Marjorie Dean High School Senior - Part 11
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"Use your eyes and ears and you'll find out for yourself." With an amused laugh, Mignon set the cup she held on the table and walked away, her spite for the moment satisfied. She had managed to plant a seed of discord in Lucy's inflammable brain. She hoped with all her heart that it had sprouted and would grow rapidly.

That it had not died became evident in the rather reserved farewells which Lucy made to Jerry, her hostess, and several of the girls. Among them was Marjorie who wondered a little at the other girl's chilly demeanor. Earlier in the evening Lucy had been radiant. Always charitable in thought, Marjorie laid it to the fact that Lucy was perhaps a trifle tired. Yet the almost hostile stare of her peculiarly-colored eyes haunted Marjorie for the remainder of the evening.

Twelve o'clock marked the wind-up of the Hallowe'en party. By a quarter after that hour the young revelers had begun to troop down the front steps of the house, their gay good nights echoing on the still air.

Greatly to her joy, Lawrence Armitage dutifully inquired of Mignon if her runabout were parked outside, or if she expected the La Salle's chauffeur to come for her. On replying that her chauffeur would be waiting at the gate with the runabout, she was even better pleased to hear him politely announce his wish to see her safely to it.

Mignon was doubly elated by the fact that Constance and Marjorie were directly behind her. Mr. Dean had come to take both girls home, as Constance was following her usual after-party custom of spending the night with Marjorie. The French girl was quite ready to set up an out-cry over the non-appearance of her runabout. She was anxious that Constance in particular should see her calmly appropriate both Laurie and his roadster.

Her black eyes blazed with triumph as she surveyed the little row of automobiles which stretched itself along a portion of the street in front of the Macys' residence. Her runabout was not among them.

"Why, where is my car?" she cried out in well-simulated dismay. "Isn't that provoking? That stupid William has misunderstood that he was to come for me. It's just like him to make such a mistake! What am I to do?" Mignon rolled appealing eyes at Laurie.

Sheer vexation sealed Laurie's lips for an instant. He knew only too well what courtesy demanded him to do, and he rebelled at the thought.

Mignon's loud outcry had already attracted the attention of a group of guests who stood surrounding Hal and Jerry Macy. The young host and hostess had strolled to the gate with their friends to wish them a last good night. Every pair of eyes was now centered on Mignon.

Drawing a long breath, Laurie reluctantly came to the French girl's rescue. "I will take you home--" he began with polite aloofness.

"There comes your runabout, Mignon," called Muriel Harding sweetly. Her alert eyes had spied it as, with William at the wheel, it pa.s.sed under the arc light and made rapid approach.

Muriel's announcement elicited no response from Mignon. She stood motionless on the walk, her gaze fixed fiercely upon the undependable William as he turned the runabout and halted it just ahead of the other cars. Under the glare of the gate lights the varying expressions of her stormy face told their own story. With the realization of defeat came the need for instant action. William was already moving toward the group of young folks. He was looking for her. She must intercept him before he came too close to them.

Electrified by the fear of exposure, she darted toward the chauffeur, who, glimpsing his charge, strode forward. She was just a second too late. "I got your 'phone message not to come for you, Miss Mignon," he boomed mercilessly, "but your father just got home and he says that I was to drive over after you just the same."

Taken at a complete disadvantage, Mignon could only mutter an embarra.s.sed good night to the outwardly grave, but inwardly gleeful Laurie. Ignoring the amused group of boys and girls, she flounced into the runabout without a word to the innocent betrayer of her carefully-concocted scheme. During the drive home, however, she shed tears of heart-felt rage against her father's untimely interference. She vowed vengefully that he should pay for it, thereby proving conclusively that, when it came to a matter of a grudge, she was no respecter of personages.

CHAPTER XII-A DISCOURAGED REFORMER

Despite the late hour at which members of the Lookout Club had retired on the previous night, nine o'clock Sat.u.r.day morning saw them gathered at the day nursery, for a final survey of it before the house warming began, which was scheduled to commence at two o'clock that afternoon. As Sat.u.r.day was a half-holiday for the mill folks, the girls had chosen the time of the opening with a view to giving the mothers of the children, who would partake of its hospitality, an opportunity to inspect the nursery and offer the names of their little ones for registration. A buffet luncheon, contributed by the mothers of the Lookouts was to be one of the features of the occasion, and Mrs. Macy, Mrs. Dean, Mrs.

Harding and Miss Susan Allison were to act as patronesses. Mignon La Salle was the only member of the club who did not put in an appearance.

Why she had chosen to absent herself no one of the Lookouts knew nor did they greatly care.

"I guess Mignon feels rather queer about facing us to-day after what happened last night," Jerry Macy confided to Marjorie, when the close of the morning brought no sign of the French girl.

"I was truly sorry for her," Marjorie answered with evident sincerity.

"She must have been terribly embarra.s.sed."

"Not she," sniffed Jerry. "She was probably mad as hops, though, to think her scheme fell flat. She must have telephoned her house while we were all upstairs dancing. It was silly in her to do a thing like that.

It's funny, though, what a crush she's always had on Laurie. She's cared about him ever since her grammar school days, but he has never liked her. He's awfully fond of Connie, though."

"I know it." Marjorie smiled. "Somehow one never thinks of either Connie or Laurie as being foolish or sentimental."

"That's because Connie is so sensible and nice about Laurie," explained Jerry. "She just treats him as a boy friend and makes him understand it.

Laurie is different from Hal and the Crane. He's a musician and has a.s.sociated a good deal with older men. That makes him seem ever so much older than he really is. Naturally he is more serious and grown-up. He and Hal are almost the same age, but Hal seems younger than Laurie.

Danny Seabrooke and the Crane are more Hal's speed, but Hal thinks there's no one quite like Laurie."

"Nearly all the Weston High boys are splendid," praised Marjorie. Her glance happening to stray to Lucy Warner who stood across the room, talking to Muriel Harding, she said anxiously: "Jerry, do you think anyone said anything last night to Lucy to hurt her feelings? Just before she went home I tried to talk to her and she hardly answered me.

She hasn't more than spoken to me this morning, either."

"She was pretty icy to me when she said good night," returned Jerry unconcernedly. "That's just her way. She's like February weather, always thawing and freezing. I wouldn't worry about her moods. You certainly have been nice to her. Very likely she felt a little out of things last night because she didn't know how to dance. We ought to teach her. Go and propose it to her, Marjorie. Muriel has just left her. Now is your chance. I'll stay here. You can talk to her better alone."

Suiting the action to the word, Marjorie crossed the room to Lucy. "I've something very special to ask you, Lucy," she said, adopting a casual tone.

Lucy frowned portentously. "What is it?" she questioned in cool, terse fashion. Mignon's treacherous counsel still rang in her ears. Her moody frown changed to a flash of interest, however, as Marjorie stated that she and Jerry were anxious to teach her to dance. Something in Marjorie's gay, gracious manner sent a swift rush of shamed color to Lucy's white cheeks. Marjorie had befriended her and she had repaid her kindness by allowing suspicion to warp her belief in this delightful girl.

"I'd love to learn to dance," she heard herself saying heartily. Then on sudden impulse she continued almost pleadingly, "You are really my friend, aren't you, Marjorie?"

"Why, of course!" The answer conveyed absolute truth. "What makes you ask me that, Lucy?" Marjorie eyed her steadily.

Lucy's color rose higher. "I'm glad you asked me that. I wanted to tell you something, but I didn't know whether I'd better. It sounds gossipy."

In a few words she related what Mignon had said to her. "I shouldn't have listened to Mignon," she apologized. "I tried to leave her, but she kept on talking."

Patent vexation held Marjorie speechless for an instant. When she spoke it was in a firm, almost stern manner. "I have only one thing to say, Lucy. You must not allow Mignon to make you feel that I am not your friend. Please remember that I am and hope always to be. I haven't the least idea what she meant by saying that she knew me to be deceitful.

She evidently meant me though she didn't mention my name. I despise deceit, and I have always been straightforward with you."

"I believe you," Lucy earnestly a.s.sured her. "Hereafter I shall have nothing whatever to say to Mignon."

"You must do as you think best about that. I am glad you came to me frankly. If you are in doubt at any time about me, please come to me and say so. Misunderstandings are dreadful." Marjorie's mind had harked back to the memory of the cloud that had once shadowed hers and Mary Raymond's friendship.

On the way home to luncheon that day, in company with Jerry, Irma and Constance, she was unusually quiet. Her thoughts reverted gloomily to the conversation between herself and Lucy Warner. It had shown her plainly that no amount of club ethics could stop Mignon's spiteful tongue. Her crafty attack on Lucy was merely a beginning. Into what sort of tangle her mischief-making proclivities might yet involve the Lookouts was a question which time alone would answer.

The pleasant excitement of the afternoon went far toward banishing Marjorie's dark forebodings. The house warming was a signal success, thanks to the grateful eagerness with which the residents of the mill district received the kindly effort made in their behalf. Altogether thirty youngsters were enrolled as members of the day nursery, and their mothers showed a shy, pathetic pride and pleasure in the new movement which greatly touched their young hostesses. They did hungry justice to the dainty luncheon prepared for them, and, their diffidence gradually vanishing under the hospitable treatment they were receiving, they talked and laughed in friendly fashion with the patronesses and the Lookouts.

Greatly to the surprise of her fellow members, Mignon deigned to lend her elaborately-dressed self to the house warming. It was well into the afternoon when she appeared, haughty and supercilious. As the majority of the humble guests knew her by sight, her arrival had a somewhat dampening effect upon them. The knowledge that she was the daughter of one of Sanford's wealthiest residents rather over-awed them, and her grandiose manner served to deepen the effect. Although she was fairly affable to her schoolmates, a hint of scorn lurked in her roving black eyes, which told its own story to those who best understood her ways. No one of the band of earnest workers honestly regretted her departure which occurred not more than half an hour after her arrival.

Before five o'clock the humble guests had departed with much handshaking and friendly bobbing of heads, leaving the house to the Lookouts. The patronesses left shortly afterward and the bevy of girls turned to with commendable energy to spend a merry hour setting the nursery to rights.

"Let's sit down at the table in these cunning little chairs and have a consultation," proposed Muriel. "I am really tired out. This has been a strenuous afternoon, not to mention last night."

"Not for me," was Jerry's discouraged comment. "One of those playhouse affairs would last about ten seconds if I attempted to sit in it."

"We'd better be moving toward home," suggested Daisy Griggs. "It's almost six o'clock. I am going to a musicale this evening and I mustn't be late for it." Daisy made a determined march for the stairs, and disappeared in search of hat and coat.

"Daisy is a very energetic person," laughed Irma. "I am going home, eat my dinner and go straight to bed. I've been sleepy all day."

"So have I," complained Rita Talbot. "I am glad I don't have to be a spook the year round. Spooks must lose a lot of sleep."

"I suppose they must. I never interviewed a real one, so I can't say positively," giggled Susan.

Following Daisy's example the Lookouts trooped upstairs in search of their various belongings, exchanging light nonsense as they went. Soon afterward they descended ready for the street. Marjorie, Jerry and Constance lingered while Jerry locked the door, depositing the key in a secret refuge of its own, the location of which was known to the woman who had been engaged to come early Monday morning in order to receive her small charges.

"I wish you and Connie would come over to our house to-night," invited Jerry. "Hal, Laurie and Dan will be on the job, I mean on the scene. Hal has a brilliant idea that he thinks might interest the Lookouts. He won't tell me what it is, either. Unless you two are kindly disposed enough to come over, I'll have to take my curiosity out in guessing."

"I'll have to ask my superior officer," demurred Marjorie. "Captain may think that I ought to stay at home this evening. I'll do some expert coaxing just to please you, Jerry."

"My aunt may also be of the same mind about me," said Constance. "Still, I think I can come."