The Girls of Central High on the Stage: or, The Play That Took The Prize. Morrison Gertrude W.

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      The boy half opened the umbrella and turned it over. Crash to the floor fell the purse, and it snapped open as it landed. Out upon the linoleum rolled the glistening coins – several of them gold pieces – that Jess had noted so greedily in the egg store.

      “What did I tell you?” cried Griff, looking at Mrs. Prentice.

      That lady only exclaimed “Oh!” very loudly and looked aghast at the rolling coins. Jess half stooped to gather up the scattered money. Then she thought better of it and straightened up, looking straight into the face of the owner of the purse.

      But old Mr. Chumley could not stand the lack of interest the others seemed to show in what – to him – was the phase of particular importance in the whole affair. There was real money rolling all over the Widow Morse’s kitchen. He went down on his rheumatic old knees and scrambled for it. Mr. Chumley worshipped money, anyway, and this was a worshipper’s rightful attitude.

      “My, my, my!” he kept repeating. “How careless!”

      But Mrs. Prentice’s expression of countenance was swiftly changing. She flushed deeply – much more deeply than had Jess; then she paled. She picked up Mr. Chumley’s phrase, although she allowed the old man to pick up the money.

      “I certainly have been careless,” she said. “I – I must have nudged that purse off the counter with my elbow. I – I – My dear girl! will you forgive me?”

      She stepped forward and opened her arms to Jess. She was not only a well dressed lady, but she was a handsome one, and her smile, when she chose to allow it to appear, was winning. The anger and indignation Jess had felt began to melt before this apology and the lady’s frank manner.

      “I – I suppose it was a natural mistake,” stammered Jess.

      “Not if she’d known you, Miss Jess,” Griff said, quite sharply for him. “Nobody who knew you or your mother would have accused you of taking a penny’s worth that didn’t rightfully belong to you.”

      Jess, whose heart was still sore from the blow she had received at Mr. Closewick’s grocery, thought this was very kind of Griff. And they owed his father, too! If there were tears standing in her eyes they were tears of gratitude.

      “You see, my dear,” said the lady, her voice very pleasant indeed now, “I did not know you as well as young Mr. Vandergriff seems to.”

      “We – we go to school together,” explained Jess, weakly, and found herself drawn into the arms of the lady.

      Mr. Chumley rose up with a grunt and a groan; he had the purse and all the coins.

      “Very careless! very careless!” he repeated. “And here is nearly a hundred dollars, madam. Think of carelessly carrying a hundred dollars in a silly purse like that! It is astonishing – ”

      Mrs. Prentice had implanted a soft little kiss on Jess’s forehead and shaken her a little playfully by both shoulders.

      “Don’t you bear malice, my dear,” she whispered. Then she turned briefly to the old man.

      “You’re very kind, I’m sure,” she said, taking the purse into which Mr. Chumley had crammed the money. “Thank you.”

      “Money comes too hard for folks to scatter it around,” complained the landlord.

      Mrs. Prentice seemed to be much amused. “I should be more careful, I suppose. I presume, now, I ought to count it to see if – if you gathered it all up, sir?” she added, her eyes dancing.

      A little breath of red crept into the withered cheeks of the miserly old man. “Well, well!” he ejaculated. “One can’t be too careful.”

      “I presume not,” said the lady.

      “And if the gal had known the money was there she might have been tempted, ye see.”

      Jess flushed again and Griff looked angry; but Mrs. Prentice said, coolly:

      “Were you tempted, sir? Perhaps I had better count my money, after all?”

      “Ahem! ahem!” coughed the old gentleman. “Perhaps you don’t know who I am? There is a vast difference between me – my condition, I mean – and the gal and her mother.”

      “Ah! Do you think so?” asked Mrs. Prentice, and then turned her back upon him. “I should like to know you better, my dear – and your mother. I hope you will show me that I am really forgiven by allowing me to call some day – Oh! I couldn’t face your mother now. I know just how I would feel myself if I had a daughter who had been accused as I accused you. I certainly need to take care – as our friend here says.”

      “I am sure mother would be pleased to meet you,” stammered Jess.

      “You know, I am Mrs. Prentice. My brother-in-law, Patrick Sarsfield Prentice, is editor and proprietor of the Centerport Courier.”

      Jess’s interest was doubly aroused now. So this was the rich Mrs. Prentice, whom they said really backed Centerport’s newest venture in the newspaper field?

      “My mother has met Mr. Prentice – your brother-in-law,” she said, diffidently. “You know, mother writes. She is Mary Morse.”

      “Ah, yes,” said the lady, preparing to follow Griff out. “I am really glad to have known you – but I am sorry we began our acquaintance so unfortunately.”

      “That – that is all right, Mrs. Prentice,” returned the girl.

      Griff called back goodnight to her over his shoulder. And at the gate he parted from the lady whose carelessness had made all the trouble.

      “That’s just what I told you, Mrs. Prentice,” he said. “They’re all right folks, those Morses. Yes, Mrs. Prentice, I’ll remember to send all those things you ordered over in the morning – first delivery,” and he went off, whistling.

      CHAPTER V – THERE IS A GENERAL NEED

      Mrs Prentice would have turned away from the gate of the Morse cottage and gone her homeward way, too, had she not heard a cackling little “ahem!” behind her. There was the wizened Mr. Chumley right on her heels.

      “Very fortunate escape – very fortunate escape, indeed,” said the landlord.

      “It was,” agreed the repentant lady. “I might have gone farther and done much worse in my excitement.”

      “Oh, no,” said he. “I mean it was fortunate for the girl – and her mother. Of course, they’ve got nothing, and had the money really been missing it would have looked bad.”

      Mrs. Prentice eyed him in a way that would have made a person with a thinner skin writhe a little. But Mr. Chumley’s feelings were not easily hurt.

      “You evidently know all about those people?” said the lady, brusquely.

      “Oh, yes. They’ve been my tenants for some years. But rents are going up in this neighborhood and – Well, I can get a much more satisfactory tenant.”

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