“Three letters. That’s not so bad.” Marjorie triumphantly waved the trio
of coveted envelopes about her head as she entered her room from a long
interesting bout with chemistry. “I’m tired enough to enjoy my mail.
Vera and I have been experimenting with a compound this whole afternoon.
It should have come out black and it didn’t—it came out a beautiful
shade of green.” Marjorie threw herself into a chair, laughing, and
began picking open an envelope.
“The way of all great experimenters is hard,” comforted Jerry. “Where’s
my mail? I didn’t hear you say a word about it.”
“Sorry to tell you, but there was none for you, Jeremiah.”
“Your voice sounds sorrowful,” Jerry returned with sarcasm. “Have some
candy. I try always to be kind to those who are kind to me.”
“I’ve heard you say so before.” Marjorie was now spreading open the
contents of the envelope she had torn across. She glanced at the letter.
“Why-eee!” she exclaimed in a strained, unbelieving voice. She went on
with a hurried perusal of the letter, then backed into a chair. “Listen
to this, Jerry,” she cried out in hurt tones:
“My Dear Miss Dean:
“While it is hard for me to put into words that which I have
been asked to tell you I will try to do so as courteously as
is possible in the circumstances. I have been chosen by the
sophomore class with the exception of a few sophomores, to
point out to you that your interference in class matters has
created very bad feeling among the sophomores who believe
themselves capable of adjusting any differences which may
have arisen in the class.
“It is unfortunate that a post graduate of Hamilton College
should be guilty of deliberate favoritism. You showed
favoritism to Miss Forbes before and have done so since the
sophomore election. Miss Forbes received the nomination for
the presidency as a result of your “boosting.” Many of the
sophomores who voted for her because of a high, but
misplaced respect for you, now know their mistake. Miss
Forbes deserved the censure she received at the election.
The manner in which you and other post-graduates babied her
afterward I now venture to criticize.
“The sophomore class are of an almost united opinion that
they may be trusted to carry on their business wisely and
with justice to all. I am confident that, released from any
responsibility you may have taken upon yourself regarding
them, you will have more time to pursue your own important
affairs.
“Sincerely,
“Louise May Walker.”
“Don’t let a little thing like that bother you,” Jerry’s eyes shone with
sympathy in spite of her sturdily careless tone. “A girl who would write
such a letter isn’t worth minding. Don’t let it mislead you. The sophs’
united opinion is probably about ten or twelve strong, and not more.
Keep right on going, Bean. You shouldn’t worry.” Jerry’s cheerful smile
broke broadly out like the sun from behind a cloud.
Marjorie, looking up from a second reading of the letter, returned the
smile ruefully. “I care,” she said reflectively, “and I don’t care. I
thought I was awfully hurt, but I’m up and on my feet now, brushing off
the dust. I wouldn’t have done things differently about Gussie. I
suppose favoritism means helping get up the parade and Ronny’s dinner to
Gus at Baretti’s. We would have helped the other soph faction with a
parade just as quickly if they had come to us. I think I’ll go on with
my letters.”
Marjorie tore open the second envelope with decision. A glance at its
contends and she exclaimed in righteous indignation: “Why, the idea!
This is too ridiculous for words!” She read aloud rapidly:
“Dear Miss Dean:
“We understand that Professor Leonard has asked you to serve
again on the senior sports committee. Do you not agree with
us that it would be more becoming in you to give place to a
member of the senior class. We have been informed that such
a decision on your part would be welcomed by the other
members of the committee.
“Yours very truly,
“Senior Welfare Committee.”
“That’s a fake,” pronounced Jerry, instantly. “You know and so do I that
Barbara Severn and Phil are glad as can be that you are going to serve
on committee with them this year. Whoever wrote this bluff didn’t know
that. Any student who was here last year knows how chummy you were with
both Phil and Barbara. Ha; great head!” Jerry whacked herself smartly on
the top of the head. “How rough you are, Jeremiah!” She fell to rubbing
her injured head. “I wish Hamilton offered a course in how to be a
detective. I have the investigator’s brain.”
“Then take this case and find out who wrote this letter,” Marjorie
tossed the second letter into Jerry’s lap. “I’m not going to answer Miss
Walker’s letter. It needs no reply.” The sudden firm set of her lovely
face showed the girl’s underlying strong character. “Thank fortune,” she
said in relief, “_this_ letter is from Miss Susanna. No hateful
surprises this time. Her inflection grew unconsciously tender as she
read to Jerry:
“Dear, Dear Child:
“There’s a gala day ahead of us. Two weeks from Saturday
afternoon we are to go to the dormitory site to assist in
the laying of the cornerstone. Peter Graham says it will be
ready to lay on that day, November sixth, at three o’clock
in the afternoon. Bring the rest of the Travelers to tea on
next Sunday evening and we will talk about the great
occasion. I am notifying you of it thus long beforehand so
that none of the Travelers will make any other engagements
for that day. I shall expect you on Sunday afternoon.
“Affectionately,
“Susanne Craig Hamilton.”
Marjorie raised her head from the reading of this comforting letter, her
whole face radiant with returned good cheer. “I feel all ‘chirked’ up
again. Jeremiah.” She patted the letter and laid it against her cheek.
“The persons who wrote those other two letters are only the shadows;
mean, skulking shadows that can’t bear the light. Miss Susanna is the
substance. That’s why I love her so much.”
“You’re an April Bean,” was Jerry’s indulgent but irrelevant reply. “One
minute you cloud over and the next you shine. Now listen to my
ambitions. I’m going to shadow some of those skulking shadows you just
mentioned and solve the riddle of who writ the wrote. The weary chase
may lead me over land and sea, or, at least, all over the campus. Then
Bean,” Jerry raised a melodramatic hand above her head, “beloved Bean,
your wrongs shall be avenged.”