Her Weight in Gold | Page 4

involuntarily and remained there without modification for the matter of
an hour or two.
"Great!" he said at last.
"I must be on my way," observed the wily step-father, beating a retreat
so hastily that Eddie missed the opportunity to scoff. But the
contemplative smile remained just as he had left it.
Several days passed before the two met again. The General had sowed
wisely, and he was reasonably certain of the harvest. He knew that it
would be hard for young Ten Eyck to bring himself to the sacrificial
altar; but that he would come and would bend his neck was a foregone
conclusion. He went on the theory that if you give a man rope enough

he'll hang himself, and he felt that Eddie was almost at the end of his
rope in these cruel days.
As for Eddie, he tried to put the thought out of his mind, but as time
went on he caught himself many times--(with a start of shame)--trying
to approximate the worth of Martha Gamble on the basis set forth by
her step-father. The second day after the interview he consulted a friend
of his who happened to be a jeweller. From him he ascertained the
present market value of twenty-four carat gold. So much for the start!
His creditors were threatening to sue or to "black-list" him; his friends
long since had begun to dodge him, fearing the habitual request for
temporary loans; his allowance was not due for several weeks.
Circumstances were so harsh that even Martha appeared desirable by
contrast. He felt an instinctive longing for rest, and peace, and--
pecuniary absolution.
He was therefore deserving of pity when he finally surrendered to the
inevitable. How he cursed himself--(and his creditors)--as he set out to
find the General on that bright spring day when every other living
creature on earth seemed to be happy and free from care. Kismet!
General Gamble was reading in a quiet corner of the Club. That is to
say, he had the appearance of one reading. As a matter of fact, he had
been watching Eddie's shy, uncertain evolutions for half an hour or
more, and he chuckled inwardly. As many as ten times the victim
strolled through the reading room, on the pretext of looking for some
one. Something told the General that he was going to lose Martha.
At last Eddie approached him. He came with the swift impetuosity of a
man who has decided and is afraid to risk a reaction.
"Hello, General," was his crisp greeting as he dropped into the chair
which the astute old gentleman had placed, with premeditation, close to
his own some time before. He went straight to the point. "I've been
thinking over what you said the other day about Martha. Well, I'll
marry her."

"You!" exclaimed the General, simulating incredulity. "You!"
"Yes. I'll be IT. How much does she really weigh?"
"Are--are you in earnest, my boy?" cried the other. "Why, she'll be
tickled to death!"
"May I have her?"
"God bless you,--YES!"
"I suppose I ought to go up and see her and--and tell her I love her,"
said Eddie lugubriously. "Or," with a fine inspiration, "perhaps you
wouldn't mind telling her for me. I--"
"Tell her yourself, you young rascal," cried the General in fine good
humour, poking his prospective stepson-in-law in the ribs.
Eddie winced. "You can do that to me now, but if you jab me in the ribs
after I'm married I'll jab you in the eye."
"Good! I like your spirit. Gad, I love a fighting-man! And now, my boy,
it seems to me there's no sense in delaying matters. You have my
consent. As a matter of form you ought to get Martha's. She'll take you,
of course, but I--I suppose she would like the idea of being proposed to.
They all do. I daresay you two can settle the point in a jiffy in some
quiet nook up at the--But, there! I shall not offer suggestions to you in
an affair of the heart, my son. Will you be up to see her this evening?"
Eddie drew a long breath. "If--if she has no other engagement."
"Engagement?" gasped the General, with popping eyes. "She hasn't sat
up after eight o'clock in four years, except on Christmas Eve. You
won't be disturbed; so come around."
"Perhaps, to be sure of finding her up, I'd better come to dinner."
"By all means. Stay as late as you like, too. She won't get sleepy to-
night. Not a bit of it." He arose to depart.

"Just a moment, General," said Eddie curtly. "We've got a few
preliminaries to arrange before I commit myself. Here is a paper for
you to sign. Business is business, you know, and this is the first really
business-like