All was bustle and confusion for Ruth during the next two hours. Then she found herself on the train bound for New York. She had a section of the sleeper to herself, and arrived in the city the next morning at an early hour.
She was making her toilette, as the electric engine whisked the long train through the upper reaches of the city, and she marveled at the awakening Bronx and Harlem streets.
When she came out through the gateway of the trainshed, she saw a youth standing by, watching the on-coming pa.s.sengers sharply. But she was almost upon him, and he had stepped forward, lifting his hat and putting out a hand to take her bag, before she recognized Roberto, the Gypsy boy.
But how changed in appearance! Of course, he was still dark of skin, and his black eyes flashed. But he had removed the gold rings from his ears, his hair had been trimmed to a proper length, he was dressed smartly in a gray suit, and wore a nice hat and shoes.
Altogether Roberto was a very handsome youth indeed--more so now than when he had been a wild boy!
"You do not know me, Miss Fielding?" he said, his eyes twinkling and a warm blush rising in his cheeks.
"You--you are so changed!" gasped Ruth.
"Yes. Mr. Cameron is a fine man," said the boy, nodding. "I like him. He do all this for me," and he made a gesture that included his new outfit, and flashed her another brilliant smile.
"Oh! how it does improve you, Roberto!" she cried.
"_Robert_, if you please," he said, laughing. "_I_ am going to be American boy--yes. I have left the Gypsy boy forever behind--eh?"
Ruth fairly clapped her hands. "Do you mean all that, Robert?" she cried.
"Sure!" he said proudly. "I like America. Yes! I have been here now ten years, and it suit me. And Mr. Cameron say I can go to school and learn to be American business man. That is better than trading horses--eh?"
"Oh, isn"t that fine!" cried the girl of the Red Mill. "Now, where are you going to take me?"
"To the hotel. Mr. Cameron will wait breakfast for us," declared the lad, and in ten minutes Ruth was greeting her chum"s father across the restaurant table.
"And I suppose you are just about eaten up with curiosity as to why I sent for you?" Mr. Cameron asked her, smiling, when Robert had gone out on an errand.
"Just about, sir," admitted the girl.
"Why, I want to tell you, my dear, that you are likely to be a very lucky girl indeed. The five thousand dollars reward----"
"You haven"t found the necklace?"
"Yes, indeed. That has been found and identified. What I want you for is so you can identify that old Gypsy, Queen Zelaya. I did not want to force her grandson to appear against her before the authorities. But you can do so with a clear conscience.
"Queen Zelaya will be sent back to Bohemia. She has a bad record, and entered the country secretly some years ago. Your evidence will enable the Federal authorities to clinch their case, and return the old woman to the country of her birth.
"It is not believed that she actually stole the pearl necklace, but it is plain she shared in the proceeds of all the Gypsies" plundering, and in this case she took the giant"s portion.
"We could not prove robbery upon her, but she can be transported, and she shall be," concluded Mr. Cameron, firmly.
This was what finally happened to Queen Zelaya. Her clan was broken up, and not one of them was ever seen in the neighborhood of the Red Mill--or elsewhere in that county--again.
Robert Mazell, as is the Gypsy boy"s Americanized name, promises to be all that he told Ruth he hoped to be--in time. He must begin at the bottom of the educational ladder, but he is so quick to learn that his patron, Mr. Cameron, tells Tom, laughingly, that _he_, Tom, will have to look to his laurels, or the boy from Bohemia will outstrip him.
Having carried out the trailing of the Gypsy Queen at his own expense, and recovered the necklace privately, Mr. Cameron did not have to divide the reward offered by Mrs. Rachel Parsons with anybody.
The entire five thousand dollars was deposited in Ruth"s name in the Cheslow Savings Bank. And this happened in time so that Ruth could draw enough of her fortune to get a new gymnasium costume for the mid-winter exhibition!
She did not have to use the money Uncle Jabez grudgingly gave her. Her tuition fees were paid in advance for this year at Briarwood Hall, but she determined thereafter to pay all her own expenses, at school and elsewhere.
At last she felt herself to be independent. By going to Mr. Cameron, she could get money when she wished, without annoying the miller, and for this situation she was very very thankful.
Her life stretched before her over a much pleasanter path than ever before. There were kind friends whom she could help in the future, as they needed help--and that delighted Ruth Fielding.
Her own future seemed secure. She could prepare herself for college and could gain the education she craved. It seemed that nothing could balk her ambition in that direction. And so--this seems to be a very good place indeed in which to bid good-bye for a time to Ruth Fielding of the Red Mill.
THE END
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