Eve to the Rescue.
by Ethel Hueston.
CHAPTER I
IN DEFIANCE OF DUTY
"To-morrow being Sat.u.r.day afternoon," began Eveley, deftly slipping a dish of sweet pickles beyond the reach of the covetous fat fingers of little niece Nathalie,--"to-morrow being Sat.u.r.day afternoon--"
"Doesn"t to-morrow start at sunrise as usual?" queried her brother-in-law curiously.
"As every laborer knows," said Eveley firmly, "Sat.u.r.day begins with the afternoon off. And I am a laborer. Therefore, to-morrow being Sat.u.r.day-afternoon-off, and since I have trespa.s.sed on your hospitality for a period of two months, it behooves me to find me a home and settle down."
"Oh, Eveley," protested her sister in a soft troubled voice, "don"t be disagreeable. You talk as if we were strangers. Aren"t we the only folks you have? And aren"t you my own and only baby sister? If you can"t live with us, where can you live?"
"As it says in the Bible," explained Eveley, truthfully if unscripturally, "no two families are small enough for one house."
"But who calls you a family?" interrupted the brother-in-law.
"I do. And nice and sweet as you all are, and adorable as I am well aware am I, all of you and all of me can not be confined to one house."
"But we have counted on it," persisted Winifred earnestly. "We have looked forward to it. We have always said that you would come to us when Aunt Eloise died,--and she did--and you must. We--we expect it."
""England expects every man to do his duty,"" quoted Burton in a sepulchral voice.
Then Eveley rose in her place, tall and formidable. "That is it,--duty.
Then let me announce right now, once and for all, Burton Raines and Winifred, eternally and everlastingly, I do not believe in duty. No one shall do his duty by me. I publicly protest against it. I won"t have it.
I have had my sneaking suspicions of duty for a long time, and lately I have been utterly convinced of the folly and the sin of it. Whenever any one has anything hateful or disagreeable to do, he draws a long voice and says it is his duty. It seems that every mean thing in the world is somebody"s duty. Duty has been the curse of civilization for lo, these many years!" Then she sat down. "Please pa.s.s the jam."
"Oh, all right, all right," said Burton amiably, "have it your own way, by all means. Henceforth and forever after, we positively decline to do our duty by you. But what is our duty to you? Answer me that, and then I guarantee not to do it."
"It is our duty to keep Eveley right here with us and take care of her,"
said Winifred, with as much firmness as her soft voice could master. "She is ours, and we are hers, and it is our duty to stand between her and a hard world."
"You can"t. In the first place I am awfully stuck on the world, and want to get real chummy with it. Any one who tries to stand between it and me, shall be fired out bodily, head first."
"Oh, Eveley," came a sudden wail from Winifred, "you can"t go off and live by yourself. What will people think? They will say we could not get along together."
"That is it,--just that and nothing more. It isn"t duty that bothers you--it is What-will-people-think? An exploded theory, nothing more."
Then she smiled at her sister winsomely. "You positively are the sweetest thing, Winnie. And your Burton I absolutely love. And your babies are the most irresistible angels that ever came to bless and--enliven--a sordid world. But you are a family by yourselves. You are used to doing what you want, and when you want, and how you want. I would be an awful nuisance.
When Burton would incline to a quiet evening, I should have a party. When you and he would like to slip off to a movie, you would have to be polite and invite me. n.o.body could be crazier about nieces and nephews than I am, but sometimes if I were tired from my work their chatter might make me peevish. And you would punish them when I thought you shouldn"t, and wouldn"t do it when I thought you should, and think of the arguments there would be. And so we all agree, don"t we, that it would be more fun for me to move off by myself and then come to see you and be company,--rather than stick around under your feet until you grow deadly tired of me?"
"I do not agree," said Winifred.
"I do," said Burton.
"Then we are a majority, and it is all settled."
"But where in the world will you live, dear? You could not stand a boarding-house."
"I could if I had to, but I don"t have to. I have been favored with an inspiration. I can"t imagine how it ever happened, but perhaps it was a special dispensation to save you from me. I am going to live in my own house on Thorn Street. Of course it will be lonely there at first, since Aunt Eloise is gone--but just listen to this. I shall rent the down-stairs part to a small family and I shall live up-stairs. Part of the furniture I am going to sell, use what I want to furnish my dove cote in the clouds, and the rest that is too nice to sell but can"t be used I shall store in the east bedroom, which I won"t use. That will leave me three rooms and a bath--bedroom, sitting-room and dining-room. I can fix up a corner of the dining-room into a kitchen with my electric percolator and grills and things. Isn"t it a glorious idea? And aren"t you surprised that I thought of anything so clever by myself?"
"Not half bad," said Burton approvingly,--for Burton had long since learned that the pleasantest way of keeping friends with in-laws is by perpetual approval.
"But you can never find a small family to take the down-stairs part of the house," came pessimistically from Winifred.
"Oh, but I have found it, and they are in the house already. A bride and groom. The cunningest things! She calls him Dody, and they hold hands.
And I sold part of the furniture yesterday, and had the rest moved up-stairs. But there is one thing more."
"I thought so," said Burton grimly. "I remember the Sat.u.r.day-afternoon-off.
I thought perhaps you had me in mind for your furniture-heaver. But since that is done it is evident you have something far more deadly in store for me. Let me know the worst, quickly."
"Well, you know, dearie," said Eveley in most seductively sweet tones, "you know how the house is built. There is only one stairway, and it rises directly from the west room down-stairs. Unfortunately, my bride and groom wish to use that room for a bedroom. Now you can readily perceive that a young and unattached female could not in conscience--not even in my conscience--utilize a stairway emanating from the boudoir of a bridal party. And there you are!"
"I am no carpenter," Burton shouted quickly, when Eveley"s voice drifted away into an apologetic murmur. "Get that idea out of your head right away. I don"t know a nail from a hammer."
"No, Burtie, of course you don"t," she said soothingly. "But this will be very simple. I thought of a rambling, rustic stairway outside the house, in the back yard. You know the sun parlor was an afterthought, only one story high with a flat roof. So the rustic stairway could go up to the roof of the sun parlor, and I could make that up into a sort of roof garden. Wouldn"t it be picturesque and pretty?"
"But there is no door from your room to the roof of the sun parlor,"
objected Burton.
"No, but the window is very wide. I will just cover it with portieres and things, and I am quite active so I can get in and out very nicely.
And when I get around to it, and have the money, I may have a French window put in."
"But, Eveley, I can"t build a stairway. I don"t know how to build anything. I couldn"t build a box."
"But you do not have to do this alone, Burtie. Just the foundation, that is all I expect of you. You will have lots of a.s.sistance. Not experienced help perhaps, but enthusiastic, and "love goes in with every nail,"--that sort of thing. I have sent invitations to all of my friends of the masculine persuasion, and we have started a compet.i.tion. Each admirer is to build two steps according to his own design and plan, and the one who builds most artistically is to receive, not my hand and heart, but a lovely dinner cooked on my grill in my private dining-room. I have the list here. I figured that twelve steps will be enough. Nolan Inglish, two. Lieutenant Ames, two. Captain Hardin, two. Jimmy Weaver, two. d.i.c.k Fairwether, two. Arnold Bender, two. Arnold is Kitty"s beau, but she guaranteed two steps for him. Won"t it be lovely?"
"To-morrow being Sat.u.r.day afternoon," said Burton bitterly.
"I ordered the rustic lumber last night, and it was delivered to-day."
"And you consider it my duty as the luckless husband of your long-suffering sister, to lay the foundation for the wabbly, rattly ramshackle stairs your pet a.s.sortment of moonstruck admirers will build for you?"
"Not your duty, Burtie, certainly not your duty. But your pleasure and your great joy. For without the stairway, I can not live there. And if I do not live there, I must live here. And remember. When you want vaudeville, I will incline to grand opera. When you would enjoy a movie, I shall have a musicale here at home. When you are in the midst of a novel, I shall insist on a three-handed game of bridge. When you are ready to shave, I shall need the hot water. When your appet.i.te calls for corned beef and cabbage, my soul shall require lettuce sandwiches and iced tea. Not your duty, dear, by any means. I do not believe in duty."
"Quite right, sweet sister," he said pleasantly. "It shall afford me infinite pleasure, I a.s.sure you. And to-morrow being Sat.u.r.day afternoon, you shall have your stairway."
CHAPTER II
THE COTE IN THE CLOUDS
As Eveley had prophesied, what her carpenters lacked in experience and skill was more than compensated by their ambition and their eagerness to please. On Sat.u.r.day afternoon her back yard was a veritable bee-hive of industry. The foundation was in readiness for the handiwork of love, for Burton Raines, feeling that he could not concentrate on business in such sentimental environs, explained patiently that he was only an ordinary married man and that love rhapsodies to the tune of temperamental hammering upset him. So he had taken the morning off from his own business, to lay the foundation for the rustic stairway.