A Disturbing Message
Hardly realizing the good fortune that had come to them so unexpectedly,
and while they were rejoicing over their letters and the prospects of the
Thanksgiving holidays, with dances in the offing, Arden, Terry, and Sim
saw one of the college messengers making her way toward them through a
throng of other students. For the messengers were young women who, like
the waitresses, were working their way through Cedar Ridge by making
themselves useful to the dean.
"I have a message for you," said this girl, without smiling. She looked
at Arden but included Sim and Terry.
"A message for me?" Arden exclaimed. Could the Pangborn lawyers have sent
the reward money by telegraph already?
"Yes, you three young ladies must report to the dean at once."
"Whew!" faintly whistled Sim.
"What's the idea?" asked Terry.
"I'm sure I don't know," answered the bearer of what was generally
considered ill tidings. "But you had better see her at once."
"Come on!" urged Arden. "Let's get it over with. I had half a mind to go
there, anyhow, and tell her the news."
"Maybe she's heard it already," suggested Terry.
"More likely," suggested Sim gloomily, "she's heard we were trying to
flirt with the good-looking assistant gardener and we're going to be
expelled. If she sends us home, Arden, don't you give her a penny of that
reward money!"
"No!" exclaimed Terry. "Not a cent!"
"Well," said Arden doubtfully, "I don't know----" and then she urged her
two chums on toward the dean's office while little groups of other girls,
among which strange rumors were filtering, watched the three freshmen,
with a variety of expressions.
"Come in," greeted Miss Anklon as Arden knocked. And when Sim and Terry
had filed in behind her it needed but one look at the smiling face of the
dean to let them know they were meeting her on a different footing than
ever before.
"For Tiddy was actually _grinning_!" Sim told some of her friends later.
"Please be seated, young ladies," invited the dean, indicating chairs.
"And, not to make them anxious seats for you, I may say that news of your
good fortune has preceded you here. Mr. Pangborn has just left me and has
told me all about it. I congratulate you, and I hope you will put the
reward money to good use."
In a chorus Arden, Terry, and Sim breathed audibly in relief.
"And about the bell," went on Miss Anklon. "I am sorry if, even remotely,
I suspected you or any of the girls of that trick. I shall make a public
announcement about it. Sufficient to say now that I have dismissed Mr.
Yaeger as gardener and we shall have a new one in a few days. I never
realized what a strange mind he had until Mr. Scott--I should say Mr.
Pangborn--enlightened me."
Arden and her chums began wondering if this was all the dean had summoned
them for--to congratulate them and inform them about old Anson. It was
not in her nature to be thus trifling.
"This is not all that I asked you to come here for," resumed the little
dark-faced dean. "It was to warn you----" Her telephone rang, and she had
to pause at a most critical point as she answered into the instrument,
saying: "I am engaged now. Call me in five minutes." Then to the waiting
three: "I want to warn you not to talk too much about this matter for
publication, for I realize that it must get into the papers and I desire
no unseemly publicity for the college. Also, I wish to caution you about
wildly spending that thousand dollars reward which, Mr. Pangborn informs
me, will soon come to you. I wish----"
"Oh, Miss Anklon!" Arden could not refrain from interrupting, though she
arose and bowed formally as she did so. "Didn't Mr. Pangborn tell you
what we are going to do with the money as soon as we get it?"
"No, he didn't."
"Wasn't that nice of him?" whispered Sim to Terry. "He knew we would get
a kick out of telling for ourselves."
"Why, Miss Anklon," went on Arden, "we have decided, we three, for Terry
and Sim will share the reward with me, we have decided to donate it to
the college."
"To the college?" The dean plainly was startled.
"Yes. To repair the swimming pool."
A momentous silence followed Arden's dramatic announcement, and then the
dean said, "Oh!" and "Ah!" and "Er!" She was plainly taken by surprise
and was as near to being flustered as the girls had ever seen her. But
she found her voice and usual poise in a moment and said, with as much
warmth as she was capable of:
"Why, young ladies, this certainly is most generous of you. I cannot
adequately thank you now. That will come later--more formally and
publicly. But are you sure you want to do this?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Anklon!" answered Sim and Terry together.
"We decided that long ago," added Arden.
"Well, it is indeed fine of you," Miss Anklon said, fussing with the
papers on her desk and not looking at the girls. "You have shown a very
laudable college spirit." The three freshmen smiled a little weakly and
shifted about. "I can be generous, also, young ladies!" the dean remarked
more firmly as she looked at them again. "I think your gift deserves some
immediate recognition. That is--suppose we forget all about your being
campused?" she asked, and smiled disarmingly.
"Oh!" murmured Arden and her chums. For they had felt hampered by the
campus rule even though they had not strictly kept it. Then Arden added:
"Thank you ever so much! We appreciate it ever so much!" And she told
herself: "Hang it, I meant to say 'greatly' in that second sentence." But
the dean smiled again, held up a restraining hand as Terry and Sim
evinced indications of opening up a barrage of thanks, and with a
dismissing gesture said:
"I suppose you will want to tell all your friends the good news. You may
go now, and--I hope you enjoy yourselves!"
"Really, she's human after all!" murmured Sim as the three hurried down
the hall to find anxious girls awaiting them.
Then such talk as buzzed in Cedar Ridge was never known before! Arden,
Terry, and Sim were overwhelmed with questions, and their room resembled
Times Square at a subway rush hour.
"This rates another pantry raid!" declared Toots Everett who, with other
sophomores, came in to congratulate the three.
That second pantry raid was much more successful than the first, which
had, however, ushered in the solution of the orchard secret and the
ending of the peril beneath the gnarled trees.
"Well, here's to our holidays!" exclaimed Arden at the midnight feast,
drinking from a glass of milk in one hand. The other held a piece of pie.
"Long may they wave!" chanted Sim.
"Pass me some chicken," mumbled Terry.
A week later, after many crowded hours, and perhaps it may be said after
as minimum an amount of study as was ever noted in Cedar Ridge, Arden and
her friends were waiting on the station platform at Morrisville for the
train that was to take them home for the Thanksgiving recess.
Jerry Cronin, the taxi-man who had first driven the three to the college,
was sauntering around waiting for a fare. He smiled at the girls, and
they nodded. They knew him better now, for they had frequently used his
car.
"I guess you're glad it's all over," he remarked, coming closer to where
they stood and taking off his cap.
"What?" asked Arden.
"That there orchard business. You know," he was almost whispering now, "I
couldn't tell you about it at first. I dassn't. But I warned you, didn't
I? Here's how it happened. Now that old Yaeger is gone I can tell. I
caught him up to some of his tricks once, making scares and all that. And
once I saw him drive that old black ram into the orchard at night. I
couldn't figure out why, but now I know. That there young gardener told
me. Yaeger was planning some credit for himself.
"Yep, I caught him at it, and when he saw I knew, he threatened that if I
told he'd see that I didn't get any more college taxi trade, so I had to
keep still. But now I'm glad I can tell."
"And we're glad it's over," said Terry.
The girls resumed their own talk as the taxi-man walked away.
"Wasn't it thrilling when Arden gave the dean the reward check!" Sim
exclaimed, her arm through Terry's.
"It certainly was! And wasn't Harry Pangborn nice when he posed for those
newspaper photographers?" Sim inquired.
"Swell!" laughed Arden. "And the party the girls gave us last night in
the gym--lovely! Everything has been just wonderful. I can hardly wait to
get home to tell Mother and Dad all about it. I could write so little in
my letters."
"Don't forget our dance Thanksgiving eve," Sim reminded her chums.
"As if we'd forget--when those nice boys are coming!" exclaimed Arden.
She turned to look at the college. The buildings were outlined by a
glorious red sunset. "I can understand, now, how one becomes attached to
one's Alma Mater. Cedar Ridge _is_ a dear old place," she concluded.
"And to think," murmured Sim, "I wanted to leave it!"
"Oh, well," said Terry, "I can understand. I'd have done the same thing
if I was as crazy as you are, Sim, about being an expert swimmer and
diver. You couldn't help it."
The girls lapsed into silence and looked at the gray stone buildings
standing so bravely in the gleam of the red sun. The chapel spire seemed
to pierce the blue sky and the white clouds now beginning to be tinted
with rainbow colors. Bordmust Hall seemed to peer shyly at the departing
girls from its distant hill. In the window of his official manse, Dr.
Bordmust, recovering from his injury, looked out of a window near which
he was propped up and smiled.
The girls waved friendly hands at him, and he waved in return.
"A jolly gentleman, after all," commented Terry.
"We must call on him when we come back," suggested Arden.
"I suppose we will be coming back," murmured Sim.
"Of course!" exclaimed Arden. "We're going to have a lot more adventures
at Cedar Ridge."
"But I doubt if any will be like the ones we've just finished," laughed
Terry.
That remains to be seen. And those who are curious to learn may do so in
the next book of this Arden Blake mystery series. It will be entitled
_The Mystery of Jockey Hollow_.
The girls walked on.
"Look!" Sim suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the swimming pool soon to be
repaired. Its windows were a glory of red and gold from the setting sun.
"It's doing its best to announce the fact that it will no longer be a
despised vegetable cellar. Oh, girls, I'm so happy!"
"So say we all of us!" chanted Arden.
The puffing train came at last and stood at the station, panting for
breath, it seemed, as if to get up courage to take away so many happy,
laughing, chattering, and joy-bubbling students. As it pulled out of the
station along a row of bare trees, the three freshmen of 513 had a
glimpse of the stone deer of the campus looking at them with startled
eyes.
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Transcriber's note:
--Silently corrected a few typographical errors (but left nonstandard
spelling and dialect as is).
--Rearranged front matter to a more-logical order.