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"Well, sir. How are yez, Miss?" He gave his slouch hat a jerk. "Good avenin', Lord Kelwin."
They walked on together, and the talk drifted to the Gila Club.
"I'm really surprised, don't you know," said Lord Kelwin, "at the interest these fellows take in the club."
"It's the first dacint thing the byes has had ter go to. Look at that saloon there!" he said, pointing to an overgrown shack, where women of the coa.r.s.est type presided. "And look at that opium den," he said, indicating a small building at their right. "And see that haythen," he said, pointing to a female who stood in the door of a saloon, her cheeks painted, and puffing away at a cigarette. "Thim is the things as has sint the byes to desthruction."
Kenneth Hastings and Lord Kelwin made no reply.
"If yez kape on, schoolma'am," continued Patrick, "yez'll wipe out the saloons and opium places, an' make dacint min an' women out of these poor crathers." He nodded his head.
"So pitifully sad!" Esther's vivacious mood suddenly vanished. She was again grave and thoughtful.
"Aye," said Patrick, "but yez kin do it, Miss, niver yez doubt it. Yez can do it! Oi used ter go ter the saloon mesilf, but Oi'll go no more, no more. That's what yez has done fur me."
Just then Wathemah came running and leaping from Keith's saloon. In a moment he spied them, and ran full tilt towards them.
"It makes me sick at heart," Esther said in a low tone to Patrick, "whenever I think of Wathemah living longer in the saloon."
"Yez air right, Miss," answered Patrick, "but Misthress Keith is a purty dacint sort av a woman, and she has been good ter the lad."
"Yes, I realize that. But I wish I could take him myself."
By this time the child was trudging along beside his Beloved.
Lord Kelwin liked to tease him, and said in a bantering tone, "What are you always hanging on to Miss Bright's hand for, Wathemah? She don't allow the rest of her admirers to do that."
Wathemah placed his other hand over the hand he clasped.
"_Me_ teacher _mine_!" he said, defiantly.
The men laughed. The teacher placed one hand on the child's head. He rested his cheek against her hand, as he said softly, "Me _mother_."
"Your mother, eh?" Lord Kelwin looked amused. "I wish she'd mother the rest of us."
The child did not understand the laughter, and fancying himself ridiculed by Lord Kelwin, turned, ran and leaped like a squirrel to his shoulder, and struck him in the face.
"You little savage," the Irishman said, angrily, as he grasped the child and shook him.
"Let _me_ settle with Wathemah," said Esther, firmly. She stepped forward, and took him by the arm, and held him. "Go on," she said to the men, "I will follow."
They sauntered on, leaving her with the refractory urchin. When she and the child finally overtook them, Wathemah's face was tear-stained.
Nothing more was said to the child until they reached the Clayton door.
"I guess you had better go back now, dear," Esther said, placing her hand on Wathemah's shoulder.
"No," he said stoutly, "Mrs. Clayton ask Wathemah he Miss Bright party."
"Oh, yes," she said, with sudden understanding, "you came to celebrate my birthday, didn't you?"
He nodded.
"You want me to wash your face and hands, don't you, Wathemah?" she asked. And off she went with the child.
"By George," said Lord Kelwin, "I never saw such a woman."
"Nor I," returned Kenneth. "There is no other like her."
The other whistled, and Kenneth flushed. His companion went on, "I'd like to know if she really has a fortune."
"Better ask her." Lord Kelwin did not observe the look of contempt on Kenneth's face.
But host and hostess had entered the s.p.a.cious room, and were extending gracious welcomes.
"Does either of you happen to know of the whereabouts of Miss Bright?"
questioned Mr. Clayton.
On learning of her arrival with them, he rallied them on spiriting her off. In the midst of the raillery, Esther and Wathemah entered the room. The latter found his way at once to Mr. Clayton's side, for they were great friends. The entrance of Esther was the signal for further badinage.
"John, what do you think of a young lady who tells her escort she supposes she'll have to endure him?"
"Mr. Clayton," she said, with a saucy tilt of her head, "what do you think of gentlemen who tell a lady they would like to flirt with her?"
"That depends," he answered, with a broad smile, "upon who the lady is. Now if I were not a staid married man--"
"You do not answer my question," she said. "You introduce an altogether extraneous matter. I asked you what you thought of gentlemen who would tell a lady they would like to flirt with her."
Here both Lord Kelwin and Kenneth Hastings tried to present their cases. Esther raised her hand. "Would you not consider this great frivolity, Mr. Clayton?" And she a.s.sumed a prim, shocked expression so funny that all laughed.
"If you wish to know my candid opinion," he said, with the air of a judge, "I believe they were within the law; but, if they were guilty offenders, they have my sympathy."
Wathemah looked from one to another with a puzzled expression as he listened to their laughter. He seemed to sense the fact that his Beloved was in some way the b.u.t.t of their fun. In a moment he had slid from his place on John Clayton's knee, and was standing leaning against Esther.
"That's right, Wathemah," she said, pretending to be greatly injured, "you take my part."
"Look out here, young man," said Lord Kelwin, as Wathemah approached him with a threatening fist. Kenneth caught the child, and held him close in his arms, whispering to him, "We're only fooling, Wathemah."
But he said aloud:
"Did you know, John, that Miss Bright has become an adopted mother?"
"No. Whom has she adopted? You?"
"Me? No. That's a good one. She's adopted Duncan's little boy, Bobbie. And when I suggested that I'd like to change places with Bobbie, she almost annihilated me."
All seemed to be enjoying the nonsense.
"Really, Miss Bright," continued Lord Kelwin, "I think you should be at the head of an orphanage."