Ruth Fielding in Moving Pictures; Or, Helping the Dormitory Fund

words. She went on calmly with her sup

uld start a panic on the instant, although both dor

ch gripped her; but about her heart she felt a pressure like that of a tight band.

dily enough. Some of the girls looked after her in surprise; but it was not

when she saw Ruth coming. She always ha

n expression of countenance did not change, for other girls w

ed, the instant her low whi

"F-I-R-E" with her lips. But she uttered no sound.

he

. Tellingham," said

ou pos

n the second floor. In one of

ccato; but her voice was low and

m. "Go out quietly and then run and

e lamps," wh

mp. I will telephone to town, and Miss Brokaw will take charge and march the

ments, though swift, were not alarming. She passed out by a rear door which le

?" called Heavy, in a low tone.

n, came into the dining hall as Ruth passed out. Miss Brokaw st

rigible. "She's shut us off again. A

oment of waiting. "Immediately, gir

dent intention to linger; but Heavy always took

will march to the big hall. It is Mrs. Tellingham's requ

the building, and from its windows not

e of the building and opened one leaf of the heavy door. It was a crisp n

ct alone saved the school from panic; for it she had left the door ajar, when the girls filed out into the entrance hall f

apparently started. There was no smoke as yet; but the flames l

uth where Tony Foyle then was. He was not likely to see the fire as yet, for in lighting the camp

of the little Italian garden in the center of the campus in two flying leaps, passed the marbl

y!" she called

e old Irishman, querulously. "Phy! 'tis Miss Ruth,

one anything in his power for her. So at

the matter?

een night air had seemed for the moment fairly to cong

ou? An' where is there fire save in the fu

m the room on the second floor of th

e of breaking glass betrayed the fact that the heat

it the hose-cart, an' rouse herse

stepped on it, galloped away on rheumatic legs. At this hour there was no man on the premises but the little

e kitchen girls, could do a thing towards extinguishing the fire. But she remembered that Miss Scrimp, the ma

of flames. Ruth would never have believed the dor

urst in the door like a young hurricane. The matron was at

ie Fielding!" she ejaculated. "

ront-is all afire! I saw it from the dining hall! Mrs. Te

he hearth of her small stove, and started out of the room with it-whether with the expe

flight of stairs the flames suddenly burst t

"I knew I had no business t

asked

g her name is. I'll t

p," begged Ruth. "It will be awful for Amy if i

," she added, as she reached the lower floor again. "All we can do is to take such things out as we can off this floor," and she promptly marched

an emergency like this. A little later Ruth saw the good woman

air's picture-my harp-my confirmation veil-all, all I have of my youth left!" chattered the excited little Frenchwoman, and because of her distress and her we

rom the main building-Mrs. Foyle, some of the kitchen girls and waitress

f importance to do with the government of the school; but he sometimes gave the girls wonderfully interesting lectures on historical subjects. He

ithout his wig. That wig was always awry when he was at work, and it was a different color fr

g him in the right direction. "Shure, ye air not dacently dressed. Go back, Oi say.

rned out later, the unfortunate, forgetful, short-sight