The Secret of Scared Acres
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SECRET SCARED ACRE M.JACQUELINE' GILMORE I ( THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES Joan clutched Mary Alice.—Par/c 224 / THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES BY M. JACQUELINE GILMORE / / Illustrated by JEAN ARMINGTQN BOSTON LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. c-a f >-1 Copyright, 1927, By Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Co. ^ All rights reserved The Secret of Scared Acres Printed in U. S. A. • . iWorweod prcea BERWICK & SMITH CO. Norwood, Mass. ©Clftl004243 To My Mother and Father CONTENTS I. Scared Acres. 11 II. The Makin’s of a Ghost ” 24 III. May King. 33 IV. The Closed Door .... 47 V. A Rusty Nail and a Dozen Eggs 60 VI. The Man in the Mill . 73 VII. We All Wear White ” 86 VIII. The Chippendale Desk 99 IX. The White-Satin Girl . 114 X. CoNSUELo May of Santiago, Chile. 126 XI. Uncle Ben is Emphatic 136 XII. The Library Visitor 150 XIII. On the Back Stairs 164 XIV. ‘‘ To-night at Twelve ” . 179 XV. The Closed Door Opens 192 XVI. Uncle Ben Thinks Twice . 204 XVII. Pickles Plays a Part . 217 XVIII. The Silver Box. 232 XIX. Joan Chooses a White Dress . 245 XX. The Silver Box Disappears . 257 XXI. The Letter. 267 XXII. The Silver Box is Found . 278 XXIII. The Last of the Man in the Mill . '. 297 XXIV. “ My Auntie May ” . 317 7 ILLUSTRATIONS Joan clutched Mary Alice (Page 224).Frontispiece FACING PAGE Mary Alice leaned forward hastily . • 102 The innocent little pink-and-white room was in a woful state . .276 She saw that the small window was open, and that a rope tied to the bed hung out of it.304 9 1 ! V' t ^ > ' V •I ■ ■■ V '> ^ I 0 J THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES CHAPTER I SCARED ACRES It was a happy Joan Kellogg that came in from the Adirondack camp one summer afternoon. As she reached New York City and took the sub¬ way shuttle-train, she was utterly oblivious of the crowds that pushed and jostled in their continu¬ ous rush. She was also oblivious of the fact that many of the hurrying thousands paused a second to look at her radiant face, with its fluffy golden bob of hair and its care-free blue eyes and frankly smiling lips. For Joan was living in a little world of her own, a completely perfect little world. And isnT it enough to make any sixteen-year-old girl happy to have her chums choose her for their next year’s class president? That was what had happened to Joan when her particular little group of girls had spent the week-end at the mountain-camp of one of the number. Not, of course, that that 11 12 THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES meant Joan was sure to be president, but the entire group of girls was going to Mrs. Haddon’s School in Tarry town, just north of New York City. Mrs. Haddon^s was a small school, and Joan’s chums would undoubtedly compose half of the freshman class. The others would be girls from different parts of New York State, and from scattered cities throughout the country,— an entirely unorganized group,—so Joan was confident that she would be president of her class. She continued to smile as she caught the west- side subway at Times Square, and was still smil¬ ing as she got off at the Columbia University sta¬ tion and walked over to Riverside Drive. The closer she got to her home, the faster she walked, and when she finally turned into the apartment house she was fairly running. Then came a few tantalizing moments when she had to stop, put down her traveling-case, and hunt around in her purse for her door-key. Finally she opened the door and jumped in with a great bounce, her lips framing the little whistle that was just for her mother. But the cheery signal died away in amazed silence as she saw her father. Barely three o’clock, and her father home from work! Despite the sun glaring SCARED ACRES 13 through the front windows, she glanced at her wrist-watch, half expecting the tiny gold hands to have moved up to six, so accustomed was she to her father^s regular hours. “ Your mother wants you, Joan. She is in her room.’^ Mr. Kellogg spoke without glancing up from the litter of papers that covered his wife’s dainty mahogany desk until only four dark legs showed under a sheaf of white. Joan’s bewilderment grew at the abrupt dismissal. (Of course, her father was always abrupt, but it was not like him to let her come home from a three-day absence without any greeting. With a hurt feeling Joan turned away, and walked silently down the hall and knocked at her mother’s door. Is it you, Joan? ” her mother’s voice called. “ Come in, dear.” Joan opened the door, and was more bewildered than before. The window-blinds were drawn, but she could see that her mother’s pretty lavender- and-green bedroom was a stack of dresses and shoes and hats. “Why, Mother! ” she gasped, her eyes finally resting on a yawning wardrobe-trunk by the dress¬ ing-table. 14 THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES “ Come on in, Joan, and close the door. My room is quite—quite a mess, isn’t it? ” Mrs. Kellogg’s laugh was not natural, and Joan thought she saw tears in her eyes, but the room was shadowy and she could not be sure. She waited for her mother to continue, but Mrs. Kellogg was silent. Joan had to speak. Somebody’s going somewhere,” she asserted blankly. ^‘Yes, three somebodies! In fact, the whole Kellogg family is going to travel! ” ‘‘What are you talking about?” Joan cried. “ I—I don’t understand at all! ” “ I know that you don’t, Joan. And I wish you would read this letter, first. It will help me to explain.” Mrs. Kellogg took a letter from the top of her dressing-table and slowly handed it to Joan. Gingerly Joan took the small white envelope, and, reluctant to open it, looked long at the out¬ side. The address read “ Mrs. Lily Kellogg,” and seemed strange to her, because she was accus¬ tomed to “ Mrs. R. V. Kellogg ” on her mother’s letters. Then, too, it was postmarked “ Fame, Kansas.” But her mother was waiting for her to open it, so she drew out the single sheet and read: SCARED ACRES 15 Dear Lily: I am very sorry to hear of Mr. Kellogg's ill health, but I feel confident that the trip will do him a great deal of good, and while he is getting well you can enjoy Europe. I am alone here at Scared Acres, and the pros¬ pect of having Joan stay with me is delightful. I had always hoped that some day you could visit me, and having Joan will be the next best thing to having your own dear self. You write that you are not planning to be back before the first of the year. I wonder why you do not arrange to have Joan enter the small col¬ lege at Fame the first semester. I imagine fresh¬ man college work is much the same anywhere, and she can go right along with her class at Mrs. Haddon's School the second semester. At least, she will be kept busy and interested, and won't get too lonesome. Let me know when she is coming, and I will meet her in Fame, for Scared Acres is about twenty miles from the town. And I cannot tell you how happy I am that in your difficulties you turned to me, and the small assistance I can give you is going to be all pleasure for me. May King. Scared Acres—college in Fame—Europe—ill health—ran through Joan's head in a jumble. ^‘Mother, what has happened? What does this strange letter mean? " she stammered. First of all, it means a vacation for your father," her mother answered slowly, as if she 16 THE SECRET OF SCARED ACRES were carefully choosing her words: You know, Joan, how he has put all our money into this new magazine, and how hard he has worked for three years to build up the circulation department. He hasn’t spared himself a minute, and would not allow anything to be done without his supervision. He must have worried a lot, too, Joan, although he hasn’t let us know it.” Mrs. Kellogg’s voice was trembling a little, and Joan felt her own throat tighten. And now—well, the doctor says that it is overwork, and that a long trip abroad, with the ocean voyage and change of scene, is absolutely necessary.” “ You are going all the way to Europe? ” Joan gasped fearfully. “ Is Daddy so very bad, then? ” “ No, dear,” her mother quickly reassured her. Don’t be frightened. But we have to get your father a long distance from his work, or he will sneak back to it when we aren’t looking. You remember last year when we went up on Lake Champlain how he was constantly coming down to New York and sending telegrams and writing letters and worrying all the time? ” ‘‘Yes, and I remember that cross old stenog¬ rapher he took with him.” “ Instead of the cross stenographer I am to go,” SCARED ACRES 17 Mrs. Kellogg replied, with a smile. He is able to go alone, but the doctor is afraid that he will fret about the office.