CHAPTER XII

There were but twelve girls who went down from Dickinson to the Exeter

game; but to the hundred yet remaining, it seemed as though the

dormitories were vacant. Hester found the afternoon long. Her anger had

passed. She was not sorry that she had spoken as she did, but that no

results had come from her show of spirits. She was not in a mood to

visit with the other girls. Her intimate friends had gone with the

basket-ball team. No study hour was observed Friday evening. The parlors

and library were open. Hester, from her room, could hear the sound of

the piano and the school songs. Instead of enlivening her, it had the

opposite effect.

The girls who went down to Exeter could not possibly return until

Saturday evening. That meant another entire day alone. Hester did not

like to think of that.

"I shall pack my suit-case and to-morrow morning, I shall ask Doctor

Weldon to allow me to go to Aunt Debby."

The decision brought up her spirits. She immediately began to arrange

her work. The books were put in order and a suit-case taken from the

shelf in the closet.

"Aunt Debby said she would make new collars for my waists and change the

sleeves." With this promise in mind, she selected the thin white waists

which were showing signs of wear. Miss Richards and Miss Debby, with a

few deft touches, would make these look almost as well as new.

In her rummaging, Hester had the same experience that Helen had had

three weeks before. She went over the boxes for some article she needed.

She discovered the little box hidden away in the corner. She opened it

and exclaimed just as Helen had done.

"My pin! I had forgotten all about that. I think I shall wear it. It

looks rather pretty against a white dress." Holding it up against her

waist, she looked down upon it with satisfaction. It surely did look

pretty, against the white! The little bit of cut glass scintillated

like a bit of fire. Fastening it to her waist, she continued her work.

The next morning, she went down to breakfast wearing the pin. Mellie was

at the table, and gave a look of surprise when Hester came in. After a

time she turned to her and said: "Where did Helen find her pin? I am

glad she has recovered it, for it was valuable in addition to being an

heirloom."

"I did not know she had found it," said Hester. "She did not mention the

matter to me."

"I thought--." Mellie hesitated and did not finish the sentence. Several

times, Hester found her looking closely at her.

Hester was wearing a soft shirt-waist with a tie. The ends of the tie

knotted in butterfly fashion had been caught together by the pin which

was partly hidden by them.

Hester secured permission to visit her Aunt Debby. She was to go down on

the ten o'clock car and return Monday morning in time for chapel. On her

way to the car, she met Mellie, Berenice and several girls from the west

dormitory.

"We'll walk with you to the triangle," said Berenice. "I do not know how

we will put in our time to-day. It is certainly dull with the girls

gone. I wonder how the game went last evening?"

"Didn't you hear?" asked one of the others. "They telephoned Miss Watson

last evening. She's our hall-teacher and she told us at once. It was

twenty to thirty in favor of Exeter."

"Exeter won!" cried Berenice. "It is poor management on someone's part.

They never won a game from us before--not on such a score. Last year

neither scored, and the year before Exeter was one goal ahead, and they

would not have made that if the referee had not been partial."

"I am sorry. I was sure they would win," said Hester. They had come to

the triangle, the place where the sloping walks meet at an angle.

"They would have won, too, if you had been there. You should have been.

I, for one, was ready to revolt Wednesday morning, and the other girls

would have stood by me. We would have done so if you would have shown

any spirit; but you sat there as though the game were nothing to you."

Hester smiled but made no attempt to reply. She was learning to know

Berenice and the danger of expressing one's opinion in her presence.

Life at Dickinson was teaching her more than what lay between the covers

of books. She was learning to meet people, to know them as they were,

and to hold her tongue under provocation as she was doing now.

Berenice was not easily put aside. "Why, did you not show some spirit

about it, Hester?"

"Spirit? Why should I? If Miss Watson and Helen thought Emma put up a

better game than I, why should I complain?"

Berenice shrugged her shoulders. She was about to say more when Erma

came down the dormitory steps and crossed the campus toward them. Her

fair hair was piled high on her head in puffs and rolls. She was wrapped

in a long garnet sweater. She looked like a crimson rose as she moved

across the snow.

"Drop the subject," cried Berenice. "Here comes Erma. She takes

exception to everything I say. One cannot express an opinion or offer a

criticism in her presence unless one is taken to task."

"Perhaps it is just as well to let it drop," said Mellie gently. "It is

only a game of basket-ball and not worth a heated discussion."

"Well, peaches," cried Erma cheerily accosting Hester. "Are you really

going home? Won't your Aunt Debby be glad to see you. Tell her I send

her a thousand hugs and a million kisses. How I wish I were going home

to see that dear old daddy of mine. Girls, when you want to see the

grandest man in the world, come home with me and I'll show you my

daddy."

Berenice looked down over her nose.

"It is well to be satisfied," she said.

"It certainly is," replied Erma. "I am glad I am. There's not a father

or mother better than mine and my friends are the best in the world. I

wouldn't exchange them for millions."

She had come close to Hester, and encircling her with her arm, asked,

"When are you coming back, peaches?"

"Monday morning. There comes my car now." She stooped to lift her

suit-case which Marshall had brought down from her room and deposited at

her feet. As she did so, the butterfly end of her tie fluttered,

displaying her quaint pin whose setting gleamed like a spark of fire.

Its scintillation caught Erma's eye. She was about to remark concerning

it, but stopped herself in time. But Berenice, who never let anything

escape her, also caught the sparkle of the stone. More than that, she

saw the expression which passed quickly over Erma's face, and she read

it aright. She made no remark until Hester had boarded the car, had

waved her good-byes and the car had disappeared down the bend of the

road. Then turning, she slipped her arm into Erma's and Mellie's, and so

walking between them, moved toward the building.

"Did you notice the pin Hester had on?" she asked suddenly.

Mellie was wise and did not answer. Erma, who was as transparent as a

ray of light, grew confused and tried to cover it up by asking, "A pin?

Did she have a pin on? I suppose she did. Girls generally wear pins of

some sort."

Berenice shrugged her shoulders. "Yes; she had a pin on, Erma Thomas,

and you observed it as well as I did. You know as well as I do whose pin

it is."

"You are very much mistaken. I know nothing at all about it. I have

nothing to do with other people's jewelry."

"You have with this. At least you spent hours in helping to look for it.

It is that odd one which Helen Loraine wore and which so mysteriously

disappeared."

"Any disappearance is a mystery. If I lose a collar button, it is a

mystery to me. If it was not, I would know where it was. The things we

don't know are always mysterious. If we know, then they are as plain as

day."

"It seems strange it should disappear for three months and then Hester

Alden have it on, especially when Helen Loraine is away."

"That is the very time you should wear other people's jewelry and

clothes. When I am home I always wear my mother's best silk stockings

and rustling petticoats when I know she's down in the city shopping. Of

course I always ask her--when she comes back--and she never refuses me

permission. She always says the same thing: 'Well, since you have them

on--'"

Erma's attempts to lead the conversation away from Hester and the pin

was without results. Berenice clung to the subject with a tenacity which

would have been admirable had the thing been worth while.

"I understand you, Erma. You think just as I do, but you are afraid to

say so. I suspected from the first where the pin went; but of course I

did not say so."

"Do you not think it a wise course to follow now--to say nothing?"

"It is very different now. Before, I was merely suspicious. One may not

make statements in mere suspicion. Now I have proofs."

"Proofs? Because Hester Alden has the pin on and Helen is away?"

"Let us walk along the edge of the river," said Mellie. She, too, meant

to change the conversation. "I love the river when it is icebound. I

should like to cross if I thought it were safe. But I fancy we had

better not. We have had several days of thaw and that always rots the

ice, and rotten ice is far more dangerous than thin ice."

"I intend to speak my mind," said Berenice. "Mellie and you are very

much afraid you will express yourselves. You think as I do about the

matter, but you will not say so. I cannot see the difference between

thinking a thing and saying it outright."

"The best thing to do is not to think it," said Erma. She laughed long

and loud and merrily. "That is quite an idea. After this, I shall not

think things. Perhaps my brain will never wear out. Doesn't the

physiology say that every thought wears away some of the gray cellular

tissue? Thank goodness, no one can blame me for destroying mine. I am

sure I never thought any of mine away." As she spoke a new thought came

to her. "No doubt, Helen found her pin weeks ago and you are having your

tempest in a tea-pot all for nothing."

Berenice had not thought of that possibility. This was an argument, she

was not equal to and was the means of causing her to say no more on the

subject.

She knew from experience that she could not talk with some of the girls.

They had a sense of loyalty and honor which restrained them from

discussing anyone who came under the name of friend.

Berenice was unfortunate in her disposition. She was not by nature

honest or sincere, and she could not conceive of another's being so.

When Erma and Mellie had refused to listen to her suspicions, she

attributed not to their high sense of honor, but rather that they were

deceiving her and would discuss the question between themselves.

Every girl in the hall understood Berenice. They were careful of their

words while in her presence and they never repeated a tale that she

carried to them. Many a time had they taken her to task, but she never

profited by the lessons. When the girls spoke to her plainly, she put

the fault on them instead of upon herself. Gradually the girls let her

go her own way, gave no credence to her words and kept a bridle on

their tongues, when Berenice was within hearing.

Yet, a word dropped here and there, will spring up and bear seed even

though every one about knows it to be but a poisonous weed. Berenice

dropped these seeds in plenty. A word fell here and there, although the

hearers repudiated it, it yet made an impression, before any one was

conscious that it was so. No one could trace the source from which it

sprung, but the impression was strong throughout the hall that Hester

Alden had taken Helen's valuable pin and had hidden it away for months,

then at the first opportunity when Helen was at Exeter, Hester had worn

it home.

Hester, wholly unconscious that her action might be misjudged or that it

should be judged at all, had left the pin at the cottage with Aunt

Debby. She had put it away in her own tiny bedroom. A feeling of pride

had restrained her from wearing it at school. The other girls wore pins

which were not make-believes and Hester did not like the idea of the odd

metal and cut glass.

"Aunt Debby told me it was just a cheap little pin," she said to herself

as she placed it away. "I shall always keep it because it was my

mother's, but I shall not wear it. I do not feel just right wearing

something which pretends to be something else."

When Hester returned to school Monday morning, more than one pair of

eyes looked eagerly for her coming. Erma and Mellie were hoping that she

would come in with the pin boldly in evidence, and thus put to rout the

rumors which had crept into the hall. Berenice, too, watched for

Hester's coming with a wholly different motive.

"If Hester Alden comes in to class and wears the pin when Helen is

present, then of course nothing can be said. I shall believe it then

that Helen found the pin and allowed Hester to wear it. But if Hester

comes back without it, I shall draw my own conclusions, and I shall feel

justified in doing so."

She did not dare to say this to Mellie, Erma, or the older girls. It was

to Emma she spoke, and Emma being youngest of all, and new to school

life, listened and believed.

Hester was expected on the eight o'clock car. It was not by chance that

some of the girls lingered in the main hall at the time of her coming.

Marshall from the office window, saw the car coming in the distance and

went down to the triangle to carry up Hester's baggage. The group of

girls saw him and moved nearer to the door.

"The car is coming. Hester will be on it," said Berenice. Erma was in

the little group. At the tone in Berenice's voice, Erma flushed. Like a

flash there came to her a conception of the part she was playing in

this. If she were Hester Alden's friend, she had no right to question

her action and no right to wait at the door to find proof of her perfidy

or her honesty. Erma raised her head proudly, "I think I shall not wait

here. I shall see Hester later. The dear old honeysuckle that she is! I

shall be glad to have her back. I missed her dreadfully these two days."

She turned her back on the group and was about to walk away when Mellie

moved forward and slipped her hand in Erma's arm. "I shall go with you,"

she said. Others, grasping the situation more clearly than they had

before, followed the example of Erma. So it was, that only Berenice and

two of the younger girls waited at the doorway.

But a few moments they stood there, when the door opened and Marshall

ushered Hester into the hall.

"I shall take this case directly to your room, Miss Alden," said

Marshall.

"Thank you, Marshall," cried Hester. She was her gay, bright self after

her visit with Aunt Debby. Her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks

bright. She turned to the girls who stood waiting for her. Ignorant of

the motive which had brought them here to meet her, she greeted them

affectionately.

"It was lovely of you girls to come down here to meet me. I had a lovely

time with Aunt Debby. Yet I am glad to get back to school."

While she had been speaking, she had drawn off her gloves and had thrown

back her coat. The girls had given no response to her greeting, but

stood with their eyes fixed upon her. The exclamation which Berenice

gave sounded much like one of exultation; for Hester Alden was not

wearing a pin.

Hester felt conditions about her. She gave the three girls a quick

hurried glance as though to grasp the intangible something which she

felt. Then she continued her way down the corridor. Berenice was not

easily offended. Catching step with Hester, she walked with her.

"Did you lose your pin, Hester?" she asked. "You had such a pretty pin

on when you left school Saturday morning. I noticed at once that you

didn't have it on now. Do you suppose you lost it?"

"No, I did not. I left it home purposely."

"Indeed. If I had such a pin I am sure I would wear it. There are only

one or two girls in school who have diamonds. If I had a pin with a

diamond in it, I am sure I'd be only too anxious to wear it."

"But that did not happen to be a diamond. It is a very cheap little pin

which belonged to Aunt Debby--that is, it belonged to me, and I'd rather

keep it than wear it."

Berenice gave her shoulders a shrug, lowered her eyelids until her eyes

looked like little beads. She would prove to the girls that what she had

said was true. Every one of Hester's friends had heard the report but

had refused to discuss it. Erma laughed in derision at the mention of

it. "Oh, you silly thing," she cried, "to come to me with such a story.

Don't I know Hester better than that."

And Mellie, Mame, Renee, and Sara stopped the tale-bearers in their

story. Yet while they tried to be true, in the heart of each one was a

doubt. Had they not seen the pin many times? Had it not disappeared

weeks and weeks ago; and had they not seen Hester wear it home, and that

when Helen was absent? Proof was brought before them and they tried to

ignore it. They tried to strengthen themselves in their position by

believing that Helen had found the pin and had neglected to tell them.

Hester's friends would have let the matter pass, giving her the benefit

of a doubt, but there was in school a different set who were easily

influenced and stood ready to believe anything that was told them. This

set with Berenice as instigator, took it upon themselves to ostracize

Hester.

It was the custom of the students to loiter in the parlor after dinner,

gathering about in groups. Someone talked; others drew about the piano;

while others arm in arm walked up and down in confidential talk. One

evening as Hester joined one of these groups, the talk ceased. There was

an attempt to resume it, but it was fruitless. The group scattered,

leaving Hester alone. This occurred several times. Hester was not

supersensitive; neither was she dull. She knew that something had gone

amiss, and that she had purposely been snubbed. But not by so much as a

glance did she show that she was conscious of the treatment. She

lingered a few moments longer, made a pretense of playing a piece and

then went to her room and took up her books.

"They will not treat me so a second time," she said to herself. "They'll

never have the satisfaction of knowing that I observed them."

It was all very well to speak bravely, but the sting was deep. She had

determination and pluck enough not to bewail. She took up her lessons

and vented her energy in getting them out.

She was not alone in observing the conduct of the younger set. The girls

of her own hall had also seen what had taken place.

Not in this alone, did the younger girls express themselves. At

recreation hour, which followed the evening study period, they were

accustomed to gather in little groups in one of the rooms. At these

times, the chafing-dish was brought into use, and the air was heavy with

the odor of chocolate. By contriving, the younger set managed that

Hester no longer made one of the party.

One evening, Erma and Mame took the girls to task on this matter. Emma

and Louise expressed themselves strongly. Hester had been guilty of the

greatest dishonesty and they meant to cut her dead.

"Are you taking it upon yourself to mete out judgment?" asked Mellie

gently. "I should scarcely feel myself equal to such a great work. You

are not sure that Hester is guilty. You are surmising. Who knows but

Helen found the pin."

"I know," exclaimed Berenice. "I took it upon myself to ask her."

"You must have had--" Erma began with some show of feeling, but stopped

herself suddenly and laughed instead. What was the use in turning the

matter into a tragedy. "Well, if you begin to cut people, you little

freshmen, bear in mind that other girls can do the same. Hester is my

friend and will continue to be. If she is not treated as I am treated,

then I am treated badly."

"It's a case of love me, love my dog, is it?" asked Berenice.

"It's a case of treat my friends as you treat me. If Hester is not at

the next fudge party, then you may expect me to leave and furthermore,

you need expect no invitation to any spreads that I have anything to do

with."

She went her way. The younger girls shrugged their shoulders. It was

considered very fine to be entertained by the seniors and to be accepted

by them as friends. The freshmen who had been so favored did not wish to

forgo these joys. On the other hand, they did not like the idea of

giving up their independence and running at the beck and call of any

senior.

Berenice's words about asking Helen in regard to finding the pin, had

put Erma's convictions to rout. She tried to comfort herself in the

thought that Berenice was not always reliable in her statements. It was

sorry comfort at the best. A heroic course then presented itself to

Erma. The thought no sooner presented itself to her than she determined

to put it into play.

"This evening after study hour, I intend making some hot chocolate.

Marshall shall buy me some nice fresh wafers when he goes down the

street."

"Thank you, I shall be there," said Mame.

"No, you shall not. That is what I wish to speak to you about. The

moment the half-hour bell rings, I wish you to go down to Hester Alden's

room and I wish you to keep her there until I call to you and her to

come. But not for worlds must you let her know that there has been

anything premeditated about the affairs."

"Oh, not for the worlds," said Mame. "I do not quite grasp your idea,

but I'll do as I am told though I die for it."

"You'll not die, Mamie. The good die young, so I see a long, long life

for you. You will be rewarded for your goodness. I shall save the

biggest cup for you and I'll fill it twice without so much as your

hinting."

"I am your servant from henceforth. Two cups of cocoa to be had not for

the asking, and big cups at that."

Promptly at the recreation hour, Mame hurried off to see Hester. There

was something she wished done for the paper and Hester wrote so

beautifully. Helen went away and left them. The sound of voices came up

to them from Fifty-four.

"Erma asked me to come down for some hot chocolate," suggested Hester.

But Mame refused to take the hint.

"Yes, she asked me too. She'll call us when it's ready. She knows that I

am up here. Now, about this editorial. I'd rather write a novel than an

editorial any time. In novels, something may be done; but in editorials,

one must just think. Would you say this, Hester?"

She began her reading on an abstract subject which was a theme worthy of

a logician and Hester was compelled to listen.

Meanwhile, down in Fifty-four, a number of girls had gathered. Erma was

making good use of the chafing-dish while Renee was passing salt wafers

and blanched almonds. Erma was laughing merrily, as she poured the

cocoa. In the midst of her activities her brooch fell from her collar on

to the table.

"Good thing, I heard it," she exclaimed, drawing the attention of the

entire room to it. "If I had dropped it in the hall or on the campus, I

might never have found it, just as you did, Helen. You never found your

pin did you?"

"No," said Helen. Her reply was given curtly as though her mind were on

other matters.

"I told you so," cried Berenice with a show of exultation, looking from

one girl to another. They had become suddenly quiet at Helen's reply.

"I told you so," she repeated. Then turning to Helen, she continued. "I

can tell you where it is. I saw it and so did several of the others. But

they are afraid to tell."

"Not afraid," said Mellie gently. "Fear was not what kept us silent."

"Hester Alden knows where it is," continued Berenice. "While you were at

Exeter, Hester went home. I met her in the hall and walked with her to

the triangle. I saw the pin on her tie. It was partly hidden by the ends

of her tie. When she came back, she did not have it with her. I was not

the only girl who saw it. They all feel as I do about it. Hester Alden

took your pin."

She looked about the room with an air of malicious triumph. What could

the girls do or say now? The gauntlet had been thrown down and they

could not fling it back. It must lie there, for Hester could not be

defended. Gentle, soft-spoken Mellie arose to the occasion. "I hope you

are happy now, Berenice," she said. "But I do not see how you can be

after such an act. You have deliberately done what you could to ruin

Hester's reputation and what have you gained by it? Nothing at all,

except those who have heard, care just a little less for you."

During these remarks, Helen had sat silent on a heap of cushions piled

high on the floor. At Berenice's first words, she had grown pale but she

listened without a word. What could she say or do? While Mellie spoke,

she decided the course she would take. If the girls misunderstood her

meaning, well and good. She loved Hester. It was a queer worthless sort

of love which would make no show of sacrifice for its object. She

reasoned thus while Mellie was speaking. Then she looked from one girl

to the other.

"What startling things you say, Berenice. What pin have you reference

to?"

"Your heirloom with the diamond in it?"

"Oh, that," with an air of assumed indifference. "Is that the one that

you have in mind? Yes, I found that three weeks ago. Where do you think

I found it?" She looked about at the girls, but gave them no opportunity

to answer. "I found it in a little box along with some other trinkets.

The box had been put on the closet floor and got pushed back in the

corner. I was hunting about for some hooks and eyes and came across it

quite by accident."

A sigh of relief was felt. The girls had been sitting with every muscle

rigid. Now, they relaxed and a buzz of laughter and talk began. Berenice

was far more discerning than the other girls there. Something in Helen's

manner was beyond her comprehension.

"Did you really know then that Hester Alden had your pin and was wearing

it?"

Helen nodded brightly as she replied. No one noticed that she ignored

the second question that Berenice had put to her.

"Why, certainly, I knew that Hester had it. You take up very strange

ideas, Berenice. I'd put Hester and the pin from your mind from this

minute. I give you my word of honor that I knew that Hester had the

pin."

Erma laughed delightfully. Her voice ran the scale and came back with an

echo of triumph in it. Her plan had succeeded beyond her most sanguine

expectations.

"I have forgotten the girls," she said, "and the cocoa almost gone."

Going to the hall, she called to Sixty-two. "Hester Alden, are you and

Mame going to stay there all night? The bell will ring in a few moments,

and you will have no chocolate."

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