pected
to feel her arms thrown around his neck. Instead, she turned suddenly, and
running to her father, jumped into his lap.

"Father, father," she said, "don't you want us to go with you?"

Harry cleared his throat. The little scene had moistened his eyes as well.
"Am I of any consequence?" he asked, with an effort at jocoseness.

Jewel clasped him close. "Oh, father," earnestly, "you know you are; and
the only reason I said you wouldn't look so nice on Essex Maid is that
grandpa has beautiful riding clothes, and when he rides off he looks like a
king in a procession. You couldn't look like a king in a procession in the
clothes you wear to the store, could you, father?"

"Impossible, dearie."

"But I want you to ride her if you'd like to, and I want mother and me to
go to Chicago with you if you're going to feel sorry."

"You really do, eh?"

Jewel hesitated, then turned her head and held out her hand to Mr.
Evringham, who took it. "If grandpa won't feel sorry," she answered. "Oh, I
don't know what I want. I wish I didn't love to be with so many people!"

Her little face, drawn with its problem, precipitated the broker's plans
and made him reckless. He said to his son now, that which, in his
carefully prepared programme, he had intended to say about three months
hence, provided a nearer acquaintance with his daughter Julia did not prove
disappointing.

"I suppose you are not devotedly attached to Chicago, Harry?"

The young man looked up, surprised. "Not exactly. So far she has treated me
like a cross between a yellow dog and a step-child; but I shall be devoted
enough if I ever succeed there."

"Don't succeed there," returned the broker curtly. "Succeed here."

Harry shook his head. "Oh, New York's beyond me. I have a foothold in
Chicago."

"Yes," returned the broker, who had the born and bred New Yorker's contempt
for the Windy City. "Yes, I know you've got your foot in it, but take it
out."

"Great Scott! You'd have me become a rolling stone again?"

"No. I'll guarantee you a place where, if you don't gather moss, you'll
even write your_self_ down as long-eared."

Harry's eyes brightened, and he straightened up, moving Jewel to one side,
the better to see his father. "Do you mean it?" he asked eagerly.

The broker nodded. "Take your time to settle matters in Chicago," he said.
"If you show up here in September it will be early enough."

The young man turned his eyes toward his wife and she met