a dignified good-will and loving kindness. Their blueeyes beamed love at Eudora, and it was as if she sat encircled in asoul-ring of affection. She responded, and her beautiful face glowed with tenderness andpleasure, and something besides, which was as the light of victory. "I am not in the least tired, thank you, dears, " she replied. "Whyshould I be tired? I am very strong. " Amelia murmured something about such hard work. "I never thought it would be hard work taking care of a baby, " repliedEudora, "and especially such a very light baby. " Something whimsical crept into Eudora's voice; something whimsical creptinto the love-light of the other women's eyes. Again a soft ripple ofmirth swept over them. "Especially a baby who never cries, " said Amelia. "No, he never does cry, " said Eudora, demurely. They laughed again. Then Amelia rose and left the room to get thetea-things. The old serving-woman who had lived with them for many yearswas suffering from rheumatism, and was cared for by her daughter in thelittle cottage across the road from the Lancaster house. Her husband andgrandson were the man and boy at work in the grounds. The three sisterstook care of themselves and their house with the elegant ease and lackof fluster of gentlewomen born and bred. Miss Amelia, bringing inthe tea-tray, was an unclassed being, neither maid nor mistress, butoutranking either. She had tied on a white apron. She bore thesilver tray with an ease which bespoke either nerve or muscle in herlace-draped arms. She poured the tea, holding the silver pot high and letting the amberfluid trickle slowly, and the pearls and diamonds on her thin handsshone dully. Sophia passed little china plates and fringed napkins, andAnna a silver basket with golden squares of sponge-cake. The ladies ate and drank, and the blue and white bundle on the sofaremained motionless. Eudora, after she had finished her tea, leanedback gracefully in her chair, and her dark eyes gleamed with its mildstimulus. She remained an hour or more. When she went out, Ameliaslipped an envelope into her hand and at the same time embraced andkissed her. Sophia and Anna followed her example. Eudora opened hermouth as if to speak, but smiled instead, a fond, proud smile. Duringthe last fifteen minutes of her stay Amelia had slipped out of theroom with the blue and white bundle. Now she brought it out and laid itcarefully in the carriage. "We are always so glad to see you, dearest Eudora, " said she, "but youunderstand--" "Yes, " said Sophia, "you understand, Eudora dear, that there is not theslightest haste. " Eudora nodded, and her long neck seemed to grow longer. When she was stepping regally down the path, Amelia said in a hastywhisper to Sophia: "Did you tell her?" Sophia shook her head. "No, sister. " "I didn't know but you might have, while I was out of the room. " "I did not, " said Sophia. She looked doubtfully at Amelia, then at Anna, and doubt flashed back and forth between the three pairs of blue eyesfor a second. Then Sophia spoke with authority, because she was theonly one of them all who had entered the estate of matrimony, and hadconsequently obvious cognizance of such matters. "I think, " said she, "that Eudora should be told that Harry Lawton hascome back and is boarding at the Wellwood Inn. " "You think, " faltered Amelia, "that it is possible she might meet himunexpectedly?" "I certainly do think so. And she might show her feelings in a way whichshe would ever afterward regret. " "You think, then, that she--" Sophia gave her sister a look. Amelia fled after Eudora and thebaby-carriage. She overtook her at the gate. She laid her hand onEudora's arm, draped with India shawl. "Eudora!" she gasped. Eudora turned her serene face and regarded her questioningly. "Eudora, " said Amelia, "have you heard of anybody's coming to stay atthe inn lately?" "No, " replied Eudora, calmly. "Why, dear?" "Nothing, only, Eudora, a dear and old friend of yours, of ours, isthere, so I hear. " Eudora did not inquire who the old friend might be. "Really?" sheremarked. Then she said, "Goodby, Amelia dear, " and resumed her progresswith the baby-carriage. PART II "She never even asked who it was, " Amelia reported to her sisters, when she had returned to the house. "Because she knew, " replied Sophia, sagely; "there has never been any old friend but that one old friend tocome back into Eudora Yates's life. " "Has he come back into her life, I wonder?" said Amelia. "What did he return to Wellwood for if he didn't come for that? Allhis relatives are gone. He never married. Yes, he has come back to seeEudora and marry her, if she will have him. No man who ever loved Eudorawould ever get over loving her. And he will not be shocked when he seesher. She is no more changed than a beautiful old statue. " "HE is changed, though, " said Amelia. "I saw him the other day. Hedidn't see me, and I would hardly have known him. He has grown stout, and his hair is gray. " "Eudora's hair is gray, " said Sophia. "Yes, but you can see the gold through Eudora's gray. It just looks asif a shadow was thrown over it. It doesn't change her. Harry Lawton'sgray hair does change him. " "If, " said Anna, sentimentally, "Eudora thinks Harry's hair turned grayfor love of her, you can trust her or any woman to see the gold throughit. " "Harry's hair was never gold--just an ordinary brown, " said Amelia. "Anyway, the Lawtons turned gray young. " "She won't think of that at all, " said Sophia. "I wonder why Eudora always avoided him so, years ago, " said Amelia. "Why doesn't a girl in a field of daisies stop to pick one, which shenever forgets?" said Sophia. "Eudora had so many chances, and I don'tthink her heart was fixed when she was very young; at least, I don'tthink it was fixed so she knew it. " "I wonder, " said Amelia, "if he will go and call on her. " Amelia privately wished that she lived near enough to know if HarryLawton did call. She, as well as Mrs. Joseph Glynn, would have enjoyedwatching out and knowing something of the village happenings, but theLancaster house was situated so far from the road, behind its grove oftrees, that nothing whatever could be seen. "I doubt if Eudora tells, if he does call--that is, not unless somethingdefinite happens, " said Anna. "No, " remarked Amelia, sadly. "Eudora is a dear, but she is very silentwith regard to her own affairs. " "She ought to be, " said Sophia, with her married authority. She was, toher sisters, as one who had passed within the shrine and was dignifiedlysilent with regard to its intimate mysteries. "I suppose so, " assented Anna, with a soft sigh. Amelia sighed also. Then she took the tea-tray out of the room. She had to make somebiscuits for supper. Meantime Eudora was pacing homeward with the baby-carriage. Her sereneface was a little perturbed. Her oval cheeks were flushed, and her mouthnow and then trembled. She had, if she followed her usual course, topass the Wellwood Inn, but she could diverge, and by taking a sidestreet and walking a half-mile farther reach home without coming insight of the inn. She did so to-day. When she reached the side street she turned rather swiftly and gave alittle sigh of relief. She was afraid that she might meet Harry Lawton. It was a lonely way. There was a brook on one side, bordered thicklywith bushy willows which were turning gold-green. On the other sidewere undulating pasture-lands on which grazed a few sheep. There wereno houses until she reached the turn which would lead back to the mainstreet, on which her home was located. Eudora was about midway of this street when she saw a man approaching. He was a large man clad in gray, and he was swinging an umbrella. Somehow the swing of that umbrella, even from a distance, gave animpression of embarrassment and boyish hesitation. Eudora did not knowhim at first. She had expected to see the same Harry Lawton who had goneaway. She did not expect to see a stout, middle-aged man, but a slimyouth. However, as they drew nearer each other, she knew; and curiously enoughit was that swing of the tightly furled umbrella which gave her theclue. She knew Harry because of that. It was a little boyish trick whichhad survived time. It was too late for her to draw back, for he had seenher, and Eudora was keenly alive to the indignity of abruptly turningand scuttling away with the tail of her black silk swishing, her Indiashawl trailing, and the baby-carriage bumping over the furrows. Shecontinued, and Harry Lawton continued, and they met. Harry Lawton had known Eudora at once. She looked the same to him aswhen she had been a girl, and he looked the same to her when he spoke. "Hullo, Eudora, " said Harry Lawton, in a ludicrously boyish fashion. Hisface flushed, too, like a boy. He extended his hand like a boy. The man, seen near at hand, was a boy. In reality he himself had not changed. Afew layers of flesh and a change of color-cells do not make another man. He had always been a simple, sincere, friendly soul, beloved of men andwomen alike, and he was that now. Eudora held out her hand, and her eyesfell before the eyes of the man, in an absurd fashion for such a statelycreature as she. But the man himself acted like a great happy overgrownschool-boy. "Hullo, Eudora, " he said again. "Hullo, " said she, falteringly. It was inconceivable that they should meet in such wise after the yearsof separation and longing which they had both undergone; but each tookrefuge, as it were, in a long-past youth, even childhood, from thefierce tension of age. When they were both children they had beenaccustomed to pass each other on the village street with exactly suchsalutation, and now both reverted to it. The tall, regal woman in herIndia shawl and the stout, middle-aged man had both stepped back totheir vantage-ground of springtime to meet. However, after a moment, Eudora reasserted herself. "I only heard ashort time ago that you were here, " she said, in her usual even voice. The fair oval of her face was as serene and proud toward the man as theface of the moon. The man swung his umbrella, then began prodding the ground with it. "Hullo, Eudora, " he said again; then he added: "How are you, anyway?Fine and well?" "I am very well, thank you, " said Eudora. "So you have come home toWellwood after all this time?" The man made an effort and recovered himself, although his handsome facewas burning. "Yes, " he remarked, with considerable ease and dignity, to which hehad a right, for Harry Lawton had not made a failure of his life, eventhough it had not included Eudora and a fulfilled dream. "Yes, " he continued, "I had some leisure; in fact, I have this springretired from business; and I thought I would have a look at the oldplace. Very little changed I am happy to find it. " "Yes, it is very little changed, " assented Eudora; "at least, it seemsso to me, but it is not for a life-long dweller in any place to judge ofchange. It is for the one who goes and returns after many years. " There was a faint hint of proud sadness in Eudora's voice as she spokethe last two words. "It has been many years, " said Lawton, gravely, "and I wonder if it hasseemed so to you. " Eudora held her head proudly. "Time passes swiftly, " said she, tritely. "But sometimes it may seem long in the passing, however swift, " saidLawton, "though I suppose it has not to you. You look just the same, " headded, regarding her admiringly. Eudora flushed a little. "I must be changed, " she murmured. "Not a bit. I would have known you anywhere. But I--" "I knew you the minute you spoke. " "Did you?" he asked, eagerly. "I was afraid I had grown so stout youwould not remember me at all. Queer how a man will grow stout. I am notsuch a big eater, either, and I have worked hard, and--well, I mighthave been worse off, but I must say I have seen men who seemed to mehappier, though I have made the best of things. I always did despise aflunk. But you! I heard you had adopted a baby, " he said, with a suddenglance at the blue and white bundle in the carriage, "and I thoughtyou were mighty sensible. When people grow old they want young peoplegrowing around them, staffs for old age, you know, and all that sort ofthing. Don't know but I should have adopted a boy myself if it hadn'tbeen for--" The man stopped, and his face was pink. Eudora turned her face slightlyaway. "By the way, " said the man, in a suddenly hushed voice, "I suppose thekid you've got there is asleep. Wouldn't do to wake him?" "I think I had better not, " replied Eudora, in a hesitating voice. Shebegan to walk along, and Harry Lawton fell into step beside her. "I suppose it isn't best to wake up babies; makes them cross, and theycry, " he said. "Say, Eudora, is he much trouble?" "Very little, " replied Eudora, still in that strange voice. "Doesn't keep you awake nights?" "Oh no. " "Because if he does, I really think you should have a nurse. I don'tthink you ought to lose sleep taking care of him. " "I do not. " "Well, I was mighty glad when I heard you had adopted him. I supposeyou made sure about his parentage, where he hailed from and what sort ofpeople?" "Oh yes. " Eudora was very pale. "That's right. Maybe some time you will tell me all about it. I amcoming over Thursday to have a look at the youngster. I have to go tothe city on business to-morrow and can't get back until Thursday. I wascoming over to-night to call on you, but I have a man coming to the innthis evening--he called me up on the telephone just now--one of the menwho have taken my place in the business; and as long as I have met youI will just walk along with you, and come Thursday. I suppose the babywon't be likely to wake up just yet, and when he does you'll have to gethis supper and put him to bed. Is that the way the rule goes?" Eudora nodded in a shamed, speechless sort of way. "All right. I'll come Thursday--but say, look here, Eudora. This is aquiet road, not a soul in sight, just like an outdoor room to ourselves. Why shouldn't I know now just as well as wait? Say, Eudora, you know howI used to feel about you. Well, it has lasted all these years. There hasnever been another woman I even cared to look at. You are alone, exceptfor that baby, and I am alone. Eudora--" The man hesitated. His flushed face had paled. Eudora paced silently andwaveringly at his side. "Eudora, " the man went on, "you know you always used to run away fromme--never gave me a chance to really ask; and I thought you didn't care. But somehow I have wondered--perhaps because you never got married--ifyou didn't quite mean it, if you didn't quite know your own mind. You'llthink I'm a conceited ass, but I'm not a bad sort, Eudora. I would beas good to you as I know how, and--we could bring him up together. " Hepointed to the carriage. "I have plenty of money. We could do anythingwe wanted to do for him, and we should not have to live alone. Say, Eudora, you may not think it's the thing for a man to own up to, but, hang it all! I'm alone, and I don't want to face the rest of my lifealone. Eudora, do you think you could make up your mind to marry me, after all?" They had reached the turn in the road. Just beyond rose the stately pileof the old Yates mansion. Eudora stood still and gave one desperate lookat her lover. "I will let you know Thursday, " she gasped. Then she wasgone, trundling the baby-carriage with incredible speed. "But, Eudora--" "I must go, " she called back, faintly. The man stood staring after thehurrying figure with its swishing black skirts and its flying points ofrich India shawl, and he smiled happily and tenderly. That eveningat the inn his caller, a young fellow just married and beaming withhappiness, saw an answering beam in the older man's face. He broke offin the midst of a sentence and stared at him. "Don't give me away until I tell you to, Ned, " he said, "but I don'tknow but I am going to follow your example. " "My example?" "Yes, going to get married. " The young man gasped. A look of surprise, of amusement, then of generoussympathy came over his face. He grasped Lawton's hand. "Who is she?" "Oh, a woman I wanted more than anything in the world when I was aboutyour age. " "Then she isn't young?" "She is better than young. " "Well, " agreed the young man, "being young and pretty is noteverything. " "Pretty!" said Harry Lawton, scornfully, "pretty! She is a greatbeauty. " "And not young?" "She is a great beauty, and better than young, because time has nottouched her beauty, and you can see for yourself that it lasts. " The young man laughed. "Oh, well, " he said, with a tender inflection, "Idare say that my Amy will look like that to me. " "If she doesn't you don't love her, " said Lawton. "But my Eudora ISthat. " "That is a queer-sounding Greek name. " "She is Greek, like her name. Such beauty never grows old. She stands onher pedestal, and time only looks at her to love her. " "I thought you were a business man as hard as nails, " said the youngman, wonderingly. Lawton laughed. When Thursday came, Lawton, carefully dressed and carrying a longtissue-paper package, evidently of roses, approached the Yates house. Itwas late in the afternoon. There had been a warm day, and the trees wereclouds of green and more bushes had blossomed. Eudora had put on agreen silk dress of her youth. The revolving fashions had made it verypassable, and the fabric was as beautiful as ever. When Lawton presented her with the roses she pinned one in the yellowedlace which draped her bodice and put the rest in a great china vase onthe table. The roses were very fragrant, and immediately the whole roomwas possessed by them. A tiny, insistent cry came from a corner, and Lawton and Eudora turnedtoward it. There stood the old wooden cradle in which Eudora had beenrocked to sleep, but over the clumsy hood Eudora had tacked a fall ofrich old lace and a great bow of soft pink satin. "He is waking up, " said the man, in a hushed, almost reverent voice. Eudora nodded. She went toward the cradle, and the man followed. Shelifted the curtain of lace, and there became visible little feeblywaving pink arms and hands, like tentacles of love, and a littlepuckered pink face which was at once ugly and divinely beautiful. "A fine boy, " said the man. The baby made a grimace at him which washideous but lovely. "I do believe he thinks he knows you, " said Eudora, foolishly. The baby made a little nestling motion, and its creasy eyelids dropped. "Looks to me as if he was going to sleep again, " said Lawton, in awhisper. Eudora jogged the cradle gently with her foot, and both werestill. Then Eudora dropped the lace veil over the cradle again and movedsoftly away. Lawton followed her. "I haven't my answer yet, Eudora, " he whispered, leaning over her shoulder as she moved. "Come into the other room, " she murmured, "or we shall wake the baby. "Her voice was softly excited. Eudora led the way into the parlor, upon whose walls hung some reallygood portraits and whose furnishings still merited the adjectivemagnificent. There had been opulence in the Yates family; and in thisroom, which had been conserved, there was still undimmed and unfadedevidence of it. Eudora drew aside a brocade curtain and sat down on anembroidered satin sofa. Lawton sat beside her. "This room looks every whit as grand as it used to look to me when I wasa boy, " he said. "It has hardly been opened, except to have it cleaned, since you wentaway, " replied Eudora, "and no wear has come upon it. " "And everything was rather splendid to begin with, and has lasted. Andso were you, Eudora, and you have lasted. Well, what about my answer, dear girl?" "You have to hear something first. " Lawton laughed. "A confession?" Eudora held her head proudly. "No, not exactly, " said she. "I am notsure that I have ever had anything to confess. " "You never were sure, you proud creature. " "I am not now. I never intended to deceive you, but you were deceived. Idid intend to deceive others, others who had no right to know. I do notfeel that I owe them any explanation. I do owe you one, although I donot feel that I have done anything wrong. Still, I cannot allow you toremain deceived. " "Well, what is it, dear?" Eudora looked at him. "You remember that afternoon when you met me withthe baby-carriage?" "Well, I should think so. My memory has not failed me in three days. " "You thought I had a baby in that carriage. " "Of course I did. " "There wasn't a baby in the carriage. " "Well, what on earth was it, then? A cat?" Eudora, if possible, looked prouder. "It was a package of soiled linenfrom the Lancaster girls. " "Oh, good heavens, Eudora!" "Yes, " said Eudora, proudly. "I lost nearly everything when thatrailroad failed. I had enough left to pay the taxes, and that was all. After I had used a small sum in the savings-bank there was nothing. Oneday I went over to the Lancasters', and I--well, I had not had much toeat for several days. I was a little faint, and--" "Eudora, you poor, darling girl!" "And the Lancaster girls found out, " continued Eudora, calmly. "Theygave me something to eat, and I suppose I ate as if I were famished. Iwas. " "Eudora!" "And they wanted to give me money, but I would not take it, and theyhad been trying to find a laundress for their finer linen--their oldserving-woman was ill. They could find one for the heavier things, butthey are very particular, and I was sure I could manage, and so I beggedthem to let me have the work, and they did, and overpaid me, I fear. AndI--I knew very well how many spying eyes were about, and I thought ofmy proud father and my proud mother and grandmother, and perhaps I wasproud, too. You know they talk about the Yates pride. It was not so muchbecause I was ashamed of doing honest work as because I did resent thoseprying eyes and tattling tongues, and so I said nothing, but I did goback and forth in broad daylight with the linen wrapped up in the oldblue and white blanket, in my old carriage, and they thought what theythought. " Eudora laughed faintly. She had a gentle humor. "It was somewhatlaughable, too, " she observed. "The Lancaster girls and I have had ourlittle jests over it, but I felt that I could not deceive you. " Lawton looked bewildered. "But that is a real baby in there, " he said, jerking an elbow toward the other room. "Oh yes, " replied Eudora. "I adopted him yesterday. I went to theChildren's Home in Elmfield. Amelia Lancaster went with me. Wilsondrove us over. I know a nurse there. She took care of mother in her lastillness. And I adopted this baby; at least, I am going to. He comes ofrespectable people, and his parents are dead. His mother died when hewas born. He is healthy, and I thought him a beautiful baby. " "Yes, he is, " assented Lawton, but he still looked somewhat perplexed. "But why did you hurry off so and get him, Eudora?" said he. "I thought from what you said that day that you would be disappointedwhen you found out I had only the Lancaster linen and not a real baby, "said Eudora with her calm, grand air and with no trace of a smile. "Then that means that you say yes, Eudora?" For the first time Eudora gave a startled glance at him. "Didn't youknow?" she gasped. "How should I? You had not said yes really, dear. " "Do you think, " said Eudora Yates, "that I am not too proud to allow youto ask me if my answer were not yes?" "So that is the reason you always ran away from me, years ago, so that Inever had a chance to ask you?" "Of course, " said Eudora. "No woman of my family ever allows adeclaration which she does not intend to accept. I was always taughtthat by my mother. " Then a small but insistent cry rent the air. "The baby is awake!" criedEudora, and ran, or, rather, paced swiftly--Eudora had been taught neverto run--and Lawton followed. It was he who finally quieted the child, holding the little thing in his arms. But the baby, before that, cried so long and lustily that all the womenin the Glynn house opposite were on the alert, and also some of thefriends who were calling there. Abby Simson was one. "Harry Lawton has been there over an hour now, " said Abby, while thewailing continued, "and I know as well as I want to that there will be awedding. " "I wonder he doesn't object to that adopted baby, " said JuliaEsterbrook. "I know one thing, " said Abby Simson. "It must be a boy baby, it hollersso. "