The Secret of the Sundial Part 8

"Well, you can't make me think that man was digging just for the exercise," Madge fretted.

"Perhaps he found what he was after," Cara suggested pessimistically. "In that case we're only wasting our time."

Miss Swenster presently came out to watch the girls.

"Such ambition!" she marveled. "When you have finished, I want you to come inside and have some of the chocolate cake I baked this afternoon."

After another fifteen minutes had elapsed, the girls decided they were doing entirely too much damage to the garden, and abandoned their project for the day. After such backbreaking work it was pleasant to sit in the comfortable living room, sipping hot chocolate and nibbling at Miss Swenster's delicious cake.

"Nearly all the work is done now except that I must pack small articles in boxes," their hostess told them. "The dishes must be sorted too." She sighed. "It hurts to see everything go but I do hope the auction will be well attended."

Madge and Cara eagerly offered to help with the packing, and after a polite protest, Miss Swenster agreed that they might. It was too late to work that afternoon but they promised to appear early Sat.u.r.day morning.

The two intervening days pa.s.sed slowly. At nine o'clock on the morning of the third, the girls presented themselves again at the mansion. They found Miss Swenster sorting out old photographs.

"It's very trying to decide which ones I must throw away," she told them.

"I'd like to save them all but I can't."

The girls expressed interest in the photographs and Miss Swenster showed them the picture of her mother, and of Florence Swenster. In looking at the youthful, sweet faces of the two sisters, it was difficult for Madge and Cara to realize that they could ever have been jealous rivals. They rapidly ran through the other photos, laughing at ridiculous poses or dresses that were amazingly old fashioned.

After they had finished looking at pictures, they set to work packing dishes. It gave them a genuine thrill to handle the choice pieces of porcelain and china.

"I haven't done anything to the study yet," Miss Swenster told them a little later. "I must get at that room as soon as we finish the dishes."

Presently she went upstairs on an errand. Before she returned, the girls packed the last dish. The study door was open and after waiting a few minutes they decided to see what must be done there.

They saw that the walls were lined with books which required packing.

Coverings had not been removed from the furniture.

"Look!" Madge exclaimed suddenly.

Cara turned to see her chum regarding an object above the old secretary.

It was a picture, and most strangely, its face was turned toward the wall!

"What do you make of that?" Madge whispered. "The other pictures aren't this way."

"Let's see what it is!"

"Perhaps we shouldn't."

However, the temptation was too great. Cara turned the picture over. A handsome young boy with round, full cheeks, twinkling eyes and a cropped head of golden curly hair, gazed down from the frame.

"Who can it be?" Cara murmured.

Before Madge could reply, they heard footsteps on the stairway. A moment later, Miss Swenster entered the study.

"All through with the dishes?" she asked cheerfully. "My, but you are fast-" Her voice trailed off and her entire body seemed to stiffen. She had noticed the picture on the wall.

She murmured something which the girls did not catch. Crossing the room, she removed the picture from its hook, and carried it from the study. The girls heard her mounting the stairs.

For a moment they were too dumbfounded to speak. Then Madge exclaimed:

"That's what we get for our ill bred curiosity! We've offended her terribly. It must have been her son."

Cara nodded miserably.

"The only thing we can do is to apologize."

They spent an unhappy fifteen minutes waiting for Miss Swenster to return. Madge was on the verge of suggesting that it might be better for them to leave, when she appeared. She smiled brightly as if nothing had happened, but they could see she had been crying.

"We're terribly sorry," Madge began contritely. "We didn't mean to be prying. It was simply inexcusable of us to touch the picture."

"I understand. It was nothing you did that affected me. Please, if you don't mind, let's not mention it again."

Miss Swenster was especially nice to the girls after that but the incident could not be forgotten in an instant. She made no further mention of cleaning the study and Madge and Cara carefully avoided the subject. They could tell that Miss Swenster was still upset. A half hour later they made an excuse for leaving.

"Do come again," she urged. "I know I've been very inhospitable. If you don't come back I'll feel that I've driven you away."

The girls were rather silent as they walked thoughtfully along the street. It was as if a measure of Miss Swenster's unhappiness had fallen upon their shoulders.

"I feel so sorry for her," Madge said after a time. "She's made an idol of that boy. And he's brought her nothing but unhappiness."

Cara glanced quickly at her friend.

"Do you know that for sure?"

Madge nodded.

"Yes, I intended to tell you the first thing today, but it slipped my mind. I found out through Uncle George what her son had done to disgrace the family. And when you hear the story, you'll not blame Miss Swenster for turning his face to the wall!"

CHAPTER IX The Mahogany Desk

The girls had reached the Wayne home. It was nearly supper time but Cara would not allow Madge to escape without relating all there was to know concerning Miss Swenster's adopted son. They sat down on the front steps.

"Last night I asked Uncle George if he knew why John Swenster left town,"

Madge explained. "Of course, it was a wild shot in the dark, for I never dreamed he could tell me. Well, it seems he was one of the few persons in Claymore who really knew the inside story."

"What luck! Tell me what he said."

"It seems that the boy never did amount to a great deal. He must have had bad heredity. Anyway, Miss Swenster took him from an orphan's home. She gave him every advantage, sending him away to school and later trying to establish him in business."

"That's probably where a lot of her money went," Cara observed sagely.

"Yes, she wasted plenty on him. He never appreciated it. He was always getting into one sc.r.a.pe or another. Then one day he up and forged a check for over a thousand dollars! Uncle George was a director in the First National bank where the matter came up. That's how he happened to know all about it."