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CHAPTER XV
To employ the figure of Burrill,
Tembarom 'was indeed "as pleased as
Punch." He was one of the large
number. of men_ who, apart from all
sentimental relations, are snore par-
ticularly happy by the kindly society
of women; who expand with quite un-
conscious rejoicing when a woman
begins to take care of them in. one
way or another. The unconsciousness
in a touching part of the condition:
The feminine nearness supplies a
primeval human need. The most
complete of men; as well 'as the weak-
lings, feel it. It is a survival of
days when warm arms held and pro-
tected, warm hands served, and af-
fectionate voices soothed. An ac-
complished male servant may perform
every domestic service perfectly, bu
the fact than he cannot be a woman
leaves a sense of lack. An accus-
tomed feminine warmth in the sur-
rounding daily atmosphere has caus-
ed many a man to marry his house-
keeper or even his cook, as circum-
stances prompted.
Tembarom had known no woman
well until he had met Little Ann,
His feeling for Mrs. Rowse herself
had verged on affection, because he
would have been fond of any woman
of ,decent temper and kindliness,
especially if she gave him opportun-
ities to -do friendly service. Little
Ann had seemed the apotheosis of
the feminine, the warmly helpful, the
subtly supporting, the kind. She
had been to him an amazement and
a revelation. She had corftinually
surprised him by revealing new char-
acteristics which 'seemed to him nicer
things than he had ever known be-
fore, but which, if he had been aware
of it, were not really surprising at
all. They were only the character-
istics of a very nice young feminine
creature.
The presence eance oP Miss Alicia, with
the lou -
belated fashion her of c r ring-
lets and her little cap, was delightful
to him. He felt as though he would
like to take her in his arms and hug
her. He thought perhaps it was
partly because she was a little like
Ann, and kept repeating his name in
Ann's formal little way. Her deli-
cate terror of presuming or. intruding
he felt in its every shade. Mentally
she touched him enormously. He
wanted to make her feel that she
need not be afraid of him in the least,
that he liked her, that in his opinion
she had -more right in the house
than he had. He was a little fright -
ed lest though 'ignorance he should
say things the wrong way, as he had
said that thing about wanting to
know what she expected him to do.
What he ought to have said was,
"You're not expecting me to let that
sort of thing go on." It- had made
him sick when he saw what a break
he'd made and that she thought he
1--i ti ;i '4 wt -::ren he sawb what a break
was sort of insulting her. The
room seemed all right now that she
was in it. Small and unassuming
as she was, she seemed to make it
less over -sized. He didn't so much
mind the loftiness of the ceiling, the
depth and' size of the windows, and
the walls covered with thousands of
books he knew nothing whatever
about. The innumerable books had
been an oppressing feature. If he
had been one of those "college guys"
who never could get enough of books
what a "cinch" the place would have
been for him—good as the Astor
Library! .He hadn't a word to say
against books,—good Lord! no, -abut
even if he'd had the education and
the,itime to read, he didn't believe he
was naturally that kind, anyhow.
You had to be "that kind" to know
about books. He didn't suppose she
—meaning Miss Alicia—was learned
enough to make you throw a fit. She
didn't look that way. and he was
mighty glad of it, because perhaps
she wduldn't like him much if she
was. It would worry her when she
tried to talk to him and found out he
didn't know a darned thing he ought
to.
They'd get on together easier if
they could just chin about common
sort of every -day things. But though
she didn't look like thS Vassar sort,
he guessed that she wage not like him-
self: she had liver) in libraries before,
and hooks didn't frighten her. She'd
been born among people who read lots
of them and maybe could talk about
them. That was why she somehow
seemed to el. into the room. He was
aware that, timid as she was and
habby as her neat dress looked, she
fitted into the whole place, as he did
not. She'd been a poor relative and
had been afraid to death of old
Temple Barholm, but she'd not been
afraid ,, him because she wasn't his
sort. She was a lady; that was what
was the matter with her. It was
what made things harder for her,
too. It was what made her voice
tremble when she'd tried to seem
so contented sod polite when she'd
talked about going into one of those
'decayed almshouses." As if the old
adies were vegetables that had gone
wrong, by gee! he thought.
He liked her little, modest, delicate
old face and her curls and her little
cap with the ribbons so much that he
smiled with a ,twinkling eye every
time he looked at her. He wanted to
suggest something he thought would
be highty comfortable, but he was
half afraid he might be asking her to
do something which wasn't "her job,"
and it might. hurt her feelings.• But
he ventured to hint at it.
"Has Burrill got to come back and
pour that out?" he asked, with an
awkward gesture toward the tea -
a jllis
no, u et
` »1,.yygpn?t' he 'eselailned knight.,
ally, "That would he ;One, I shall
,feel like a teefltiat; Cidrenco:"
!She Wan going to bit et the table
iii ; a strgight•ibaeked -chair; but he
sprart'g at her.
"Th is llig'one is more •coinfertable,"
he said, and he draggged it forward
and made her sit' in it. , "You ought
to have .a footstool," he added, and
he got one and put 'it under her feet.
"There, -that's all right "
A footstool, as though she were a
royal personage and he were a gentle-
man in waiting, only probably gen
tlemen hi waiting did not jump aboat
and look so pleased.. The cheerful
content of his boyish face when he
himself sat down near the table was
delightful.
"Now," he said, "we oan ring up
for the first act."
She filled the tea-pot and held it
for momentt and then set it down
as though her feelings were too much
for her.
"I feel as if I were in a dream,"
she quavered happily. "I do in-
deed."
"But it's a nice one, ain't it?" he
answered. "1 feel as if I was in
two. 'Sitting, here in this big room
with all these fine ''things about me,
and having afternoon tea with * re-
lation! It just about suits me. It
didn't feel like this yesterday, you
bet your life!"'
t "Does it seem—nicer than yester-
day?" she ventured. "Really, Mr.
Temple Barholm?"
"Nicer!" .he ejaculated. "It's got
yesterday beaten to a frazzle."'
It was beyond all belief. He was
•
speaking as though the advantage, the
relief, the happiness, were all on his
side. She longed to enlighten him.
"But you can't realize what it is to
me," she said gratefully, "to sit here,
not terrified and homeless and—a
beggar any more, with your kind face
before me. Do forgive me for saying
it. You have such a kind young face
Mr, Temple Barholtn. And to have
an easy -chair and cushions, and ac-
tually a buffet brought for my feet!"
She suddenly recollected herself. "Oho
I mustn't let your tea get cold," she
added, taking up the tea-pot apologet-
ically. "Do you take cream and su-
gar, and is it to be one lump or
two?"
"I take everything in sight," he
replied joyously, "and two 'lumps,
please."
She prepared the cup of tea with
as delicate a care as though it had
been a sacramental chalice, and when
she handed it to him she smiled wist-
fully.
No one but you ever thought of
such a thing as bringing a buffet for
my feet—no one except poor little
Jet,," she said, and her voice was
wistful as well as her smile.
She was obviously unaware that
she was introducing an entirely new
acquaintance to him. Poor little
Jem was supposed to be some one
whose whole history he knew.
"Jem?" he repeated, carefull
transferring a piece of hot buttere,
crumpet to his plate.
"Jew Temple Barholm," she ans-
wered. "I say little Jew because I
remember him only as a child. I
never saw him after he was eleven
years old."
"Who was he?" he asked. The
tone of her voice and her manner of
speaking made him feel that he want-
ed to hear something more.
She looked rather startled by his
ignorance, "Have you—have you
never heard of hint?" she inquired.
"No. Is he another distant rela-
tion?"
Her hesitation caused him to neg-
lect his crumpet, to look up at her.
He saw at once that she wore the
air of a sensitive and beautifully
mannered elderly Iady-who was afraid
she had made a mistake and said
something awkward.
"I am so sorry," she apologized.
"Perhaps I ought not to have men-
tioned him."
"Why shouldn't he be mentioned?"
:She was embarrassed. She evi-
dently wished she had not spoken,
but breeding demanded that she
should ignore awkwardness e th e a kwarriness of the
situation, if awkwardness existed,
"Of coarse --I hope your tea Jr
quite as you like it --of course there
is no real reason. But—shall I give
you some more cream? No? You
see, if he hadn't died, he—he would
have inherited Temple Barholm."
Now he was interested. This was
the other chap.
"Instead of me?" he asked, to
make sure. She endeavored not to
show embarrassment and told herself
it didn't really matter—to a thor-
oughly nice person. But—
"Iic was the next of kin—before
you. I'm so sorry I didn't know you
hadn't heard of him. It seemed na-
tural that Mr. Palforrl should have
mentioned him."
"He did say that there was a young
fellow 'who had died,, but he didn't
tell me about hint. I guess I didn't
ask. There were such a lot of other
things. I'd like to hear about him.
You say you knew him?•"
"Only when he was a little fellow.
Never after he grew up. Something
happened which displeased my fa-
ther, I'm afraid papa was very eas-
ily displeased. Mr. Temple Barholm
disliked him, too. He would not have
him at Temple Barholm,"
"He hadn't much luck with .his
folks, had he?" remarked Tern -har-
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"He had no luck with any one. I
seemed to be the only person who
was fond of him, and off course I
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' made me cry. lie said , I P•woul
a, derstand and care, about the thing
;which seemed to have cn ed e>fery-
thing and made hinya new_man, He
db , was so sorry that he had not been
mbistter and more careful, He was go-
ing to try all . over again, He was
not going to play at all after this
one -evening when he was obliged to
keep an engagement he had made
months before to give his revenge to
a man he had won a great deal 'of
money from. The very -night the aw-
e fui thing happened he had told Lady
, Joan, before he went' into the card -
room, that this• was to be his last
e game."
• Tembarom had looked deeply inter-
ested from the first, but at her last
words a new alertness added itself.
t "Did you .pay Lady Joan?" he ask-
ed, "Who was Lady Joan?"
"She was the girl he yeas so much
in love with. Her name was Lady
Joan Fayre."
Was she the daughter of the
Countess of Mallowe?"
"Yes, Have you heard of her?"
He recalled Ann's reflective con-
sideration of him before she had said,
"She'll come after you." He replied
now: "Some .one spoke of her to
me this morning. They say she's a
beauty and as proud as Lucifer."
"She was, and she is yet, I 'believe.
Poor Lady Joan—as well as poor
Jeno!"
She didn't believe it, did she?" he
put in hastily, "She didn't throw
him down?"
No one knew what happened be-
tween them afterward. She was in
the card -room, looking on, when the
awful thing took place."
She stopped, as though to go on
was almost unbearable. She had
been so overwhelmed by the past
shame of it that even after the pass-
ing of years the anguish was a living
thing. Her small hands clung hard
together as they rested on the edges
of the table. Tembarom waited in
thrilled suspense, She spoke in a
whisper again:
He won a great deal of money—
a great deal. He had that uncanny
luck again, and of course people in
the other rooms heard what was go-
inf on, and a number drifted in to
look on. The man he had promised
to give his revenge to almost showed
si grs of having to
make an effort
to conceal his irritation and disap-
pointment. Of course, as he was a
gentleman, he was as cool as pos-
sible; but just at the most exciting
r. nn,ent, the height of the game, ,Tem
made a quick movement, and—and
something fell out of his sleeve."
"Something," gasped Tembarom,
"fell out of his sleeve!"
Miss Alicia's eyes ave*,flowed as
she nodded her beribboned little cap.
"It"—her voice was a sob of woe—
"it was a marked card. The man
he was playing against snatched it
aro,. held it up. And he laughed out
lout.."
"Holy eats!" burst form Tembar-
om; but the remarkable exclamation
was one of genuine horror, and he
turned pale, got up from his seat,
arid took two or three strides across
the room, as though he could not sit
still.
"Yes, he laughed -.quite loudly,"
repeated Miss Alicia, "as if he had
guessed it all the time. Papa heard
the whole story front some one who
was present."
Tembarom came back to her rather
breathless.
"What in thunder did he do--
Jem?" he asked.
She actually wrung her pour little
hands.
"What could he do? There was a
d,•a,i silence People moved just a
little nearer to the table and .stood
and stared, merely waiting. They
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didn't count" .w9•:'f
"I bet you courted with him," said
Tembarom. •
I I do .think -I did. Both his parent
died quite soon-, after he was born
and people who ought to have cared
for him were rather jealous becaus
he stood HO near to 'Temple Barholm
If Mr. Temple Barbs lm had not been
so eccentric and bitter, everything
would have been -done for him; bu
as it was, he seemed to .belong to
no one, When he cane to the vicar-
' age it used to make rue se happy' -He
used to call me Aunt Alicia, and he
had such pretty ways " She hesitat-
ed and looked quite tenderly at the
tea-pot, a sort of shyness in her
face. 'I am sure," she burst forth
"1 •feel quite sure. that you will un-
derstand and won't think it indeli-
cate; but I had thought so often' that
I should like -to have a little boy—
if I had married," stn• added in hasty
tribute to propriety.
Tembarom's, eyes rested on her in
a thoughtfulness openly touched with
'affection. He put out his hand and
patted hers two or three times in
encouraging sympathy.
"Say," he said frankly, "I just be-
lieve every woman that's the real
thing'd like to have a little boy—or
a little girl—or a little something
or other. That's why pet cats and
dogs have such a cin; h of it. And
there's men that's the same way. It's
soft of nature."
"IIe had such a i.iwh spirit and
such pretty ways," -1 ' said again.
"One of his pretty ways was re-
membering to do littl,• things to make
one comfortable, like thinking of giv-
ing one- a cushion or a buffet for
one's feet. I noticed it so much be-
cause I had never so' -n boys or men
wait upon women. My own dear
papa was used to having women wait
upon him --bring hi• slippers, you
know, and give him 'he best chair.
He didn't like inn's :ways. lie said
he liked a
boywhow: -
r
and riot
a n affected boy
e ted
ntncomp •'p. Ile wasn't
really quite just." ih-• paused re-
gretfully and sighed she looked
back into a past doub:.es.sly enriched
with many similar re -w r:es of "dear
papa." "Poor Jem! I' . .r Jim!" she
breathed softly.
Tembarom though '.nal she must
have felt the boy's ' very much,
almost as much as • .`'sigh she had
really been his moth, ' ; perhaps more
pathetically because - had not been
his mother or anybo-d."- mother. He
could see what a g.• d little mother
she would have med.:, looking after
her children and doing everything on
cart h to milk, thea happy and com-
fortable, jut'. the I. ad of mother Arm
would malq•, hiteieth she hail not
-Ann's steady wen,l,. r of a little head
or her shrewd f::;•sightedno<<. Jam
would have been M- if he had
been her son. I; was a darned pity
he hadn't been. If he had, perhaps
he would u:,t ire., e died young.
"Yes," he :otiww••'ed sympathetical-
ly, "it's hard fon• a young fellow to
die. How old ee-• he, anyhow? i
don't know."
"Not much ..:der than you :m El.
now. It was sena years ago. Anil
if he had only died, poor dear! There
are thing so mind: 'curse than death."
"Worse!"
"Awful disgr:e,' is worse," she
faltered. She w.,-. plainly trying to
keep moisture ee : of her eyes.
"Did he get i»:-- some bad prix -up,
poor fellow?" If ' ,arc had been any-
thing like that, : • wonde_ it broke
her up to think hint.
It st;rely did le • ak her tip. She
flushed emotions:::,..
"The cruel t',.ng was that he
didn't really dw " gat he was accus-
ed of," she said.
"He didn't?"
"No; but lie w:t. a ruined man, and
he wenn away so the Klondike be-
calse he could r, •• stay in England.
And he was kin,..! -killed, poor boy!
And afterward is :-as found out that
he was innocent • 'oro late."
"Gee!" T,•mb:rr -in gasped, feeling
hot and cold. •'r"old you beat that
for rotten hick! What was he accus-
ed of?"
Miss Aliri>, ::.:sed forward and
spoke in a whist,,.,. It was too dread-
ful to speak of :,'oud.
"Cheating al r :ids—a gentleman
playing a gent: .wan. You knew
what that mr:u,. "
"Tembarom gn ., hotter and cold-
er. No wonder she looked that way,
Poor little thine'
"But,"— hr lie -listed before he
spoke,—"but he wasn't that kind, was
he? Of course h'. wasn't,"
"No, no. Rot, you see,"—she heli-
tated herself here. -"everything look-
ed so much •u•:,: -,et him. He had
been rather will" She dropped her
voice even lower in making the sd.
mission.
Tembarom wondered how much
she meant by
"He was so much in debt. He
knew he was to he rich in the future,
and he was poor just in those reck-
less young clays when it seemed un-
fair. And he had played a great
deal ate! had bier very lucky. He
was so lucky that sometimes his"
luck seemed uncanny. Men who had
played with him were horrible about
it afterward."
"They would he," put in Temar-
nh
m. "They'd be sore about it, and
bring it up." •
They both forgot their tea. Miss
Alicia forgot everything as she pour-
ed forth her story in the manner of
a woman who had been forced to
keep silent and was glad to put her
case into words. it was her ease. To
tell the truth of this forgotten wrong
was again to offer justification of
poor handsome Jem whom everybody
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