FORGING AHEAD
Venture troop over in Franklin was making such rapid strides in good
scouting that Captain Clark, of True Tred, had reason to warn her troop
members to look to their laurels. The advantage of having only one
afternoon each week, Saturday, free, rather than being able to plan for
any afternoon, seemed to have a stimulating effect, resulting in highly
concentrated effort.
Realizing the advantage this movement was bringing to their employees,
the directors of the Franklin mills had at last listened to the
importunities of Molly Cosgrove, their welfare worker, and the
establishment of a cafeteria for the girls' lunchtime was now assured.
And Mrs. Cosgrove was going to direct it!
"Now I'll tell you, Molly," insisted this very popular and good-natured
lady. "I'll need some one to handle the cash register, and why can't I
have Rose for that neat little piece of work? She's not rugged enough
for work in a factory, and you know how splendidly she has turned out.
When we first took that child in, without any training and nothing but
the inheritance of an honorable disposition, I had my own fears. But I
tell you, after all, to be born with character is a wonderful start."
"Indeed it is, Mother," and Molly laughed outright at the well-aimed
compliment that sprang back and hit the mother "square in the eyes."
With her arm thrown around her mother's neck, Molly admitted her own
inheritance in that line had been guaranteed. "It's going to be a
wonderful thing for the girls," went on their captain. "The
Americanization plan of the scouts is admitted the best we have yet
tried out. You should see how eagerly they study now, and how well
filled the night classes are! And slang has already been checked up as
foolish. Really, Madre mia, I almost fear for our own fortunate
American-born classes when I see those of foreign extraction making
such progress."
"It is splendid, but after all, daughter, we know America best. How are
you making out with the plans of bringing the Brodix family back? I
will be glad for Rose's sake when they can be all together again."
"Our superintendent, Mr. Potter, has made inquiries about the standing
of both father and son, and they have excellent records," replied
Molly. "We hope, of course, the mother won't have to go into the
factory again."
"And Rose found that little cottage she was so in love with will be all
fixed up by next month. I'll tell you, daughter, your dad will have to
hustle to beat you and me, I'm thinking," and with pardonable pride the
mother, who had often been termed "Chief of Franklin police," went on
with the mending of socks and thrifty patching of fresh clean
undergarments.
"I am convinced now the child is cured of her worries," added Molly.
"For a time I fancied she was unhappy with us, but now, since she
expects her folks back, I almost have to hold her in from buying new
furniture and fancy fixings. She is so enthused with the idea of having
a real home."
"That's her Americanization sprouting," replied the mother, "but you
haven't said what you thought of the plan of making her my cashier."
"Just the thing, of course. I thought you understood that. I'll speak
to Miss Nellson to-morrow. To-night we have our first tests. I am
anxious to learn how my Venture Troop makes out. Rose has been a
faithful little leader."
So it was that broad, generous daylight was breaking in on the
anxieties Rose had been suffering from, and almost all her real worries
were being dispelled--all but the fear that Tessie might be found
guilty of taking that ticket money!
Also the memory of the lost badge never ceased to torment the girl who
had so unfortunately handed it over to Tessie with her own modest purse
on that eventful night when they both turned away from the
much-despised millend of Flosston. It was Rose who gave Margaret
Slowden the bunch of roses, we remember, on the occasion of the second
presentation of the badge of merit, and it was Rose who wrote that
anonymous note to Margaret only a few weeks ago.
Returning from a very dull day at her work, with some cheer at the
prospect of an evening at Scout Headquarters, Rose was delighted to
receive two letters at the post-office. One was from her brother, who
wrote in a happy strain, replying to his sister's inquiries concerning
the family's return to Pennsylvania. Both he and his father had been
offered their old places back in the Flosston mills, as the labor union
had adjusted its difficulties, he wrote, but a better offer had been
made from the Franklin mills, and this they had decided to accept. So
the Brodix family would not only return, but would take up their places
under improved conditions.
"And we will have the dear little old house with all the vines and
flowers! Won't mother and father love it!" thought Rose. Two of the
girls passing at that moment guessed correctly when they remarked:
"Good news in that letter. Sure thing!" for Rose was so occupied with
her mail she never noticed the friends passing.
The second letter was from Tessie, as we may have surmised, for it was
written two evenings earlier, posted on the day in the evening and
therefore had that evening arrived in Franklin. With some anxiety Rose
tore open the envelope, and was surprised to see how good quality of
the paper upon which the letter was written. A faint scent of perfume
added to the pleasant effect, and for a moment Rose was almost
bewildered at the change in Tessie's form of correspondence. Could she
have seen the circumstances under which the note was written, however
her puzzle would have been solved, for the maid's room in the home of
Jacqueline Douglass was fitted up with correct stationery for its
occupant.
Scanning quickly through the brief note, Rose read that Tessie "had a
wonderful place" and if only she knew how Dagmar (Rose) was getting
along there would be hardly anything left to worry about.
"I have written to mother," the note continued, and Rose marvelled at
the choice of English, "and some day very soon I am going straight back
to Flosston. But there is one big thing I have to do first." (She did
not hint it was the refunding of that scout money she must attend to.)
"Then, dear old chum, I am coming to have the dandiest reunion with
you, you have ever dreamed of! As you see, I have learned a lot of new
words--so maybe you won't understand me. Better borrow some one's
dictionary and be ready for your swell old pal--Tessie."
"Oh, what a lovely surprise!" Rose could not help exclaiming. "Now I
can tell Molly," and only the fact that Molly Cosgrove had gone out
early to get ready for tests prevented Rose from immediately putting
that resolution into effect.
"But I won't tell Mrs. Cosgrove first," she decided. "It seems more
upright to confide in my scout captain."
"You look as if some one had left you a lot of money, Rose," Mrs.
Cosgrove joked, as the girl fairly danced around, preparing for her
evening at headquarters. "Good news from home, I guess."
"Yes, splendid!" exclaimed Rose. "The folks are all coming back and
they have promised not to bring any of the old furniture except the
brasses. You know, father's brass candlesticks and flagon are as
precious to us as family silver plate is to Americans."
"Oh, I know. Molly is always trying to get a samovar. But your folks,
not being Russian, do not use that sort of teapot."
"No, ours is much simpler, but of course I think it is prettier. Well,
you know how much I thank you, Mrs. Cosgrove. This house has been
like--like a boarding-school to me!" Rose exclaimed, her voice heavy
with sincerity.
"That's a fine idea!" and Mrs. Cosgrove laughed heartily. "I never
thought of this being a girls' seminary, but if I wasn't so busy with
my cafeteria I might take up the question," she concluded. It was not
yet time to inform Rose she was to be made cashier of the girls'
lunchroom, so that good news was for the moment withheld.
But somehow joy permeated the whole atmosphere, and even at the tests
Rose's cheeks fairly burned with suppressed excitement.