CHAPTER VI
UNDER A CLOUD
The officer's injunction not to talk of the case of Colonel Weatherby
was of little avail in insuring secrecy. Oscar Dowd, who owned and
edited the one weekly newspaper in town, which appeared under the title
of "The Beverly Beacon," was a very ferret for news. He had to be;
otherwise there never would have been enough happenings in the vicinity
to fill the scant columns of his little paper, which was printed in big
type to make the items and editorials fill as much space as possible.
Uncle Eben met the editor and told him the Colonel had gone away
suddenly and had vacated the Vandeventer mansion and put Mary Louise
with Miss Stearne to board. Thereat, Oscar Dowd scented "news" and
called on Miss Stearne for further information. The good lady was almost
as much afraid of an editor as of an officer of the law, so under
Oscar's rapid-fire questioning she disclosed more of the dreadful charge
against Colonel Weatherby than she intended to. She even admitted the
visit of the secret service agent, but declined to give details of it.
Oscar found the agent had departed for parts unknown--perhaps to trail
the escaped Colonel--but the hotel keeper furnished him with other wisps
of information and, bunching all the rumors together and sifting the
wheat from the chaff, the editor evolved a most thrilling tale to print
in the Wednesday paper. Some of the material his own imagination
supplied; much else was obtained from irresponsible gossips who had no
foundation for their assertions. Miss Stearne was horrified to find, on
receiving her copy of the Wednesday "Beacon" that big headlines across
the front page announced: "Beverly Harbors a Criminal in Disguise!
Flight of Colonel James Weatherby when a Federal Officer Seeks to Arrest
him for a Terrible Crime!"
Then followed a mangled report of the officer's visit to Beverly on
government business, his recognition of Colonel Weatherby--who was none
other than the noted criminal, James J. Hathaway--on the street in front
of Cooper's Hotel, how the officer wired Washington for instructions and
how Hathaway, alias Weatherby, escaped in the dead of night and had so
far successfully eluded all pursuit. What crime Hathaway, alias
Weatherby, was accused of, the officer would not divulge, and the
statements of others disagreed. One report declared the Colonel had
wrecked a New York bank and absconded with enormous sums he had
embezzled; another stated he had been president of a swindling stock
corporation which had used the mails illegally to further its nefarious
schemes. A third account asserted he had insured his life for a million
dollars in favor of his daughter, Mrs. Burrows, and then established a
false death and reappeared after Mrs. Burrows had collected the
insurance money.
Having printed all this prominently in big type, the editor appended a
brief note in small type saying he would not vouch for the truth of any
statement made in the foregoing article. Nevertheless, it was a terrible
arraignment and greatly shocked the good citizens of Beverly.
Miss Stearne, realizing how humiliated Mary Louise would be if the
newspaper fell into her hands, carefully hid her copy away where none of
the girls could see it; but one of the day scholars brought a copy to
the school Thursday morning and passed it around among the girls, so
that all were soon in possession of the whole scandalous screed.
Mable Westervelt, after feasting upon the awful accusations, cruelly
handed the paper to Mary Louise. The girl's face blanched and then grew
red, her mouth fell open as if gasping for breath and her eyes stared
with a pained, hopeless expression at the printed page that branded her
dearly loved Gran'pa Jim a swindler and a thief. She rose quickly and
left the room, to the great relief of the other girls, who wanted to
talk the matter over.
"The idea," cried Mable indignantly, "of that old villain's foisting his
grandchild on this respectable school while he ran away to escape the
penalty of his crimes!"
"Mary Louise is all right," asserted Jennie Allen stoutly. "She isn't to
blame, at all."
"I warned you that her goody-goody airs were a cloak to hidden
wickedness," said Mable, tossing her head.
"Blood will tell," drawled Lina Darrow, a very fat girl. "Mary Louise
has bad blood in her veins and it's bound to crop out, sooner or later.
I advise you girls to keep your trunks locked and to look after your
jewelry."
"Shame--shame!" cried Dorothy Knerr, and the others echoed the reproach.
Even Mable looked at fat Lina disapprovingly.
However, in spite of staunch support on the part of her few real
friends, Mary Louise felt from that hour a changed atmosphere when in
the presence of her school fellows. Weeks rolled by without further
public attacks upon Gran'pa Jim, but among the girls at the school
suspicion had crept in to ostracize Mary Louise from the general
confidence. She lost her bright, cheery air of self-assurance and grew
shy and fearful of reproach, avoiding her schoolmates more than they
avoided her. Instead of being content in her new home, as she had hoped
to be, the girl found herself more miserable and discontented than at
any other period of her life. She longed continually to be comforted by
Gran'pa Jim and Mamma Bee, and even lost interest in her studies, moping
dismally in her room when she should have been taking an interest in the
life at the school.
Even good Miss Stearne had unconsciously changed in her attitude toward
the forlorn girl. Deciding one day that she needed some new shoes, Mary
Louise went to the principal to ask for the money with which to buy
them.
Miss Stearne considered the matter seriously. Then she said with warning
emphasis:
"My dear, I do not think it advisable for you to waste your funds on
shoes, especially as those you have are in fairly good condition. Of
course, your grandfather left some money with me, to be expended as I
saw fit, but now that he has abscon--eh--eh--secreted himself, so to
speak, we can expect no further remittances. When this term is ended any
extra money should be applied toward your further board and tuition.
Otherwise you would become an outcast, with no place to go and no
shelter for your head. That, in common decency, must be avoided. No; I
do not approve of any useless expenditures. I shall hoard this money for
future emergencies."
In happier times Mary Louise would have been indignant at the thought
that her grandfather would ever leave her unprovided for, but she had
been so humbled of late that this aspect of her affairs, so candidly
presented by Miss Stearne, troubled her exceedingly. She had written a
letter every week to her grandfather, addressing it, as he had
instructed her to do, in care of Mr. Peter Conant at Dorfield. And
always she had stolen out, unobserved, and mailed the letter at the
village post office. Of course she had never by a single word referred
to the scandal regarding the Colonel or her mother, or to her own
unhappy lot at school because of that scandal, knowing how such a report
would grieve them; but the curious thing about this correspondence was
that it was distinctly one-sided. In the three months since they had
gone away, Mary Louise had never received an answer to any of her
letters, either from her grandfather or her mother.
This might be explained, she reflected, by the fact that they suspected
the mails would be watched; but this supposition attributed some truth
to the accusation that Gran'pa Jim was a fugitive from justice, which
she would not allow for an instant. Had he not told her to have faith in
him, whatever happened? Should she prove disloyal just because a brutal
officer and an irresponsible newspaper editor had branded her dear
grandfather a criminal?
No! Whatever happened she would cling to her faith in the goodness of
dear Gran'pa Jim.
There was very little money in her purse; a few pennies that she must
hoard to buy postage stamps with. Two parties for young people were
given in Beverly and at both of them Mary Louise was the only girl
boarding at the school who was uninvited. She knew that some of the
girls even resented her presence at the school and often when she joined
a group of schoolmates their hushed conversation warned her they had
been discussing her.
Altogether, she felt that her presence at the school was fast becoming
unbearable and when one of the boarders openly accused her of stealing a
diamond ring--which was later discovered on a shelf above a washstand--
the patient humility of Mary Louise turned to righteous anger and she
resolved to leave the shelter of Miss Stearne's roof without delay.
There was only one possible place for her to go--to the Conant house at
Dorfield, where her mother and grandfather were staying and where she
had already passed three of the most pleasant years of her short life.
Gran'pa Jim had not told her she could come to him, even in an
emergency, but when she explained all the suffering she had endured at
the school she knew quite well that he would forgive her for coming.
But she needed money for the long journey, and this must be secured in
some way from her own resources. So she got together all the jewelry she
possessed and placing it in her handbag started for the town.
She had an idea that a jewelry shop was the proper place to sell her
jewelry, but Mr. Trumbull the jeweler shook his head and said that
Watson, at the bank, often loaned money on such security. He advised the
girl to see Watson.
So Mary Louise went to the "bank," which was a one-man affair situated
in the rear of the hardware store, where a grating had been placed in
one corner. There she found Mr. Watson, who was more a country broker
than a banker, and throve by lending money to farmers.
Gran'pa Jim was almost as fond of pretty jewels as he was of good
clothes and he had always been generous in presenting his grand-daughter
with trinkets on her birthdays and at Christmas time. The jewelry she
laid before Mr. Watson was really valuable and the banker's eye was
especially attracted by a brooch of pearls that must have cost several
hundred dollars.
"How much do you want to borrow on this lot?" he asked.
"As much as I can get, sir," she replied.
"Have you any idea of redeeming it?"
"I hope to do so, of course."
The banker knew perfectly well who Mary Louise was and suspected she
needed money.
"This is no pawnbroker's shop," he asserted. "I'll give you a hundred
dollars, outright, for this pearl brooch--as a purchase, understand--but
the rest of the junk I don't want."
A little man who had entered the hardware store to purchase a tin dipper
was getting so close to the "bank" that Mary Louise feared being
overheard; so she did not argue with Mr. Watson. Deciding that a hundred
dollars ought to take her to Dorfield, she promptly accepted the offer,
signed a bill of sale and received her money. Then she walked two miles
to the railway station and discovered that a ticket to Dorfield could be
bought for ninety-two dollars. That would give her eight dollars leeway,
which seemed quite sufficient. Elated at the prospect of freedom she
returned to the school to make her preparation for departure and arrived
just in time to join the other girls at dinner.
