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LUCILE
TRIUMPHANT
BY
ELIZABETH M. DUFFIELD
AUTHOR OF
"LUCILE ON THE HEIGHTS," "LUCILE, BRINGER OF JOY,"
"LUCILE, THE TORCH BEARER"
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE, WISCONSIN
Copyright, 1916
By SULLY & KLEINTEICH
All Rights Reserved
Printed and Published
By
Western Printing & Lithographing Company
Racine, Wisconsin
Printed in U. S. A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. "GREETINGS, FELLOW-TRAVELERS" 7
II. ECHOES OF THE CAMP-FIRE 12
III. A LATTER-DAY MIRACLE 19
IV. COUNTING THE HOURS 25
V. AS THOUGH ON WINGS 31
VI. "OH, FIRE, LONG YEARS AGO----" 35
VII. THE MAGIC CITY 42
VIII. ENTER JACK 50
IX. HURRAH, FOR EUROPE! 59
X. WHIRLED THROUGH THE NIGHT 65
XI. "ALL ASHORE WHO ARE GOING ASHORE!" 72
XII. MONSIEUR CHARLOIX 79
XIII. ROMANCE 86
XIV. A VAIN QUEST 93
XV. "LAND, HO!" 102
XVI. THE RED-LETTER DAY 111
XVII. THE GLORY OF THE PAST 119
XVIII. GREAT EXPECTATIONS 125
XIX. THE BREATH OF THE WAR GOD 132
XX. CROSSING THE CHANNEL 141
XXI. THE OLD CHATEAU 146
XXII. THE HEART OF THE MYSTERY 152
XXIII. LUCILE TRIUMPHS 161
XXIV. "TWO'S COMPANY" 167
XXV. THE THUNDERBOLT 175
XXVI. THROUGH SHROUDING MISTS 183
XXVII. HOME 186
[Transcriber's Note: Table of Contents was not present in the original
publication.]
CHAPTER I
"GREETINGS, FELLOW-TRAVELERS"
The great news was out! Two girls regarded their companion in
open-mouthed astonishment.
"Europe!" cried Jessie. "Lucy, will you please say that all over again
and say it slowly," she begged leaning forward tensely.
Lucile's eyes danced as she repeated slowly and with great emphasis, "I
said just this--Dad is going to Europe and he intends to take me with
him."
The girls were incredulous.
"But, wh-when are you going?" stammered Evelyn, dazedly.
"In three weeks at the outside, maybe sooner," Lucile answered, then
added, with feigned reproach, "you don't, either of you, seem a bit
glad."
"Oh, we are, we are," they protested, and Evelyn added, "It just took our
breath away, that's all."
"Lucile, it's the finest thing that ever happened to you," said Jessie,
impulsively throwing her arms about her friend.
The latter returned the embrace with equal fervor, but her eyes were
retrospective as she answered, "Oh, it's wonderful, of course, and I
haven't even begun to get used to it yet, but I don't think it's any
greater than----"
"Oh, I know what you mean," Evelyn broke in. "You mean Mayaro River and
Aloea and ranks and things like that----"
"Exactly," laughed Lucile, her face flushing with the memory, "and honors
and guardians and races and----"
"Oh, stop her, someone, quick," begged Jessie gayly. "If you don't she'll
keep it up all day," then more gravely, "It was wonderful and none of us
will ever forget it--but, Lucy, do, oh, do tell us more about Europe
before I die of curiosity!"
"Oh, yes, please go on," urged Evelyn; "we want to hear all about how it
happened, and just when you're going to start and how long you expect to
stay and----"
"Slow up a little," begged Lucile, in dismay. "I'll tell you everything
in time, but I must have time!"
"Come out, time, you're wanted," cried Evelyn, pushing aside the bushes
as though in search of the runaway.
"I suppose you think you're funny," sniffed Jessie, disdainfully. "But I
feel obliged to tell you as a friend----"
"Cease!" commanded Lucile, sternly. "If you don't stop at once and listen
respectfully and attentively to what I have to say, I'll----"
"Well, what will you do," Evelyn challenged, with an heroic air of
braving the worst. "Tell us, now--what will you do?"
Lucile paused to consider for a moment, then announced, gravely, "There
is only one punishment great enough for such a crime----"
"And that----" they breathed.
"That," repeated Lucile, sternly, "would be to remove the light of my
presence----"
"Oh if that's all you needn't mind about us," said Jessie, evidently
relieved.
"Go on, Lucy," urged Evelyn, virtuously. "I won't interrupt again."
"Better get started before she repents," advised Jessie.
"Sound advice," Lucile agreed, ironically, though her eyes snapped with
fun. "I don't see why two people can't get along without throwing
hatchets at each other's heads all the time. But never mind that," she
added, hastily, seeing signs of more "hatchets."
"All I have to say is, it isn't my fault," murmured Jessie.
"The only way to treat the lower classes is to ignore them absolutely,"
Evelyn retorted, turning her back on Jessie. "Now, Lucy, what were you
saying?"
"I was _trying_ to say something about my trip----" she began.
"Oh, yes, how long are you going to stay?"
"All summer."
"Oh, you lucky, lucky girl," cried Jessie. "You do certainly have the
most wonderful luck. Not but what you deserve every bit of it and more,"
she added, warmly.
"There's just one thing in the world on which we both agree," laughed
Evelyn, "and that's it!"
They looked with fond and justified pride upon the laughing recipient of
their praise. From anybody's point of view, Lucile was good to look upon.
Mischief sparkled in her eyes and bubbled over from lips always curved in
a merry smile. "Just to look at Lucile is enough to chase away the
blues," Jessie had once declared in a loving eulogy on her friend. "But
when you need sympathy, there is no one quicker to give it than Lucy."
From her mass of wind-blown curls to the tips of her neat little tennis
shoes she was the spirit incarnate of the sport-loving, fun-seeking
summer girl.
Then there was their summer at camp the year before, when Lucile had led
them undauntedly and as a matter of course through experiences and
dangers that would have dazed the other girls.
And then had come the crowning glory, the climax of their wonderful
summer--the race! They felt again the straining of that moment when, with
half a length to make up and scant twenty yards from the goal, she had
led them in the glorious, madcap dash to victory! From that day on she
had reigned supreme in the girls' warm hearts, and there was not one of
them but felt "that nothing was too good for her."
"Let's be thankful for small blessings," laughed Lucile, referring to
Evelyn's last remark. "By the way, girls, have you heard about
Margaret?"
"No; what is it?" They were all eager interest at once.
"Why, Judge Stillman called a consultation yesterday and the doctors
pronounced Margaret absolutely cured!"
"Hurrah!" cried Jessie, springing up from the rock she had been using as
a seat. "We knew she was better, but--oh, say, isn't it great?"
"Rather; but that isn't all," said Lucile. "The Judge insists that we
have done it all--and the camp-fire, too, of course."
"Oh, nonsense," Evelyn exclaimed. "It was the woods and the air and the
water that did it. That was all she needed."
"Humph, speak for yourself," Jessie interposed. "I admit she could have
done without you very well; I could myself, but----"
"Do I hear a gentle murmur as of buzz-saws buzzing?" quoth Evelyn, dreamy
eyes fixed on space. "Methinks it grows more rasping of late----"
"For goodness sake, girls, stop it," begged Lucile, despairingly. "If you
are going to be like this all summer, how on earth can I take you with
me? I don't want to live in a hive of hornets."
"Take us with you?" they cried, bewildered. "What do you mean?" and
Jessie added, tragically, "Tell me quickly or I die!"
"Oh, I just thought I might." It was Lucile's turn to regard the heavens
fixedly.
"Lucile, I'd like to shake you. You can be the most exasperating thing at
times!" cried Jessie excitedly, and Evelyn, with an inelegance that was
none the less forceful, "If you have anything up your sleeve, let's have
it!"
Lucile's gaze came down to earth abruptly.
"You seem to be in a great hurry," she protested. "You haven't given me
time yet, you know."
"Oh, we'll hunt him up for you some other time," Evelyn wheedled, and
Jessie added, sagely, "We're only losing him this way, you know;" then
added, in desperation, "If you don't explain right away, you'll have a
corpse on your hands, Lucy."
"Why, there's nothing to explain; you are just going, that's all," said
Lucile, as if the matter were definitely settled.
"Lucy, are you fooling? If you are, I'll never, never forgive you." It
was Evelyn who spoke, her whole body quivering with excitement.
"No, she's in earnest; can't you see? She means, she means----" and
Jessie paused before the fateful word.
It was more than Lucile could stand. She jumped up, danced a few joyous
and absurd little steps, then turning, made the girls a low bow.
"Greetings, fellow-travelers," she said.