Campfire Girls in the Allegheny Mountains / or, A Christmas Success against Odds

of the Grand Council Fire, doubtless there would have been an interruption, and probably a change, in the holiday program of the Flamingo Camp Fire. She saw the letters lying there and under ordinary

earisome journey to Hollyhill on the following day unless she refre

relatives or friends, and, failing to recognize either of them, she put them into her handbag, intending

leep that promised to continue several hours longer unless interrupted. She had turned on the electric light and was standing before the glass combing her hair. Marion glanced at the c

ked. "Did the alarm go off? I di

questions of the girl in bed. Then, as if suddenly rescuing her mind from thoughts that appealed to have c

at 6 o'clock. I turned the alarm off. It is 6:30

e of her voice. She asked no further questions, but proceeded with her dressing and preparation for bre

s blue, and her hair a light brown. Marion thought her pretty, but Marion had associated with her intimately for two or three years, and had discovered qualities in her that mere acquaintances could never have discovered. She had found Helen apparently to be pos

about her home or relatives. She lived in Villa Park, a small town midway between Westmoreland and Hollyhill. Her father was

though that institution made a specialty of teaching rich men's daughters how to be useful and economical, but the reason why had never been explained to her. Helen got her remittances from home regularly, and seemed to ha

appearance of one who had seen a good deal of the rough side of life, called at the Institute and asked for Miss Nash. He was ushered into the reception room and Helen was summoned. One of the girls who witnessed the meeting told some of her friends that Miss Nash was evidently much surprised, if not unple

strict. The other eleven who boarded the train with Marion, the holiday hostess, were Ruth Hazelton, Ethel Zimmerman, Ernestine Joha

hich, fortunately, was almost empty before they boarded it. Then began a chatter of girl voices-happy, spirited, witty, and

ries for future reference. There was more catching of breath, more cheering, more clapping of hands; but no mock jeers, now that the

last night," said Azalia Atwood, with characteristic excitable expectation. "He addressed himself to you, Marion, when he said it; and

mmerman. "It would be a pretty good one for the boys to get us excited and looking for something clear up

n declared. "It wouldn't be one-two-three with what they did las

y goods box filled with excelsior would be

objected. "That might easily be mistaken for the promised big stunt. They might

ig things that boys

ions may produ

at you, Hazel, for suggesting such a thing. If the boys should put over anything like that, we'd break off diplomatic relations right away. If they wanted to call us a lot

listening with quiet interest to the spirited conversation. "Continued thoug

take back what she said about my being a

said, or meant to say, that the idea you expressed might better be expected from an ol

ostess to go way back and sit down, and that wouldn't be polite, you know. By the way, if you'll excuse me I'll do that very thing now for another reason. I'v

lity to her "go way back and sit down" suggestion, and settled back comfortably to

enough curiosity to "unsettle" her. She thought she knew whom it was from-those ingenious Boy Scouts of Spring Lake-perhaps it was written by cousin Clifford himself. It was jus

well calculated to work terror in her own heart and the heart of every other member of Flamingo Fire. It was a threat couched in direful words, warning her and her frie