Grace Harlowes Senior Year at High School | Page 4

a few months,
Jessica, who was motherless, had become deeply attached to her, while
Jessica's father was equally fond of the young girl.
She had spent her vacation with the Phi Sigma Tau, who were the
guests of Judge Putnam, a prominent Oakdale citizen, and his sister at
their camp in the Adirondacks. The judge had conceived a great
affection for her, and on hearing her story had offered to adopt her.
This proved a cross to Jessica, who was torn between her desire to keep
Mabel with her, and the feeling that the opportunity was too great for
Mabel to refuse. Mabel had left the decision to Jessica, and the judge
was still awaiting his answer.
"I might have known something would happen to take her away,"
almost wailed Jessica. "First, the judge, and now--"
"Don't be a goose, Jessica," said Nora stoutly, "and don't jump at the
conclusion that this strange woman is a relative of Mabel's. There are
lots of chance resemblances."
"Of course there are," consoled Grace. "When we go to the hospital
to-morrow we'll find no doubt that our stranger is named 'Smith' or
'Brown' or anything except 'Allison.'"
"Don't worry, dear," said Anne, slipping her hand into Jessica's. "No
one will take your one chicken from you."
"I don't know about that," responded Jessica gloomily. "I feel in my
bones that something terrible is going to happen. I suppose you girls
think me foolish about Mabel, but I've no mother or sister, and you

know yourselves what a dear Mabel is."
"Forget it," advised Nora wisely. "We've had enough to harrow our
young feelings to-day. Let's go and drown our sorrows in sundaes. I'll
treat until my money gives out, and then the rest of you can take up the
good work."
"Who will go to the hospital with me to-morrow!" asked Grace when
they were seated around a table at Stillman's.
"Let me see. To-morrow is Sunday," said Jessica. "I'm afraid I can't go.
Papa is going to take Mabel and me for a drive."
"I'll go with, you," volunteered Nora.
"And I," said Anne.
"Good girls," commended Grace. "Meet me here at three o'clock. I am
fairly sure that visitors are allowed on Sunday, but if I am mistaken we
can at least go to the office and inquire for our stranger."
The three girls met in front of Stillman's at exactly three o'clock the
following afternoon, and set out for the hospital.
"Visitors are allowed on Sunday from three until five," remarked Grace
as they strolled down Main Street. "I telephoned last night to the
hospital. Our stranger is not seriously hurt. She is badly shaken up, and
awfully nervous. If she feels more calm to-day we may be allowed to
see her."
"What is her name?" asked Anne.
Grace looked blank, then exclaimed: "Why, girls, how stupid of me! I
forgot to ask. I was so interested in hearing about her condition that I
never thought of that."
"Well, our curiosity will soon be satisfied in that respect," said Nora,
"for here we are at the hospital."

"We should like to see the woman who was thrown from the
automobile yesterday afternoon," said Grace to the matron. "Is she able
to receive visitors?"
"Oh, yes," replied the matron. "She is sitting in a wheeled chair on the
second-story veranda. Miss Elton," she called to a nurse who had just
entered, "take these young women up to the veranda, they wish to see
the patient who has 47."
"What is her--" began Grace. But at that moment a nurse hurried in
with a communication for the matron. Grace waited a moment, bent on
repeating her question, but the nurse said rather impatiently, "This way,
please," and the opportunity was lost.
The three girls began to feel a trifle diffident as they approached the
stranger who was seated in a wheeled chair in a corner of the veranda.
"Visitors to see you, madam," said the nurse curtly, halting before the
patient. "Be careful not to over-exert yourself," and was gone.
The woman in the chair turned quickly at the nurse's words, her eyes
resting upon the three girls.
Grace felt a queer little shiver creep up and down her spine. The
resemblance between the stranger and Mabel Allison was even more
remarkable to-day.
"How do you do, my dears," said the woman with a sweet smile,
extending her hand in turn to the three girls. "Under the circumstances I
am sure you will pardon me for not rising."
Her voice was clear and well modulated.
"Please don't think of it," cried Grace. "We saw the accident yesterday.
We were afraid you were seriously injured, and we couldn't resist
coming to see you. I am Grace Harlowe, and these are my friends Nora
O'Malley and