The Camp Fire Girls in the Outside World

The Camp Fire Girls in the
Outside World, by

Margaret Vandercook
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Title: The Camp Fire Girls in the Outside World
Author: Margaret Vandercook

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[Illustration: Cover artwork]
THE CAMP FIRE GIRLS IN THE OUTSIDE WORLD
by
MARGARET VANDERCOOK
Author of "The Ranch Girls" Series, "The Red Cross Girls" Series, etc.
Illustrated

[Frontispiece: "Esther Crippen, that is the loveliest song in the world!"]

Philadelphia The John C. Winston Co. Publishers
Copyright 1914, by The John C. Winston Company

CONTENTS
I. "DO YOU REMEMBER ME?"
II. BETTY'S KNIGHT
III. HER PENSION
IV. TEMPTATION
V. THE WAY OF THE WILFUL
VI. ESTHER'S ROOM

VII. THE THREAT
VIII. PREPARATIONS FOB THE HOLIDAYS
IX. THE CASTLE OF LIFE
X. THE RECOGNITION
XI. SUNRISE CABIN AGAIN
XII. "LIFE'S LITTLE IRONIES"
XIII. THE INVALIDS
XIV. "WHICH COMES LIKE A BENEDICTION"
XV. SECRETS
XVI. THE LAW OF THE FIRE
XVII. A FIGURE IN THE NIGHT
XVIII. UNCERTAINTY
XIX. AN UNSPOKEN POSSIBILITY
XX. THE BEGINNING OF LIGHT
XXI. BETTY FINDS OUT
XXII. SUNRISE CABIN
XXIII. FAREWELLS

ILLUSTRATIONS
"ESTHER CRIPPEN, THAT IS THE LOVELIEST SONG IN THE
WORLD!" . . . . . . Frontispiece

"THERE ISN'T ANYTHING MUCH TO TELL"
THE PROFESSOR HAD TO WIPE HIS GLASSES
"I WON'T INTERFERE WITH YOUR DESTINATION"

The Camp Fire Girls in the Outside World
CHAPTER I
"DO YOU REMEMBER ME?"
Walking slowly down a broad stairway, a girl carried three old silver
candlesticks in her hands. And although the hallway was in
semi-darkness, the candles had not yet been lighted. It was a cold
November afternoon and the great house was chill and silent.
Entering the drawing room, she placed the candles upon the
mantelpiece. Her breath was like a small gray cloud before her; and her
dress, too, was the color of the mist and soft and clinging.
"Work, health and love," she murmured quietly, striking a match and
watching the candles flicker and flare until finally they burned with a
steady glow. "If one has these three things in life as I have, what else is
worth worrying over?" Then the sigh that came in answer to her own
question almost extinguished the candle flames.
"There are bills and boarders of course--too many of the first and at
present none of the second," she added with a kind of whimsical smile.
"But, oh dear, what a trying Thanksgiving day this has been, when even
the Camp Fire ideals won't comfort me! Dick 'way off in Germany,
Polly and Esther studying in New York and me face to face with my
failure to save the old house. It is not worth while pretending; the house
must be sold and mother and I shall have to find some other place to
live. In the morning I will go and tell Judge Maynard that I give up."
Sadly Betty Ashton glanced about the familiar room. The portraits of

her New England ancestors appeared to gaze coldly and reproachfully
down upon her. They had not been of the stuff of which failures are
made. Her grand piano was closed and dusty, the window blinds were
partly pulled down, and although a fire was laid in the grate, it was not
burning. Dust, cold and an unaccustomed atmosphere of neglect
enveloped everything.
With a lifting of her head and a tightening of her lips that gave her face
a new expression, the girl suddenly pulled open a table drawer and
began fiercely to polish the top of the piano while she talked.
"There is no reason why I should allow this place to look so dismal just
because things have gone wrong with my efforts to keep boarders and
continue my work at school. As no one is coming to see me I can't
afford a fire, but I'll open the piano and place Esther's song, 'The Soul's
Desire,' on the music rack, just as though she were at home to sing it
for me. Dick's dull old books shall lie here on the table where he used
to leave them, near this red rose that John Everett brought me this
morning. Somehow the rose makes me think of Polly. It is so radiant.
How curious that certain persons suggest certain