d, as he jumped from the buggy
and fastened the horse. "He won't keep me waiting while he abuses
doctors, so I shan't be quite so long this time." The speaker seized his
case and went up a garden path to the house, and Jewel, with a luxurious
sigh, set Anna Belle in the place he had vacated.

CHAPTER XX

BY THE BROOKSIDE

Scarcely had she seen the doctor admitted and the house door closed when
an approaching pedestrian caught her eye. She recognized him at
once, and a little more color stole into her round cheeks, while an
unconscious smile touched her lips.

The gentleman had observed the doctor enter the house, and glanced idly
as he passed, to see what child was waiting in the buggy. The half shy
look of recognition which he met surprised him. Somewhere he had seen
that rosy face. Going on his way and searching his memory he had left
the buggy behind, when in a flash it came to him how, one day, that same
shy, pleased smile had beamed wistfully upon him in a trolley car.

Instantly he turned back, and in a minute Jewel saw him standing beside
her. He lifted his hat and replaced it as he held out his hand.

"We've met before, haven't we?" he asked kindly.

Jewel shook hands with him, much pleased. "My mother and father have
gone to Europe," she said "and it seemed as if there wasn't a Scientist
in the whole world until I saw you."

"Another proof of what I always say--that we should all wear the pin. I
didn't know that Dr. Ballard had any Science relations."

"Oh, Dr. Ballard and I are not relations," explained Jewel seriously.
"I think he wants to marry my cousin Eloise; but he hasn't ever said so,
and I don't like to ask him. He's the kindest man. I just love him, and
he's letting me ride around with him while he makes calls."

"Why, that's very nice, I'm sure," returned Mr. Reeves, smiling broadly.
"Does he know that you're a Christian Scientist?"

"Oh, yes, indeed. I had a claim, and my grandpa called him to help me,
so then I told him, but he kept on reflecting love just the same."

Mr. Reeves scented an interesting experience, but he would not question
the child. "Nice fellow, Guy Ballard. He deserves a better fate than to
bow down to false gods all his days."

"Yes, indeed," returned Jewel heartily.

"But, as you say," continued Mr. Reeves, "he reflects love, and so we
shall hear of his being a successful physician."

"Yes, I want him to be always happy," said the child.

"Who is your gra