<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXVI<br/> <small>THE GRAND GUARD BALL</small></h2>
<p>Bess was in a terrible state of mind when the
news was told to her. She told Nan before suppertime
that the girls were saying awful things, and
she wanted to know what it meant. The fact that
Nan was still bound by Dr. Prescott’s sentence of
silence made no difference to Bess.</p>
<p>“You’ve got to tell me what it means, or I’ll never
speak to you again, so there!” cried Bess. “How
is it your own chum never knows anything about
your secrets, and other girls do? It’s a horrid
shame!”</p>
<p>Nan, much troubled herself now, having discovered
the loss of her unfinished letter, ran off to
the principal and begged to be relieved of her sentence
of silence. “Else I shall lose my dearest
friend!” she told Dr. Prescott, quite wildly. “Something
has happened that I <i>must</i> tell her about, dear
Dr. Prescott! I <i>must!”</i></p>
<p>“‘Must’ is a hard master, Nancy,” said the principal,
softly. “Are you in trouble?”</p>
<p>“Yes, Dr. Prescott,” admitted Nan, almost sobbing.<span class="pagenum">[196]</span></p>
<p>“Can I help you at all, my dear?”</p>
<p>“No! Oh, thank you, no! Oh! it’s nothing to
do with my own self here at school; but it is about
my father and my mother. They—they are having
some trouble in Scotland.”</p>
<p>“I see, my dear,” said Dr. Prescott, quietly. “I
hope it is not as bad as you evidently think. But,
whatever it is, remember that I am always ready to
help my girls if I can. There may be something
later that I can do.”</p>
<p>“Thank you! thank you, so much, Dr. Prescott!”
Nan cried, putting up her lips for the warm kiss
the preceptress gave her. “And I may speak to
Bess?”</p>
<p>“I absolve you from further silence. I think you
will remember this punishment,” said the principal,
with a smile.</p>
<p>Then Nan went back and told Bess all. The
two girls read Mrs. Sherwood’s letter again and
again, and Bess declared that Nan should not leave
Lakeview Hall, no matter what happened about the
Scotch legacy. “My father will pay for you to
stay here with me, Nan Sherwood. You know he
will.”</p>
<p>Nan would not argue this point. They had talked
that over to a conclusion long before circumstances
had made it possible for Nan to attend the school.
With all her desire for an education, Nan was the
soul of independence. She knew now just what<span class="pagenum">[197]</span>
she would do. Her parents could not get home
much before the Christmas holidays, and Nan determined
to go to Tillbury to them when they
reached there, and at once get a certificate from Mr.
Mangel, the high-school principal, and try to secure
a position in some store in Tillbury. She told
Bess, to that young lady’s disgust and alarm, that
she must help support the family and help her father
pay off the mortgage that would have to be put on
the little cottage on Amity Street.</p>
<p>“I think it’s just as mean as it can be!” sobbed
Bess, fairly given up to woe. “And we were going
to have such fun this winter. And Dad’s almost
promised that we should have a nice boat next
spring. Oh, dear me, Nan Sherwood! Something
always is happening to you to stir us all up!”</p>
<p>At another time Nan would have laughed at this
way of expressing it; but she found no food for
laughter in anything now. The girls who were
closest to her, and loved her, were just as tender
and kind as their several natures suggested. Grace
Mason cried outright and her eyes were swollen
and red the next morning when Walter ran over in
the motor car to see her.</p>
<p>“What’s the matter, Sis?” he demanded. “Who’s
been picking on you now?”</p>
<p>“Sh! Nobody. Nan and Bess and Laura wouldn’t
let them,” his sister confessed. “But it’s Nan—in
<i>such</i> trouble!”<span class="pagenum">[198]</span></p>
<p>She related what she knew of the circumstances,
and Walter was deeply impressed by the story.</p>
<p>“Go ahead and get Nan, and we’ll take a little
spin,” suggested the boy.</p>
<p>While his sister ran to ask permission, and to find
Nan, Linda Riggs came along and stopped, as always,
to speak to Walter.</p>
<p>“How is it you never take us girls to ride any
more, as you used to last term?” asked the rich girl,
smiling winningly on Walter.</p>
<p>“I—I don’t have much time,” stammered the boy,
awkwardly. “Tutors, you know, and all that. Awfully
busy.”</p>
<p>“Yes—you—are!” laughed Cora, who was with
her friend. “We see you on the roads, flying by.”</p>
<p>Just then Grace appeared.</p>
<p>“Here we are, Walter!” she cried. “We’re all
ready.”</p>
<p>“Oh! all right,” answered the boy, and got out
quickly to crank up.</p>
<p>Linda tossed her head as Nan followed Grace
down the front steps. “That is what it means, eh?”
she whispered to Cora. “That poverty-stricken Nan
Sherwood! I wonder if Walter knows he’s taking
out a pauper in that handsome car.”</p>
<p>“Oh! maybe Nan isn’t quite a pauper,” said Cora
doubtfully.</p>
<p>“Yes, she is! And a thief! Or, she tried to
be——”<span class="pagenum">[199]</span></p>
<p>“You know Mrs. Cupp warned you about repeating
that story, Linda,” said Cora, hastily.</p>
<p>“Well! just the same there’ll be another story
to tell,” muttered Linda, watching the automobile
party get under way with envious eyes. “I’ll just
fix that Nan Sherwood; you see!”</p>
<p>In the automobile Walter found time to say to
Nan, when Grace could not hear: “I’m awfully
sorry you’re in trouble, Nan. I wish I could help
you. We all like you tremendously. You know
that, don’t you?”</p>
<p>“I believe you mean it, Walter,” said Nan, winking
fast to keep back the tears. “And it’s just <i>dear</i>
of you to say so. Thanks!” and Nan pressed the
boy’s offered hand warmly.</p>
<p>The Grand Guard Ball, a social event that shook
Freeling and the surrounding towns to their social
centre, was to be held on this evening. The older
girls of Lakeview Hall were usually allowed to
attend the assembly under the care of one or two
teachers. Sometimes Dr. Beulah Prescott herself
attended the ball.</p>
<p>Nan did not really care to go; but Bess insisted,
and would not go without her. Mrs. Harley had
seen to it that both girls had pretty party dresses,
and these compared well with the frocks worn by
the other girls who filled Charley’s old omnibus and
the several automobiles that transported the pupils
from Lakeview Hall to the ball.<span class="pagenum">[200]</span></p>
<p>Linda Riggs wore a frock as unfitted for her age
as Mrs. Cupp would allow. It was noticed, too,
that Linda did not wear the pretty coral necklace she
had displayed so frequently during the term. That
was around Cora’s pretty throat, while Linda’s neck
was bare of any ornament. Mrs. Cupp did not
attend the assembly on this occasion. She hurried
off to the village early in the evening, having received
a note from her sister, Miss Vane. Some of
the girls said that Mrs. Cupp and her sister were
in trouble over an orphan boy whom Miss Sadie
Vane had once taken to bring up.</p>
<p>“He was more like a bond-slave than an adopted
son, I reckon,” Susan told Laura Polk, in her gossipy
way. “If you gals yere think Mrs. Cupp is a
Tartar, yo’d ought to have some ’sperience with
Miss Sadie Vane. I wo’ked fo’ her once. Never
again!”</p>
<p>“What’s happened to the boy?” Laura asked.</p>
<p>“He done run away, and now it tu’ns out that
there’s money comin’ to him an’ the ’thorities want
to know whar he done gone. It’s makin’ Miss
Vane a sight of trouble—an’ sarve her right!”</p>
<p>This story Laura, of course, told to her chums;
but nobody expressed any sorrow for Mrs. Cupp
but Nan. The latter could not help but feel that,
after all, the matron had shown her some kindness,
even if she had told Dr. Prescott about the boathouse
banquet.<span class="pagenum">[201]</span></p>
<p>Dr. Prescott did not herself attend the Grand
Guard Ball. Mademoiselle Loro was very near-sighted,
and Miss Gleason, the physical culture instructor,
who also went to chaperon the girls, was
not of an observant nature.</p>
<p>Therefore, when Linda Riggs suddenly blazed
out in all the glory of a diamond and ruby necklace
in an old-fashioned setting “more fit,” as
Amelia Boggs said, “for a Choctaw princess to
wear than a white girl!” there really was nobody
to forbid the display.</p>
<p>People remarked about it, however. It was plainly
a family heirloom and very valuable. If it was
done to advertise Mr. Riggs’ wealth, it was in poor
taste, and Dr. Prescott certainly would be greatly
displeased if she heard of Linda’s action. However,
nobody had any concern about that unless it
was Linda herself.</p>
<p>The girls enjoyed every minute they were allowed
to remain at the ball. Each girl was allowed three
dances, and the question of partners was a burning
one.</p>
<p>Walter Mason had done yeoman’s duty in this
matter. He knew every youth who attended the
ball. He was indefatigable in introducing them to
his sister and the other girls from the Hall. Even
Amelia had partners for her three dances.</p>
<p>In fact, only one girl missed the full complement
of dances. That was Linda. She was so angry<span class="pagenum">[202]</span>
with Walter that she refused to let him introduce
any of his friends, and in return Walter did not
ask her to dance at all. So the Linda Riggs’ clique,
and Nan and the Masons, were very much at odds
when they went back to the hall at ten o’clock.</p>
<p>The necklace disappeared from Linda’s neck before
the Hall was reached. But in the morning, at
breakfast time, it appeared again in a most surprising
bit of gossip. Around the tables went the
rumor, flying from lip to lip:</p>
<p>“Linda’s beautiful necklace is gone! She’s in
her room in tears and will not be comforted. She
declares it has been stolen.”</p>
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