The Camp Fire Girls in the Outside World   By: Margaret Vandercook (1876-)

by

MARGARET VANDERCOOK

Author of "The Ranch Girls" Series, "The Red Cross Girls" Series, etc.

Illustrated

[Frontispiece: "Esther Crippen, that is the loveliest song in the world!"]

Philadelphia The John C. Winston Co. Publishers

Copyright 1914, by The John C. Winston Company

CONTENTS

I. "DO YOU REMEMBER ME?" II. BETTY'S KNIGHT III. HER PENSION IV. TEMPTATION V. THE WAY OF THE WILFUL VI. ESTHER'S ROOM VII. THE THREAT VIII. PREPARATIONS FOB THE HOLIDAYS IX. THE CASTLE OF LIFE X. THE RECOGNITION XI. SUNRISE CABIN AGAIN XII. "LIFE'S LITTLE IRONIES" XIII. THE INVALIDS XIV. "WHICH COMES LIKE A BENEDICTION" XV. SECRETS XVI. THE LAW OF THE FIRE XVII. A FIGURE IN THE NIGHT XVIII. UNCERTAINTY XIX. AN UNSPOKEN POSSIBILITY XX. THE BEGINNING OF LIGHT XXI. BETTY FINDS OUT XXII. SUNRISE CABIN XXIII. FAREWELLS

ILLUSTRATIONS

"ESTHER CRIPPEN, THAT IS THE LOVELIEST SONG IN THE WORLD!" . . . . . . Frontispiece

"THERE ISN'T ANYTHING MUCH TO TELL"

THE PROFESSOR HAD TO WIPE HIS GLASSES

"I WON'T INTERFERE WITH YOUR DESTINATION"

The Camp Fire Girls in the Outside World

CHAPTER I

"DO YOU REMEMBER ME?"

Walking slowly down a broad stairway, a girl carried three old silver candlesticks in her hands. And although the hallway was in semi darkness, the candles had not yet been lighted. It was a cold November afternoon and the great house was chill and silent.

Entering the drawing room, she placed the candles upon the mantelpiece. Her breath was like a small gray cloud before her; and her dress, too, was the color of the mist and soft and clinging.

"Work, health and love," she murmured quietly, striking a match and watching the candles flicker and flare until finally they burned with a steady glow. "If one has these three things in life as I have, what else is worth worrying over?" Then the sigh that came in answer to her own question almost extinguished the candle flames.

"There are bills and boarders of course too many of the first and at present none of the second," she added with a kind of whimsical smile. "But, oh dear, what a trying Thanksgiving day this has been, when even the Camp Fire ideals won't comfort me! Dick 'way off in Germany, Polly and Esther studying in New York and me face to face with my failure to save the old house. It is not worth while pretending; the house must be sold and mother and I shall have to find some other place to live. In the morning I will go and tell Judge Maynard that I give up."

Sadly Betty Ashton glanced about the familiar room. The portraits of her New England ancestors appeared to gaze coldly and reproachfully down upon her. They had not been of the stuff of which failures are made. Her grand piano was closed and dusty, the window blinds were partly pulled down, and although a fire was laid in the grate, it was not burning. Dust, cold and an unaccustomed atmosphere of neglect enveloped everything.

With a lifting of her head and a tightening of her lips that gave her face a new expression, the girl suddenly pulled open a table drawer and began fiercely to polish the top of the piano while she talked.