CHRISTMAS EVE.
"IT'S the most beautiful one we have ever had, Jim; I'm so glad," Jack
declared happily.
Jim beat the snow from his coat and folded his arms proudly. "It took
all day to get it, Jack, but it's worth it. Where are the other girls?"
Jim Colter and Jacqueline were standing at the base of a wonderful pine
tree, whose top pressed against the ceiling of the living-room at
Rainbow Lodge. The frost still clung to the tree and the snow and
icicles melted into long chains of diamonds, as they fell in drops of
crystal clearness to the floor.
"The girls are in Cousin Ruth's room at work," Jack answered. "Olive and
Frieda have promised not to look at the tree until the evening. We are
going to have everything in pure white, a regular German Christmas tree,
in honor of Frieda's birthday and her name. There is a white world
inside and out and we shall be at peace for to-night at least," Jack
ended with a little sigh.
Jim moved nearer to the tree and shook one of the branches until the
bits of frost fell to the ground with a soft tinkle like the far-off
music of sleigh bells. He kept his clouded blue eyes turned away from
Jack's.
Jack slipped her arm through his and pressed it affectionately.
"Never you mind, Jim, I didn't mean to be doleful," Jack persisted. "I'm
not a bit, really. Olive is all right, and you've seen that that
wretched Josef and old Laska have been sent away, so they can't annoy
her any more. And I think it's perfectly great that we are going to have
such a lovely Christmas to-night as we have hardly ever had before!
Suppose it is our last one at the Lodge, we will have it to remember!
But, Mr. Colter," Jack danced away from Jim and made him a mock curtsy,
"you may kindly observe that I haven't begun to pack up the furniture at
the Lodge just yet. We never say die, do we, Jim? I think I will have
that motto engraved on a coat of arms for Rainbow Ranch."
Jim nodded approvingly. "It's a pretty good sentiment, Jack," he agreed,
as he started toward the door. "I must be off now, but I'll be back
to-night, promptly at seven, for the festivities."
But Jack clung to him. "See here, Jim, you can't go so soon. You haven't
said hello to Cousin Ruth or showed her the tree. You know you want to
see her. She has had a bad cold ever since the night we found Olive and
it is only polite that you should tell her you are glad she is well."
Jack's tones were perfectly serious and her expression as innocent as a
baby's.
Jim flushed a little angrily. "No. I don't want to see her, at least not
particularly. Why should I?" Jim demanded awkwardly. "That is,--"
Ruth was standing at the living-room door with her arms full of
mysterious packages. She laughed and came into the room, glad that Jim
looked as awkward as she felt on the day of her first horseback ride
with him.
When Ruth was putting down her packages Jack winked solemnly at Jim, and
in return for his irritated glance at her, she slipped quietly out of
the room.
All the way down the hall Jack was smiling to herself. "Wouldn't it be
too funny if old Jim should fall in love with Cousin Ruth?" she
thought. "Goodness knows why he is so touchy about her! She has been
awfully nice to him, since he taught her to ride horseback, but the
friendlier she is, the queerer he behaves.
'Oh, young Lochinvar has come out of the west,
Of all the wide world, his steed is the best,'"
Jack quoted, apropos of nothing, as she joined the other girls in Ruth's
bedroom.
Olive, Jean and Frieda were working industriously. Over in the corner
there was a little mound that looked like a pile of snow but was only
the strings of popcorn for the Christmas tree. Jean was fashioning an
immense silver star. Olive and Frieda were filling boxes of white paper,
decorated with the initials, "R. G.," with homemade taffy candy and
chocolate fudge. The ranch girls had not invited their neighbors to
their Christmas eve party, but the cowboys who worked on their ranch
were coming up to the Lodge to wish them good luck.
Jack dropped down on the floor and deliberately began devouring the
fudge from a big China dish. "Don't work too hard, Olive," Jack
insisted, reaching up to pop a piece of candy into Olive's mouth.
"Remember you are not very strong yet."
Olive only laughed. She was a little paler than when she first came to
the ranch in the early autumn, but her eyes were serene and untroubled
and she looked far less timid and shy. Since finding her mother's
picture in the possession of old Laska, Olive felt that she was more
like the other girls and the thought that old Laska had any real claim
on her, no longer worried her.
"This isn't very hard work, Jack," Olive replied gaily. "And there is
still a lot for us to do to be ready for to-night. Just think, this will
be the first real Christmas tree I have ever seen!"
"Well, we won't have so much work to do, Olive, if Jack eats all the
candy," Jean remarked severely. "And Jack, perhaps if you would help
Frieda and Olive, instead of talking so much, they wouldn't have such a
lot to do."
Jack flung a cotton snowball at Jean. "Bear with me, sweet coz," she
pleaded cheerfully. "I don't know just why, girls, but I feel so kind of
happy to-day, that I suppose I am silly. I believe all the clouds have
passed over our benighted heads and the Rainbow Arch of Promise is just
over the Lodge."
Jean pointed scornfully to the winter landscape outside the window.
"It looks rather like we might have a rainbow after the summer shower:
don't you think so, Olive?" she inquired. But she bent over and crowned
Jack with a wreath of silver tinsel and went on with her work, smiling
as though she had more faith in Jack's prediction than she cared to
confess.
"Ah, Jean," Jack went on, "don't you know there is a legend that
somewhere there is a wonderful land where all the rainbows that have
ever been or ever will be, drift to and fro, like beautiful colored
flowers? Perhaps one of these rainbows will find us to-night in spite of
the weather." Jack's face softened at her own pretty fancy.
All day the girls worked and whispered and laughed. Ruth and Jean and
Jack decorated the great Christmas tree. The gifts were piled up under
the tree, for nothing was to be allowed to mar the perfect whiteness of
its decorations. Only Ruth's presents were to be given just before
supper time. She insisted that this was absolutely necessary, or else
they would lose half their value.
When Jack came into her room at about five o'clock to get ready for the
evening, she saw what Ruth had meant. Lying on the foot of her bed was
the prettiest dress Jack had ever owned in her life. It was very simple,
of a soft white material like crepe, with a lovely band of silver
embroidery about the low, square neck and around the waist and skirt.
Jean was busy in the kitchen. But Jack saw that her dress was of
delicate, pink cashmere, the color Jean most loved.
Jack slipped into her costume very quickly and stole softly into the
great closed living-room, thinking she would find Ruth there. She had no
idea how beautiful she looked.
The room was empty. The pine tree stood in one corner, lifting its noble
green branches hung in dim festoons and covered with myriads of small
white candles. It was quite dark. Only the fire, that never went out all
winter long at the Lodge, flickered and danced and threw fantastic
shadows over the girl who was standing near the Christmas tree.
Jack's eyes were misty as she gazed about her. Her loves were not so
very many, but they were deep and strong. She cared for the old ranch
house more than most girls would for a fairy palace.
Suddenly Jack heard a stamping on the porch just outside the front door
and Shep's quick bark. She ran swiftly to open it. She supposed Jim had
come up to the house earlier than he had promised. But it was dark and
the glare of the snow for a moment blinded her.
Frank Kent held out his hand. "May I come in, Miss Ralston?" he asked.
"I know it's late, but I have tramped all the way over here and it's
taken a long time. I want to tell you something and I want to say
good-bye."
Jack hurried Frank in near the fire. He had been to the Lodge once since
Olive was found, but the girls had not seen or heard of him in several
days.
Jack lit the candles on the mantelpiece and then turned to smile at her
guest. Frank stared at her boyishly and then: "Gee, Miss Ralston," he
exclaimed. "If you don't mind my saying it, you look perfectly ripping!"
But Jack was regarding Frank anxiously. He had a deep and rather
unbecoming bruise over one eye and the other side of his face was
somewhat swollen.
"What on earth is the matter with you, Frank, Mr. Kent, I mean?" Jack
demanded. "You look like you had been in a fight." And Jack laughed at
the thought of so well-bred a fellow as Frank Kent engaging in such a
small-boy occupation.
"I have. That is what I came over to tell you about." Frank replied.
"That is, I didn't come to tell you about the fight, but of something
that led to it. I shall not go back to the Norton ranch again. I am
through with those people forever." Frank dropped into a chair which
Jack drew forward. "You see, Miss Ralston, it's like this. I have been
knowing for some time that Dan Norton, Jr., was a cad, and I have had a
good many scores to settle with him. But I didn't know that he and his
father were thieves until to-day. I happened to be in the room next Mr.
Norton's study, when I heard Dan and the old man talking about your
ranch. I don't say I actually hurried away, but I wasn't going to
eavesdrop. Just as I started to clear out, however, I overheard Mr.
Norton say: 'Well, we've fixed them good and plenty, haven't we, Dan,
Jr. Rainbow Ranch is the same as ours! I tell you might is right in this
country, my lad.' I kind of stopped then, Miss Jack," Frank added. "I
didn't exactly like the sound of what Mr. Norton said."
Jack had come close to Frank, but her hands were clasped behind her to
hide her impatience. "Do go on, please," she urged breathlessly.
"Then Dan answered: 'You are sure right, Father. We are going to prove
that Rainbow Ranch belongs to us a whole lot easier than if it really
did.' I heard just exactly those words. Miss Ralston," Frank remarked,
quietly. "And I am ready to swear to them in any court of law."
"Oh-h," Jack bit her lips to hide their trembling and a hot color
flooded her face. "What did you hear next?" she pleaded. "Do go on."
"I didn't hear anything more," Frank answered. "I marched into their
study and told Mr. Norton and Dan exactly what I thought of them. Then
Dan and I got to using some language and we rather broke up the
furniture for a while. Of course I can't stay in the house of a man whom
I know to be a rogue. But will you tell your overseer, Mr. Colter, that
I won't get too far out of this neighborhood to appear when your suit
about the ownership of Rainbow Ranch comes into court." Frank looked
around for his hat. "I hope you will have a very happy Christmas," he
said. He held himself so erect, with a dignity of grace and breeding
such as Jack had rarely seen. Before Jack realized what was happening,
Frank was out of the room.
For the second time in their acquaintance, she ran after him. This time
she put her hand on his and fairly dragged him back with her.
"Oh, please, please don't go. You must stay and have Christmas at the
Lodge with us," Jack entreated. "We have plenty of room and we would so
love to have you. Do wait here until I go and find Cousin Ruth, I know
she will be more apt to persuade you to stay."
Needless to say, Cousin Ruth was successful and at eight o'clock, the
ranch girls, Cousin Ruth, Frank Kent, Jim Colter, Aunt Ellen, Uncle
Zack, and six bashful cowboys were gathered about the mammoth Christmas
tree.
Frieda was to light the candles. She looked like a plump little German
fairy in her new white frock, with her long braids of flaxen hair.
But Frieda could not reach up to the tall candles on the big tree and
she would not allow either Jim or Frank to lift her up.
On the largest chair in the room, Frieda could tiptoe up to almost the
tallest row of candles. But just under a little wax figure of the Virgin
and the Christ Child, Jean had set seven in a circle. These were the
topmost glory of the tree and Frieda's crowning ambition and were the
only candles she could not possibly reach from her chair.
The little Christmas-eve girl slipped onto the floor, and before any of
the men in the room guessed what she was after, dragged out from the
book shelves an immense old law book, bound in worn brown leather.
Frieda started gallantly across the room with it. But it dropped from
her small hands and scattered yellow parchment leaves over the floor.
The back of the book ripped off and Frieda held only the leather cover.
Out of this, from a kind of inner pocket, a folded sheet of paper
fluttered and fell at Frieda's feet.
The company crowded to the rescue. Blonde heads and brown heads bumped
into each other in picking up the leaves. Frieda started to the fire
with the old book cover and the folded paper. She gave them both a toss
toward the flames, but the paper fluttered back to her feet.
Frieda laughed and picked it up again. "This paper won't be burned up,
Jack," she exclaimed. "Let's light it in the Christmas candles."
Jack caught Frieda's hand. "May I look at it, dear?" she asked gently.
Frieda consented to have Frank lift her to the row of lights on top of
their Christmas tree. Jim was talking to Cousin Ruth, Jean was
distributing boxes of candy, and it was Olive who put her arm around
Jack.
"What is it, dear? What has happened?" she whispered. "Are you glad or
sorry over something?" It was no wonder Olive asked. Jack's eyes were
streaming in tears, but under them shone a kind of radiance. Her face
was white one minute and then glowed with a beautiful rose color.
"Oh, I am so happy, happy, Olive!" she cried, throwing her arms around
Olive and forgetting the rest of the company. "See, we have the most
wonderful Christmas gift. Frieda has found our deed to Rainbow Ranch! I
believe somehow that Father sent it to us to-night."
But Jim and Cousin Ruth and everybody in the room had heard Jack.
Jim lifted Jack up in the chair, which Frieda had given up. She waved
her wonderful paper before her friends. The cowboys broke into a
prolonged cheer. The girls cried a little, because they couldn't help
it. Jim suddenly looked ten years younger and what he whispered to
Cousin Ruth, no one ever knew, but she blushed and shook her head.
"Do let's dance or do something, quick!" Jean exclaimed, "or I simply
can't bear it." She ran over to the piano. But at this moment sleigh
bells sounded outside and a pair of horses could be heard stamping on
the frozen ground. Then another sleigh followed and the wide hall of
Rainbow Lodge was quickly crowded with Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, Harry
Pryor, Laura, who for once looked friendly, and all the neighbors of the
ranch girls for miles around.
"Villagers all, this frosty tide,
Let your doors swing open wide,
Though wind may follow and snow beside,
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide."
Harry Pryor sang the first verse of the old Christmas carol alone.
Before he had finished Jean was playing the air softly on the piano and
all the guests joined in the second verse.
"Here we stand in the snow and the sleet,
Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
Come from far away, you to greet,
You by the fire and we in the street,
Bidding you joy in the morning."
"How did you know, Aunt Sallie? How could you have come to congratulate
us at just the right moment?" Jack inquired with a puzzled frown, as she
helped Mrs. Simpson out of her wraps. "We only found it about a minute
before."
"Found what?" Mrs. Simpson demanded curiously. But the next instant she
put her comfortable arms about Jack and hugged her with all her might.
"Of course we didn't know you had found your deed to Rainbow Ranch,
child," Aunt Sallie exclaimed. "We came over because we were afraid you
might not be happy this Christmas. We wanted you to know that we all
meant to stand by you. I don't think there is anything in this State
that we have a better right to be proud of than our ranch girls," and
Aunt Sallie choked a little with mixed emotions.
Jack laughed gaily. "You are a dear, Aunt Sallie," she answered
gratefully. "I don't know why you should be proud of us. But anyhow, it
is lots of fun to be a Ranch Girl."
The Ranch Girls Series.
The story of the four Ranch Girls is plainly just beginning. Girls so
entirely unlike in temperament and ideals, as Jack, Jean, Olive and
Frieda, cannot fail to lead lives that will develop in interest. In the
second volume in the Ranch Girls Series, which will be entitled, "The
Ranch Girls' Pot of Gold," they have even more unusual experiences and
adventures and are brought into closer contact with the real life of the
West. It isn't possible to tell exactly what the Ranch Girls will do in
this second book, but it is safe to promise that it will be something
even more original and full of delightful opportunity, than running a
ranch.
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Transcriber's Notes:
Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Text uses both some one and
someone.
Page 40, "timew anted" changed to "time wanted" (same time wanted to)
Page 62, "franticall yout" changed to "frantically out" (frantically out
the window)
Page 91, "Pryer" changed to "Pryor" (special friend, Harry Pryor)
Page 178, "creek" changed to "Creek" (Rainbow Creek lay on)
Page 241, "seemes" changed to "seems" (it seems almost foolish)
Page 268, "we" changed to "me" (telling me where this)