Her one great, overmastering pa.s.sion was for Independence! She envied none of her mates anything but _that_.
Now she fell under temptation, and this was the way of it: Ruth belonged to the picked cla.s.s that the physical instructor had chosen for exhibition gymnasium work at the mid-winter entertainment. This year there were to be important visitors at the school, and Mrs. Tellingham wished to make the occasion a more than ordinarily successful entertainment.
The cla.s.s of twenty girls, selected from the best of the seniors and juniors, was to drill, dance, and go through other gymnastic exercises.
And it was agreed among them that each girl should have a brand new costume, although this was no suggestion of either the teacher or Mrs.
Tellingham.
The cla.s.s invented this idea itself. It was agreed--nineteen in favor, at least--to appear at the entertainment in a brand new outfit. And how could Ruth say "No?"
Every girl in the cla.s.s but herself had only to write home for money and order the uniform. As it chanced, Ruth had plenty of money to pay for a costume. Helen, who was one of the number, knew Ruth had that fifty dollars in gold that Uncle Jabez had given the girl of the Red Mill the day she left home.
This was the temptation: Ruth had promised herself never to use that money. She had a small sum left from her vacation money, and she was making that do for incidentals, until she could earn more in some way.
She was already tutoring both Nettie Parsons and Ann Hicks in their more advanced textbooks, and they were paying her small sums for this help.
But she could not earn enough in this way--nor in any other--to buy the new gymnasium costume. And there were the five ten-dollar gold pieces lying in a little jeweler"s box in the bottom of her trunk.
She went with Helen to the dressmaker in Lumberton, when Helen ordered _her_ new costume. "Why don"t you let her fit you now, too, Ruth?"
demanded Miss Cameron.
"Oh, there is plenty of time. Let us see first how well she makes yours," Ruth returned, with a forced laugh.
She knew she could not wear her usual costume with the picked cla.s.s without looking odd. The girls had decided on crimson tr.i.m.m.i.n.g on the blue skirt and blouse, instead of the regulation white. Nineteen girls with crimson bands and one with white--and that soiled!--would look odd enough.
It would fairly spoil the picture, Ruth knew. She was worried because of this, for she did not want to make her mates look ridiculous. Never had Ruth Fielding been so uncertain about any question since she had been old enough to decide for herself.
She was really so troubled that her recitation marks were not as high as they should have been. The teachers began to question her, for Ruth Fielding"s course at Briarwood had been a triumphant one from the start!
"You are not ill, Miss Fielding?" asked Miss Gould. "I am surprised to find that you are going below your past averages. What is the matter?"
"I am sure I do not know, Miss Gould," declared Ruth. Yet she feared that the reply was not strictly truthful. She _did_ know; night and day she was worrying about the new gymnasium costume.
Should she order one, or should she not? Could she buy a little of the crimson ribbon and put it on her old uniform and thus pa.s.s muster? What would the girls say, if she did that?
And what would they say if she appeared at the exhibition in her old costume? Was she purely selfish in trying to get out of buying the new dress? Was her reason for not wishing to break into that roll of coin a bad one, after all?
Those questions kept coming to Ruth Fielding, and got between her and her books. Mrs. Tellingham called her into the office early in October and pointed out to her that, unless her averages increased, her standing in her cla.s.s would be greatly changed.
"You are doing no outside work, Miss Fielding?" inquired the princ.i.p.al.
"No, Ma"am."
"I hear you are helping two of the other girls--in a perfectly legitimate way, of course. It is not taking too much out of you?"
"Oh, no, dear Mrs. Tellingham!" cried Ruth, fearful that her tutoring would be forbidden.
"You are not working too hard in the gym.?"
"I do not think so," stammered Ruth.
"And _this_ is ridiculous," said Mrs. Tellingham, with a smile. "I do not think there is a more robust looking girl in my school. But, there must be something."
"I suppose so," murmured Ruth.
"But you do not know what it is? If you do, tell me."
"I study just as hard, Mrs. Tellingham," said Ruth, non-committally. "I spend quite as much thought over my books. Really, I think I shall do better again."
"I hope so. I do not want to see any bright girl like you fall behind.
There is always some reason for such changes, but sometimes we teachers have hard work to get at it. I want all my girls to have confidence in me and to tell me if anything goes wrong with them."
"Yes, Ma"am," said Ruth, guiltily.
But she could not take the princ.i.p.al of Briarwood Hall into her confidence--she positively could _not_ do it! How ridiculous it would seem to the dignified Mrs. Grace Tellingham that she did not dip into the money her uncle had given her to buy that costume!
And she was losing her standing, and worrying everybody who cared, because of this temptation. She knew she was doing wrong in falling behind in her studies.
Surely _that_ was not the way to give Uncle Jabez the best return possible for his investment. If she fell back in her books this year, Ruth knew she would never be able to make it up. She must either be prepared for college half a year later, or skip some work that would be found wanting at a later time--would be a thorn in her flesh, indeed, for the remainder of her school life.
One hour Ruth told herself that she would be decisive--she would be brave--she would not move in her determination to keep the fifty dollars intact. And then, the next hour, her heart would sink, as she looked forward to what would be said and thought by her companions when the exhibition day came around and she appeared in her old suit.
She thought seriously of trying to withdraw in season from the exhibition cla.s.s. But unfortunately she could not easily do that. The instructor had selected the twenty girls herself, and what excuse--what honest excuse--could Ruth give for demanding her release?
"Oh, dear me!" she thought, tossing on her pillow at night, "if I could only be the means of returning that necklace to Mrs. Parsons! My troubles would all be over for sure.
"Mr. Cameron"s detectives will _never_ find that old Queen Zelaya, but I bet Roberto knows just where she has gone for the winter."
With this in mind she tried again and again to get some information out of Tony Foyle"s new helper. Roberto always had a smile for her, and seemed willing enough to try to make signs about anything and everything but his tribe and his grandmother.
And so smart was he that his gestures were very understandable indeed, when he wished to give information about the new work that he loved, and about the fall flowers and bulbs which were being taken up for storage in the conservatory against the cold of winter.
It seemed strange--indeed, it made Ruth suspicious--that Roberto could convey his meaning so easily by gesture when the subject was not one regarding the missing Gypsies!
Again and again the thought came to the girl that the Gypsy boy was actually "playing possum." Knowing, perhaps, that he would be questioned about his grandmother, and not wishing to give information about her or her tribe, he had decided to become dumb.
Yet, if this was so, how wonderfully well he did it! Even the doctor at the hospital could not understand the case.
Roberto"s condition certainly was puzzling. And Ruth believed that he held the clew to the whereabouts of Queen Zelaya and the pearl necklace.
That being the case, he stood between Ruth and that great reward which the girl of the Red Mill was so anxious to win.
CHAPTER XXIII
NETTIE PARSONS" FEAST
Incidentally there was as much fun going on at Briarwood Hall as usual this fall, but Ruth Fielding did not entirely enjoy any of the frolics in which she necessarily had a part.