LAYING THE GHOST
Mr. Howbridge came by request to the Corner House the next morning.
Ruth had slept all night with the papers found in the old secretary
under her pillow.
Mr. Howbridge came into the dining-room where the four Corner House
girls were assembled, smiling and evidently in right good humor. “I
understand you have made a wonderful discovery, Miss Kenway?” he said.
“It was Aunt Sarah,” said Agnes, excitedly. “_She_ knew where the
papers were.”
“Indeed?” said the lawyer, interested.
“We have found some of Uncle Peter’s papers, that is sure,” said Ruth.
“And among them is one that I think must be the will you spoke of.”
“Good! we shall hope it is the paper we have been looking for,” said
Mr. Howbridge, accepting the packet Ruth handed him. “And _I_ have
made a discovery, too.”
“What is that, sir?” asked Ruth, politely.
“It refers to Mrs. Treble’s claim to the estate of Mr. Peter Stower.”
“If little Lillie bears any relationship to Uncle Peter, she must have
her just share of the estate. We could agree to nothing else,” Ruth
hastened to say.
“Oh, Ruth!” exclaimed Agnes.
Mr. Howbridge adjusted his glasses and looked at Ruth quizzically.
“Miss Kenway,” he said, “you are a remarkable girl. Lillie Treble is
the daughter of John Augustus Treble, without a doubt. _His_ mother
went west from Milton, years ago, as is claimed. But she was _not_
Peter Stower’s sister.”
“Oh, goody!” ejaculated Agnes, clapping her hands.
“Who was she?” asked Ruth.
Mr. Howbridge laughed softly. “She was the sister of a man named Peter
_Stover_. The names are similar, but there is a difference of one
letter—and many other differences, it seems. Peter Stover was a poor
man all his days. He was an ‘odd job’ man most of his life, working
about the farms on the outskirts of Milton, until he grew infirm. He
died last winter at the poorfarm.
“Mrs. Bean, even, remembers the name right now. These Trebles
evidently heard of the wealth of your Uncle Peter, and thought he was
_their_ Uncle Peter. The names were so much alike, you see.”
“Then—then Mrs. Treble and Lillie have no claim upon Uncle Peter’s
estate at all?” asked Ruth.
“No more than the Man in the Moon,” said Mr. Howbridge, still smiling.
“And you know _he_ isn’t any relation,” whispered Tess, to Dot, with
great importance.
“The poor things!” Ruth sighed. “Whatever will they do?”
“Why, Ruth Kenway!” exclaimed Agnes, in great excitement. “What are
you thinking of? I should think you had done enough for them.”
Ruth only looked at her, and went on talking to the lawyer. “You see,
sir,” she said, “they are quite penniless. I know, for Mrs. Treble
broke down and cried about it last night, when I read to her the
provisions of what I supposed to be Uncle Peter’s will.
“She spent the last money she had in getting here from Ypsilanti. She
has thoroughly believed that Lillie was to come into the money. Now,
what _can_ she do?”
“Go back to Ypsilanti,” put in Agnes, sharply.
“I wonder if her relatives will take her in again if she goes back?”
said Ruth slowly.
“Ahem!” said Mr. Howbridge, clearing his throat. “I have been in
correspondence with a Mr. Noah Presley, her brother-in-law. He says he
was opposed to her coming east without knowing more of the situation
here and her own rights. Now he says she and Lillie may come back,
if——wait! I will read you exactly what he says,” and Mr. Howbridge
drew forth the letter in question. He cleared his throat again and
read:
“‘Tell Emily she can come back here if she wants, providing she’ll
mind her own business and keep that dratted young one of hers from
turning the house upside down. I can’t pay her fare to Ypsilanti, but
I won’t refuse her a home.’”
“You can easily see what _he_ thinks of them,” declared Agnes, grimly.
“Do hush, dear,” begged Ruth. “Then you will pay their fare back for
them, will you not, Mr. Howbridge?” pursued Ruth. “And we shall see
that they are comfortably clothed. I do not think they have _many_
frocks.”
“You are really a very remarkable girl, Miss Kenway,” said Mr.
Howbridge again. That was the settlement of the Trebles’ affairs. Two
weeks later the Corner House girls saw the Ypsilanti lady and her
troublesome little girl off on the train for the west.
At this particular Monday morning conference, the lawyer made it clear
to the Kenway girls that, now the will had been found, the matters of
the estate would all be straightened out. Unless they objected, he
would be appointed guardian as well as administrator of the estate.
There was plenty of cash in the bank, and they were warranted in
living upon a somewhat better scale than they had been living since
coming to the old Corner House.
Besides, Ruth, as well as the other girls, was to go to school in the
autumn, and she looked forward to this change with delight. What she
and her sisters did at school, the new friends they made, and how they
bound old friends to them with closer ties, will be set forth in
another volume, to be called “The Corner House Girls at School.”
A great many things happened to them before schooldays came around. As
Tess declared:
“I never did see such a busy time in this family—did you, Dot? Seems
to me we don’t have time to turn around, before something new
happens!”
“Well, I’m glad things happen,” quoth Dot, gravely. “Suppose nothing
ever _did_ happen to us? We just might as well be asleep all the
time.”
First of all, with the mystery of Uncle Peter’s will cleared away, and
the status of Mrs. Treble and Lillie decided, Ruth went at the mystery
which had frightened them so in the garret. Even Agnes became brave
enough on that particular Monday to go “ghost hunting.”
They clambered to the garret and examined the window at which they
thought they had seen the flapping, jumping figure in the storm. There
was positively nothing hanging near the window to suggest such a
spectral form as the girls had seen from the parade ground.
“And this is the window,” said Ruth, thoughtfully. “To the right of
the chimney——Oh! goodness me, what a foolish mistake!”
“What’s the matter now?” asked the nervous Agnes, who did not dare
approach very near the window.
“Why, it wasn’t this window at all,” Ruth said. “Don’t you see? It was
to the right of the chimney _from the outside_! So it is on the left
of the chimney up here. It is the other window.”
She marched around the big bulge of the chimney. Agnes held to her
sleeve.
“I don’t care,” she said, faintly. “It was a ghost just the same——”
There was another window just like the one they had formerly looked
at. Only, above the window frame was a narrow shelf on which lay a
big, torn, home-made kite—the cloth it was covered with yellowed with
age, and the string still fastened to it. In cleaning the garret, this
kite had been so high up that none of them had lifted it down. Indeed,
the string was fastened to a nail driven into a rafter, above.
Even now there was a draught of air sucking in around the loose window
frame, and the kite rustled and wabbled on its perch. Ruth ran forward
and knocked it off the shelf.
“Oh, oh!” shrieked Agnes.
The kite dangled and jumped right before the window in such a manner
that it must have looked positively weird from the outside. It was
more than half as tall as a man and its crazy motions might well be
taken for a human figure, from a distance.
Suddenly the boisterous wind seized it again and jerked it back to its
perch on the shelf. There it lay quivering, until the next gust of
wind should make it perform its ghostly dance before the garret
casement.
“Oh, isn’t that great!” gasped Agnes. “And it must have been there for
years and years—ever since Uncle Peter was a boy, perhaps. Now! what
do you suppose Eva Larry will say?”
“And other people who have been afraid to come to the old Corner
House?” laughed Ruth. “Oh, I know! we’ll give a ghost party up here in
the garret.”
“Ruth!” screamed Agnes in delight. “That will be just scrumptious!”
“We shall celebrate the laying of the ghost. No! don’t touch it,
Agnes. We’ll show the girls when they come just what made all the
trouble.”
This the Corner House girls did. They invited every girl they had
become acquainted with in Milton—little and big. Even Alfredia
Blossom came and helped Uncle Rufus and Petunia Blossom wait upon the
table.
For the first time in years, the old Corner House resounded to the
laughter and conversation of a great company. There was music, too,
and Ruth opened the parlors for the first time. They all danced in
those big rooms.
Mr. Howbridge proved to be a very nice guardian indeed. He allowed
Ruth to do pretty much everything she wanted. But, then, Ruth Kenway
was not a girl to desire anything that was not good and sensible.
“It’s dreadfully nice to feel _settled_,” said Tess to Dot and Maria
Maroni, and Margaret and Holly Pease, and the three Creamer girls, as
they all crowded into the summer house the afternoon of the ghost
laying party.
“Now we _know_ we’re going to stay here, so we can make plans for the
future,” pursued Tess.
“Yes,” observed Dot. “I’m going right to work to make my Alice-doll a
new dress. She hasn’t had anything fit to wear since that awful time
she was buried alive.”
“Buried alive!” shrieked Mabel Creamer. “How was _that_?”
“Yes. And they buried her with some dried apples,” sighed Dot. “She’s
never been the same since. You see, her eyes are bad. I ought to take
her to an eye and ear infernery, I s’pose; but maybe even the doctors
there couldn’t help her.”
“I don’t think it’s _infernery_, Dot,” said Tess, slowly. “That
doesn’t sound just right. It sounds more like a conservatory than a
hospital.”
“Well, _hospital_, then!” exclaimed Dot. “And poor Alice! I don’t
suppose she ever _will_ get the color back into her cheeks.”
“Shouldn’t think she would, if she’s been buried alive,” said Mabel,
blankly.
The two youngest Kenways had been very glad to see Lillie Treble go
away, but this was almost the only comment they ever made upon that
angel-faced child, before company. Tess and Dot _were_ polite!
That was a lovely day, and the Corner House girls all enjoyed the
party immensely. Good Mrs. McCall was delighted, too. She had come to
love Ruth and Agnes and Tess and Dot, almost as though they were her
own. Ruth had already engaged a strong girl to help about the kitchen
work, and the widow had a much easier time at the old Corner House
than she had at first had.
Aunt Sarah appeared at the party, when the dancing began, in a new cap
and with her knitting. She had subsided into her old self again,
immediately after her discovery of Uncle Peter’s secret panel in the
old secretary in the garret. She talked no more than had been her
wont, and her knitting needles clicked quite as sharply. Perhaps,
however, she took a more kindly interest in the affairs of the Corner
House girls.
She was not alone in that. All the neighbors, and the church
people—indeed everybody in Milton who knew Ruth Kenway and her
sisters at all—had a deep interest in the fortunes of the Corner
House girls.
“They are a town institution,” said Mr. Howbridge. “There is no
character sweeter and finer than that of Ruth Kenway. Her sisters,
too, in their several ways, are equally charming.
“Ruth—Agnes—Tess—Dot! For an old bachelor like me, who has known no
family—to secure the confidence and liking of such a quartette of
young folk, is a privilege I fully appreciate. I am proud of them!”
THE END
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