WHAT EMMA DEAN FORGOT
The surprise party did much toward placing Alberta Wicks and Mary
Hampton on a friendly footing with the members of their own class and
the juniors. Strange to relate, there had been little or no reluctance
exhibited by those invited in accepting their invitations, and as a
final satisfaction to Grace the night of the party was warm and moonlit.
The astonishment of the two seniors can be better imagined than
described. Grace had purposely made an engagement to spend the evening
with them, and under pretense of having Alberta Wicks try over a new
song, had inveigled them to the living room, where the company of girls
had trooped in upon them, and a merry evening had ensued.
Wholly unused to friendly attentions from their classmates, Alberta and
Mary, formerly self-assured even to arrogance, did the honors of the
occasion with a touch of diffidence that went far toward establishing
them on an entirely new basis at Overton, and they said good-night to
their guests with a delightful feeling of comradeship that had never
before been theirs.
It had been agreed upon by the Semper Fidelis girls that they should
extend the right hand of fellowship as often as possible to the two
seniors during the short time left them at Overton. It was Grace who had
proposed this. "We must do all we can to help them fill the last of
their college days with good times. Then they can never forget what a
great honor it is to call Overton 'Alma Mater,'" she had argued with an
earnestness that could not be gainsaid.
Now that this particular shadow had lifted, Grace was still concerned
over her utter failure to keep her word to Mabel Ashe regarding the
newspaper girl. When Kathleen had discovered that Alberta Wicks and Mary
Hampton now numbered themselves among Grace's friends, she religiously
avoided the two seniors as well as the Semper Fidelis girls. She became
sullen and moody, apparently lost all interest in breaking rules and
studied with an earnestness that evoked the commendation of the faculty,
and caused her to be classed with the "digs" by the more
frivolous-minded freshmen. Her reputation for dashing off clever bits of
verse also became established, and her themes were frequently read in
the freshman English classes and occasionally in sophomore English, too.
In spite of her literary achievements, however, she remained as
unpopular as ever. To the girls who knew her she was too changeable to
be relied upon, and her sarcastic manner discouraged those who ventured
to be friendly.
"If I haven't been able to keep my word to Mabel it isn't because I have
not tried," Grace Harlowe murmured half aloud, as she walked toward her
favorite seat under a giant elm at the lower end of the campus, an
unopened letter in her hand. Grace tore open the envelope and
immediately became absorbed in the contents of the letter. "I wish she
could come up here for commencement," she sighed, "and I wish she knew
the truth about Kathleen West. I can't write it. It would seem so unfair
and contemptible to present my side of the story to Mabel without giving
Kathleen a chance to present hers. That is, if she really considers that
she has one."
"I knew I'd find you here," called a disconsolate voice, and Emma Dean
appeared from behind a huge flowering bush. "I've a terrible confession
to make, and there's no time like the present for admitting my sins of
omission and commission. Please put a decided accent on omission."
"Now what have you forgotten to do?" laughed Grace. "It can't be
anything very serious."
"You won't laugh when I tell you," returned Emma, looking sober. "I
shall never be agreeable and promise to deliver a message or anything
else for any one again. I am not to be trusted. Here is the cause of all
my sorrow." She handed Grace a large, square envelope with the contrite
explanation: "Words can't tell you how sorry I am. It has been in the
pocket of my heavy coat since the week before I went home for the Easter
holidays. I went over to the big bulletin board the day before you went
home and saw this letter addressed to you. I wish I had left it there,
as I did last time. There was one for me, too, so I put them both in my
coat pocket, intending to give you yours the moment I reached Wayne
Hall. But before I was half way across the campus I met the Emerson
twins, and they literally dragged me into Vinton's for a sundae. By the
time I reached the hall, all remembrance of the letters had passed from
my mind.
"I didn't take my heavy coat home with me, and when I came back to
Overton the weather had grown warm, so I did not wear it again. This
afternoon it fell on the floor of my closet, and when I picked it up I
noticed something white at the top of one of the pockets. There! Now
I've confessed and I shall not blame you if you are cross with me. My
letter didn't amount to much. It was from a cousin of mine, whose
letters always bore me to desperation. Now, say all the mean things to
me that you like. I'm resigned," invited Emma, closing her eyes and
folding her hands across her breast.
"I'm not going to scold you, Emma," declared Grace, laughing a little.
"I wonder who this can be from? The postmark is almost obliterated.
However, I'll soon see."
"Do you want me to go on about my business?" was Emma's pointed
question.
"Certainly not. Pardon me while I read this. Then I'll walk to the Hall
with you. It is almost dinner time." As Grace unfolded the letter the
inside sheet fell from it to the ground. As she bent to pick it up her
eyes lingered upon the signature with an expression of unbelieving
amazement stamped upon her face. Then she glanced down the first page of
the letter.
"Oh, it can't be true! It's too wonderful!" she gasped. "Oh, Emma, Emma,
if I had only received this the day it came!"
"I knew it was something important," groaned Emma. "And I was trying to
be so helpful."
Unmindful of Emma's remorseful utterance, Grace went on excitedly: "Only
think, Emma, it is from Ruth's father. He is alive and well and frantic
with joy over the news that Ruth did not die in that terrible wreck."
Grace sprang from her seat and seized Emma by the arm. "Come on," she
urged, "I must tell the girls at once."
Grace ran all the way to Wayne Hall, and bursting into her room pounced
upon Anne and hustled her unceremoniously into Miriam's room, where
Elfreda and Miriam viewed their noisy entrance with tolerant eyes. A
moment afterward Emma Dean appeared, out of breath. In a series of
excited sentences, Grace told the glorious news. "But I must read you
what he says," she said, her eyes very bright.
"MY DEAR MISS HARLOWE:--
"What can I say to you who have sent me the most welcome message I
ever received? It is as though the dead had come to life. To think
that my baby daughter, my little Ruth, still lives, and has fought
her way to friends and education. It is almost beyond belief. I
cannot fittingly express by letter the feeling of gratitude which
overwhelms me when I think of your generous and whole-souled
interest in me and my child. I have certain matters here in Nome to
which I must attend, then I shall start for the States, and once
there proceed east with all speed. It will not be advisable for you
to answer this letter, as I shall have started on my journey before
your answer could possibly reach me. I shall telegraph Ruth as soon
as I arrive in San Francisco. I have not written her as yet,
because you said in your letter to me that you did not wish her to
know until you had heard from me. I thank you for trying to shield
her from needless pain, and I am longing for the day when I can
look into Ruth's eyes and call her daughter. Believe me, my
appreciation of your kindness to me and to Ruth lies too deep for
words. With the hope that I shall be in Overton before many weeks
to claim my own, and thank you and your friends personally,
"Yours in deep sincerity,
"ARTHUR NORTHRUP DENTON."
"Well, if that isn't in the line of a sensation, then my name isn't
Josephine Elfreda Briggs! And to think Ruth's father has actually
materialized and is coming to Overton? When did you receive the letter,
Grace?"
"It came just before the Easter vacation," interposed Emma Dean bravely,
without giving Grace a chance to answer. "I might as well tell you. I
took it from the big bulletin board, put it in my coat pocket to bring
to Grace and forgot it. Don't all speak at once." Emma bowed her head,
her hands over her ears.
Then an immediate buzz of conversation arose, and Emma came in for a
deserved amount of good-natured teasing.
"What is the date of the letter!" asked Elfreda.
"The twenty-sixth of February," replied Grace. "It must have been on the
way for weeks."
"And in Emma's pocket longer," was Miriam's sly comment.
"But he should have arrived long before this," persisted Elfreda. "I
wonder if he received Ruth's letter."
"Perhaps he didn't start as soon as he intended," said Anne.
"That may be so. Nevertheless, he has had plenty of time to attend to
his affairs and come here, too," declared Elfreda. "I wouldn't be
surprised to see him almost any day."
"Wouldn't it be splendid if he were to come here in time to see Ruth
usher at commencement?" smiled Grace.
"He'd better hurry, then," broke in Emma Dean, "for commencement is only
two weeks off. Shall you tell Ruth? Who is going with you to tell her,
and when are you going?"
"After dinner, all of us," announced Elfreda. "Aren't we, Grace?"
Grace nodded.
"Then I shall join the band," announced Emma. "Although I proved a
delinquent and untrustworthy messenger, still you must admit that at
last I delivered my message."