THE LURE OF BOARDING SCHOOL
“And they called you Mary Mears?” repeated Mrs. Corday, with evident
recognition of the girl standing there.
“Yes. Dear mother said I might choose a name; she had chosen hers,”
said Mary faintly.
“That was like her--the dear woman. She was so loving, so gentle,” Mrs.
Corday’s blonde head rested upon the capable hands, the same hands that
for years had guided the destiny of marvellous wardrobes for the women
riders of Corday’s Equine Troupe. Mrs. Corday was plainly overcome.
“And,” she continued presently, “there was not in our troupe, ever, a
woman who could ride like Yvette Duval.”
“Your mother? I often heard dad----”
“Yes, my mother,” said Mary. “But I was ashamed of the circus!”
“Circus!” echoed Mrs. Corday. “Our troupe was no circus. It was as
high class and as sporty as any first class society horse show ever
held!”
Every one laughed; Mary actually smiled.
“And I did so long to be well bred and like other girls,” she murmured.
“I thought, really, that boarding school----”
“Turned the trick,” chirped Gloria, determined to brighten up the
atmosphere. “Well, look at me----”
“And I felt the same way,” admitted Jack. “I just had an idea all I had
to do was to drop in here and--mock the mighty.” She glanced at Trixy
with unfeigned envy.
“Yes,” Mary went on, like one determined to have the worst over, “my
one idea was to get to a fashionable school and forget--the circus. I
had to bring Yvette’s things with me, I had no time to place them in
safety. I put them in a trunk hastily----”
“It was your trunk I opened by mistake!” exclaimed Gloria.
“Yes. And it was my mother’s precious bloodstone that you returned some
time later.”
“It had fallen from the trunk. I just found it----”
“I knew or guessed,” said Mary. “But when I thought to give you a
little keepsake--”
“The runaway necklace!” broke in Jack.
“Yes,” again admitted Mary. “But I didn’t know--”
“Where and how did you ever get it?” asked Mrs. Corday.
“I went to get Yvette’s things,” (the girls noticed how she used the
name instead of “mother,”) “and everything there was in confusion. The
attendants said the manager was very ill.”
“He was,” said the widow, solemnly.
“And it was difficult for me to know just what was--my mother’s,”
continued Mary. “But she had been so proud of her trophies and wanted
me to have every one of them. Her trunk was easy enough to identify but
there were some things in the safe.”
“We always kept the valuables locked in the safe,” explained Mrs.
Corday.
“Finally, I had everything checked up, and was ready to leave when a
queer old man rushed up to me and begged me to take the string of dark
beads.”
“An old man? What did they call him?” asked the woman excitedly.
“Jim, I think. He acted queerly and I thought him--sort of crazy!”
“Jim! Poor old Jim! And he got hold of that precious clue,” murmured
Mrs. Corday. “We never thought of asking Jim. He was only a groom, but
as devoted to Mr. Corday as a big dog--”
“He just begged me to take the beads, he called them,” continued Mary.
“He said an old Indian threatened to murder him for them!”
“There! You see! That was the Turk!” As the Steppy grew more excited
Jack made sure the door was tightly closed. Also she put a reminding
hand on the nervously tapping finger tips. “I know, dear,” agreed the
woman. “But you can’t blame me--”
“I don’t.”
Gloria thought she caught a flush of guilt cross Jack’s face as she now
looked into her stepmother’s face. “Like Mary,” Jack added, “I have
been foolishly ashamed of the circus.”
“Well, if you ever knew what your father’s horses were worth! Why, you
dear little idiot, what do you suppose has made you rich?” asked the
vehement Steppy.
“I’d just hate to know,” parried Jack.
“Well, you were saying, dear,” to Mary, “about poor old Jim?” Mrs.
Corday was not to be denied the story.
“I took the beads to please him. I had no idea they were of any
account. When I reached our home darling mother was--going----”
“And what was the pretty little name she used to call you?” broke in
the woman with kind intentions. “Something like Rosette?”
“Miette,” said Mary. “It means little or crumb in French and is a sort
of pet name for Mary.”
“I remember now. I saw you occasionally,” said the veteran.
“Yes, and when I knew you were coming to see Jack, I actually ran
off to avoid you, I was so afraid of being known as a circus girl,”
admitted Mary a little ironically.
“And you were foolish enough to hide all that interesting history
because you thought all boarding school girls silly!” charged Gloria.
Her admiration for Mary was at last free to assert itself.
“You cured me!” Mary said, now beaming upon the younger girl. “When you
brought Jane here and installed her as head nurse----”
“She cured _me_ in more ways than one,” added Jack slyly. “No one
in all of Altmount could possibly have been as silly as--Jacquinot
Corday!”
“Where _is_ your dear Jane?” asked Steppy, glancing about like one
waking from a dream.
“Packing,” said Trixy. “We’re all going to Thanksgive at our house----”
“Oh, I counted on a party,” wailed Jack. “Mary, you are almost related
to me now. Don’t you want to see the finest little horse in all the
world?”
“And my own horse must be very lonely----”
“There! You see!” charged the one woman present. “And these two
girls--hate circus horses!”
“I don’t,” spoke up Gloria. “I love all kinds, but I simply adore the
big white ones that canter through the ring and wait for the fluffy
ladies to land on their lovely, broad backs. And just imagine you two
girls knowing all about such things and never as much as confiding in
me, or in Trixy, or in jolly Pat!”
Mary and Jack stood off a little, their arms intertwined.
“Now you know the horrible truth,” said Jack. “That’s why I love to
walk the gym ceiling and to fall dead in silly little canoes, Glo, we
haven’t forgotten about that, you know. And we are going to give you a
real necklace to remember us by,” she said slyly.
“I love dark gray mossy beads,” insisted Gloria, so they both agreed to
compromise.
“Now, girls,” interrupted the momentarily quieted Steppy. “I must go
down to the office and talk things over with those teachers. I hope
they won’t think I’m going to be bossed this time. I’m counting on a
big party for you, Jack. Just get a pad and pencil and scribble off a
list.”
“And she’s the girl you call Steppy!” accused Gloria, when the door
bang died out. “You don’t know a real lady when you meet her,” she
smiled at Jack. “Be sure to include Jean and the rebels in your list.
What a lark to see their eyes open!”
“You’re a dear, Glo,” said Mary, and all present smiled unanimously.
* * * * *
Just as Trixy predicted, everything happened in the early year, after
that the students of Altmount settled down to hard study and plenty of
it. The two mysterious girls Jack and Mary, became, naturally, among
the most sought after, suspicions and doubts were cleared away, even
Jean and her contingent falling in with the tide of popularity. For
the world of girls moves around the joy of good fellowship, and Gloria
Doane had a way of cranking up the motor.
THE END
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Transcriber’s Note:
Punctuation has been standardised. Hyphenation and spelling has been
retained as in the original publication except as follows:
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eyes worked like magnetoes _changed to_
eyes worked like magnetos
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really was a bit scary _changed to_
really was a bit scared
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a hairpin, or a barrett _changed to_
a hairpin, or a barrette
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quoth the raver, _changed to_
quoth the raven.
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catching her blue barrett _changed to_
catching her blue barrette
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if she funks at exams _changed to_
if she flunks at exams
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broke in Pat characteristicly _changed to_
broke in Pat characteristically
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pals with the airyfied ones _changed to_
pals with the airified ones
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wild rider’s troop was _changed to_
wild rider’s troupe was
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if she’s a trooper _changed to_
if she’s a trouper
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old googled-eyed dame _changed to_
old goggle-eyed dame
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more blots that she obliterated _changed to_
more blots than she obliterated
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like hair lips _changed to_
like hare lips
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in deathlike mobility _changed to_
in deathlike immobility
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isn’t a serious sympton _changed to_
isn’t a serious symptom
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how well you rest tonight _changed to_
how well you rest to-night
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You looked puffed out _changed to_
You look puffed out
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upon the important of elusive _changed to_
upon the importance of elusive
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simplify matter greatly _changed to_
simplify matters greatly
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Mary demured _changed to_
Mary demurred
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she had Gloria in her arm’s _changed to_
she had Gloria in her arms
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her head was almost achey _changed to_
her head was almost achy
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hangerribbon at the back _changed to_
hanger ribbon at the back
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With a sign of resignation _changed to_
With a sigh of resignation
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an orphan, where-as, the _changed to_
an orphan, whereas, the
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a regular gattling gun _changed to_
a regular gatling gun
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popper full white puffs _changed to_
popper full of white puffs
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ages of three and ten stands _changed to_
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