Katherine"s Sheaves.
by Mrs. George Sheldon.
CHAPTER I.
AT HILTON SEMINARY.
It was four o"clock in the afternoon on the opening day of the midwinter term at Hilton Seminary, a noted inst.i.tution located in a beautiful old town of Western New York.
A group of gay girls had just gathered in one of the pleasant and s.p.a.cious recreation rooms and were chattering like the proverbial flock of magpies--exchanging merry greetings after their vacation; comparing notes on studies, cla.s.ses and roommates; discussing the advent of new teachers, pupils and improvements, when a tall, gracious woman of, perhaps, thirty-five years suddenly appeared in the doorway, her fair face gleaming with humorous appreciation of the animated scene and babel before her, and enjoined silence with the uplifting of one slim white hand.
There was an instantaneous hush, as the bevy of maidens turned their bright faces and affectionate glances upon their teacher, who, evidently, was a prime favorite with them all.
"What is it, Miss Reynolds? What can we do for you?" eagerly queried several of the group, as they sprang forward to ascertain her wishes.
"Is Miss Minturn in the room? I am looking for a new pupil who arrived this morning," the teacher responded, her genial, friendly blue eyes roving from face to face in search of the stranger to whom she had referred.
A young girl, who had been sitting by herself in a remote corner of the room, arose and moved towards the speaker.
"I am Katherine Minturn," she said, with quiet self-possession, yet flushing slightly beneath the many curious glances bent upon her, as her soft, brown eyes met the smiling blue ones.
She was, apparently, about nineteen years of age, a little above medium height, her form slight but almost perfect in its proportions. A wealth of hair, matching the color of her eyes, crowned a small, shapely head, and contrasted beautifully with a creamy complexion, the delicacy of which was relieved chiefly by the vivid scarlet of her lips. Her features were clear-cut and very attractive--at least so thought Miss Reynolds as she studied the symmetrical brow, the large, thoughtful eyes, the tender mouth and prettily rounded chin curving so gracefully into the white, slender neck.
"Ah! Miss Minturn. I have had quite a search for you," she said, reaching out a cordial hand to her; for, despite the girl"s self- poise, she had caught a quiver of loneliness on the expressive face. "I am Miss Reynolds, the teacher of mathematics, and I have been commissioned by Prof. Seabrook to find and show you to his study. But first, let me present you to these chatterers."
She dropped the hand that was trembling in her clasp, and, slipping a rea.s.suring arm about the girl"s waist, continued:
"Young ladies, this is Miss Minturn, a new junior. I can"t present each of you formally, for she is wanted immediately elsewhere; but I will see that she finds you all out later."
Katherine nodded a smiling acknowledgment to the vigorous clapping of hands and the hearty "Welcome, Miss Minturn, to Hilton." Then Miss Reynolds led her away, and the interrupted chatter of the magpies was resumed with redoubled animation, but now the new junior absorbed the attention of everyone.
"Say, girls, isn"t she a dear?" "Came this morning, did she? where from, I wonder?" "My! but wasn"t that a n.o.bby traveling suit, and such a fit!" "Katherine Minturn--pretty name, isn"t it?" "Does anybody know anything more about her?" were some of the comments and queries that slipped from those supple instruments with a tendency towards perpetual motion, which, sometimes, are described as organs that are hung in the middle and wag at both ends-- school-girls" tongues.
"Hush!--sh!--sh! Oh, girls, do ring off, and perhaps I can give you a point or two," cried a high-pitched voice with an unmistakable Southern drawl, as a somewhat overdressed girl of nineteen or twenty years re-enforced her appeal by vigorous gestures to attract attention, whereupon the ever alert spirit of Curiosity silenced every loquacious chatterer, except one who solemnly announced, "Ladies, Miss Minot has the floor!"
"Yes," the speaker observed, "the new junior does strike one as being downright stunning. She came from New York City, and"--with a lugubrious sigh--"though I"ve never set eyes on her before, I was informed this morning that she is to be my roommate for the remainder of the year."
A burst of mirthful laughter rippled over a dozen pairs of rosy lips at this last mournfully conveyed information.
"Aha! at last Miss Sadie Minot has got to come down to the lot of common mortals and take in a chum!" cried a merry sprite, with a saucy chuckle. "Oh, how you have spread yourself and luxuriated in your solitary magnificence, and how every mother"s daughter of us has envied you your s.p.a.cious quarters! Well, you know what old Sol. said about "pride" and a "haughty spirit," and the "fall"
always comes, first or last. But, Sadie, my love, be comforted,"
she continued, with mock sympathy, "and just try to realize what splendid discipline it will be for you; one cannot have everything one wants, you know, even if one is an heiress in one"s own right- -eh, dearie?"
"But there"s only one closet, and it is so full now," sighed Miss Minot, ruefully.
"Hear! hear!" retorted the same mischievous maiden, whose name was Clara Follet. "After having had undisturbed possession of a whole room and closet for six long months she ungratefully bemoans----"
"And only one chest of drawers," pursued Sadie, in the same strain, but with a comical quirk of an eye.
A chorus of mocking groans and derisive laughter greeted this wail.
"And all four crammed full with her superfluous finery," cried another of the merry group. "Whatever will you do with it now, Sadie?"
"I"m sure I don"t know, Ollie," retorted the pretty "heiress,"
with a quizzical uplifting of her brows, "unless you take half of it off my hands altogether, instead of coming to borrow so often."
Shrieks of appreciative mirth followed this deftly shot arrow, for it was a well-known fact that Ollie Grant, the pet of the school, was an easy-going little body, very p.r.o.ne to allow her wardrobe to get in a sad plight and then throw herself upon the mercy of others, to patch her up, in the event of an emergency.
But Miss Ollie was equal to the occasion.
"Really, Sadie, that would help you out, wouldn"t it? and save me a lot of trotting back and forth," she demurely responded, though the dimples played a lively game of hide-and-seek in her plump cheeks. "There"s such a love of a lace jacket in her second drawer, girls; my eyes water with envy every time I get a glimpse of it; and a few of those ravishing stocks that you"ve been laying in of late wouldn"t come amiss. There"s that lavender satin waist, too, you bought at Jerome"s the other day. I know I should look perfectly killing in it; and--oh! ye Hiltonites!--she has just bought six of the sweetest corset covers you ever laid eyes on; think of it!--six! She could spare three just as well as not, and I"m sure she has at least a dozen pairs of silk stockings, while"- -with a doleful sigh--"I don"t own a blessed one. Then there are ribbons and laces, fans and handkerchiefs galore. Don"t you think it would be an act of mercy if I would agree to take some of these superfluities off her hands, rather than have them ruthlessly crushed into half their allotted s.p.a.ce? And--"
"Ollie! Ollie!--what an incorrigible little tease you are!"
laughingly interposed Miss Minot, as she playfully tweaked the girl"s ear. "I wonder how long the things would last you if you had them all!"
"Oh, probably two or three times wearing around, providing they didn"t come to mending before that," mused the "Pet," with a speculative look in her blue eyes, but with a quiver of the dimples that evoked another paroxysm of laughter from her audience. "But I say, Sadie," she went on with the next breath, "Miss Minturn is a downright sweet-looking girl, and I"ll wager a- -a darning needle against a pair of those silk stockings you"ll find her O. K. Maybe she"ll let you have an extra drawer and a hook or two in the closet."
"I don"t feel very hopeful, so I won"t take you up," sighed Sadie; "for when I came in from my walk I saw a big trunk, with "K. M."
on it, in the hall, and it looks to me as if I--I"m destined to go through a different kind of "cramming" process this year, in addition to the usual one."
This self-inflicted shot now turned the laugh again upon the speaker, for it was an open secret that the Southern heiress dearly loved her ease and took it, up to the last moment, then had to "cram for all she was worth" to get ready for "exams."
While this chatter and fun were going on in the recreation room, Katherine Minturn had been conducted to the study of Prof.
Seabrook, by whom she was received with his customary courtesy.
The princ.i.p.al of Hilton Seminary was a distinguished-appearing gentleman of fifty years, possessing a strong, intellectual, yet refined face, whose chief charm was a pair of large, expressive blue-gray eyes that could be most winningly kind, or most coldly and blightingly stern, as the case might be.
"Be seated, Miss Minturn," he courteously commanded, as Miss Reynolds excused herself and withdrew, and indicating a chair near the table by which he had been sitting when she entered.
Katherine obeyed, feeling strongly attracted to the man by his genial manner, even though she knew that his keen but friendly eyes were intent upon reading what lay beneath her exterior.
"I suppose you feel that you have had rather a hard day," he continued, glancing significantly at some closely written sheets which he had evidently been looking over when she entered, and which she instantly recognized as her examination papers.
"Not at all," she quietly returned, lifting her clear eyes to him, and he marveled at the unclouded serenity in their pure depths.
"Indeed!" and he could not quite conceal his surprise. "It is a rare event for a young lady to make such an admission after a rigid ordeal like what you have sustained this afternoon. However, I am happy to inform you that you are unconditionally admitted to the junior cla.s.s; your papers do you great credit, Miss Minturn. I had not expected quite so much from you, as you had told me that you left school last year, a soph.o.m.ore, and have been traveling abroad until recently. I feared we might have to ask you to review a little, for it is rather unusual for a pupil to enter an advanced cla.s.s in the middle of the year."
"But I have not been idle since leaving school," Katherine replied, a happy gleam in her eyes, for his commendation was very gratifying to her; "although we were abroad for several months, we were often located in some place for weeks at a time, and mamma, having once been a teacher at Va.s.sar, coached me for the junior cla.s.s."
"Ah! that explains your proficiency. How convenient to have an ex- Va.s.sar in the family!" Prof. Seabrook smilingly observed. "All the same, I am sure the daughter deserves some commendation for work conscientiously done."
"Thank you, sir," said Katherine, a flush of pleasure tingeing her cheeks.
The princ.i.p.al then proceeded to give her some information regarding her cla.s.ses and the ground to be covered in her various studies during the coming term, after which he asked some questions as to her recent travels, whereupon they fell into a pleasant chat about points of interest which both had visited, and thus a delightful half hour slipped away. At length Prof. Seabrook referred to a book that lay on the table beside him, and observed:
"I find, Miss Minturn, that you are to room with Miss Sadie Minot, a young lady from Atlanta, Georgia, and I think you will find her an agreeable companion. However"--with a humorous twinkle in his eyes--"to use a homely proverb, "it is Hobson"s choice," for it happens to be the only vacancy in the building; we have a very full school this year. I will call some one to show you how to find it, and have your trunk sent up later."