 Chapter 1. Dorothy Dale, A Girl of Today This is a LibreVox recording. All LibreVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibreVox.org. This reading by Lucy Burgoyne. Dorothy Dale, A Girl of Today by Margaret Penrose Chapter 1. Dorothy The day of days had come at last. Dorothy would be the daughter of the regimen. Likely you don't have to kill your hair, Doro, for the fog is like rain, and that's the worst kind for made curls, said Tavia. Oh, I do hope it is not going to rain. No, it surely won't, but come, don't let's be late. There's heaps of time, Tavia. Oh, just see Briggs new flag. Isn't it glorious, cried Dorothy Dale? Not half as glorious as your old Betsy Ross. I'd be too proud to march if I had a real, truly Betsy. I think, anyway, it's prettier with the star as stars than with the regular Daisy field of them. And Tavia tied her scarf just once more. That being the fourth time she had smoothed it out and knotted it over. I think red, white and blue look lovely over a white dress, commented Dorothy. Your scarf is perfect. But you are like a live Columbia in Sister Tavia. No one could look as pretty as you and her companion fairly beamed with admiration. Come now, gather up the stuffs, button your cloak all the way down, for we don't want folks to see how we're dressed, and Dorothy made sure that her own waterproof covered her skirts to the very edge. It was decoration day and the girls were to take part in the veterans procession. Dorothy was the only daughter of Major Frank Dale, one of the prominent veterans of Dalton, a small town in New York State. Dorothy was in her fourteenth year, but since her mother was dead and she was the eldest of the small family, the other members being Joe, age 10, and Roger, just seven, she seemed older and was really very sensible for her years. The Major always called her his little captain and she showed such a practical interest in his business that of running the old newspaper in Dalton, the bugle that few, if any boys, could have made better partners in the work. At housekeeping Dorothy was relieved of the real drudgery by Mrs. Martin, who had been with the Major's children since the day when baby Roger was taken from his mother's side. And while the housekeeper was the soul of love for the motherless ones, it was Dorothy who felt responsible for the real management of the home. For Aunt Libby, as the children called Mrs. Martin, was fast growing old and faster growing queer in spite of a really good natured disposition. It seems to me, Dorothy, the old lady would say, Libby can't suit you any more, and Joe, too, he's mighty fussy about his victuals. Only my baby Roger loves the old woman and she would press the younger boy to her breast with a world of love in the caress. Not far from Dorothy lived Octavia Travis, or Tavia, as all the girls in Dalton called her. She had the reputation of being wild, that is, she cared little for school and less for study, but she loved her brother Johnny and she loved Dorothy. She also had some love left for the woods, but like many another child of nature, she was misunderstood, and she was considered an idler by everyone but her own father and Dorothy. Tavia is a rough diamond, Dorothy would tell the Major, and you need not be afraid of Aunt Libby's dreadful ideas about her. She's as good as gold, lots of girls, who turn up their noses at her, might learn charity from the Tiger Lily, as they call her, just because she has a few freckles around her eyes. I think they make her eyes prettier, they are so brown, her eyes you know, and Daddy, no other girl in Dalton, loves soldiers, dead or alive, as truly as Tavia does. This last document never failed to convince Major Dale, for a patriotic girl could no more go astray than could a star fall from the flag. He declared, so the little captain might go with Tavia, if she desired. So it was that Dorothy and Tavia were companions on Decoration Day, for weeks they had been getting ready, Tavia picking out the patches of daisies that would surely be in bloom in time, and Dorothy making certain that Mrs. Travers would not disappoint Tavia with her white things, as well as keeping track of Aunt Libby, who had Dorothy's own costume in hand. The dress was too short and had to be let down a whole inch, and of course it could not be done up until after the alterations were finished. There was always a big time in Dalton on Memorial Day, but this year it was to be made more memorable than ever before. The Grand Army of the Republic men were to come in from Rochester, the firemen were to turn out, and the school children were to have a place in the ranks, with Dorothy Dale as their leader. Besides this, the Dalton Drum and Fire Corps would make their first public appearance on this occasion, and a real review was to be given the procession in the little square opposite the school, not very far from the cemetery where the soldiers' graves would be decorated. No wonder, then, that Dorothy and Tavia were anxious about their appearance. Every schoolgirl was expected to wear white, of course, and the bunting stripes of red, white and blue were bought in Rochester by the schoolteacher Miss Alice, and sold to the children at actual cost, ten cents for each scarf. One thing was certain, no other girls would have such flowers as Dorothy and Tavia had, such syringias and such daisies, and the ferns that Tavia had growing back at the well for weeks. Tavia had taken charge of the flowers for Dorothy, had made the big bouquet, and had covered it with wet paper, so it would keep fresh. The little captain had made certain that her companion would not be disappointed about her white dress, and although Tavia had to stay from school to wash at the day before, Dorothy went over to help her with the ironing. The Mrs. Travers managed somehow to have an excuse for her failure in getting her daughter ready. She was that kind of helpless, shiftless person who rarely had things ready for her children, especially in the matter of Tavia's clothes. Your dress looks real pretty, declared Dorothy, as the girls hurried along to the school. Thanks to you for ironing it, responded Tavia with gratitude in her voice. I only helped you did the skirt. That was plain, but the waist and sleeves I never could have even smooth them, to say nothing of making them look this way, and she straightened up to show the beauty of the garment. At the school, everything was in commotion. Some girls wanted their scarves tied, others wanted to carry flags, some insisted they could not go out without hats, while Miss Alice, always strict, seemed more stern than ever. Those who were here yesterday afternoon raised their hands, she commanded. Every girl but Tavia raised her hand. Those who were not here to rehearsal, went on the teacher, cannot be in the ranks. You know I told you all to be here, or not to expect to go blundering along the roads, disgracing the school. Now, Miss Tavia Travers, please step back. All the commotion ceased. Tavia, the patriotic girl, she who had been searching for flowers in all sorts of dangerous and lonely places, not to march. Teacher spoke up Dorothy, her cheeks aflame and her voice quivering. It was not Tavia's fault, she, silence Dorothy, or you will also lose your place. But teacher insisted the girl, with commendable courage, I know Tavia. Leave the ranks, called Miss Alice, and Dorothy stepped down, and slipped into a seat alongside her weeping friend. Sarah Ford, you may lead. This announcement caused no less surprise than did the punishment of Dorothy, to think that Sarah Ford, a stranger in Dalton, whose father was not even a fireman, let alone a soldier, should take first place. It must be admitted that not every girl cared when Tavia left the ranks, for she was not a general favourite. But Dorothy, Major Dale's daughter, and he, the head marshal, with the conceited toss of her head, Sarah Ford stepped to the front. She's mean, was whispered around. Perhaps teacher knows only the meanest girl would ever take Dorro's place. Meanwhile, two very miserable girls were crying their eyes, sore in the back seat. Oh Dorro, sob Tavia, to think you lost it on my account. It was not on your account, well Dorothy, but on account of an unreasonable teacher. Hush, she'll hear you. Hope she does, went on the crying girl. I would just like her to know what I think of her. I don't care if I never come in this old school again. I never will, whispered Tavia. The ranks were formed now, and the girls marched out. An unpardonable expression covered the face of Sarah Ford as she passed the tearful ones. There hissed Tavia, sticking out her tongue at the unpopular leader. Sneak, she hissed again, and made the most unmistakable face of contempt and defiance at the haughty Sarah. Many looked sadly at Dorothy and with pity at Tavia. Certainly these two girls deserved to march. Dorothy had done so much to help. In fact, some of the girls knew she had helped the major with all the letter writing, inviting the Rochester men, and sending instructions to the firemen. And to think that now, at the last moment, she should be debarred, and Tavia too had been so happy at the prospect of the parade. Poor Tavia. Everybody knew she had a hard time of it. Anyway, only for Dorothy, who always helped her out. Now, young ladies, said Miss Ellis, as the last girl passed out, you may fall in at the end. I don't care too, Dorothy spoke up, wiping her eyes. But I say you must. Do, whispered Tavia, we can see them anyway. This was enough for Dorothy. Both girls stood up, straightened out their crushed dresses, pattered their red eyes with their handkerchiefs, and fell in at the end of the line. I don't care a bit, said Dorothy, smiling. I would just as soon be with you anyway. And besides, we will be right next to the veterans. Oh, good, answered her companion. I would rather be there than up front. Only, of course, you should lead. The Dalton drum and five-core was playing loudly. There seemed something very solemn about the lively tune in honour of the boys who had answered their last roll call. Tavia's eyes were swimming, and not a freckle was to be seen beneath the deep red colour that framed them. Dorothy could not talk. It was so sad that soldiers had to die just like other persons. She prayed her daddy would not be called for years and years. At the corner of the street the skilled children were joined by the main column. The veterans fell in, back of Dorothy and Tavia. Major Dale was Grand Marshal, and, of course, came first. He looked surprised at seeing his daughter, his little captain, last in line with the children. Then he glanced at Tavia. It was certainly something for which she was responsible, he was sure. But Dorothy had told him she had remained away from school amidst the last rehearsal. Holt called the Major, and his men stood still. At a signal the entire ranks waited. Miss Ellis stepped up to the Marshal smiling. She had evidently forgotten his daughter had lost her place. I need two girls to carry the end flags, he begun. These old men have all they can do to travel. The flags are not heavy. Here. The two last girls will do nicely. Dorothy and Tavia stepped to the sides and gracefully took the flags from the hands of the aged soldiers. The only girls who could carry real army flags and walk on either side of the Marshal leading the veterans. If I only could stick my tongue out just once more at Sarah, whispered Tavia, as she crossed back of the Marshal to her place. We have both got Betsy Ross flags now, said Dorothy, and in all that procession there were no prettier figures than those of Dorothy and Tavia, as they marched alongside the veterans, with the real army flags waving above their heads, stepping with feet and hearts in perfect accord to the music of the Dalton drum and five-core, Star-Spangled Banner. End of Chapter One. Chapter Two. Dorothy Dale, A Girl of Today. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading by Lucy Burgoyne. Dorothy Dale, A Girl of Today by Margaret Penrose. Chapter Two. Dorothy at the office. Could the sunshine of yesterday be forgotten in the clouds of today? Major Dale was ill. Over fatigue from the long march, the doctor said, had brought on serious complications. Early that morning, after Memorial Day, Aunt Libby called Dorothy to go to her father. The faithful housekeeper had been about all night, for the Major had had a high fever. But now, with daylight, came a lowering of temperature, and he wanted Dorothy. Now, don't take on when you see him, Aunt Libby told the frightened girl. Just make light of it and pet him like. Poor Dorothy, to think her own daddy was really sick, and so many veterans already did. But she must not have gloomy thoughts. She must be brave and strong, as he had always taught her to be. Why, daddy, she whispered, in a strange voice, kissing his hot cheek. The honours of yesterday were too much for you. Guess so, little captain, that I'll be on hand at mess time. And he made an effort to look like a well man. But I tell you, daughter, there's something on my mind. The bugle should come out tomorrow. And so it will. I'll go directly down to the office and tell Ralph. Yes, Ralph Willoughby is a good boy, the best I have ever had in the bugle office. And that's why I sent for you so early. I want you to go down to the office and help Ralph. Oh, I'll just love to, and Dorothy was really pleased at the prospect of working on the paper, in spite of the unfortunate circumstance, her father's illness that gave her the chance. Not so fast now, you must pay strict attention. But you are not to talk, you have had it either, from fatigue, you know, and it might come back. Just let me go to the office, and I will promise to return for instructions at the very first trouble Ralph meets. Dorothy was already on her feet. She knew the very worst thing the major could do in his present condition would be to talk business. Now I'm off, she said, with a kiss and an assuring smile. You will be proud of tomorrow's bugle. All about Memorial Day. Get the bugle if you want the news, she added. In true newsboy style, then Aunt Libby came in to wait on the major. But Dorothy's heart was not as light as her smile had been. Her father looked very ill, and the bread and butter of the Dale household depended upon the getting out of the bugle. Her brothers, Joe and Roger, had been sent to school early to be out of the way. But tomorrow they might both stay home, thought the sister, for they could help sell papers. Father never would let the boys do it, she reflected. But he is sick now, and we must do the very best we can. If he were ill a long time, we would have to get along. Only waiting to snatch up the sandwich left from her brother's lunch, for she knew the noon hour would be a busy time at the bugle office. Dorothy hurried out and over to Tabia's. I can't go to school today, she called in at the half-open door. Father is sick and I must attend to some business for him. Bad, queried Tabia, for she noticed the change in her friend's manner. Perhaps not so very, but you know he is seldom sick, and now he has a fever. Fever? echoed Mrs. Travers. Tabia, close that door this very minute, we cannot afford to catch fevers. Dorothy felt as if someone had slapped her face to think of her father giving anyone sickness. Nonsense, Ma, spoke up Tabia. The major is only ill from walking in the hot sun. Come in, Doro, dear, and tell us if we can help you. Aunt Libby is alone with him, and when the doctor comes she may need something. If your Ma would not be afraid to let Johnny run over about noon, I would pay him for any errand, spoke Dorothy. Oh, certainly, dear, the woman replied, now venturing to poke her uncombed head out of doors, thinking, evidently, that the mere mention of money was the most powerful antiseptic known. Of course Johnny will be too pleased, I'll send him any time you say. Secretly glad that her mother had so promptly overcome her fear of the fever, but also ashamed that her motive should be so flagrant. Tabia slipped on her things and joined her companion. I wouldn't keep you another minute, she begun, for I know just how anxious you are, but I'm going along to help, I can go on errands at least, and keep you company. Oh, Tabia, dear, perhaps you would better go to school, on account of the trouble yesterday. Teacher will think we are both defying her. Then let her send the Lady Sarah to find out, retorted Tabia. I would show her if I had freckles on my tongue. Please don't talk so, Tabia, it is wrong. Wrong? My father says there are some men in this world too mean to bother the law about. He says he knows one he would like to thresh, only he is sure the sneak would not hit him back, but would have him arrested. Physical punishment is the kind for such, Father declares. And that's just the way I feel about Lady Sarah. I would not tell Teacher on her, for that would give her a chance to crawl, as Johnny calls being mean. So sticking my tongue out at her is the nearest I can come to physical punishment. This doctrine did not in any way coincide with the upright views of Dorothy, but she knew argument would be useless, besides her head and heart were too full of other things to bother about schoolgirl troubles. Are you going to print the whole paper? Tabia asked, with amusing ignorance of the ways of the great American press. Why, no dear, I could not print it, Ralph must do that. Oh, I know, just put things in it. I may have to write some, Dorothy replied, with an important air. The parade story was not written, Father intended to do that. Oh, goodie, went on the irrepressible tabia. Say that the meanest girl in school, Miss Sarah Ford, was chosen at the last moment to lead the girls owing to the sudden illness of Miss Dorothy Dale, the most popular girl in school, who took a headache from the sun, but later recovered in time to carry a Betsy Roth's flag, along with her dear friend, Miss Octavia Travers. The flag's been presented to the girls by Major Dale. There now, how's that? And Tabia fairly beamed at the very idea of having her story printed. I declare, Tabia, you can string words together, as Father would say, but we cannot say anything against anyone that would bring on lawsuits, you know? Oh, yes, I know. It's just as Pa says, some folks are too mean for anything but a good thrashing, and that's Sarah. But I'll do anything I can to help you, and I hope I won't get the bugle into any lawsuits. Dorothy thanked her, and remarked that it was not likely. By this time they had reached the newspaper office, up two flights of stairs, over the post office and drugstore. The girls found the much perplexed Ralph Willoughby waiting anxiously for his employer. Ralph was that kind of a young man whom people trusted once. He was known all over Dalton as a most jealous worker in the liquor crusade that was being very actively carried on in the town. He had a firm face and deep clear eyes. The major used to say his eyes could talk faster than his tongue, and he knew how to converse well too. He had his sleeves rolled up and was bending over a pile of copy when the girls entered the office. He brushed his sleeves down and rose to hear their message. Father Isill began Dorothy weakly, for inside the office its difficulties seemed to crush her. And we're going to get the paper out, blurted Tavia, trying to grasp the wonders of a real newspaper office in a single sweeping glance. Can't he come down and the young man's voice betrayed his anxiety? I'm afraid not, went on Dorothy. He said we were to do the best we could. I was to help. And I guess I'm to sell the papers. Hurry up and print some. Is this the printing press Tavia rattled on? But the parade demude Ralph. It is not even written. I can manage the press well enough, but our reporter Mr. Thomas has not come in this morning. I suppose yesterday was too much for him. I think I could write up the parade, ventured Dorothy. I have often helped Father read proof. You know. Perhaps you can, as sent to Ralph. Here is a pencil and some copy paper. You had better try it once, as I will have to go to press earlier than usual to allow for snags. And he smiled to apologise for the newspaper slang. Dorothy sat down at her father's desk. Somehow she felt a confidence in her efforts when seated there, where he had worked so faithfully and successfully too. For the bugle sounded always a note of truth and sincerity. She started at once to write up the parade. She should be careful, of course, not to mention the major's name or her own, her father never did. And she hoped she could at least make a good composition or essay on Memorial Day. Dorothy worked earnestly, for she meant to have that issue of the paper up to the mark, if her labours could bring it there. Ralph had rolled up his sleeves again and was busy with the press. Tabby was nosing around as she expressed it. The door opened suddenly and little Johnny Travers rushed in. The major sent me to tell you, and he had to get a new breath in somehow, to tell you that old Mrs Douglas is dead. He finally managed to save. He wants you to be sure too to put her in the paper. Nothing but live stuff in this paper, Johnny Deere spoke up Tabby up. Mrs Douglas was bad enough alive, but dead. We really have in space, and in spite of the real seriousness of the matter, for Mrs Douglas was an important woman in Dalton, or had been up to that morning. Ralph and Dorothy were compelled to laugh at the wit of their friend. She was a big woman, said Ralph, adding to the mix-up in language, and the bugle is small. But being big, we cannot afford to slight her memory. There is so little time. I can write that, said Tabby up, shaking her head with a meaning, and I know all about Mrs Douglas and her high fence, also the flowers behind the boxwood. Here, Dorro, give me some of that paper. Oh, you would have to see some of the family, interrupted Ralph. Find out how she died, when she will be buried, if she said anything interesting about charities, you know, for mine, sung out Tabby up, adjusting her hat. Yes, your first assignment, ventured Ralph. Dorothy must finish the parade, and I must attend to the type setting, so if you could, really. Of course I can. Haven't I spent more time in the graveyard than at school? And don't I know what they say about dead persons? He lies, Mrs Doug. She had a mug, and none in doubt could match it. When she took sick, she died that quick. The bugle couldn't catch it. How's that, went on the girl. Shows it was our busy day, and we had time to catch the dead news. Not Mrs Doug's face, you know. Oh, Tabby, what slang, cried Dorothy, and added, you would better not go, you will surely say or do something. I certainly shall both say and do something. Johnny, look out for your nose there. That machine is going and your nose is not in she would. Yes, Doro, this issue with the bugle will blow a blast, both loud and shrill, in memory of Mrs Doug. You know she loved blowing. Never missed a windy day to collect the rent. It was useless to argue. Tabby was bent on doing the obit, as Ralph called the obituary assignment. She went out with Johnny at her heels. She's the jolly kind, commented Ralph, as the door closed on the brother and sister. Yes, and so few understand her, Dorothy replied. To me, she's just the dearest girl in Dalton, but others think differently of her. I've known boys like that, as centered the young man. They seem to live in a shell, and only poke their real selves out to certain persons, those who love them. I feel more like writing now, said Dorothy, brightening up. Johnny told me father is better. He was taking some nourishment. The child said, and when the doctor left, Johnny did not have to go to the drugstore. That means, of course, that there is nothing new setting in. I think Aunt Libby should have kept Joe and Roger from school, but she thought the house would be quieter for father with them away. Aunt Libby is very nervous lately. I do hope the major will be well soon, answered Ralph. He seemed so strong, but I suppose when sickness takes hold of something worthwhile, the result is equally of consequence. For some time, the girl and young man worked without further conversation. Dorothy bent earnestly over her story, while Ralph was busy with the type, setting up the last item of news that would go in the week's issue of the bugle. Suddenly, something like a scream aroused them. What was that? asked Dorothy. But without waiting to answer, Ralph hurried to the door. At that moment, Tavia staggered into the office. Her hat was off, and her face was very white. Oh, what is it, Tavia dear? Dorothy cried. What has happened? I'm so frightened, gasped the girl. Locked the door. That, that, man, he may come in. He is in the hall. Ralph was out in the hall instantly. The girls, cast in each other's arms, could hear him running down the stairs. Oh, he is so rough and strong. He may hurt Ralph, whispered Tavia, too frightened to trust her own voice. It seemed a long time to the girls, but Ralph was back in the room with them in a very few minutes. There was no one in the hall, he said, and I looked up and down the street. No one, no strangers seemed to be inside. Well, I was just coming up the stairs, and I couldn't see from the sun. When someone grabbed me, Tavia explained. Oh, Tavia, interrupted Dorothy. Yes, indeed, a great big horrid man with a hat over his eyes. And, oh, he was dreadful. And poor Tavia began to tremble again. Ralph had his coat on now. That man should not get away. But you can't leave us, beg the girls. He might break the door in. Then come downstairs, and we will lock up. I must telephone to Squire Sanders. He is in home, Tavia declared. I saw him drive out as I went up Wiggum Street. But Ralph insisted on giving the alarm. What did he say to you? He asked. Why? He must have thought I was Dorothy. I saw him first just as I turned out at Douglas's place, and he followed me all the way. At the lane, where it was really lonely, he called to me and I stopped. He said, Where are you going? I told him to the vehicle office. I didn't think anything of it. I am never afraid. Then he got nearer to me. Why didn't you run? Asked Dorothy. Why? I never thought of such a thing. I thought maybe he was coming here with some news. Even when he started up the dark stairs after me, I wasn't afraid. But when he grabbed me, Oh, screamed Dorothy. Yes, and he said, See here, Miss Dale. If you put one line in print about that old woman being dead, I'll blow the place up. He must be a crank, said Ralph. Such people always drift in to newspaper offices. Oh no, I am sure he meant it. For he grabbed my notes. He saw me reading them in the lane. Tavia paused an instant. And really, poor Mrs. Douglas was a good woman. The servant girl told me how she had worked for that Miles Burlock. She had some special interest in him. And you know how he drinks. Unfortunately, everyone in Dalton knew only too well how Miles Burlock drunk. Ralph had often helped him home. And then tried to get the man to talk of reformation. But it seemed like a hopeless case. Why should that strange man want the paper to keep quiet about Mrs. Douglas? Ask Dorothy. Something about Burlock, perhaps, Ralph answered thoughtfully. This man may be in with the drinking class. And perhaps if Burlock reads anything or heard it, somehow he might go to Douglas's house. And they say death is a great teacher. I know Mrs. Douglas often befriended Burlock. Then let him blow the office up, cried Dorothy, with sudden courage. Father never listened to threats. Tavia, can you remember some of the important facts? Quiet yourself and think it over. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Dorothy Dale, a girl of today This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This reading by Lucy Burgoyne. Dorothy Dale, a girl of today by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 3 A Stranger Adventure Joe Dale was a credit to the family. Although only a boy in his tenth year, he possessed as much manliness as many another well in the teens. He was tall and of the dark type, while Dorothy was not quite so tall and had fair hair. So that, in spite of the difference of their ages, Joe was often considered Dorothy's big brother. Roger was just a pretty baby, so plump with such golden curls. Dorothy had pleaded not to have them cut until his next birthday, but the boys, of course, thought seven years very old for long hair. Only for a few months more the sister had coaxed, and so the curls were kept. Dorothy always arranged them herself, telling fairy stories to conceal the time consumed in making the ringlets. Both boys were to sell papers today, for the bugle was out, and Dorothy had told her brothers of the necessity for extra efforts to help with money matters. You may go with one of the regular boys. Ralph Willoughby instructed them. He can tell you where you would be likely to get customers. Go into all the stores, of course, and look out for the meal hands at noontime. I'll sell bugles today, declared Joe, with that splendid manliness and real earnestness that makes a boy so attractive, especially to his sister. It takes a boy, Dorothy said proudly, as her brothers left the office, each with his bundle of papers, for, of course, Roger had to have a strap full the same as did Joe. Ralph was glancing over the paper. Evidently he was pleased with its appearance, for his face showed satisfaction. Is it all right, Dorothy asked, secretly glad that getting out was finished, and that she would not have to write another parade story that day. First rate answered the young man, and I think your father will be pleased. You had better go home and take him a copy. He may be anxious to see one. I'll go now, she told Ralph, and I'll be back about noon, when the boys come in from their routes. Dorothy passed out and closed the door after him. Ralph went to the far end of the office to finish folding the papers. Slowly had he taken one sheet in his hand, then he heard something in the hall. A scream, and in Dorothy's voice, darting past the big press and making his way to the hall door quickly. In spite of the things that barred his path, Ralph pulled open the portal. The girls were in a heap on the steps, Dorothy and Tabia. The young man bent down anxiously. The pair seemed unusually still. Fainted, he murmured, trying to lift Dorothy's head. Is he gone? whispered Tabia. We are not hurt, we only made believe. Oh, said Dorothy, I feel as if I were dying. I can't breathe. Try to get on your feet, commanded Ralph. The air will revive you. There, gasped Tabia. There's his hat. I grabbed it when he put the handkerchief with some stuff on it, to my nose. And the girl held up a grey slouch hat. The kind Western men usually wear. That may help us, said Ralph. But first, you must both come down to the drugstore. That stuff he used most sicken you. It has a queer smell. Once on their feet, the girls seemed all right. In fact, as Tabia said, they had only made believe to prevent any further violence. It seemed incredible that two girls should be way-laid in broad daylight in the hall of the most public building in Dalton. But the fact was certainly plain. There was the dirty white handkerchief reeking with some drug. And besides, there was the hat that Tabia had taken from the man's head. Ralph took the girls into the prescription room at the drugstore to see if they needed any attention. And there to the astonished drug clerk, as well as to the equally astonished proprietor, Tabia tried to relate what had happened. It was the same man who grabbed my papers the other day, she said. I saw him first as I came along William Street. Joe and Roger had just gone in becks with their papers, and as I saw the man watching them, I was afraid he might kidnap Roger. I was just thinking who would be best to call when he caught me watching him, and then, like a flash, he sprung into that saloon at the corner. I thought he was frightened lest he would be caught, and I hurried down here to warn Dorothy. Well, no sooner had I put my foot inside the hall than he darted at me. Where did he come from? asked the drugstore proprietor. Probably through the alley that leads from the saloon to the end of our building, explained Ralph. He could easily dash into the hall from there. He was after papers, declared Tabia. For just as he grabbed me, he saw Dorothy. I was going to scream when he put that queer-smelling stuff to my nose. I screamed when I saw Tabia ventured the fright and Dorothy, but he had me almost before I could open my mouth. Tabia squeezed my hand, and I knew she meant for me to be quiet. And if you had not closed your eyes, he might have given you another dose at a Tabia, who somehow seemed to know more than anyone else about the wicked ways of the mysterious stranger. But how did he manage to get away so promptly? asked one of the men, trying to get on the track for capture. Through that same alley into the saloon, Ralph said, I will go at once and have the place searched. As soon as he got the papers Dorothy had, he went off, finished Tabia, just as he did when he got my notes. Leaving the girls to quiet themselves in the drugstore, all the men, except the head clerk, started out to give the alarm. This time a thorough search should be made, and even a reward offered by the town for the capture of the coward who went about trying to frighten helpless girls. There was certainly some hidden motive in his actions. As he had, each time, made an attack on someone connected with the bugle's business, and the men quickly concluded his intentions had to do with an attempt to stop the liquor crusade. Miles Burlock also figured in the case they decided. Although how this stranger was mixed up in matters relating to Burlock, and what connection Mrs. Douglas's death could have with such affairs was not plain. The druggers warned Dorothy and Tabia not to tell their experience to anyone, not even to the folks at home. For, he argued, the stranger might get to hear they were after him, and so escaped. Dorothy readily agreed to keep silent. In fact, it would not do for anyone in her home to know of her experience, as the major was too ill to be worried. But Tabia did not see why her father should not be acquainted with the affair, as he always knew what to do. And why should other men be allowed to search for the man who had threatened her, when it was plainly her own father's special privilege? Well, if you feel that way about her, agreed the druggers, tell your father to come down here tonight, and perhaps he will be put on the committee. This was quite satisfactory to Tabia, and after making sure that no more strangers looked about, the girls made their way home. I never was afraid in daylight before, remarked Dorothy, whose face was still pale from the fright. Let us hurry, there are the boys. Be sure not to say anything to them about the scare. Hurray, shouted Joe, swinging his empty strap, all sold out. Me too, said Little Roger, who had his strap buckled so tightly about his fat waist that he had hard work to breathe under the pressure. Hip hip, answered Tabia, continuing, blow, bugle blow, blow, bugle blow, we're very proud you blew so loud to let the people know. Price five cents, order now. That's the way city people put things in the papers about their goods, declared Tabia. I think when I leave school, I'll look for work in a newspaper office. Ralph said you did splendidly, said Dorothy. I'm sure I never could have gotten along without you, but we are home now, and no paper for the major finished Tabia. There's a boy, I'll get one, said Joe, running up at full speed to overtake the news boy, who had just turned the corner. Aunt Libby may be cross with Dorothy, for she has been all alone, and this being Saturday, she would expect help. Mother won't say anything to me, Tabia decided. For, well, I have something to tell her that will make her forget all about the work. Not about the, you know, caution her companion. My no, answered the other. It's just about Mrs Douglas's funeral. You know Ma always goes to funerals, and I've found out that people may go to the house and see her. That will interest Ma. Joe was back with the paper, and was proud to have such an active interest in the bugle. It seemed something to say it was his own father's paper, and then to have people remark what a bright sheet it was, and how it was never afraid to tell the truth. Let me give it to father, he asked Dorothy. No, let me, pleaded little Roger, because I ain't hardly seen him a bit lately. But you must not tell that we sell papers, directed Joe, father is not to know yet, you know. Oh, I won't tell, Roger promised, that you might forget, argued Dorothy. No, declared the little fellow. I'll just let this strap keep squeezing me, then I couldn't forget. And have father ask where you got it, said Joe laughing. Then I'll tie a string around my finger, persisted the younger brother. I'll tell you, Dorothy concluded, you just run in, give father a good hug, put the paper on his lap, and run out again, without saying a word. Then he will think you are playing newsboy. This plan was finally decided upon. Although Roger did think he would like to stay, for just a little while, to hear daddy say something about something. They found the major anxiously expecting them. He feared something had happened, the press might break down, or the paper supply give out. Many things might occur, when the man who ran the business, was not there to keep end straight. To say that the major was pleased, was not half telling it, he was delighted. To think that they could get out a paper like that, and that his little captain should write up the parade, it really was well described. Perhaps what astonished him most, was Tabia's part in the issue. He laughed when Dorothy told how jolly Tabia was. Of course, there was no mention of the encounter with the strange man. But that night Dorothy could not sleep. The excitement perhaps, or was it fear? Oh, if that horrid man had never come to Dalton. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Dorothy Dale, a girl of today. This is a LibraVox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. This reading by Lucy Burgoyne. Dorothy Dale, a girl of today, by Margaret Penrose. Chapter 4 A Clue As the druggist had anticipated, a citizen's committee was formed to run down the assailant of Dorothy and Tabia. The hat bore the mark of a Rochester house, so that was something of a clue. An endless man ought to be easy enough to identify. But, of course, he had managed to get ahead, covering somewhere. Stole it, perhaps, from an open hallway? But, after an exhaustive search, and much questioning of persons who might have seen the man, no news of importance was turned in at the committee meeting. Mr. Travis had what he considered a tangible clue. Miles Burlock had told him that a man from Rochester had been hounding him for weeks, and that he pretended to know something of Burlock's business. Burlock, at scenes, Mr. Travis said at the meeting, was, in some way, connected with the Douglas family. There is money in the affair. However, it may concern Burlock and Mrs. Douglas, and this stranger is after the cash. But what in the world has these children to do with that? Asked the chairman. Ralph Willoughby stood up. It seems, Mr. Chairman, he said, that the first time the man gave us trouble was when we sent to learn something about Mrs. Douglas's death. He secured the notes to prevent us from publishing anything about the lady. Then he threatened to blow up the bugle office if we did print and obituary. This did not intimidate us, and when the paper was out, he waited for the little boys, sons of Major Dale, to harm them possibly. It was then that one of the girls saw and recognised him, and he, being sure of this, made off. A few minutes later, he intercepted both girls on the stairs, tried to frighten them with some drug, took the papers from Miss Dorothy Dale, and again made his escape. This was by far the most intelligent account of the affair yet given, and after its recital, many of the men thought they could see a solution of the mystery. But how do you associate all this with Miles Burlock? Ralph was questioned by the chairman. I know Mrs. Douglas had a special interest in that man, went on Ralph. I have known her to give him money to buy respectable clothes with, and, well, there is no need to make public our brother's misfortunes. At any rate, it seems plain to me that this stranger was trying to keep the news of Mrs. Douglas's death away from Burlock. Has anyone seen Burlock lately? Was next asked. No one had. In fact, his absence had been noticed by many present. He was not a common drunkard, and that was probably why such an interest was manifested in his possible entire reformation. This was all of importance that occurred at the meeting, and the committee adjourned with instructions to continue their work. It was a beautiful spring evening, the air was soft with blossoms, and a perfume dew made all of Dalton like a rose garden. Major Dale was improving rapidly. In fact, he had recovered so quickly that this evening he insisted upon sitting out of doors for a few minutes. The doctor had discontinued calling and said the attack was more of over-fatigue from the march on Memorial Day than anything else. Both Dorothy and Tabia had been absent from school the past week, but this was Sunday evening, and they would both go back tomorrow. Dorothy went over to talk about it with her friend. Well, it will be something to have another chance at Lady Sarah, said Tabia, when Dorothy had finished telling her to be sure and have her father write an excuse to hand to Miss Alice. I don't mind school so much when there is something else to think of in between, and the girls will be tickled too for they all love a good fight. Now, Tabia, you must stop that kind of talk if you are going to be a friend of mine. Counsel Dorothy, I cannot be considered your friend if you will not be Ladylike. Like Lady Sarah, Tabia finished, laughing. Well, all right, Doro, dear. And she gave her chum a bear-like hug. I'll be as good as pie. Lemon meringue at that, so don't worry any more. Have you heard anything about the man? Dorothy asked cautiously, for it was almost dark, and the girls were walking back to the dale homestead. Not a word, answered Tabia, except that father thinks he has gone out of Dalton altogether. And I have not seen Miles Burlock all week come into Dorothy. You know, I had been trying to get him to reform. Everybody seems to be trying to do that. Well, Ralph told me he had seen Burlock crying like a baby one day because a little girl asked him for a penny. And Ralph thinks, perhaps there was some little girl storing, a daughter maybe. And he suggested that I try my influence with Miles. Did he cry like a baby over you, teased Tabia, with poor appreciation of her friend's efforts to help along the liquor crusade. Now please, Tabia, don't be absurd. There is something wonderfully winning about Mr. Burlock. Of course there is. Wicked people are always winners. I won't tell you one thing more. Now Doro, Doro, you know I love to hear you talk that way. And if it were not so dark, I could see your eyes show how deep they are. Just like the jacks in the pulpit, I gathered in the woods yesterday. You are nothing like a wild flower, more like a beautiful pink and white hyacinth that grows in the Douglas Garden. But sometimes when you pretend to be angry you make me think of the wood flowers. They have such a way of blooming best when some other growing thing tries to stop them. Jack in the pulpit grows right up through stones and blooming tangles are poison ivy. I am sure I have no right to compare myself with flowers. Answered the other pleasantly. This year always admired her friends poetic ideas. Although other people might laugh at them. Show she is thoughtful anyway. Dorothy would tell herself. And that is what Ralph meant when he said she could not make serious mistakes when she followed the advice of her kind heart. The Dale House could be seen through the trees now. Voices were heard outside. Perhaps the boys playing some games. I'll leave you here said Tabia. You are not afraid of bugaboos are you? Not a bit. Answered Dorothy laughing. Be sure to be on time at school tomorrow. No use adding coals to the fire. It depends on whether you intend to wash, bake or iron. Now I am going to do all three tomorrow. So I may as well keep up a good warm fire and giving her charm a hearty hug. Tabia started off. Dorothy stopped as she neared the piazza. Surely that was a strange voice. A man was talking very earnestly to her father. It was Miles Burlock. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Dorothy Dale A Girl of Today This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org This reading by Lucy Burgoyne Dorothy Dale A Girl of Today by Margaret Penrose Chapter 5 Miles Burlock What could that man want of her father? And what was so mysterious about their conversation that reached her ears in spite of her attempting to enter the house without intruding upon her father's company? Her name was being spoken and why would Aunt Libby not open that door? There she is now, said Major Dale, as Dorothy gave one more knock. Daughter, come this way. We are waiting for you. How hard her heart beat and how foolish she was to be nervous. This gentleman began, Major Dale, wants you to hear a story. It may be sad that he is so young, but perhaps the knowledge that you have helped Mr. Burlock to settle one point in this story may make it more interesting to you. The faint moonlight streamed from the spring sky made a silvery glow upon the faces of the two men and even in the shadows that of Miles Burlock showed features firm and what might be called handsome. Dorothy had often seen him before, but he had never looked that way. His face was clearer now, he was changed. Child, he said, extending his hand to her. You need not fear Miles Burlock now. He is a man no longer a slave to rum, but awake at last. I am so glad Dorothy stammered. Yes, that day you took my hand, although it was not fit for yours and the way you asked me to join in the league work came like a miracle of grace. Perhaps it is because because you are so like the child I lost. He bowed his head and for a moment was silent. Then he looked at Dorothy again. As you are the one chosen to help this man find himself that he has been morally lost for years I feel it may be that you too may help me find my own child. Miles Burlock went on. At any rate it is best that you should hear the story for when men like us have passed away the children may be here to remember what others will be glad to forget about me. To forget that I tried to undo the wrong I had done to those lost to me now. Major Dale opened the door to the sitting room and there the man continued his story. As a boy I was cared for by an over-indulgent aunt and I have often thought that the fact of having lost my mother might in some way make an excuse to heaven for me. For the boy or girl who never knows a mother has suffered more than mortal can count in ways more numerous than mortal can see and a motherless babe is the saddest story in all human history. Well, money had been left for me and this too I believe was an inherited wrong for too early in life had I begun to feel independent. Later that indifference to discipline grew to recklessness and then the final evil came in the shape of bad company. Major Dale stopped the speaker for a moment and Dorothy was glad to move a little nearer her father. Somehow this strange story was unlike anything she had ever heard and while it fascinated her it also frightened her for she had not before known anyone who had lived such a wild life and here is where your daughter Major Dale has come so strangely into my life went on Mr. Block the good people of this town had been working hard to save such men as I had been but no longer will I rank myself with such. That young man Ralph Willoughby had pleaded with me in a way few could have resisted but the trouble was I was in the hands of a man who had been my evil genius for years and no matter how firm I would get away from temptation this tyrant would manage to put the poison into my hands of course I thought him a friend that was what he had always pretended to be but through the strange interference of this little girl laying his hand on Dorothy I have seen the light the scales have fallen from my eyes the awful face of the villainous man who had so frightened Dorothy on the stairs at the bugle office seemed to flash into that room could he be that evil genius yes Major Dale he went on you must have heard by this time that a man waylaid your daughter grabbed the papers from her hands and tried to frighten her so that there would be no outcry until he had made his escape well that man was no other than he who put liquor to my lips when I was a boy who took me from my home when I was a husband and made me sewn papers that would leave my young wife helpless in all the affairs that she should rightfully control not satisfied with this record of villainy he at last separated me from my wife my daughter and though I have searched for years for them it has all been in vain the man stopped tears were streaming down his pallid face and the sorrow of a lifetime seemed about to break the bonds of human endurance Major Dale put his hand on the other shoulder cheer up brother he said there may yet be time but have I not searched all this week and did not that man promised to take me to them Dorothy shrunk back when Mr. Bullock said the man who had put terror in her own life was the same person who had destroyed his happiness then it was as Ralph said Miles Burlock did figure in the mysterious case the evening was melting in tonight Major Dale was still feeble from his illness and his daughter quick to see the look of pain on his loved face determined to stop the story for the time being you must lie down father she said putting her arm around him you know the doctor said to be very careful with the promptness that bespoke good breeding the visitor arose pray pardon me he said politely I have been very selfish I will not disturb you longer I will come again tomorrow we will be very glad indeed to help you if we can the major replied rather faintly for Dorothy had not spoken a moment too soon for his comfort the real matter with which I would ask you to help me is the putting aside now of the money which is in my name and which should be secured against enemies of my poor wife and daughter said Miles Burlock I will never again trust anything to the uncertain time when they may be found for I believe now they are being kept away from me by this same scoundrel Andrew Anderson it may be well for you to know his name and where is he asked the major his voice showing the feeling he could not hide a determination to deal severely with the man who had threatened Dorothy that is something I would not dare to tell even if I knew my only hope of getting these affairs settled so that I may sometime make amends to my dear ones is by keeping away from Anderson it might not detain you too long to say that last week my friend my counsellor and benefactress Marion Douglas passed away for years she held safely for me the principal of the money I had been wasting now that she is gone and he knows it I must at once make it secure in some other way tomorrow if you will allow me I will come again and bring witnesses no other man in Dalton would be so worthy of the trust thousands of dollars have almost made themselves in ways planned and carried out by Marion Douglas who held this money both for me and from me but now a part of this must be used to find my wife and my daughter Nellie and then to run down their persecutors for I have been a tool simply in the hands of those who took what I had and who have been trying for years to get the rest if nothing happens to me tonight I will come tomorrow morning after that we may tell the town who it was who tried to spoil the fair named Dalton he pressed Dorothy's hand to his lips as he left she felt a tear fall upon her and she knew that all her prayers and all her efforts to save this man from his evil ways had not been in vain and with the happiness that comes always in the knowledge of good accomplished a new resolve came into her heart she would someday find Nellie Burlock End of Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Dorothy Dale, a girl of today This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading by Lucy Burgoyne Dorothy Dale, a girl of today by Margaret Penrose Chapter 6 At the Swing The strange story of the reformed man filled Dorothy's brain with exciting thoughts that night and it was almost morning when she finally fell asleep even then she dreamed of all the fortune her father was to have in trust the wicked man who had been trying to get it and the poor wife and child who were hidden away somewhere perhaps now starving in her dreams she became Nellie and she tried oh so hard to find her own father the dear major the worry of it even in sleep gave Dorothy a severe headache and when she awoke she found her nerves still throbbing and her brow hot and feverish oh I'll be so glad to go to school today she thought I am tired of all this worry and it will be good to be back with the girls again Doro let me in let me in little Roger was calling at her door and before she had a chance to finish dressing her little brother had his soft white arms about her neck now don't you look you can't see until I've given you a court of kisses and you have to promise not to cry cry what for she asked crush your heart first he insisted then she saw that his curls were gone oh darling she exclaimed who did it Jake the barber and daddy said so he said you should not bother with tangles anymore now don't you dare cry you promised a girl took the little boy in her arms why did they do it just that day when her head ached and she had so many worries those beautiful curls how she had loved them now Doro you are going to cry because your eyes look like polywogs and you must be glad that I'm a man like Joe now and the boy sprang from her arms up like a major before her then he was a man and her baby no longer it was not the curl so much but taking her baby from her that hurt so the loving mother spirit that had made Dorothy Dale the girl she was seemed to grow stronger now with every tear that clouded her eyes yes he had been her baby and she had loved him with a wonderful love sent into her heart she always thought by the mother in heaven who watched over them both you had been a very good boy she managed to say and Joe is a very good boy so if you can be like him perhaps I will not be so lonely without the other Roger it was an hour later that Dorothy met Tavia in the lane and hurried to school with her of course she could not tell her friend what it was that made her so quiet and it really was hard to keep a secret like that at the mysterious man from Tavia perhaps she could tell her in the afternoon by that time Mr. Verlock would likely have all his affairs attended to and then he said he would tell the town who the man was for whom the people had been looking as Dorothy and Tavia came into the schoolyard they saw Sarah Ford on the swing that hung from a heavy square frame down went Tavia's books on the grass first for a run under she called and instantly a line of girls formed while Tavia led of course with such a run under Sarah tried to jump to save herself from another like it hold fast shouted the next girl who already had her arms up to the swing board then one after another they jumped to reach the board and send it higher and higher until the girl on the swing threatened to turn over the frame oh please stop she cried there goes the bell one more good push sent her up into the air and the girls were all gone school was in for one moment Sarah held on and then jumped into the remains of the janitor's rubbish fire Sarah Ford picked herself up her white dress was covered with soot and dirt the classes were called by this time and she could not go into the cloakroom oh that horrid mean thing Tavia Travis she thought I will not give the girls a chance to laugh at me and darting out of the gate she ran down the lane away from school at the end of the lane the girl turned into a orchard and sank down under an apple tree had she really run away from school she could not turn back now and what would her father say he was so severe about school he never would take any excuse the black soot had almost all blown off her dress if she had not been so proud always about her looks perhaps she would not have noticed it much oh what will I do to that girl she thought it was all her fault and I'll lose my place too the sense of bitterness that filled Sarah Ford's heart was an entirely different sentiment from that which animated Tavia Travis when she made up the running under game the one was the sense of revenge bitter and cunning the other was a matter of skill girls fun pure and simple sitting there on the grass that revengeful spirit took the form of a resolve in Sarah's heart to pay back Tavia Travis end of chapter 6 chapter 7 Dorothy Dale a girl of today this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading by Lucy Burgoyne Dorothy Dale a girl of today by Margaret Penrose chapter 7 what happened in the orchard within the skill room more than one girl was wondering what had happened to Sarah Ford Dorothy was worried hers was a nature that took all things seriously while Tavia insisted on looking on the easy side as she turned to hope she was hoping with all her heart now that Sarah Ford would soon enter the room but the morning wore on and no Sarah appeared at last recess came such whispering among the girls so many theories advanced to account for Sarah's disappearance playing hooky was all Tavia said in the way she had of making light of things perhaps she was hurt whispered Dorothy to Alice McAllister a girl who had always been a close friend I don't think so said Alice even had she fallen there was nothing she could strike on and I have often jumped when I could not go one bit higher she may have fallen on the rubbish heap suggested one of the older girls at last school was dismissed I'll wager we find her down the lane taking widow Drew's apple blossoms remark Tavia as she and Dorothy started the home she may be going to another party and want a change of decorations she wore honeysuckle last time hush Dorothy interrupted I thought I heard someone moan so did I declared Tavia they listened a moment there it is again said Dorothy oh I'm sure that's Sarah it was down in the orchard went on Tavia help oh help me came a voice and this time there was no mistaking the cry a girl was calling springing over the fence with Dorothy following her Tavia ran through the deep grass to the spot from which the sounds came under the apple tree suffering and helpless they found Sarah Ford oh what has happened wail Dorothy bending over her you have killed me gasped Sarah is it your ankle trying to find out what could be done to get Sarah home yes and you did it declared the suffering girl you gave me that last push oh oh get a doctor or I will surely die and she buried her head deeper in the grass writhing in agony can't you move Sarah dear Dorothy pleaded if you only could perhaps we could make a hand chair and carry you oh it would kill me my leg is surely broken I can feel the bone oh dear oh dear me what shall I do and the unfortunate girl burst into hysterical weeping I'll run and get a wagon or a carriage or something Tavia said nervously for she was very much frightened at Sarah's condition they never could drive in this rough place Dorothy sighed listen there is Joe calling he will help us in a moment Joe Dale was beside his sister why a man must carry her of course he declared promptly I just met Ralph Willoughby a shrill whistle from Joe followed by his calling sadly the young man's name soon brought Ralph to the scene oh I am so glad it is you said Dorothy you will know just what to do and we don't want a crowd by this time Sarah showed signs of fainting her breath came in gasps and her face was very white run over to the spring Joe and fetch a cup of water Ralph commanded now Miss Ford you must put your head down flat on the grass this way there that's it now try to straighten out so that you can breathe better but every move that the suffering girl tried to make caused her such pain that Dorothy fell upon her knees and tried to fan a breath into her white face to prevent her if possible from becoming unconscious here's Joe with the water exclaimed Tavia running to meet the boy and hurrying back with the cool liquid Ralph pressed the drink to Sarah's lips while Dorothy waited to bathe the pale face with what water remain in the cup oh side Sarah I feel better I thought I was going to die you were faint Ralph exclaimed do you think you can sit up now not waiting for a reply the young man slipped his hand under the girl's shoulders and the next minute he had her in his arms it was a sad little procession that followed him Dorothy almost in tears Tavia with eyes already overflowing while Joe kept very close to Ralph ready to offer any assistance in carrying Sarah to her home but Ralph was well able to manage his burden for the girl was not heavy and she helped herself some by keeping her arms clasped about his neck fortunately the Ford home was not far away there's Mr. Ford with the Joe to Tavia as they reached the gate and at that moment he raised his head from his paper and saw them coming Mr. Ford seemed dazed he did not stir for a moment but sat there staring wildly at the group now coming up the path Sarah has heard her ankle Joe hurried to say and as his voice rails the man from his frightened attitude he sprung up and reached to take his daughter from the young man's arms I had better put her on a couch objected Ralph her ankle seems quite painful what has happened asked the father opening the door of the sitting room and making ready the couch under the window the girls did it gasped Sarah that girl there Tavia travels you exclaimed the man making a threatening move towards the accused girl it was an accident interposed Dorothy we do not know how it happened we found her under a tree in the orchard they do know persisted the injured girl they sent me up so high oh get a doctor quick Ralph had now placed Sarah on the couch and while Mr. Ford hurried to call his wife Ralph and Joe hastened off leaving the three girls together tell us about it Dorothy pleaded not wanting to leave Sarah until she had obtained some idea of how the accident had occurred old tell Squire Sanders answered the girl on the couch and then you will be arrested every one of you who who tried to kill me come whispered Tavia to Dorothy as Mrs. Ford appeared it only makes matters worse for us to be here then as the mother fell weeping by the couch Tavia and Dorothy left the room End of Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Dorothy Dale a girl of today this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information please visit LibriVox.org this reading by Lucy Burgoyne Dorothy Dale a girl of today by Margaret Penrose Chapter 8 Squire Sanders at school Dorothy had always been able to influence Tavia and to show her that to do right would be best in the end doing of it might at the time seem very hard and very unreasonable but all her efforts now to induce her friend to go with her to school that afternoon and make the necessary explanation to Miss Alice were without avail Tavia absolutely refused to go no matter what comes of it Dorothy told herself as she walked sadly along the path through the lane back to the school yard alone I'll stand by Tavia she meant no harm and was no more to blame than anyone else but I do wish she had come this afternoon it looks as if she were afraid or guilty to run away from it all the fact that Miles Burlock had not appeared at the Dale home that morning according to promise of little interest to Dorothy now something might have happened to him of course he certainly seemed determined to settle the business at once but Dorothy's head and heart were too full of her school friends troubles to give much thought to the Burlock matter Major Dale had appeared concerned about it however and had questioned Dorothy as to whether anyone had mentioned to her school or on her way there the fact that the strange man likely Andrew Anderson had been seen again in Dalton be very careful to go around by the road her father had cautioned her on leaving and come directly home from school as I will be anxious he said when he kissed her goodbye but Dorothy reached school safely and was soon surrounded by a crowd of curious and not too thoughtful girls whose incessant questions added much to her nervous condition sharp pains shot through her head for the excitement of the day had caused the ache of early morning to become a bad attack of neuralgia please do not bother me so she pleaded as the girls applied question after question they had heard of course of the accident that Howard had happened and what had become a tabia whether she run away or been arrested these and many similar queries kept the excited scholars buzzing about Dorothy like these about a hive I do not know how it happened she insisted I wish I did we found her under the tree and helped her home that is all I know about it the class took its place Miss Ellis began to speak but was surprised at that moment to see old squire Sanders into the room oh oh he's after tabia whispered Mae Egner to Dorothy I'm glad she is not here take your seats young ladies Miss Ellis directed the class and then the squire assuming his business attitude that of holding his black thorn cane while out in front of his left foot which member in turn was in vans of its mate and planting the cane down firmly twice he began I've come here to investigate a complaint and he wrapped his stick noisily on the floor where's the girl who threw Sarah Ford from the swing and broke her ankle why stammered Miss Ellis I have not heard of any such occurrence does any young lady here know anything of it Dorothy was on her feet instantly her flush face betrayed the emotion she tried bravely to hide but when she spoke her voice rang with truth and confidence Sarah Ford was not thrown from the swing she began we found her suffering under the tree when the bell rang this morning she was on the swing and I was the last girl to enter the hall I saw her on the swing then a pin dropped might have been heard in the room it was so like a trial to have Dorothy there giving testimony well that ain't the story I have drove the squire where's that wild harem scarim Tavia Travers she's the one that's blamed Tavia Travers called the astonished Miss Ellis but of course there came no answer absent answered a girl from the back row can you tell us where she is Miss Ellis asked Dorothy at home I believe answered Dorothy simply well this matter must be fully investigated declared the squire fully investigated girls or boys who cut up tricks must be punished Dalton will not stand any nonsense when it comes to life and limb and again the cane thumped the floor I propose a squire of the borough to run this thing down to the very end skill girls nowadays put on too many ears copying after college studies with their pranks while the teacher and squire were talking in the hall the pupils took advantage of the opportunity to express their opinions of the case and what were meant to be whispered remarks soon reached a pitch of voice they called for remonstrance from the squire and he wrapped his cane vigorously on the door this had the effect of restoring order and also of bringing punishment upon the entire class for the remainder of the afternoon to think began Miss Alice severely on returning to the room that I should be so disgraced not enough to have one or two girls accused of a crime that the rest should so misbehave before an officer of Dalton I shall be obliged to send the president of the board something I have never before had to do but this matter must be thoroughly investigated I am very sorry Miss Dale that you should be implicated sorry for your father's sake but it all comes of associating with girls who who will not be governed by those improper authority and the teacher adjusted her glasses satisfied that she at least held a position as head of Dalton school with dignity and authority that such an office required poor Dorothy her aching head was now bowed on the desk before her and her sobs were so pitiful even the most thoughtless girl in the room was silent and sad to see her weeping so Alice McAllister sat upright at her desk her strong face assumed a daring expression that of defiance Alice was countered a good natured girl something of a romp perhaps for her companions often called her Mc and she showed a preference for the boyish nickname but to see Dorothy weeping so accused unjustly Alice raised a hand for permission to speak Miss Alice signed for her to go on again that sense of suppressed excitement was felt in the classroom something else was going to happen Miss Alice began Alice in a firm voice Dorothy Dale is not to blame that is not for you to decide but we were all there and know as much about it as she does at least she knows enough to keep her place sit down at once and the teacher looked very much annoyed not until you have heard me and Alice raised her voice a little go on go on murmured the girls about her make her listen Sarah Ford was never hurt in the schoolyard declared Alice my brother saw her running down the lane and she could not stir when Dorothy and Tavia found her these silent this moment called Miss Alice wrapping her ruler on the desk your brother's story is of no account in this matter Dorothy raised her head the room was in a commotion Miss Alice seemed too surprised at the girls' audacity to try to restore order perhaps no one was more than Alice herself for when she spoke first she had no idea of going so far it was that remark reflecting upon her brother's veracity that angered her then the sobbing of Dorothy Alice could not stand it to see her crying that way better brave dismissal than sit by and listen to that with one glance towards Alice a glance full of gratitude and love Dorothy arose and asked to be excused I must go home she stammered I have such a sick headache very well replied the teacher you may go may I also be excused asked Alice not boldly but with politeness restored to her voice by no means declared Miss Alice I will not brook such insolence I thought I might help Dorothy home Alice explained taking her seat again meanwhile Dorothy was looking for a hat in the cloakroom it was a small stuffy place and the day was unusually sultry so that Dorothy felt dizzy there trying to find her hat and trying to find what was the matter she could not see oh if someone would only come then with her hands before her she stumbled and fell and all became a terrible blank end of chapter 8 chapter 9 Dorothy Dale a girl of today this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information all to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org this reading by Lucy Burgoyn Dorothy Dale a girl of today by Margaret Penrose chapter 9 The Aftermath what a day that had been at Dalton School for Girls Sarah Ford was at home suffering from a badly sprained ankle Dorothy Dale had been taken home ill from over-excitement and Tavia Travers for whom Squire Sanders had been searching was not to be found anywhere the interference of Squire Sanders worried Miss Alice a man especially an official knows absolutely nothing about girls in their ways and he is sure to antagonize them in any attempt to force them to betray one another's confidences but while the teacher alone in the school was reflecting upon the tasks she should soon undertake to perform Dorothy lay in her little room hot and feverish with Aunt Libby beside her bathing the throbbing head tenderly with cold water and vinegar you've been doing too much muttered the old nurse a running newspapers helping drunkards teaching housework to that Tavia though twice a charity to show the child how to iron her own frocks but you see dearie it was too much for you you as has always had Aunt Libby at your elbow and the old linen napkin the softest of those ever ready for headaches was dipped again into the blue bowl of cool water then pressed lightly to the feverish brow try to sleep a bit now went on the nurse as Dorothy looked into the wrinkled face all you want is rest just a good quiet rest Dorothy closed her eyes they burned so she pulled the napkin from her forehead down over the hot lids that eased the pain and perhaps she could sleep she thought watching her patient closely for a moment Aunt Libby moved noiselessly to the window pulled down the shade pushed the chair against it so the breeze might not disturb it left the room as she turned in the narrow hallway her gingham skirt brushed the crouching form of Joe who had been waiting at his sister's door an aged lady did not know it Joe and Roger had been forbidden admission to their sister's room she was to be left entirely alone in absolute quiet even Major Dale who was assured the attack was not more than a sick headache did not presume to disturb his daughter but Joe had been waiting there in the hallway he had an important message to his sister one that would not keep the boy had removed his shoes and now he stole noiselessly into the room Dorothy, Dorothy he whispered are you asleep Dorothy pushed the napkin from her eyes and raised her arm to invite her brother's kiss poor dear Doro he murmured pressing his cheek to a hot brow I am sorry for you everyone is and he kissed her again but I have to hurry Aunt Libby may come back he was looking for something in his flowers I had a note from Tavia he said she has gone away gone away gasped the sick girl only for a little while where is that note the boy unbuttoned his waist and even shook it out straight from the stream but no note was to be found in its folds I could not have lost it he said now quite alarmed that the note should have gotten out of his position what was it about Aunt Dorothy why about why she went away stammered the boy helplessly don't you know what was in it no it was sealed and no one but you was to open it where could I have dropped it I had it let me see the fear that he had dropped the missive where it might be picked up by those not in sympathy with Tavia and her troubles now troubled Joe sorely he had promised the girl most particularly that he would deliver the note to his sister that night at his door risking the displeasure of Aunt Libby in keeping that promise but now the very worst thing had happened the note was lost never mind whispered Dorothy perhaps you will find it in your jacket I am sure she only said goodbye there could not have been anything so very important in it but if any of the others should get it he sighed find out where she went and she most particularly wanted to hide for a few days hide yes she told me she was sure Sarah would wake up in a few days and make a clean breath of it Tavia declared she had done nothing wrong herself and that she was not afraid of anybody but she said there was going to be trouble and she never ran into trouble and she was running the other way well dear said the sister you would better go to bed now I am so tired and I feel a little like sleeping if you find the note bring it to me in the morning if you do not find it there is no need to worry Tavia will be back to see me as soon as she hears I am sick and giving the boy a good night kiss while Joe crept out of the room as noiselessly as he entered it End of Chapter 9