orocco foot as
she spoke.

"Why, I'd know that one thought of God couldn't be afraid of another,"
she replied in the conclusive tone to which Eloise could never grow
accustomed.

"Oh, Jewel, child," the girl said impatiently, "we'd be sorry to think
most of the people we know are thoughts of God."

"That's because you get the error man mixed up with the real one. Mother
explains that to me when we ride in cable cars and places where we see
error people with sorry faces. There's a real man, a real thought of
God, behind every one of them; and when you remember to think right
about people every minute, you are doing them good. Did you say you're
afraid of somebody?"

"Yes, and that somebody is a man whom I must talk to."

"Then begin right away to know every minute that the real man isn't
anybody to be afraid of, for God made him, and God has only loving
thoughts; and of course you must be loving all the time. It'll be just
as _easy_ by the time you come to it, cousin Eloise!"

The girl often asked herself in these days why she should begin to
feel unreasonably hopeful and lighter hearted. Her mother no longer
complained of her moods. Mrs. Evringham laid the becoming change in her
daughter's expression to the girl's happiness in discovering that she
did reciprocate Dr. Ballard's evident sentiments.

"Eloise is so high minded," thought the mother complacently. "She
would never be satisfied to marry for convenience, like so many;" and
considering herself passingly astute, she let well enough alone, ceased
to bring the physician's name into every conversation, and bided her
time.

One morning Mr. Evringham, coming out of the house to go to town, met
Eloise on the piazza.

"You are down early," he said as he greeted her, and was passing on to
the carriage.

"Just one minute, grandfather!" she exclaimed, and how her heart beat.
He turned his erect form in some surprise, and his cold eyes met the
girlish ones.

"She's a stunning creature," he thought, as the sunlight bathed her
young beauty; but his face was impenetrable, and Eloise nerved herself.

"Were you thinking of going golfing this afternoon?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I thought you said something about it at dinner last evening. Would you
let me go with you?"

Mr. Evringham, much astonished, raised his eyebrows and took off the hat
which he had replaced.

"Such a request from youth and beauty is a command," he returned with a
slight bow.

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