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"I'm afraid it's no use in a court of law, Pamela," said Captain Harper, as he showed her the copy of the paper. "It's the merest scrap. By imagining the missing words we might make it into something like this; but imagination won't give it legal value. Here's what I fancy it may have been:"
"If this surmise is correct," continued Captain Harper, "and there really was a new will, it may possibly be hidden somewhere at the Hall."
"We've searched everywhere," said Pamela sadly. "Two lawyer's clerks have been here and gone through every morsel of paper in the house, and turned out every drawer and cupboard. I think myself that perhaps Uncle Fritz may have found it and destroyed it. Mother and I spend all our spare time looking, but we never have any luck. I don't think we're lucky people. We seem just to have misfortune after misfortune. It has always been like this all our lives."
"Cheer up! It's a long lane that has no turning," comforted Captain Harper. "I advise youto show this paper to your solicitor, though I'm afraid it's nothing to go by."
Pamela's affairs did indeed seem to have reached a crisis. Her fortunes were much discussed in the neighbourhood, and general opinion decided that she would have difficulty in establishing legally her right to what undoubtedly ought to be hers. Several naturalized German relations of Mr. Hockheimer had put in counter-claims for the estate. There was likely to be a long and expensive lawsuit before the case was settled.
Then one day a wonderful thing occurred—an utterly unexpected and marvellous thing, but one that—thank God!—has happened in other families since the war began. The postwoman who delivered the letter did not know that it differed from other letters; she popped it through the slit in the front door and rang the bell as usual, and went on her way, all unsuspecting what news she had left behind her. Yet when Mrs. Reynolds saw the handwriting on the envelope she gave a little sharp cry and fainted away. Pamela did not go to school that day nor the next. She wrote to Avelyn to explain her absence. The latter read the letter twice before her amazed brain could really grasp its contents.
"My dear Ave,"I hardly knowhow to tell you our good luck. Daddy is alive! He wasn't killed at Mons after all. He was taken prisoner and never reported. He was kept most fearfully strictly in afortress and allowed no news of the outside world. He and a companion spent eighteen months making a tunnel out of their cell, and after simply thrilling adventures they escaped, and swam a river and got into Swiss territory. He's coming home, and Mother and I are going up to London to meet him. We're almost off our heads!"Will you please tell Miss Thompson this is why I'm not at school? We start for town to-morrow morning."Much love from"Pam."
"My dear Ave,
"I hardly knowhow to tell you our good luck. Daddy is alive! He wasn't killed at Mons after all. He was taken prisoner and never reported. He was kept most fearfully strictly in afortress and allowed no news of the outside world. He and a companion spent eighteen months making a tunnel out of their cell, and after simply thrilling adventures they escaped, and swam a river and got into Swiss territory. He's coming home, and Mother and I are going up to London to meet him. We're almost off our heads!
"Will you please tell Miss Thompson this is why I'm not at school? We start for town to-morrow morning.
"Much love from"Pam."
It was indeed a most happy ending to all the troubles of poor Mrs. Reynolds and Pamela. By the will which had already been proved, Captain Reynolds inherited his father's estate, which had only passed to the daughter Dora in default of a male heir. He was soon able to settle up the legal side of the matter and to obtain formal possession of the whole property.
"I've made my own will now, and left everything safely tied up for you and your Mother before I go out to the front again," he told his daughter.
"Oh, Daddy! must you leave us and go back to France?" wailed Pamela.
"Every hour I spent in that fortress, Pam, made me all the more resolved to help to fight this war to the finish. Would you want me to shirk and fail my country? I know you better than that. Tell me again what you told me in 1914."
And Pamela stood up straight, and with a light in her eyes repeated:
"Though it tear and break my heartI let you go.When the Motherland is calling,Be it so!Let my own poor need and griefBe set aside,That justice and the rightMay now abide."God put courage and true mightIn your arm!May His mercy keep your lifeSafe from harm!Every hour my earnest prayerShall be this:May we meet and greet againWith a kiss."
"Though it tear and break my heartI let you go.When the Motherland is calling,Be it so!Let my own poor need and griefBe set aside,That justice and the rightMay now abide."God put courage and true mightIn your arm!May His mercy keep your lifeSafe from harm!Every hour my earnest prayerShall be this:May we meet and greet againWith a kiss."
"Though it tear and break my heartI let you go.When the Motherland is calling,Be it so!Let my own poor need and griefBe set aside,That justice and the rightMay now abide.
"God put courage and true mightIn your arm!May His mercy keep your lifeSafe from harm!Every hour my earnest prayerShall be this:May we meet and greet againWith a kiss."
Ever since the laying of the foundation stone in January the new Lecture Hall had been in process of construction. Owing to the war, and the scarcity of labour, it made slow progress. Sometimes the building went on with a spurt, and sometimes for weeks nothing at all was done. Those optimists who had prophesied that it would be in readiness after the Easter holidays found themselves much mistaken. After innumerable delays and disappointments, however, the place was finished by the end of the summer term, and Miss Thompson decided to combine its opening with the annual prize-giving.
The double function marked a great occasion in the annals of the school. The increased accommodation would allow a large gathering, and many invitations were sent forth. It was even whispered that the chair was to be taken by the local Member of Parliament.
"Silverside's coming on no end!" said Consie Arkwright. "We never used to have such grandees down. Miss Thompson used to be content with some ordinary clergyman or elderly professor,to give the prizes, and now she won't look at anybody below a bishop, or a mayor, or an M.P."
"She loves these functions!" chuckled Joyce. "She's perfectly happy when she has on her best dress and her company smile, and is showing off the school to an admiring crowd of visitors. I won't say that I don't rather enjoy it myself. It makes one feel in the world somehow. It's jolly nice to think that Silverside is of so much importance in the town."
"Bet we'll make a good show-up on Dedication Day!" commented Laura, who had drifted into the conversation. "Hopscotch was saying something about the whole school in white dresses and our badges. By the by, Miss Thompson's got a little surprise for us. She's been having some beautiful ribbon, in the school colours, specially woven for Silverside. She showed it to Adah and me this morning in the study, and I can tell you it's topping! We're each to have a piece of it for our hair, and wear it on the great day, so that we all look alike. She's having new hat bands woven, too, for next term. I think they'll be rather smart."
"I begin to wish I wasn't leaving," said Isobel almost mournfully. "Really, Silverside has been much jollier lately than it used to be. It would have been ripping fun to stop another year and work up the hockey, as we've done the cricket and tennis."
"There'll be something to read out in the Games Report this time!" purred Joyce.
"It'll be precious!" agreed Consie.
The Principal was naturally anxious that her pupils should make a good display on so important an occasion. She arranged a very carefully-thought-out programme of the ceremony. There were to be speeches by local magnates, the School Report must be read, the hall dedicated, and the prizes distributed. She decided that her pupils ought to sing one or two suitable songs, and she came in to the singing class one morning to discuss the matter with Miss Webster, and hear the girls run through a few glees. She found it difficult to make a choice.
"They're nice in their way, but not altogether what is needed. I should have liked something really appropriate to a Dedication. In fact, I'm afraid I want what I am not at all likely to get—a special song composed for Silverside."
"Could we adapt anything?" suggested Miss Webster, rapidly turning over a pile of music, while the class, deeply interested, sat listening to the discussion.
"Not much use without new words. Pity we have no poet in the school! If there had been time, I'd have written to a music publisher and asked if it would be possible to have a song composed for us. It's too late now. I wish I'd thought of it sooner!"
"Oh, Miss Thompson," said Avelyn, suddenly springing to her feet and blushing hotly at her own temerity, "I know a lady who writes songs! She's very much interested in Silverside—I've told her so much about it. I really believe if I askedher she'd make up just what you want. She's quite clever enough to do it."
Miss Thompson's convex glasses were focused on Avelyn in a stare of astonished gratification. She literally jumped at the idea.
"If you think your friend would really be so kind," she assented, "we should be most grateful to her. Where does she live? At Lyngates? Then write to her this afternoon, and see if you can persuade her to take pity on us. I suppose she would know the sort of thing we want?"
"I'll explain exactly," promised Avelyn, sitting down, conscious that in the eyes of the class she had covered herself with glory. She was excused "English language" that afternoon for the purpose of writing her letter to Miss Carrington, and sat with her blotter—an object of much envy—while the remainder of the form wrestled with Anglo-Saxon derivations.
"I don't think my Lavender Lady will fail me!" she murmured as she stamped her envelope. "I believe it's just the sort of thing she'll like doing."
Avelyn's trust in her friend was amply justified. She received by return of post a card bearing the words: "Highly honoured. Will do my best."
"I knew she would—the dear, clever darling!" rejoiced Avelyn, waving her post card in triumph as she ran down to the study to communicate the good news to Miss Thompson.
On Friday evening, when Avelyn called at the bungalow, the Lavender Lady had a neat music manuscript ready for her.
"I hope it will do," she said. "It's as far as possible what you asked me for. I've tried to express a spirit of school patriotism and union in the words, which seems to be the principal thing to aim at just now, and I've arranged the music for three voices. You'll have to make copies of it at school."
"Miss Peters will do that with the duplicator," beamed Avelyn. "I do think you're just the most absolutely lovely and clever and delicious person that I've ever met, or ever shall meet, in all this wide world! How do you manage to think of things? I couldn't compose a song to save my life!"
"Why, I really don't know! The ideas just float into my head somehow," laughed the Lavender Lady. "As a matter of fact, this tune came to me in bed, at about half-past two in the morning, and I was obliged to get up and go downstairs to the piano to try it over and jot it down on paper before I forgot it. I knew that if I went to sleep again it would escape me. There's nothing so elusive as music. Yes, I'll try it over for you if you like. It'll sound much better, though, in three parts. I hope your first sopranos can reach A sharp? If not, I must set it in a lower key, but I like it best in this."
"They've got to get A sharp if they crack their voices!" decided Avelyn firmly.
The dedication and prize giving were to be held on the last afternoon of the term, and guests were invited for 2.30 prompt. The girls, resplendentin white dresses and the new hair ribbons, made a brave show, and all were sitting discreetly in their places when the distinguished visitors were ushered on to the platform.
During the last six months a better tone and discipline had pervaded the school, and there had been no repetition of the disorderly scene that had preceded the laying of the foundation stone. Every pupil of Silverside now prided herself upon her manners. It had become a matter ofnoblesse oblige.
Mr. Robson, the Member of Parliament for Harlingden, was a short, stout man, with a bald head and a big moustache, and some gift of oratory. He fulfilled with dignity his duties as chairman, and made a capital speech, bringing in his views about education, and wishing Silverside every success. A hundred and ten youthful pairs of hands clapped obediently, though some of the most junior heads had not altogether grasped the drift of the remarks.
It was now the turn of the School Report. Miss Thompson, typed papers in hand, was standing up and clearing her throat preparatory to reading it aloud.
Avelyn, in the fifth row from the front, turned her head and took a comprehensive glance round the room. It was certainly a hall to be proud of, looking both stately and festive with its decorations of flowers and flags and its large palms upon the platform. She was glad that the Lavender Lady should see it. Miss Carrington had come to the gathering with Mrs. Watson and Daphne; CaptainHarper and Captain and Mrs. Reynolds were sitting next to them. They caught Avelyn's eye, and smiled as she looked across, then concentrated their attention on the platform, where Miss Thompson was beginning to read the report.
The Principal first of all described the general work of the school, what successes had been gained in public examinations, and what record each Form could show. The average of marks was high, and both mistresses and pupils might be congratulated on their efforts during the year. After commenting on the improvement which had also been made in music, part singing, drawing, and painting, Miss Thompson passed to the subject of games.
"I am very glad to say," so ran the report, "that on its athletic as well as its intellectual side the school is now holding its own. During the winter season little was done in that respect, but with the spring a great games revival took place, and the 'Loyal School League' was instituted, the object of which was to win honours for Silverside. I heartily congratulate the League both on the spirit of union and school patriotism which it has fostered and on the successes which it has won. The cricket throughout has been most spirited, and great thanks are due to Miss Leslie and Miss Kennedy for their admirable help in coaching. Out of six matches the school scored four victories, a very creditable record for a first season. In tennis also we are beginning to take our place. The improvement of the general play is mostmarked, and we hope to have established a new standard of energy and efficiency. Our champions were successful in defeating Pendlebury Ladies' College and Westfield High School; a match was also played with the Clifford Girls' Grammar School, which resulted in a draw. As we consider games to be an extremely important item in our curriculum, we hope that this term's strenuous effort has established a precedent in this respect, and that the League will go on to greater triumphs in the future."
After the report came the distribution of prizes and Form trophies. VAwon a beautiful picture for a wild-flower competition; IVbgained the cup for general improvement; and the Sixth the shield for knowledge of contemporary events; while among individual successes Adah Gartley, Annie Broadside, Maggie Stuart, Laura Talbot, and Irma Ridley were called up to receive rewards of books.
"I am asked to announce," said the chairman, "that Miss Thompson and the mistresses have presented a new gift to the school. This beautiful silver cup is to be awarded annually to the girl who is considered to have performed the greatest service for Silverside during the year. The first to win it is Avelyn Watson, to whose enterprise and energy in initiating the 'Loyal School League' much of the present success in games may fairly be credited. I congratulate you," beaming at Avelyn as he handed her the trophy, "that yours is the first name to be engraved upon the cup."
Avelyn walked back to her place almost overwhelmedby the unexpected honour. It was a complete surprise, for the mistresses had kept their secret well, and had allowed no word of it to leak out beforehand. The storm of clapping from the girls showed that the trophy, and the choice of its winner, were equally appreciated. There could be no mistake about the genuine cordiality of the applause.
"May I say, in conclusion," finished Mr. Robson, "that the part song which will now be rendered by the singing class has been composed specially for this occasion by a well-known musician, and that henceforward it will take its place as what we might call the national anthem of Silverside, to be sung at all school functions."
Miss Webster struck a chord on the piano, and the singing class rose. The sunlight flooding through the window shone on their white dresses and the colours that tied their hair. There were a few bars of prelude, then, to a swinging, rousing, and most original tune, they sang:
"Girls of Silverside!Hear us as we sing:With the praises of our schoolLet the rafters ring.Loyal hearts and trueBring we here to-day,Chanting as our battle-cry,'Silverside for aye!'So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"Girls of Silverside!True you are and leal,Each must strive her noble bestFor the common weal.Banish thoughts of self,Make your interests wide,Be the glory that you gainAll for Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"Girls of Silverside!For the good and right,Here and in the wider worldLet us all unite.To your strenuous careOur honour we confide,Let your lives be such as bringPraise to Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"
"Girls of Silverside!Hear us as we sing:With the praises of our schoolLet the rafters ring.Loyal hearts and trueBring we here to-day,Chanting as our battle-cry,'Silverside for aye!'So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"Girls of Silverside!True you are and leal,Each must strive her noble bestFor the common weal.Banish thoughts of self,Make your interests wide,Be the glory that you gainAll for Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"Girls of Silverside!For the good and right,Here and in the wider worldLet us all unite.To your strenuous careOur honour we confide,Let your lives be such as bringPraise to Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"
"Girls of Silverside!Hear us as we sing:With the praises of our schoolLet the rafters ring.Loyal hearts and trueBring we here to-day,Chanting as our battle-cry,'Silverside for aye!'So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!
"Girls of Silverside!True you are and leal,Each must strive her noble bestFor the common weal.Banish thoughts of self,Make your interests wide,Be the glory that you gainAll for Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!
"Girls of Silverside!For the good and right,Here and in the wider worldLet us all unite.To your strenuous careOur honour we confide,Let your lives be such as bringPraise to Silverside.So join your hands and join your hearts,And form a circle wide,Let Silverside be all your pride,Girls of Silverside!"
When the function was over, and mistresses, visitors, and girls streamed out of the new Lecture Hall, Avelyn's steps gravitated at once towards her Lavender Lady.
"Your song was beautiful," she whispered. "Everybody says it's the best tune they've heard for ages—it haunts us, we can't get it out of our heads for a minute! Miss Webster says she could play it in her sleep. It was just what we wanted—something specially for Silverside!"
"I'm glad it went off all right. Let me look at your cup. You lucky girl! Just to think that 'Avelyn Watson' is the very first name to be engraved upon it! Where are you going to keep such a treasure?"
"I shall take it home for the holidays, and then have it in our form room next term. If you don't mind, I'd like it to spend a week at the bungalow. I feel it was you who really won it, not I. The League was your idea entirely. Even if I'd thought of it I should never have had the courage to propose it, if it hadn't been for you. You inspired it all! May the cup stand on your mantelpiece for a whole week?"
"Only on one condition—that you come and stay with me to take care of it!"
"Oh! may I? I'd love to stay with you and have you all to myself." Avelyn's eyes were shining.
"Hallo, old sport!" said Laura, coming rollicking up with Irma, Janet, Mona, and a few other congenial spirits. "Congratulations! We didn't know Miss Thompson had this cup up her sleeve, did we? Jolly decent of her and the mistresses, I must say! We ought to subscribe and buy a bracket to put it on. Won't it look fine when it's up, rather! Some of the old girls are here to-day, and Miss Thompson's been telling them about the League. They think it's topping!"
"And they say our hair ribbons are just too jinky for anything," added Janet.
"Glad to hear they like them," said Avelyn,twisting round her plait and readjusting the broad bow of pink, blue, and navy. "Yes, on the whole, I really think it's rather priceless to have our hair tied with the school colours."
"It stands for so much," put in the Lavender Lady gently.
"Right you are! We're all hall-marked safe and sound now for a united Silverside," agreed Laura. "Next term our school will just forge ahead and break the record."
PRINTED AND BOUND IN GREAT BRITAINBy Blackie & Son, Limited, Glasgow
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Transcriber's Note:
Hyphenation has been retained as it appears in the original publication. Punctuation has been made consistent.
On page 41,and an upper story containinghas been changed toand an upperstoreycontaining
On page 157,I wonder we've not see youhas been changed toI wonder we've notseenyou
On page 171,four girls were busy packinghas been changed tofivegirls were busy packing