“Hurray!” cried Harry, his face radiant.  “Julia, why, you won’t know yourself strolling on the sands with a parasol while your poor delicate husband is toiling and moiling away in the dingy city.  Good for you, father!  You lift that pretty nose of hers up from the grindstone where she’s held it so many years that she doesn’t know anything different.  Hurray, Julia!” In his enthusiasm the speaker rose and leaned over the chair of his astonished wife.  “You wake up in the morning and read a novel instead of your appointment book for a while,” he went on.  “The Chicago women’s summer clothes are all made by this time, anyway.  Play lady for once and come back to me the color of mahogany.  Go ahead!”

“Why, Harry, how can I?  What would you do?”

“I’m hanged if I don’t show you what I’d do, and do it well, too,” he returned.

“But I ought to go home first,” faltered the bewildered woman.

“Not a bit of it.  I’ll tackle the firm and the apartment, all right; and to be plain, we can’t afford the needless car fare.”

“But, father,” Julia appealed to him, “is it right to make Harry get on still longer without Jewel?”

“Perfectly right.  Entirely so,” rejoined the broker decidedly.

“Of course he doesn’t realize how we feel about Jewel,” thought Julia.

Here a large brown horse and brougham came around the driveway into sight.  Zeke’s eyes turned curiously toward the guests, but he sat stiffly immovable.

The broker rose.  “I must go now or I shall miss my train.  Think it over.  There’s only one way to think about it.  It is quite evidently the thing to do.  The break has been made, and now is the time for Julia to take her vacation before going into harness again.  Moreover, perhaps Harry will get his raise and she won’t have to go into harness.  Good-morning.  I shall try to come out early.  I hope you will make yourselves comfortable.”

Mrs. Evringham looked at Zeke.  He was the glass of fashion and the mould of form, but there was no indication in his smooth-shaven, wooden countenance of the comrade to whom Jewel had referred in her fragmentary letters.

“Well, Harry!” she exclaimed breathlessly, as the carriage rolled away.  Her expression elicited a hearty laugh from her husband.  “I never was so surprised.  How unselfish he is!  Harry, is it possible that we don’t know your father at all?  Think of his proposing to keep, still longer, a disturbing element like our lively little girl!”

“Oh, I’ve never believed he bothered himself very much about Jewel,” returned Harry lightly.  “You make a mountain out of that.  All a child needs is a ten acre lot to let off steam in, and she’s had it here.  He knows you’ll keep her out from under foot.  Let’s accept this pleasure.  He probably takes a lot of stock in you after all I told him last night.  It’s a relief to his pride and everything else that I’m not going to disgrace the name.  He wants to do something for you.  That’s the whole thing in a nutshell; and you let him do it, Julia.”  In an exuberance of spirits, aided by the fresh, inspiring morning, the speaker took his wife in his arms, as they stood there on the wide veranda, and hugged her heartily.