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"I'm so glad that mid-year exams are over," sighed Grace. "I'm a sure enough graduate now, unless something serious happens."
"So am I," replied Anne. "If I could get clerical work to do this term I'd recite in the morning only and give my afternoons to earning a little money. It seems as though everything is against me. Did you know that Mrs. Gray has postponed coming home until March?"
"Yes," answered Grace. She understood Anne's growing despair as time went on, and the prospect of earning enough money to defray her college expenses grew less.
"I'm afraid I'll have to give it all up for next year at least, Grace,"
Anne's voice trembled a little. "But perhaps I can enter the year after.
I can't give up the idea of being in the same college with you."
"Don't give up yet, dear," Grace pressed Anne's hand. "Maybe the unexpected will happen."
The girls separated at the corner and went their separate ways, Anne with the conviction that there was no use in wis.h.i.+ng for the impossible and Grace deploring the fact that Anne was too proud to accept any help from her friends.
As Grace was about to curl herself up in a big chair before the fire that night with "Richard Carvel" in one hand and a box of peanut brittle in the other, she was startled by a loud ringing of the bell. Going to the door she beheld Anne who was fairly wriggling with excitement. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes were like stars.
"Oh, Grace," she cried. "The unexpected has happened!"
"What are you talking about, Anne?" exclaimed Grace laughing. "Stop dancing up and down out there. Come in and explain yourself. That is if you can stand still long enough to do it."
"I have had the surprise of my life to-night, Grace," said Anne, as she entered the hall, while Grace unfastened her fur collar and pulled the pins from her hat. "I just couldn't wait until to-morrow to tell you about it. It's so wonderful I can't believe that it has happened to insignificant me."
"I know just as much now as I did at first, and perhaps a trifle less,"
said Grace.
Then taking Anne by the shoulders she marched her into the sitting room, shoved her into the easy-chair opposite her own and said, "Now, begin at the beginning, and don't leave out any details."
"Well," said Anne, drawing a long breath, "when I reached home after leaving you, I found a letter for me postmarked New York City. For an instant I thought it was from my father, but the hand writing was not his. I opened it, and who do you suppose it was from?"
"I don't know, and I'm a poor guesser, so tell me," responded Grace.
"It was from Mr. Everett Southard."
"No! Really?" cried Grace. "How nice of him to write to you."
"But I haven't told you the nicest part," continued Anne. "He wants me to go to New York to play a six-weeks' engagement in his company."
"Anne Pierson, you don't mean it," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Grace in intense astonishment.
"Grace Harlowe, I do mean it," retorted Anne. "Why it's the very opportunity that I've been yearning for, but never expected to get. Let me read you his letter."
Unfolding the letter that she had been holding in one hand, Anne read:
"MY DEAR MISS PIERSON:
"Remembering your exceptionally fine work as 'Rosalind' in the production of 'As You Like It,' given at your High School last year, I now write to offer you the same part in a six weeks'
revival of the same play about to be presented in New York. Your acceptance will be a source of gratification to me, as it is very hard to engage actors who are particularly adapted to Shakespearian roles. The salary will be one hundred dollars per week with all traveling expenses paid.
"My sister extends a cordial invitation to you to make our home yours during your stay in New York, and will write you at once.
I have already written Miss Tebbs regarding my offer. Hoping to receive an affirmative answer by return mail, with best wishes, I remain
"Yours sincerely,
"EVERETT SOUTHARD."
"Well, I should say the unexpected had happened," said Grace, as Anne finished reading. "One hundred dollars a week for six weeks! Why, Anne, think of it! You will have six hundred dollars for six weeks' work. I had no idea they paid such salaries."
"They pay more than that in companies like Mr. Southard's," replied Anne. "If I had acquired fame I could command twice that sum. I can't imagine why he ever chose me. Suppose I should fail entirely."
"Nonsense," retorted Grace. "You couldn't fail if you tried. The only thing that I am afraid of is that you'll be so carried away with the stage that you'll forget to come back to us again."
"Don't say that, Grace," said Anne quickly. "I never shall. I am wild to play this engagement, because it means that I am sure of at least two years in college, and I think if I can get tutoring to do, I can pull through the whole four. Aside from that, the stage is the last career in the world that I should choose. You know my views on that subject."
"I was only jesting, dear," Grace a.s.sured her, seeing the look of anxiety that crept into Anne's eyes. "I know you'll come back. We couldn't graduate without you. When shall you write to Mr. Southard?"
"I have already written," replied Anne gravely. "I knew that nothing could induce me to refuse, so I settled the matter at once."
"Confess, you bad child," said Grace, rising and putting one finger under Anne's chin. "Look me straight in the face and tell the truth. You thought I'd be shocked."
Anne colored, laughed a little and then said frankly, "Yes, I was afraid you wouldn't look at the matter in the same light. Now, I must go, because it is after nine and sister worries if I stay out late."
"Wait, I'll go to the corner with you," said Grace.
Slipping into her coat, and throwing a silk scarf over her head. Grace accompanied Anne into the street.
"Come as far as the next corner," begged Anne, and the two girls walked slowly on.
"Now I must go back," said Grace, as they neared the corner.
Just then Anne exclaimed very softly, "Look, Grace, isn't that Marian and her cavalier?"
"Where!" asked Grace, turning quickly.
"Across the street, coming in this direction. I do believe Marian is crying, too. They are crossing now, and will pa.s.s us. I don't think they've seen us yet."
Completely absorbed in their own affairs the approaching couple had not noticed either Grace or Anne.
"How could I have been so foolis.h.!.+" the two girls heard Marian say tearfully.
"Don't be an idiot," her companion answered in rough tones. "You may win yet. I had inside information that it was safe to put the money on it.
You act like a baby." Then he muttered something that was inaudible to the listeners.
"You are very unkind, Henry," wailed Marian.
But in the next instant Henry Hammond had seen the two girls. With a savage "cut it out, can't you! Don't let every one know your business,"
his scowling expression changed to the polite smiling mask that he habitually wore.
But Grace, who in spite of her former disagreement with him, had for Marian's sake favored him with a cool bow when he happened to cross her path even after Marian had stopped speaking, was up in arms at his display of rudeness to the girl who had cut herself off from her dearest friends to please him.
Marian averted her face as they pa.s.sed opposite the chums, but her companion, who was preparing to bow, became suddenly disconcerted by the steady, scornful gaze of two pairs of eyes, that looked their full measure of contempt, and hastily turning his attention to Marian pa.s.sed by without speaking.