Evelyn Raymond.

Jessica Trent: Her Life on a Ranch

Am I to ride in that? Oh, delightful!

Delightful now seemed everything about her. Friends were close at hand and a few minutes would bring her to Ephraim. That he was injured and helpless she knew, yet could not realize; while she could and did realize to the full all the novelty about her. The swift motion of the electric car, the gay and busy streets, the palm-bordered avenues they crossed, the ever-changing scenes of the city, each richer and more wonderful than the other, in her inexperienced eyes. She would have liked to ask many questions, but her companions were now conversing in low tones and she would not interrupt. Soon, however, she saw Mr. Sharp make a slight gesture with his hand and the car stopped. Our street, he said, rising.

A brief walk afterward brought them to a big building, standing somewhat back from the avenue, with a green lawn and many trees about it. Above the several gateways of its iron fence were signs, indicating: Accident Ward, Convalescents Ward, General Hospital, Nurses Home, Dispensary, etc., all of which confused and somewhat startled the country-reared girl. The more, it may be, as, at that moment, the gong of an ambulance warned them to step off the crossing before the accident alley beside the main building, and the big van dashed toward an open door.

Jessica gripped Mr. Hales hand, nervously, and watched in a sort of fascination while white-garbed attendants lifted an injured man from the ambulance and carried him tenderly into the hospital.

Isis he hurt?

Yes, dear, I suppose so.

Was it like that they brought Ephraim here?


Oh! how dreadful! My poor, poor Forty-niner.

Rather, how merciful. But come; such a brave little woman as you mustnt show the white feather at the mere sight of a hospital van. Ephraim has been well cared for, be sure; and as he has been told to expect you hell be disappointed if you bring him a scared, unhappy face.

Then IllIll smile, she answered, promptly, thought the effort was something of a failure.

Soon they entered the building, whose big halls were so silent in contrast with the street outside, and where the white-clad doctors and nurses seemed to Jessica like ghosts as they moved softly here and there. Again she clinched the lawyers hand and whispered:

Its awful. It smells queer. Im afraid. Arent you?

Not in the least. I like it. Ive been a patient in just such places more than once and think of them as the most blessed institutions in the world. The odor of chemicals and disinfectants is noticeable at first, but one soon gets accustomed to it and likes it. At any rate I do. But, see, were falling behind. Mr. Sharp evidently knows his way well and we must hurry if wed keep him in sight.

Indeed, the reporter was just disappearing around a turn of the broad staircase leading up into a sun-lighted corridor. He was quick and decided in all his movements, and had paused but for one instant to speak with an attendant at the door before he took his direct way to Ephraims room.

Why, I supposed he was in the general ward said Mr.

Hale, as he joined Ninian, who had to stop and wait for his more leisurely advance.

He was, but he couldnt stand it. So I had him put into a private room and hes much better satisfied. He has money enough to pay for it and if he hadntwell, it was just pitiful to see the old mans own distress at sight of the distress of others all about him. Id have had to do it, even if it had taken my bottom dollar.

True to your class! Ive always heard that newspaper men were the most generous in the world, and now I believe it. Well, count me in, on this transaction. But when were you here?

Last night andearly this morning.

Whew! If you put such energy as that into the rest of the business youll make a speedy finish of it!

Thats my intention. Well, child, here we are. Put your best foot forward and cheer up that forlorn old chap.

Jessica had paused to look down a great ward, opening upon that corridor, and was staring, spellbound, at the rows upon rows of white beds, each with its occupant, and at the white-capped nurses bending over this or that sufferer. The wide, uncurtained windows, all open to the soft morning air, the snowy walls, the cleanliness and repose impressed her.

Whyits nice! I thought it would be dreadful; and where is Ephraim? Can I go in? How shall I find him among so many?

Dont you understand? This way, I said, Lady Jess. The sharpshooter wants to see his captain.

She turned swiftly at that, and the smile he had hoped to rouse was on her face as she caught the reporters hand.

Whyhow did you know that? Who told you I was Lady Jess, or captain?

Who but Forty-niner himself? Here he is, and he gently forced her through an open doorway into a little room, which seemed a miniature of the great ward beyond. There was the same white spotlessness, another kind-faced nurse, and another prostrate patient.

Ephraim! Ephraim! You poor, dear, precious darling!

She was beside him, her arms about his neck, her tears and kisses raining on his wrinkled facea face that a moment before had been full of sadness and impatience, but was now brimming with delight.

Little Lady! Little captain! Im a pretty sort of a guardeen, I am! But, thank God, Im not the only man in the world, and youve found them that can help you more than I could, with all my smartness. Did you hear about that turn-tail, Stiffleg? Wasnt that enough to make a man disgusted with horseflesh forever after? Ugh! I wish I had him, Id larrup him crossing before the accident alley beside the main well! And to think you, Cassius Trents daughter, spent your first night in town at a station-house! Child, Ill never dare to go home and face the boys again, after that. Never.

Dont talk too much, sir, cautioned the nurse, offering her patient a spoonful of some nourishment.

No, Ephraim, Ill talk. Oh! what wouldnt Aunt Sally give to be here now! To think shes lost such a chance for dosing you!

Forty-niner laughed and the laughter did him good; though he soon explained: They say Ill have to lie here for nobody knows how long, without moving, scarcely. That pesky old leg of mine did the job up thorough, while it was at it. Thought it might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, I spose. Well, it was the luckiest thing ever happenedyou getting lost and me getting hurt. Thats the only way to look at it. ButAtlantic! Howm I ever going to stand it? Having other folks do for you and I, thatd give my right hand to help youuseless.

Easily, Ephraim. If its a good thing, as you say, why then it cant be a bad one. Heres your money. You must use it to pay for anything you want. Or give it all to Mr. Hale about the business. You know.

Money! I dont want that. All I had they took away from me. Put it in the hospital safe till Im ready to go out. But you cant live in a city without hard cash in every pocket. Oh! dear! I dont see what is to be done! One minute it all is clear and I think what I said about my accident being lucky for you; the nextI cant stand it. What is to become of you, little captain?

Im going to stay right here with you.

You are? You will? demanded the patient, eagerly. You wouldnt be afraid? But, maybe, you wouldnt be allowed. Hospitals are for sick folks and old fools that dont know enough to sit a horse steady. Theyre not for a happy little girl, who can make new friends for herself anywhere. No. I guess, maybe, that Mr. Halell find you a place, or get you on the cars to go home again. Oh! child, I wish you were safe back at Sobrante this minute!

And our work not done? Foolish boy! As if Id leave you alone, either, when youre ill andand Aunt Sally so far away.

Ephraim groaned and Jessica looked toward the reporter, who was talking earnestly with the nurse, just outside in the corridor. She heard him say:

If it could be arranged it would be a solution of the whole difficulty. Her board would be assured, and at the first opportunity she shall be sent to her home. For the present

She felt it no shame to listen intently. She knew that they were discussing herself and what was to be done with her. On that subject she had already made up her own mind; so she slipped her hand from Ephraims and stepped to Mr. Sharps side.

I want to say right here in this hospital. I will not make anybody a bit of trouble. I will mind everything I am told. Ill not talk or laugh or anything I should not. Ill help take care of Ephraim and theres nobody who knows him here but me. Hes the best man there can be, and hes old, though he doesnt look it. Please let me stay. Anyway until all the money is spent. Theres enough for a while, I think. Please.

In answer to the reporters look, rather than Jessicas words, the nurse replied:

Yes, we do often have friends of the patients here. If there happen to be rooms empty and so to spare. But a childwe never had a child-boarder before. Ill consult the head nurse and let you know at once. Or, better why not go and see her for yourself?

Id much prefer, said Ninian, who had more faith in his own persuasive powers than in hers. And Ill take Jessica with me.

The result was that the little girl was allowed to remain for the present, and was assigned a room very near Ephraims. Upon her good behavior, as viewed from a hospital standpoint, depended the continuance of her stay.

She can have her clothes sent here, but only what are necessary, added the lady, as she dismissed them.

My clothes! WhyI dont know where they are.

Whew! What do you mean? II never thought about clothes, said Ninian Sharp.

Nor I, before, since I came. I had only a change of underwear and another flannel frock. Ephraim was to buy me more if I needed, though mother thought I should not. But what I did have were in the saddlebags on Stifflegs back.

And he marched off to glory with them, the old soldier, eh? Well, thats soon remedied. There are lots of stores in Los Angeles and lots of girls your size. Ill get a nurse to fix you out, when she can, and now, back to Ephraim and good-by.


For Jessica Trent there followed weeks of a quieter life than she had lived even at isolated Sobrante. The behavior, which was to be a test of her stay, proved so pleasing to the hospital residents that some of them wondered how they had ever gotten along without her helpful, happy presence.

Very quickly she lost her first vague fear of the place and learned to hear in the once alarming ambulance gong the signal of relief to somebody. She modulated her voice to the prevailing quietude of the house and her footfalls were as light as the nurses themselves. To many a sufferer, coming there in dread and foreboding, the sight of a child familiar and happy about the great building brought a feeling of comfort and homelikeness which nothing else could have given. She was so apt and imitative that Ephraim often declared:

All you need, Lady Jess, is a cap and apron to make you a regular professional. Take care of me bettern any of em, you do; and Ill be a prime experience for you, thats a fact. Another of the good things come out of my fool riding, I spose. Youll be able to nurse the whole parcel of us, when you get back to Sobrante. Beat Aunt Sally all hollow, cause you trust a bit to nature and not all topicra.

But youre not ill, Ephraim Marsh. Youre just broken. So you dont need medicine. All you need is patience. And your nourishments, regular.

I get them all right; butpatience! Atlantic!

The old man sighed. It was weary work for him, the hardest he had ever done, to lie so motionless while he was so anxious to be active. He really suffered little and he had the best of care. Still, he sighed again, and, unfortunately, Jessica echoed the sigh. Then he looked at her keenly and spoke the thought which had been in his mind for a long time:

Captain, you must go home. Theres twenty to need bossing there and only one poor old carcass here.

Poor Lady Jess! She tried to answer brightly as was her habit, but that day homesickness was strong upon her, and at mention of Sobrante her courage failed. She forgot that she was a nurse; forgot the good behavior, forgot everything, indeed, but her mothers face and Neds mischievous affection. She dropped to her knees and buried her face in the old mans pillow while she sobbed aloud:

Oh, Forty-niner, shall we ever see that home again?

Weak and unstrung, the patient moaned in sympathy, while tears fell from his own eyes; and it was upon this dismal tableau that Mr. Hale walked in, unannounced.

Hurrah, here! Whats amiss? Been quarreling? Just when Ive come to bring you good news, too.

Quarreling, indeed! Ephraim and I could never quarrel. Never. Butbutthis isnt Sobrante, and wereI guess were awful homesick.

Thats a disease can be cured, you know. One of you, at least, can go home. If you wish, Jessica, I will put you on a train and arrange for one of your boys to meet you at the railway terminus. But

Hello, everybody! called a cheery voice, and there in the doorway was Ninian Sharp, smiling, nodding, and embracing all three with one inspiring look. Whats that I overheard about home? Been telling state secrets, Hale? My plan beats yours, altogether. Were all going home to Sobrante, in a bunch, one of these fine days. The Lancet never fails!

Jessica sprang to him and caught his hand to kiss it. He had not been to see them for some days and she had missed him sadly. Far more than Mr. Hale he made her feel that the mystery surrounding that missing New York money, as she called it, would certainly be explained. It was he who, by questions innumerable, had recalled to her and to Ephraim the names of persons with whom Mr. Trent had ever done business. Incidents which to her seemed trifling had been of moment in his judgment. With the slight clews they had given him, as the first link in the chain, he had gone on unraveling the knots which followed with infinite patience and perseverance. He kept Mrs. Trent informed of the welfare of her daughter, and, without neglecting his legitimate business, did the thousand and one things which only the busiest of persons can have time to do. For its always the indolent who are overcrowded.

Oh! Mr. Sharp! Have you found it all out?

Not I. Hale, here, has found out some things, himself. But hes a lawyer, which means, abeg pardona snail. If newspapers were as slow as the lawh-m-mwe might all take a nap. Look here, Miss Sunshine, youve been crying.

Jessica blushed as guiltily as if she had been accused of some crime.

I know it. Im sorry.

So am I. I know why. Because youre shut up here like a dormouse when youve lived like a lark. On with your little red Tam and come with me. Our work is getting on famously, famously. If I could get hold of one person that Ive hunted this and every other city near for Id have the matter in a nut shell and the guilty man ina prison. Ive foundthree or four more of those links I mentioned, Hale, and every man of them is another witness to the uprightness of one, Cassius Trent, late of Sobrante. I began this job for little Jess, but I confess Im finishing it for the sake of a man I never saw. He was a trump, that fellow. One of the great-hearted, impracticable creatures that keep my faith in humanity. If we could only find that Antonio!

Yes. If! But when he rode away from Sobrante that day he seems to have ridden out of the world, so far as any trace he left behind. Im getting discouraged, for without him all the rest falls to the ground.

Well, discouraged? Well just step out and find him, wont we, Lady Jess?

She had hastened to ask permission to go out with her friend and had come back radiant, now, at prospect even of so brief an outing. It was quite as the reporter had judged; the close confinement of the hospital, after the out-of-door life at Sobrante, was half the cause of Jessicas depression, and she was ready now to fall in with the gay mood of Ninian Sharp and answered, promptly:

Oh, yes. Well find him, since you wish it. But I dont happen to know which him you want?

Why, our fine Senor Bernal. Who else?

Then let us go to the old Spanish quarter.

Ive been, many times. Sent others also. No. Hes a wise chap and if he is in this town frequents no haunt where hell be looked for so surely. No matter. Its a picturesque corner of the town and maybe a sight of some old adobes would do your homesick eyes good.

Or harm, suggested Mr. Hale.

But they did not stop to hear his objections and were speedily on the car which would take them nearest to the district Jessica had heard of, both from Antonio at home and now from others here. A relic of the old California, whose history she loved to hear from the lips of Pedro, Fra Mateo, or even Forty-niner himself.

But once arrived there she was disappointed. They were old adobes, true enough, and the people who lived in them had the same dark, Spanish cast of face which she remembered of Antonio. Yet there the resemblance ended. This was the home of squalor, of poverty that was not self-respecting enough to be clean, and of an indolence which had brought about a wretched state of affairs.

Oh! is this it? But it cant be. Antonios quarter was a splendid place. The old grandees lived there, keeping up a sort of court and all the customs of a hundred years ago. It was a picture, a romance, a dream, he said. Of an evening he would describe it all to us at home till I felt as if it were the one spot in the world I most wished to see. Butthis!

Turn not up your pretty nose, for this, my dear little unenlightened maiden, is also a dreama nightmare. Nevertheless, the very ground your lost hero boasted and embellished with his fancy. The more I hear of this versatile Antonio the greater becomes my longing to behold him. In any case, since were here, we must not go away without entering some of these shops. You shall buy a trinket or two and present one of them as a keepsake to this fine senor, when you find him. Oh! that I had your familiar knowledge of his features, this absent grandee, that if by accident I met him I might know him on the instant. See. This bazaar is somewhat tidier than its neighbors, as well as larger, and there are some really beautiful Navajo blankets in the window. Unfortunately the pocketbook of a reporter isnt quite equal to more than a dozen of these, at fifty dollars apiece. Something more modest, Lady Jess, and Ill oblige you!

She looked up to protest and saw that he was teasing, and exclaimed, with an air of mock injury:

Those or nothing! But when shall I learn to understand your jest from earnest?

When you produce me your Antonio!

Upon the instant, then, she retorted, gayly.

Upon the instant, indeed, there were hurrying footsteps behind them, the sound of some one breathing rapidly and of angrily muttered sentences, that were a jumble of Spanish and English, and in a voice which made Jessica Trent start and turn aside, clutching her companions hand.

He turned, also, throwing his arm about her shoulders, lest the rush of the man approaching should force her from the narrow sidewalk. But she darted from him, straight into the path of this wild-looking person and seized him with both hands, while she cried out:

Its he! It is Antonio! Ive found himAntonio Bernal!

Whew! A case of the unexpected, indeed! The merest jest and the absolute fact. Hi! Id rather this thanthan be struck by lightning, and its on about the same order of things, for it is he, as she claimed. Hes more staggered than I am, considered this lively newspaper man. Then he thought it time to step forward, and remark:

Please present me to your friend, Miss Trent, and lifted his hat, courteously.

Antonio bowed, after his own exaggerated fashion, and with his hand upon his heart; but though his eyes rested keenly on Ninians face he kept tight hold of Jessicas hand and his torrent of words did not cease for an instant. Now and then he lifted the little hand and kissed it, whereupon Lady Jess would snatch it away and coolly wipe it on her skirt, only to have it recaptured and caressed; till, seeing he would neither give over the hateful action nor stop talking, she folded her arms behind her and interrupted with:

Thats enough, Senor Bernal. This isnt Sobrante, but Im your captain here, same as there. You come tell your story to Mr. Hale and this gentleman. See Ephraim Marsh, too. Hes here in hospital with a broken leg. Im in Los Angeles, also, as you see; and likely to find the same man you say has cheated you. Thats what hes telling, Mr. Sharp, she exclaimed.

Antonio hesitated. He had frowned at her tone of command, but now, to the reporters amazement, seemed eager to obey it.

As the senorita will. That gentleman, who came last to Sobrante, was one lawyer, no? So the senora said. Fool! fool! that I was that I did not then and at that moment so disclose the secrets of my heart as was moved, yes. Let the senorita and the handsome friend lead on. I follow. I, Antonio.

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