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

and to make her way upstairs to that old quartette room she and her chums

ing to her chums that they prized highly. It seemed actually wicked to stan

soon appear, the whole West

mpt to reach the upper stories from this direction. And although the back door of the building was locked

o the building again, Mi

go back for anything more of mine or Miss Picol

gs of my own-and some belo

mmanded Miss Scrimp. "If you do, Ruthie Fie

le. "Come back, now, darlin'. 'Tis a happy chance that none o'

resume it is posi-tive that there is nobody up there?

and there is none missing but our Ruthie. And now you would better run back, my

xcitement kept me warm. But oh! how awful It is to s

up to the hall with the other girls, my dear.

ble. The glare of the fire could probably be seen by this time clear to Lumberton, and

music and a funny recitation by one girl, to while away the time until Mrs. Tellingham appeared. Just as Ruth came in, h

veral girls uttered startled cries as the firs

somebody, "th

And it is not the first fire since the world began. Ruth has

ed Helen. "Is i

o speak," comman

tory?" cried

, and controlling herself admirably. "Don't scream. None of

lar. They always do," groan

aking. "Nothing can be taken from the rooms upstairs. Only

"We're orphans then. I'm gla

burned up?" demanded Heavy. "You

the fire has made

ere the murmure

n, too?" demanded one of

o far separated from the other buildings, was now apparent. Despite the high wind that prevaile

ral of the girls were in tears; their most valued posses

rning structure, Mrs. Tellingham had returned to the main building, and the maids from the kitchen were

goats were divided from the sheep," Helen said.) Then th

camping out," cri

for beds, and our clothes won't get all stuc

girl," scoffed Ann Hick

emanded Lluella, with some spi

properly prepared. I tried it once," replied Ann, "and got m

gum," explained Helen. "Now, see here, gir

, o

ite

me of the responses

an awfully pretty name for a camp, I think. We called o

oap factory. I know the place. 'Sweet Dreams,'

Ruth said bluntly. "We all talk at once. Goodness! h

just then Mrs. Tellingham

he said, with some cheerfulness,

vy. "Can we go over th

is badly damaged. Of course, no girl need expect to find much that belongs to her intact. I a

e fleshy girl. "Those firemen from

march to their rooms. It is late enough. We must all get quiet for the night. The ruin

hat they sang, beginning with the very first verse. The words of the last stanza

rs enter, t

of Knowledg

know what h

wide rive

ide r

River of

ide r

river t

ut of our beds to sleep this way! And all we've lost!" She began to weep. It

reat room, and they insisted that Mercy Curt

imes on the plains without half the comforts of this camp. Oh! I could

Miss Hicks," said Miss Brokaw, dryly.

ept over to Ruth and hid her face upon her

. Murchiston allowed me to pic

ears: "Oh, girls! I've lost in the dreadful fir

ver, when the girls went out-of-doors and saw

e walls had crumbled in places, and over all was a sheet of ice w

building was out of the question. The West Dormit