FIELD DAY
IT was one day just at the beginning of the year's finals that Janet
met Lee harrying through the corridor on her way to Phelps 7 with
Mascot in her arms.
"Where in the world are you going with that cat?" she asked.
"I'm going to take him with me to exam," Lee answered.
"Lee Penrose, are you really?"
"Truly I am. He is so good-natured that he will keep perfectly still,
if I hold him in my lap."
"But why such a frivolous performance at such a serious time? I thought
you were worried over your biology."
"So I am. That is why I am taking this furry old dear with me. What's
the use of having a mascot if you can't make use of it at critical
times like this?" grumbled Lee.
"I'd like to see Professor Weatherby's face if he catches sight of him."
"Well, if you happen to be looking, you will see. You will be there,
won't you?"
"Certainly I shall be there."
"I'm going to sit very far back. Come take a place by me, Janet, and
keep me in countenance."
"I shall do nothing of the kind. Your sins be upon your own head. What
are you going to do if Professor Weatherby brings you up standing? I
should think you had been deprived of about as many privileges as your
record will stand."
"Oh, if he discovers me, there will be nothing to do but tell him
the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and let him say whether
I have not a perfectly legitimate right to use Mascot as a means to
a good end. I don't want to fail, and if there is anything that can
prevent it, whether philosophical or superstitious, I'll employ the
means. Mascot represents superstition to be sure, but my own stand in
believing that good is in all things makes up for my philosophical
attitude."
"Tell that to Professor Weatherby and see what he says."
"I think you might give the sustaining influence of your friendly
presence, Janet," said Lee, wheedlingly.
"No, I shall be of no use in the carrying out of your philosophy.
Mascot is for the good of the whole class and I'll profit just as much
by my position at the other end of the room as if I were to sit next
you."
"That is a mean advantage to take of my sacrifice for common good. I
didn't think you, Janet Ferguson, would be willing to share a benefit
and avoid the risks."
"Go and get Cordelia," said Janet; "she is always ready for anything in
the way of an innovation."
"You know Mascot is always good with you. You have a soporific
influence upon him, a sort of Mrs. Winslow's soothing syrup effect, and
that is why I particularly want you to be near at hand."
But Janet was obdurate. "I would be a pretty president," she said, "if
I were to do anything that would bring reproof from the faculty at this
juncture. I must maintain such dignity as I have because of what is
expected of me, otherwise, Lee, I wouldn't mind, I must confess."
"Oh, all right then," said Lee. "Come, Mascot, you are beginning to
wriggle. I'm afraid you are going to be obstreperous. If you happen to
get one of your contrary attacks, I don't know what I am to do to keep
you from prancing all over the place."
"Put him in a valise or basket or something," suggested Janet. "I'd
provide some bits of food to stop his mouth if he begins to cry. I'd
chain him to the handle of whatever you put him in. You can leave the
lid open and he will keep quiet, I think. I've seen persons travel with
cats carried in that way."
"I'll do it," declared Lee. "Your suggestion is worth something if your
rashness isn't." And she walked off carrying Mascot under her arm.
Janet heard a protesting meow from the cat as the two disappeared.
A half hour later all was quiet in Phelps 7. Nothing was heard but the
scratching of pens and the rattling of paper as the anxious students
struggled through their task. Professor Weatherby gave notably hard
examinations and even the most persistent "grind" felt shaky. Presently
the silence was broken by a plaintive wail from the back of the room.
Every head was instantly raised. There was not a girl present who did
not recognize Mascot's voice.
Professor Weatherby looked up and frowned, then rose and slowly paced
down the aisle. In the back row sat Lee, her long skirts covering the
valise in which crouched Mascot greedily devouring the bits of chicken
which Lee had provided as a means of stopping any demonstrations on his
part. Having comfortably lunched, the surfeited little beast would curl
up and sleep comfortably in the straw "telescope" in which he had been
conveyed to the room.
Professor Weatherby made his rounds, observed nothing and returned to
his desk. Lee's red Cheeks and the twinkling smile of triumph which
played around her mouth failed to betray her. For a moment, Janet
was completely demoralized and the words on her paper danced before
her eyes. Then she caught sight of Charity Shepherd in front of her,
industriously plying her fountain pen and oblivious to all save the
matter in hand, so Janet braced by this example, nerved herself against
further interruption and went on with her work, completing it just as
the hour was up.
Lee slipped out before any one else, and Janet saw her hurrying down
the corridor lugging her basketful of cat.
"Lee," she called, "Lee Penrose, wait."
But Lee did not pause till she was safely outside the building. There
Janet found her sitting on the lower step.
"Well," said Janet, "how did he behave?"
"Beautifully for a while," returned Lee; "then he got restless. When he
began to howl, I thought my last hour had come, but I surreptitiously
fed him chicken sandwiches till I thought he would burst. I never
knew a cat with such a capacity, and the worst of it is, that I
spent my last penny on the sandwiches and my meal ticket has run
out. That's what one gets for sacrificing herself to the good of her
fellow creatures. I don't doubt but that the entire class will pass a
brilliant examination because of Mascot. In spite of having to divide
my attention between Mascot and my paper, I am pretty sure that I came
through all right. How about you, Janet?"
"I think I did fairly well, though when I heard that heart-rending
meow, I thought nothing would save me. Only the sight of Charity
Shepherd applying her conscience to her daily need gave me stamina
enough to go on. Since you have so nobly thrown yourself into the
breach, Lee, there is one thing I can do and that is to stand between
you and starvation. Come, we'll go to Burton's and have a sumptuous
lunch."
"Janet," cried Lee, "you have saved my life. Help me to tote Mascot
back to his lair, and I'll show you how generously I can appreciate
your invitation."
"We must certainly have Mascot in evidence on Field Day," said Janet as
the two girls sat eating their ice cream. "I think that will certainly
be allowable."
"Of course," returned Lee. "What's the good of having a mascot, if he
can't be placed on exhibition at such times."
"It will be our last chance, too," sighed Janet.
"Yes, by all means let us have him on the field. We'll go get some
ribbons for him on our way home. He must be brave in the class colors."
"You might lead him at the head of the class," suggested Lee. "He shall
have a splashing bow on his collar and a long ribbon by which he can be
led. Won't he look fine? We will be very impressive with our mascot."
The plan was highly approved by the rest of the class, and was carried
out as far as possible. On the morning of Field Day, the seniors
marched with banners waving and colors flying, Janet heading the
procession with Mascot daintily stepping along and quite the envy of
all the under classmen. To be sure Mascot sat down once or twice, and
Janet had to coax him to make him go on. He was rather erratic, too, in
his methods of procedure, but all went fairly well while he was within
the bounds of his familiar haunts. Once outside he made an obstinate
stand, set up a dismal howl and refused to behave with the docility
expected of him. So in desperation, Janet picked him up and carried him
into the gymnasium. There the limit of his endurance was reached, for
just as all were seated Mascot made a wild dash for freedom. The ribbon
which held him was suddenly jerked out of Janet's hand and she saw a
gray streak clashing across the floor.
A cheer went up from the juniors to whose side he had fled. He was
caught by Jessie Turner and held aloft in triumph. There was a buzz
of: "The seniors' mascot has come to our side! Good luck for us! Three
cheers for 1904!" and so on.
For a moment, the seniors and sophomores were staggered. It was so
evident a desertion on the part of Mascot. "And so much depends upon
the attitude of mind," said Charity Shepherd, really concerned for the
success of her class.
Mascot's struggles did not allow Jessie to hold him long under control,
though she kept a firm hold upon the long ribbon and it seemed for
a time as if he must be fairly captured. He was not easily quieted,
however, for at each approach of Jessie's or any of her classmates
he turned with a fizz of "Keh-h-h!" And showed his teeth, savagely
growling.
Then in spite of Jessie's efforts to hold him, he tugged at the string
till she was obliged to follow him as he dashed around the gallery,
frantic to escape. Jessie still retained her hold while he led her a
chase up and down the gallery and finally he rushed over to the other
side.
Then Janet watched her chance. Every girl was on her feet and the
seniors held their breath. It would be worse than failure to allow
their well-beloved Mascot to be retained as a captive, and the
excitement was intense. Janet stepped out to meet the on-coming pair,
the hunter and the hunted. She felt in her little chatelaine bag for
a small penknife, and, as Mascot raced past, with a deft movement she
caught the ribbons that held him and cut them through.
Mascot, now free, ran to the end of the gallery, leaped upon the
railing and sat there. At the first symptom of an outburst from the
excited students, the now thoroughly frightened creature began to look
about wildly, and Janet approached him cautiously.
"Kitty, kitty, poor Mascot," she said softly stroking his bristling fur.
He looked up into her face, gave a piteous meow and allowed her to pick
him up.
She gathered him into her arms and as she walked back to her place she
said: "Don't cheer, please," for she saw the sophomores making ready to
give their yell. She took her seat amid a soft clapping of hands, and,
holding Mascot by the collar, she succeeded at last in stroking him
into a serene frame of mind.
[Illustration: SHE CAUGHT THE RIBBONS AND CUT THEM THROUGH.]
Then the players went on with their basketball. First victory for
the juniors, then a steady increase in the gains of the seniors till
triumphantly they retired from the field. All of Janet's friends
crowded around her. She had succeeded in so quieting Mascot that he
purred in her arms, and resented none of the attentions bestowed upon
him by the victorious seniors. Had he not been fondled and fed by each
one of them for over three years?
It was only when strangers approached, that he became restless, and
considering that his nerves had received more than an ordinary shock
that day, Janet concluded to take him back at the end of the first game.
"Positively his last appearance upon any stage," she announced as she
held him high for a moment. "He retires from public office upon this
auspicious occasion."
As she bore him away, there arose three cheers for Mascot from the
enthusiastic sophomores, but Mascot was then safe within the familiar
precincts of Hopper Hall, and made no demonstration beyond a sudden
clutching of Janet's sleeve with his curved claws.
"You are the only girl I ever saw who had a knife sharp enough to cut
anything at one fell blow," said Lee as she attended Janet to Hopper
Hall. "How on earth did you come by it?"
"My brother Stuart gave it to me the last time he was here," Janet told
her. "I had lost mine and he made me a parting present of this."
"It saved the day," declared Lee, "for Jessie would have held on like
grim death rather than let Mascot get back to us. Poor little dear he
was so scared," she softly stroked the cat's head, "but it certainly
gave an added excitement to the morning. I was afraid the faculty would
be wrathy, but they really behaved very well."
Janet laughed. "I'd like one of them to hear your superior tone,
Professor Weatherby, for example."
"Don't mention him to me," said Lee; "it gives me cold creeps whenever
I think of that last exam. No more of those forevermore. Do you dare
look for any honors, Janet?"
"Not I. If I get through with a modest number of fair exams, I shall
be satisfied. No fellowships nor anything of that kind for this young
person. I leave brilliant records for individuals like you."
"Oh, dear," said Lee, "I don't expect to do more than squeeze through.
Cordelia is the only one, then, who may look for great things."
"Cordelia probably will take honors," said Janet, "and I shouldn't
wonder if Charity did, too."
"Shall we take Mascot this afternoon?" asked Lee.
"No, I think he may be spared any more excitement. We are sure of
tennis; the others can't touch us, so there is no use in repeating this
morning's performance."
But once more did Mascot appear in public that year, and that was on
Class Day when Cordelia read the class will and bequeathed the gray cat
to the sister class.
Then while Janet held him, he was divested of his big bow of pink
and brown and, with much ceremony, was dressed up in the sophomore
colors. Then he was handed over to Madge Ostrom, the president of the
sophomores and was borne away in triumph. Yet it must be said that this
relinquishing of possession caused more than one pang to the members of
the senior class.
"It is the beginning of the end," sighed Lee to Janet as the latter
resumed her seat. "How much we shall be giving up."
"And how much we shall be gaining," returned Janet cheerfully. "Think
of the lovely feeling of having your mother always close at hand, and
the comfortable knowledge that you can have whatever you want to eat,
not to mention the bliss of sleeping late in the mornings, when you are
sleepy, without thinking of chapel."
"There are compensations," admitted Lee.
"How lovely some of our girls look to-day," said Janet. "What could be
sweeter than our lassies?"
"Molasses," returned Lee promptly.
And Janet almost laughed outright though Charity was at that moment
reading a solemn composition in the form of an ode, which, as Janet
said afterward, made her feel as if it were not worth while to take any
view of life except the old one that they had come to call "the worm's
eye view." She lapsed into quite a pensive mood and sat wondering what
duties and sorrows lay in the life before her.
Lee, however, speedily recovered her spirits, and vowed that she should
allow no one to dwell upon the future, so that because of her gayety no
merrier seniors ever enlivened Class Day.