Marjorie Dean High School Senior Part 5

"I like that name," was Marjorie's opinion. "It's short and plain, yet it means so much. Every time we heard it or said it or even thought about it, it would make us remember our object. Those in favor of the 'Lookout Club' raise your right hand."

Seven right hands promptly went up. And although they could not then know it, they laid the cornerstone that afternoon for a famous high school sorority that was destined to flourish and endure long after their Sanford High School days had become but a dear memory.

CHAPTER V-THE HARD ROAD OF DUTY

"But why won't you join our club, Veronica?" Marjorie's voice held a pleading note. "We have been counting on you from the first. Of course I know you haven't as much time to yourself as the rest of us have. Still, I am sure Miss Archer would let you come to some of our meetings, if not all of them. We are going to meet once a week at the homes of the different girls and in the evening after dinner."

"I am sorry, Marjorie, but really I can't. For your sake I'd love to, but I am sure it would be best for me not to join your club." Veronica's pretty, pale features took on a faint tinge of pink as she delivered her quiet ultimatum.

"Is it because of Mignon La Salle?" It was Marjorie's turn to color as she asked this pertinent question. Since the first day of school when Veronica had chanced to overhear Mignon's unkind criticism of herself, and Marjorie had rather lamely asked the former not to judge the French girl too harshly, Mignon's name had never again been mentioned between them. From Jerry Macy, however, and various others, Marjorie had learned that Mignon never lost an opportunity to pa.s.s sneering remarks about "that servant girl." Marjorie wondered now if at least a part of these remarks had come to Veronica's ears. If such were the case she could hardly blame her new friend for refusing to belong to a club of which Mignon was to be a member.

For a moment Veronica did not answer. Her brief, mysterious smile flickered into evidence, then faded as she said frankly: "Yes, it is because of Miss La Salle. Understand, I am not afraid of her sneers. She is a very vain, foolish young person. It is because--" She broke off abruptly to launch forth unexpectedly with: "You remember my first day at school, when you and I walked home together?"

"Yes," came Marjorie's ready answer. Her eyes sought the other girl's face in mute question.

"You spoke to me then of Miss La Salle, and I said I understood. Since then I've wondered a good deal whether or not I did understand you. When you and she came to call on Miss Archer that afternoon, I may say frankly that I liked you on sight and disliked her intensely. I supposed, however, that there must be some good in her or you wouldn't be her friend. Then, too, when she sneered about me in the locker room and afterward, you asked me to think as kindly of her as I could, I still supposed that you must like her very much. Now comes the curious part. I've been at Sanford High only a week, but in that time I've managed to see and hear a great deal; enough, at any rate, to convince me that Miss La Salle is not nor never has been your friend. What I can't understand is why a delightful girl like you should trouble your head over the welfare of such an ingrate."

Marjorie's face registered patent surprise at gentle Veronica's energetic denunciation of Mignon. She realized that the flash in the former's gray eyes betokened an anger that had been wakened in Veronica's heart solely on her account.

"Why do you and your friends pay any attention to her?" continued Veronica warmly. "My-Miss Archer has told me a number of things that make me wonder at it. Of course, this is in strict confidence, but she was very much surprised to see Miss La Salle with you on the day you called at our-her house."

"I knew she would be," was Marjorie's rueful reply, "but on that day it was merely that she happened along in her runabout and-well-and just came with me. Miss Archer doesn't know--" Marjorie stopped. She had been on the verge of mentioning to Veronica her promise to Mr. La Salle. More than once, since that day in her general's office when Mignon's father had pleaded with her for his daughter's sake, Marjorie had wished that she had never been asked to make that fateful promise.

"Doesn't know what?" interrogated Veronica with the same energetic impatience that had characterized her blunt arraignment of the French girl.

"Veronica," Marjorie began solemnly, "I think, as long as we are already such good friends, that I ought to tell you about Mignon. It's not fair to you or myself or my friends to allow you to think that we approve of some of the things she does and says." Briefly, Marjorie explained the position that she and her chums had been forced into on the French girl's account. "You may tell Miss Archer, too, if you will. I'd like her to understand the situation."

"You girls have a hard task on your hands," was Veronica's grim comment.

"I've seen that sort of reform tried so many times in-- Well, I've seen it tried. It always fails. Perhaps I'm speaking too harshly for one in my humble position." She flashed Marjorie one of her strange smiles.

"It is right for you to say whatever you think," Marjorie made honest response. Inwardly, she decided that Veronica grew daily more baffling.

For a girl who had been brought up in such humble circ.u.mstances she was astonishingly authoritative in her manner of speaking. Yet Marjorie could not help but admire her dauntless spirit of independence.

"You think me a queer girl, don't you?" challenged Veronica. "Never mind. Some day you'll learn to know and understand me better. About your club," she went on hastily as though anxious to lead Marjorie's attention away from herself, "I must refuse positively to belong to it.

It would create trouble from the start. You have enough complications to manage as it is. I may have seemed unfeeling to you about Miss La Salle, but since I know more of the circ.u.mstances, I must say that I sincerely hope you may help her to find her better self. Look out, though, that she doesn't spread a web for your feet."

With this warning ringing in her ears, Marjorie left her new friend to continue on her way home to luncheon and entered at her own gate. Over a week had elapsed since the seven girls had congregated at Sargent's and made their first attempt toward forming the Lookout Club. During that time all the other prospective members had been interviewed and with the exception of Veronica had heartily fallen in with the plan. This was the second time that Marjorie had invited the former to join the club. She was distinctly disappointed at Veronica's firm refusal, yet she knew that the girl had spoken wisely when she had remarked that her advent into the club would be sure to create a disturbance on Mignon's part.

Privately, Marjorie would not have been specially grieved if Mignon, instead of Veronica, had been the one to refuse to join. On the contrary, the French girl readily accepted the invitation.

Although Marjorie could not know it, Mr. La Salle had recently stumbled upon a letter from Rowena to Mignon among those in his morning mail.

Unluckily for Mignon, it had drifted there quite by mistake. The postmark plainly revealing its source, he had sent for Mignon, forced her to identify the writing on the envelope and destroyed it unopened before her very eyes. Then he had taken her severely to task for it.

Mignon had craftily pretended innocence, boldly a.s.suring her father that she was astonished to think that Rowena Farnham would dare write to her.

Partially convinced by her eager protestations, Mr. La Salle had made Mignon sit down and write Rowena a curt note, which he dictated, informing her that she, Mignon, refused absolutely to hold any further communication whatever with her. It may be stated that although he also attended to the mailing of that particular letter, he had nothing whatever to do with a second much longer epistle written by Mignon to Rowena in school the next day and surrept.i.tiously mailed to her by special delivery.

Following on the heels of this dire calamity to Mignon's peace of mind had come Marjorie's invitation to join the Lookout Club. Mignon had hailed it as a timely aid toward restoring her father's doubtful confidence in herself, and accepted the invitation with alacrity. That she had done wisely was soon made manifest. Mr. La Salle was delighted when she casually informed him of the fact, and immediately promised to buy her an expensive gold vanity case, for which she had previously teased him without avail. Secretly, Mignon was highly pleased with herself. Rowena had always impressed it upon her that she must not scruple to use others to gain her own ends. She felt that in thus using Marjorie's invitation to appease her father's wrath, she had indeed managed very diplomatically. As for the letter, her father had forced her to write Rowena, Mignon knew it would be of no more consequence to her friend than so much blank paper. Rowena was too shrewd not to guess that Mr. La Salle was the motive power behind it.

Marjorie's views on the subject of Mignon, however, were not optimistic.

At luncheon that day she was very quiet. Veronica's warning still lurked in her brain. It was a queer situation she reflected. She had fought valiantly to make Mignon a member of the club, while all the time she was dreading the thought of it. On the contrary, she wished earnestly for Veronica to become a member, yet she had hardly protested against her refusal to join. Why was it, she pondered, that one's duty was hardly ever pleasant? Why did it so often require one to put aside the nice things and keep the disagreeable ones?

"What makes you so quiet, Lieutenant?" was her mother's solicitous question as Marjorie began a listless eating of a favorite dessert which she usually hailed with acclamation.

"Oh, I was thinking about the club. Veronica won't join it on account of Mignon. She thinks if she did that Mignon would make it disagreeable for all of us. Of course, she is right, yet it seems dreadfully unfair to her for me to accept that view of it. Just because I made that promise to Mr. La Salle, I am obliged to consider Mignon's welfare above Veronica's. It's too provoking!"

"If I felt that way about it, I would go to Mr. La Salle and ask him to release me from that promise," was her mother's tranquil advice. "If you lack the spirit of helpfulness, then you can hardly expect to be truly helpful. I don't mean that as censure, Lieutenant. You know my personal views on the subject of Mignon. I am merely suggesting it as an open road out of your difficulty."

"That is almost what Connie said to Jerry when we first talked of having the club, and Jerry objected to my asking Mignon to become a member. I stood up for Mignon then. Now I almost wish I hadn't. Still I know it was right to do it, so I must stand by my colors. Veronica and I understand each other. She knows that she is welcome to join the club, no matter what Mignon may think. Still, I know that if I coaxed her every day for a week she wouldn't change her mind about it. It's just another of those miserable vicissitudes, and I shall have to accept it as such and try to meet it like a good soldier. I couldn't go to Mr. La Salle and ask him to release me from my promise. I'd be a deserter from the army. That reminds me, Captain, may the club hold its first meeting here to-morrow evening after dinner? I'd like it ever so much if you have no objections. You know that means eats. Such a worthy organization can't conduct a business session without a reward afterward." Marjorie's brown eyes danced mischievously.

"I shall feel highly honored," laughed her mother, "and will take it upon myself to see that the worthy organization is lavishly rewarded.

How many girls will be here?"

"Fourteen, counting your grateful lieutenant," informed Marjorie.

Finishing her dessert in a hurry, she sprang from her chair and fervently embraced her mother. "You are positively splendiferous, Captain," she cried. "If I came and told you that I wanted to invite the whole four cla.s.ses of Sanford High to this house to a party, you'd say 'yes.'"

"I doubt it," returned her mother with twinkling eyes. "Deliver me from any such invasion!"

"Oh, I am not going to try it," Marjorie laughingly a.s.sured. "That was merely an extravagance of speech. Miss Flint continually warns us against using extravagant language. But there are times when it's extravagantly necessary. Are you sure you won't mind letting us have the living room for our meeting? I'd have it upstairs in my house, only we'd be rather crowded."

"No; Lieutenant, I am willing to resign all claim to it for the evening.

Mrs. Macy and I have a call to make on that poor man who was hurt so badly in that boiler explosion last week. I understand that he and his family are greatly in need of help. You will have to play hostess alone, as I am going to motor over for Mrs. Macy directly after dinner. I'll arrange with Delia this afternoon for refreshments for the club."

"Thank you a million times, Captain." With a final vigorous hug and a resounding kiss, Marjorie made a hop, skip and jump exit from the dining room. A twinkle of amus.e.m.e.nt lurked in her mother's eyes as through the wide doorway she watched her active daughter cross the hall and enter the living room to put in the fifteen minutes' piano practice after luncheon, which formed a part of the busy lieutenant's daily program.

The last mail of the morning had been productive of a letter for Marjorie from Mary Raymond. Mrs. Dean had placed it on the rack above the keyboard directly in front of Marjorie's open exercise book, with a view toward giving her a pleasant surprise.

That she had succeeded was immediately evidenced by the jubilant little cry which proceeded from the living room. As she had confidently expected, no sounds of practice arose from the neglected piano during the next fifteen minutes. Duty had succ.u.mbed to the fascinating wiles of Mary Raymond. As usual, Mary's letter covered many closely-written pages of note paper. She had much to tell of the glories of her far western home. She hoped that next summer Marjorie could surely make her the long visit which she had been unable to pay her that year. She was trying her best to be a good soldier. The Magic Shield of Valor had protected her more than once during her school life of the previous year. There were a number of very sn.o.bbish girls in the senior cla.s.s at school, of which she was now a member. One of them reminded her a little of Mignon La Salle. She was a new girl in school whose father owned one of the largest ranches in the state. So far this new girl had been very nice to her, but she had made up her mind to be very cautious about rushing into too-ready friendship with her.

"You see," Mary wrote, "I've had one severe lesson of that sort. I don't need another. By the way, how is Mignon behaving toward you since school began? I can't make myself believe that she has really changed. If I were you, Lieutenant, I would keep a safe distance from her. She is likely to turn and snap at you when you least expect it. It must be a relief to you girls to know that Rowena Farnham won't be a pupil of Sanford High this year. It wouldn't surprise me, though, if she and Mignon were friends still on the sly. They are a well-matched pair, and, therefore, hard to separate."

Marjorie smiled ruefully as she read Mary's uncomplimentary opinion of the French girl and her wise conclusion regarding Mignon and Rowena.

Mary Raymond had never forgiven Mignon her transgressions; moreover, she never would forgive her. She wondered what Mary would think when she wrote her chum the information that Mignon had been invited to join the Lookout Club. Mary's forceful warning against the latter did not tend to lighten the perplexed lieutenant's own lively apprehension. Suppose her own insistence that they keep their promise to Mr. La Salle were to later enmesh both herself and her friends in some difficult web of Mignon's spinning? Given that this could easily happen, it might take the greater part of their senior year to extricate themselves from it.

On the other hand, membership in the club might have a highly beneficial effect on Mignon. Marjorie fervently hoped that it would. At any rate she had pleaded that Mignon should be asked to become a member of the club, and come what might, she must abide by the consequence of her own act.

CHAPTER VI-STRICTLY LOCAL POLITICS

Marjorie was just putting on her hat preparatory to setting out for school, when Jerry Macy walked in at the open front door. "Thought I'd stroll over for you," she announced. "I might better say fly than stroll. I ran nearly all the way here so as to be sure to catch you at home." Jerry's very manner betokened the fact that she had something on her mind.

"I'm glad you came, Jerry. Captain says we can have the meeting here to-morrow evening. I wish you'd help me invite the girls. I'll tell Lucy, Rita, Florence, Gertrude and-Mignon. I think I'd better invite them myself as long as the meeting is to be at my house. You can tell the others. But we mustn't stand here to talk. It's after one o'clock now." Seizing her hat, Marjorie hastily slipped it over her curls and the two left the house.

"I'll cheerfully invite anyone except Mignon," stipulated the stout girl. "Is Veronica coming?" They had now started down the street toward the high school.

"No." Marjorie's face clouded. "She refuses to join our club."