YOUNG HEARTS
Never before in all their rather adventurous lives had the Outdoor
Girls been so thrilled. It seemed incredible to them that their Old
Maid of the Mountains whom they had befriended out of pity should turn
out to be the heroine of such a genuine romance.
As for the little old lady herself, she professed an eager desire to
get back to the city, and although she gave as her reason a natural
wish to have legal matters in regard to her dead brother’s will
settled, the girls knew that in reality she was hoping to meet James
Barton, the wronged lover, of her younger days.
As soon as it was settled that Isabella Weeks was to return to the
city, there to occupy a small apartment until she should secure a more
suitable home, the girls lost all interest in their camp. They had
about decided to return to Deepdale with the old lady when the latter
herself settled the question for them.
Allen had returned to town, intent upon carrying out his promise to
find James Barton, if such a thing were possible. But the other boys
had remained with the girls at the camp, thinking that since the latter
were planning to return to Deepdale so soon anyway, they, the boys,
might wait so all could go together.
They were up at her cabin one day soon after the breaking of the news.
Isabella Weeks suddenly turned to the girls, a wistful expression on
her sweet old face.
“I have a favor to ask of you,” she said, and paused, while the puzzled
girls waited for her to go on. “I wonder,” said the old lady after a
moment, “if you would take pity on an old woman and help her find a
pretty little home somewhere----”
The girls did not wait for her to finish. Ardently they hugged her,
assuring her that there was nothing in the world they would like better
than to help her.
“We wanted to ask you to let us,” said Amy, taking one old hand in
hers and patting it gently, “but we thought you might think we were
interfering----”
“Oh, my dears,” the little old lady replied, with a catch in her
breath, “you could never interfere. Why, everything I have, I owe to
you.”
And though this statement was not quite true, the girls did not think
it worth while to contradict the little lady, for they loved to see her
with that soft flush of excitement on her cheeks and the light of a new
found interest in her eyes.
Thus it came to pass that the girls found themselves in the agreeable
position of escort to the Old Maid of the Mountains and they looked
forward eagerly to their return to Deepdale and the finding of the
“right kind of little home” for their friend.
“It does seem a shame,” Mollie remarked when a few days later they
were clearing up the camp preparatory to leaving for Deepdale the next
morning, “to go home when we still have several weeks of lovely weather
before us.”
“We’ll still have lovely weather in Deepdale,” retorted Grace. “And I,
for one, wouldn’t miss the fun we’re going to have for all the camping
in the world.”
“Nor I,” agreed Betty, adding wistfully: “I do hope Allen can find
James Barton.”
“Oh, I hope so!” echoed Amy fervently. “Miss Weeks has so set her heart
on finding him that it will be a terrible blow if he fails to turn up.”
“What I’m afraid of,” said Mollie, with a dark frown while she
carefully folded an extra blanket, “is that this old lover of hers is
dead. After all these years it would be hardly possible that he’s
still alive. Allen said he was several years older than our old lady,
and she’s pretty old.”
“Goodness! don’t be so gloomy,” protested the Little Captain. “I’m not
going to believe anything like that until I have to.”
The next morning, ably assisted by the boys, the girls got their
paraphernalia aboard the _Gem_. It was a glorious morning, a fact for
which they were profoundly grateful. The trip would be hard enough on
the little old lady, under the most favorable circumstances, and bad
weather would be sure to complicate matters.
However, luck was on their side and they accomplished the journey
without the slightest mishap. The engine of the _Gem_ was working
beautifully, with the result that they made record time.
Once the little boat was made fast to the dock at Deepdale Betty rushed
up to her house, explained to her understanding and sympathetic mother
about the old lady, and then, backing her little roadster out of the
garage, rushed back to the dock again.
Then she drove off with the old lady, leaving the boys and the other
girls to attend to the _Gem_ and the disposal of its cargo. For Betty,
like the Little Captain she was, had decided to take the Old Maid of
the Mountains to her own home until she and the other girls should have
a chance to find the ideal home for the little old lady.
Mrs. Nelson welcomed her guest with her usual warm kindliness and,
seeing that Miss Weeks was nearly exhausted from the unusual exertion
of the morning, hurried her off to bed, promising to have “something
hearty” sent up on a tray.
To Isabella Weeks it was untold luxury to be so fussed over and cared
for. She tried several times to express her gratitude, but emotion so
choked her that the words would not come.
Once when Betty was starting to leave the room, she caught at the
girl’s hand, pressing it for a moment to her withered old cheek.
“I was right,” she murmured. “Your mother is very lovely, dear child;
and you are just like her.”
Then followed days of house hunting and furniture selection that were
pure joy to the Outdoor Girls. Although the little old lady was too
frail to go with them on their shopping trips, each evening they talked
over the adventures of the day with her, telling her just what they had
bought and submitting long lists, with the price opposite each article,
for her inspection.
They found exactly the right kind of house, a little four-room
bungalow with a broad, low porch and window boxes in every window. This
they furnished gayly with wicker and cretonne and comfortable cushions
heaped up everywhere.
When it was all ready--complete even to the maid with white cap and
apron--they proudly bore the old lady to her new home, triumphantly
exhibiting the results of their work.
The old lady seemed completely carried away with delight. And so they
were taken totally unawares when after an inspection of the four
rooms the owner of the pretty bungalow dropped into a deep-seated,
gayly-cushioned chair and, covering her face with her hands, began to
weep silently.
Disconcerted, utterly bewildered, the girls stared at her. But suddenly
the little old lady lifted a face to them that was radiant through the
tears.
“Don’t be alarmed, my dears,” she said, in her quaint, wistful way.
“I’m not ill. I don’t believe joy ever made any one ill, do you?”
“Not ever in the world!” answered the Little Captain, happily.
Days followed during which the girls were almost always with Isabella
Weeks. Through all the red tape of legal procedure she insisted on
their presence. And though her health seemed to improve daily, owing
to good food and good care and lack of worry, the girls noticed that
she was restless and uneasy, seeming always to listen for some one who
did not come.
“She’s waiting for James Barton,” thought Betty, adding softly: “I hope
we hear good news from Allen soon.”
Betty heard from the young lawyer nearly every day, but he gave no
assurance that he would be able to locate James Barton. In fact, he was
so noncommittal about the result of his search that the girls finally
began to believe the worst.
Then one evening, as Betty read to the old lady and the rest of the
girls lounged about the pretty living room, there was a sudden sounding
of a motor horn from without the house that drew them all to their feet.
The little old lady turned suddenly white, her hand flew to her throat.
Betty, having glanced out the window, came over and laid a quieting
hand on the old lady’s shoulder. One would never have told from Betty’s
voice how her heart was thumping.
“It’s Allen,” she said, softly. “And he has some one with him.”
The next moment the door was flung open and Allen himself stepped
inside the room. Beside him was one of the handsomest old gentlemen
the girls had ever seen. Erect and soldierly in his bearing,
broad-shouldered and ruddy of face, with a mass of curly iron gray
hair, he was the kind of man one instinctively turns and stares after
in the street.
There was a moment of tense silence while the two who had been lovers
in their youth looked deep into each other’s eyes. Then James Barton
started forward, eager hands outstretched.
“Isabella!” he cried. “After all the wasted years I’ve come to you! Are
you glad?”
“Oh, my dear!” the words seemed wrung from the little old lady as she
lifted her face to him. “All my life--I think--I’ve waited for this
moment----”
Stumblingly, eyes blinded by tears, the girls found themselves outside
the house. Somehow Betty’s hand slipped into Allen’s.
“You--you’re wonderful, Allen!” she whispered. “How did you ever do it?”
The young lawyer leaned close to her.
“I promised I would, didn’t I?” said he.
* * * * *
Two weeks later on a gloriously sunshiny morning, within the dim
interior of “the little church around the corner” before the minister
stood a pair of lovers, old in years but possessing the priceless gift
of hearts that will always be young.
The slender, blue-veined hand of the little Old Maid of the Mountains
trembled in the grip of James Barton but her voice was sweet and
resolute as she answered clearly, “I do.”
Back in the pew where four Outdoor Girls and four stalwart lads were
gathered, there sounded a muffled little sob. It was Amy who was crying
and Will quite openly and shamelessly held her hand.
Then gently, as though unconsciously, Allen’s arm stole about
the Little Captain, drawing her close to him. And because of the
warmth about her heart--perhaps because of other reasons too, who
knows?--Betty did not draw away.
THE END
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Transcriber’s Note:
Variations in spelling and hyphenation have been retained as they
appear in the original publication. Punctuation has been standardised.