Of course this was the best way out! Jim sighed with relief at his wife"s suggestion, for neither he nor Ruth had the faintest idea that Jean would do anything but refuse even for a moment to consider the Prince or his offer. Ruth believed that she had always understood Jean better than any one of the four Ranch girls.
Without comment the girl heard of the young n.o.bleman"s proposal, and instead of declining, she asked to be allowed to consider it. In the meantime the Prince and his aunt were to remain at the Rainbow Ranch in order that Jean and the young man might learn to know each other better.
They were frequently together and very soon the state of affairs was no secret to any member of the family, or to their closest friends. And although a number of persons were puzzled, no one said a word to Jean.
Could it be possible that she was going to marry solely for position? No one believed that she could have come to care so deeply for the young Italian prince in so brief a time.
CHAPTER XX
A PARTY AT THE NEW HOUSE
THE society people in that part of Wyoming within the radius of the Rainbow Ranch were deeply interested and some of them a good deal excited over the fact that an American-Italian Princess and an Italian Prince were being entertained in their midst.
For some time previous to the coming of their guests Ruth and the girls had planned giving a large evening party. Originally the idea had been to make it a kind of house-warming as well as a formal announcement of Jack"s engagement. But as Jack begged not to be made specially conspicuous in regard to the invitations, they were finally issued by Mr. and Mrs. Colter asking that their friends do them the honor of meeting Miss Katherine Winthrop, the Princess Colonna and her nephew, the Prince Giovanni Colonna, on a certain September evening. According to the desires of the Ranch girls the entertainment was to be both a reception and dance, for the new home was large enough for both. For while the older guests were talking to one another in the music room and library, the big living room could be used for dancing.
It was about six o"clock on the afternoon before the ball when the four girls in dressing gowns of various shades slipped through the wide colonial hall and entered the big parlor. Frieda dropped into a chair set close against the wall and sighed deeply. Her yellow hair had been washed only a few hours before and was now in a big loose knot on top of her head, though it kept breaking forth into delicious curls about her white forehead and neck.
In answer to the sigh Jack sat down on the floor at her younger sister"s feet. "Isn"t everything all right, Baby? Isn"t the room as lovely as you expected?" she asked anxiously. For although Jack had always been unusually tender and devoted to Frieda, she was even more in these days, with the thought of leaving her so close at hand.
Again Frieda sighed, but this time she explained herself. "It is more than all right. It is more beautiful than I ever expected any place belonging to us could be. Not that I did not love the dear old Lodge, but this house is, well--different. Isn"t it dreadful that you are going away so soon, Jack, dearest, after all our work and planning? It will never seem just like home without you."
With a sudden movement Jean crossed the room, placing her fingers lightly upon Frieda"s lips.
"We have promised Jack not to say anything like that, Frieda dear," she protested, "at least not tonight. We must all have the happiest evening of our lives, one that none of us shall forget."
The younger girl glanced up at her cousin wistfully with a question on her lips, but instead of asking it she clapped her hands softly together.
"See that lovely light coming through our stained-gla.s.s window! Isn"t it like a rainbow! Oh, I hope it means good luck just as it always has in the past! And somehow it makes this room more beautiful. I did not dream anything could!"
Naturally Frieda was prejudiced and an enthusiast, and yet she had ample reason for her point of view. For a moment there was an unusual silence as the four girls looked around them. Consciously or unconsciously they realized that these next few weeks were to mark important changes in their lives. For after they had slipped by things could never be exactly the same. Jack would be married and that would represent the first important break, and after that--well, they were not little girls any longer, for even Frieda had lately shown unmistakable signs of being grown-up.
The walls of the long room were hung with western smilax and since the party was to be a typical American one, the girls had been wildly extravagant and used American Beauty roses for the decoration. Now the air was fragrant with their rich and penetrating perfume. The old colonial mantel was banked with them, and garlands of green swinging from one white column to another had big baskets filled with roses suspended between the posts. The room itself was fifty feet long and three-fourths as broad. All the woodwork and the walls were a warm gray.
The greater part of the furniture had of course been removed and a white tarpaulin covered the hardwood floor, but in the bay window there were palms and vases of roses and an old-fashioned colonial sofa, besides several chairs. Also there were occasional chairs along the walls for the older persons who might care to watch the dancing. The music was to be concealed in the hall behind a bank of evergreens just beneath the wide mahogany stairs.
"Well, if there is anything more that can be done to make this place more attractive, I am sure I don"t know what it is," Jean insisted at last. "And I am especially glad that we asked Mr. Parker to come tonight. Because of course he may have built more expensive houses than ours, yet I am quite sure he has never made one more attractive.
Besides, he is awfully nice. Gracious, girls, who is that knocking? Ruth thinks we are being nice and obedient and lying down until seven."
But Olive had walked over to the closed door and opened it half-way.
"Don"t be alarmed," she laughed back. "It is only the flowers Frank is sending us for tonight. Let"s open them now and see what choice he has made. Ruth told him about our dresses, so that he could not make any serious mistake."
Almost concealed by four great boxes reaching as high as her head, Olive came back to where Jack was sitting and placed them in a great pile before her.
"You give them to us, Jack dear, since they are from Frank," she urged.
The first was marked with Frieda"s name, but as she took the top off the box and lifted out a card her cheeks turned suddenly crimson.
"These are not from Frank after all," Frieda remarked with a pretense of unconcern, "Mr. Russell says that I was so kind about reading to him when his leg was broken that he asked Frank as a special favor to let him send me my bouquet for tonight." Her fingers fumbled nervously at the tissue paper and her eyes were downcast, since she did not specially care to have any one staring at her at this moment. She could imagine Jack"s puzzled and slightly worried expression and Jean"s and Olive"s teasing looks. For the absurd friendship that had developed between the solemn young Professor and Frieda was one of the ill-concealed jokes in the family.
"What do you suppose that a man who dabbles in Egyptology for an amus.e.m.e.nt would send as a bouquet to a baby?" Jean inquired mockingly.
"Possibly a lotus flower, for there are learned persons who declare that Cleopatra was a bewildering blond lady," and Jean pulled at Frieda"s yellow curls.
The next moment along with the other girls she gave a cry of admiration.
Who would ever have suspected the Professor of such exquisite taste? For in some way he had managed to make his bouquet suggest the girl to whom it was offered. For it was formed of hundreds of tiny forget-me-nots set close together and encircled with small white star-like flowers.
Jean"s roses were the deep pink color that she always loved and Olive"s were a wonderful golden yellow. But Jack hesitated a moment before opening her box, which was the largest of the four and curiously heavy.
Half guessing how she felt Olive laid her hand lovingly on her friend"s.
"Take your flowers up to your own room and look at them first by yourself if you would rather," she suggested. However, Jean and Frieda both raised a storm of protest.
And Jack laughed. "It isn"t that I am such a bashful person that I don"t want you to see even the flowers Frank has given me--I would not be so absurd," she confessed. "But I have an idea that perhaps Frank has put something more than flowers in my box. And I don"t think I shall ever, ever be able to wear them. Oh, children, what made me fall in love with an Englishman and one who may inherit a t.i.tle? Certainly I shall never be able to live up to it!" Doing her best to hide her nervousness Jack buried her hot cheeks in a great bunch of white jasmine flowers; but Frieda"s fingers were pointing inexorably to a white velvet jewel case which still remained in the flower box half buried in evergreens.
With a smile Jack picked it up, touching the spring. On the satin shone a miniature crown of diamonds and pearls and an exquisite necklace of the same jewels.
"Gracious," Frieda gasped, "I didn"t know Frank Kent was a millionaire!
Why he always has declared that he was a great deal poorer than lots of American fellows! I wonder if he has been deceiving you all this time, Jack, to keep you from marrying him for his money."
"Goose!" Jack laughed; but Frieda"s absurdity relieved the situation.
"Don"t you know that these jewels are heirlooms in the Kent family, that they always belong to the wife of the eldest son? I told Frank to wait until our wedding day; but he seemed to wish me to wear them tonight. I don"t believe I possibly can, they are too lovely--and somehow they don"t seem to suit me."
Olive placed the tiara on Jack"s gold-brown head. The girl"s gray eyes were shining softly, her head was tilted back the least bit and a rich color flooded her cheeks and lips.
"I don"t think Frank need be exactly ashamed of you, Lady Kent," Jean murmured with teasing affectation. And then: "You funny Jack! Is there any other girl in America who would not care more than you do for Frank"s splendid position and all the rest of it? Not for a single instant do I believe that you gave it a thought! Dear me, I wish your own sweet cousin were so high-minded!"
"Girls," said a reproachful voice suddenly, "is this the way you keep your sacred promise to me to rest until dinner time? Go back to your rooms instantly," Ruth Colter scolded. Yet she was hardly an impressive figure with her hair rolled up in a tight knot and a light shawl thrown over her kimono. "I heard such a terrible chattering in here that I was afraid a collection of magpies had gotten in an open window and thought they had come upon an enchanted garden." Here Ruth ceased talking suddenly, having caught sight of the beautiful ornament on Jack"s hair.
"Gracious, dear, what a wonderful possession! Do let me see it more closely," she asked. "But take it off first and then come here and kiss me. A diamond tiara is hardly appropriate with a dressing gown and I can"t bear to see you looking so regal and so far away from the rest of us."
And with a break in her voice, Ruth put her arm around Jack and then led the small procession forth from the room.
CHAPTER XXI
MAIDS AND MEN
"I WOULD give a great deal to have my people see you tonight, Jack,"
Frank Kent whispered several hours later.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "YOU WOULD HAVE MARRIED ME ANYHOW"]
True to her promise Jacqueline had dressed before the others and come down for a few moments alone with Frank. And it was small wonder that the young man was proud of her. She had on a pure white tulle dress made over silk and no ornament except the string of pearls and diamonds about her throat. For she had persuaded Frank to let her wait until after their marriage before wearing the more conspicuous jewels. Somehow she felt that the tiara would look out of taste and inappropriate among her old friends and neighbors. The bouquet of jasmine flowers with their darkly shining green leaves were resting in her lap.