Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp   By: Alice B. Emerson

Or, The Mystery of Ida Bellethorne

by

ALICE B. EMERSON

Author of Betty Gordon at Bramble Farm , Betty Gordon at Boarding School , "Ruth Fielding Series," etc.

Illustrated

New York Cupples & Leon Company Publishers

Books for Girls By ALICE B. EMERSON 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated

BETTY GORDON SERIES

BETTY GORDON AT BRAMBLE FARM BETTY GORDON IN WASHINGTON BETTY GORDON IN THE LAND OF OIL BETTY GORDON AT BOARDING SCHOOL BETTY GORDON AT MOUNTAIN CAMP

RUTH FIELDING SERIES

RUTH FIELDING OF THE RED MILL RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL RUTH FIELDING AT SNOW CAMP RUTH FIELDING AT LIGHTHOUSE POINT RUTH FIELDING AT SILVER RANCH RUTH FIELDING ON CLIFF ISLAND RUTH FIELDING AT SUNRISE FARM RUTH FIELDING AND THE GYPSIES RUTH FIELDING IN MOVING PICTURES RUTH FIELDING DOWN IN DIXIE RUTH FIELDING AT COLLEGE RUTH FIELDING IN THE SADDLE RUTH FIELDING IN THE RED CROSS RUTH FIELDING AT THE WAR FRONT RUTH FIELDING HOMEWARD BOUND RUTH FIELDING DOWN EAST RUTH FIELDING IN THE GREAT NORTH WEST RUTH FIELDING ON THE ST. LAWRENCE

Cupples & Leon Co., Publishers, New York 1922

[Illustration: THE WHOLE PARTY TURNED OUT GAILY. "Betty Gordon at Mountain Camp."]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I THE ORANGE SILK OVER BLOUSE

II THE FRUITS OF TANTALUS

III OFF FOR A GALLOP

IV A SECOND IDA BELLETHORNE

V MEASLES

VI A DISAPPEARANCE

VII ALL MRS. STAPLES COULD SAY

VIII UNCLE DICK MUST BE TOLD

IX THE LIVE WIRE OCTETTE

X BEAUTIFUL SNOW

XI STALLED, AND WITHOUT A DOCTOR

XII THE TUNNEL

XIII AN ALARM

XIV THE MOUNTAIN HUT

XV THE LOST GIRL

XVI THE CAMP ON THE OVERLOOK

XVII OFF ON SNOWSHOES

XVIII GREAT EXCITEMENT

XIX THE EMERGENCY

XX BETTY'S RIDE

XXI BETTY COMES THROUGH

XXII ON THE BRINK OF DISCOVERY

XXIII CAN IT BE DONE?

XXIV TWENTY MILES OF GRADE

XXV ON THE DECK OF THE SAN SALVADOR

CHAPTER I

THE ORANGE SILK OVER BLOUSE

"This doesn't look like the street I came up through!" exclaimed Betty Gordon. "These funny streets, with their dear old fashioned houses, all seem, so much alike! And if there are any names stuck up at the corners they must hide around behind the post when I come by like squirrels in the woods.

"I declare, there is a queer little shop stuck right in there between two of those refined looking, if poverty stricken, boarding houses. Dear me! how many come down in the world families have to take 'paying guests' to help out. Not like the Peabodys, but really needy people. What is it Bobby calls 'em? 'P.G.s' 'paying guests.'

"I was a paying guest at Bramble Farm," ruminated Betty, still staring at the little shop and the houses that flanked it on either side. "And I certainly had a hard time there. Bobby says that these people in Georgetown are the remains of Southern aristocracy that were cast up on this beach as long ago as the Civil War. Unlike the castaways on cannibal islands that we read about, Bobby says these castaways live off the 'P.G.s' and that's what Joseph Peabody tried to do! He tried to live off me. There! I knew he was a cannibal.

"Oh! Isn't that sweet?"

Her sudden cry had no reference to the army of boarding house keepers in the neighborhood, nor to any signpost that pointed the way back to the little square where the soldiers' monument stood and where Betty was to meet Carter, the Littells' chauffeur, and the big limousine. For she was still staring at the window of the little shop.