Part 38 (2/2)
Evelyn looked at him quickly and laughed, flus.h.i.+ng a little. ”Why, we're naturally very good friends,” she said.
”Evelyn,” said Jeff, sitting up straight again, ”I'm absolutely bursting to tell you some news, and I can't seem to lead up to it. I've got to bring it out flat. The only thing I'm anxious about is whether it's going to be as good news to you as it is to me.”
She looked at him with a quickening of her pulses, his expression had become so very eager. ”Please don't keep me in suspense,” she begged.
”Well”--Jeff did his best to speak coolly, as if the matter were really of no great importance, after all--”you know it's been a question with me all along as to just what I was going to do when I got out of college. I wanted tremendously to get to work, and a lot of the usual things didn't seem to appeal to me at all. I haven't enough of a scientific turn to go into any of the engineering courses. I didn't care for a mercantile berth. In fact, while my brother Lanse has had his future cut out for him since he was fourteen, and Just, at sixteen, is body and soul in for electrical engineering, I've been the family problem. Father's had the sense not to a.s.sert his wishes for a moment.
He saw from the start, I suppose, that the family traditions were not for me--I could never begin by studying law and end by wearing the ermine, as a lot of my grandfathers and uncles have done. So--”
Jeff paused and drew a long breath. He had been looking off down the river as he talked, but now he brought his eyes back to Evelyn's face, and his spirits leaped exultantly as he saw with what eager attention she was listening.
”You really care to hear all this, don't you?” he asked, happily, and went on before she could do more than nod. ”Well, the short of it is that through Doctor Forester I got to know a friend of his who is a railroad magnate--the real thing--and to please the doctor he seemed to take an interest in me. He's offered me a position in one of his offices, provided I take a year to study practical railroading first. Of course I'm only too glad to do that. And now I'm coming to the point of the whole thing. When my year is up, that office where I'm to begin to work up in the railroad business is”--he paused dramatically, watching his hearer's face, as his own, in spite of himself, broke into a smile--”in your own city, Evelyn Lee!”
If he had had any lingering doubt that this might not be as good news to Evelyn as he wanted it to be, his fears were put to rout.
”O Jeff!” she said, quite breathlessly, and the happy colour surged into her face. ”Why, that's almost too good to be true!”
”Is it? You're a trump for saying so. Jupiter! I feel like standing up and shouting. The thing has been sure since that afternoon I went to Weston, but I didn't mean to tell you of it in this crazy boy fas.h.i.+on, but write it to you quite calmly after you got home. But--it wouldn't keep.”
”I shouldn't think it would. Besides, it's so much nicer to hear it now, when it makes it----”
She stopped abruptly, and jumped up. Jeff leaped to his feet also.
”Makes it--what?” he asked, eagerly.
”Why--it's such a pleasant place to hear good news in.”
”That wasn't what you were going to say.”
”We ought to go back to the house.” She began to move slowly away. Jeff followed.
”I'd like to hear the end of that sentence,” he urged, as they walked up the gra.s.sy slope to the house in the clear sunlight.
She laughed a little, but shook her head. She was looking very sweet in her brown travelling dress, her russet hair shaded by a wide brown hat with captivating curving outlines. Jeff looked at her dainty profile and realised that the hour for separation was coming fast.
”Anyhow, I know what I _wish_ you were going to say,”--he was striding close by her side--”and I can certainly say it if you can't. Telling you that I'm coming to work near you next year makes it easier for me to say good-by now. And that's--well--that's going to be a bit tough.”
Evelyn walked on a few steps in silence. Then she turned and spoke softly over her shoulder. There was not a touch of coquetry in her simple manner, yet it had an engaging quality all its own.
”That's what I wanted to say, Jeff.”
”Thank you,” he responded. ”I'll not forget that,” and his tone told that he appreciated the little concession.
It seemed but the briefest possible s.p.a.ce of time before they had gone over the house, had been hurried back to the landing by emphatic toots from the small excursion steamer, and were off for the city again. The trip back up the river was finished also before it seemed hardly begun.
All too soon for anybody the three young travellers were on their train, and Doctor Churchill and Fred Forester had taken leave of them and were out on the platform, ready to jump off. Jeff had lingered till the last.
”Good-by, Lucy! Good-by, Ran!” he said, and gave each a hearty grip and smile. Then his hand clasped Evelyn's, his eyes said things his lips would not have ventured to speak, and his hand wrung hers with a fervour which made it sting. Then he went away without a backward look, as if he must get the parting quickly over.
Outside the train, however, he turned with the others, and as the train rolled slowly out of the station, and Evelyn strained her eyes to see the group of her friends waving affectionately to her from the platform, the last face upon which her gaze rested wore the strong, loyal, eloquent look of Jefferson Birch.
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