The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach Part 1

The Automobile Girls at Palm Beach.

by Laura Dent Crane.

CHAPTER I

THE LAND OF DREAMS

"I don't believe anything could be more lovely than this," exclaimed Mollie Thurston, leaning back in a wicker chair on the piazza of one of the largest hotels at Palm Beach.

"Right you are!" replied her friend, Ruth Stuart, as she gazed across the still blue waters of Lake Worth dotted with pleasure boats. "I can't decide whether I should like to ride in the automobile, or sail, or just sit in the cocoanut grove and listen to the music. Life seems so easy under a blue sky like this, and there are so many things to do that it is hard to make a choice."

"What do people usually do at this hour?" Grace Carter asked. "A woman I talked with on the train told me there was a programme of amus.e.m.e.nts for every hour at Palm Beach."

"Well, my dear, you have only to gaze about you and see for yourself. It is now high noon," answered Ruth, consulting her watch.

Grace glanced quickly about her. All along the broad piazza, and under awnings on the lawn, a gay company of men, women and young people were sipping delicious iced fruit drinks in tall, thin gla.s.ses.

"It is undoubtedly the witching hour for pineapple lemonades," said Ruth. "And we must be in the fas.h.i.+on immediately. Papa," she called to her father, who was immersed in the pages of a New York newspaper several days old, "you are not doing your duty by us. We are getting awfully thirsty."

Mr. Stuart, clad in white, and looking the picture of comfort, smiled lazily over his paper at his daughter. "Order what you like, my dear. Am I not always at the command of the 'Automobile Girls'? What do you wish, little lady?" he asked, turning to Barbara Thurston, who had been lost in a day-dream and had heard nothing of the conversation.

"I haven't any wish," responded Barbara. "I am too happy to be troubled with wishes."

"Then suppose I wish for you, Bab?" suggested Ruth. "Go back to your own sweet dreams. I'll wake you when the wish comes true."

Presently the four girls were sipping their fruit lemonades like the rest of the world at Palm Beach. On the breeze the sound of music was wafted to them from a morning concert in the distance.

"Where is Aunt Sallie?" Ruth suddenly asked, again interrupting her father's reading. "This place has bewitched me so that I have forgotten even my beloved aunt. This is the land of dreams, I do believe. We are all spirits from some happy world."

"Here comes your spirit aunt," returned Mr. Stuart, smiling. "She has evidently been spirited away by some other friendly spirits."

The girls laughed as they saw the substantial figure of Miss Sallie Stuart strolling down the piazza. She was walking between two other persons, one a tall, middle-aged man with dark hair slightly tinged with gray, the other a young woman. They were all three talking animatedly.

"Girls, look!" exclaimed Ruth, in suppressed excitement. "Aunt Sallie is with that Maud Warren. You remember we met her at Lenox, Bab, and she tried to ride you down in the famous race. Delightful creature--to keep away from." Ruth gave a contemptuous sniff, then added. "That nice looking man must be her father."

"She looks as haughty as ever, and then some more," said Mollie aggressively.

The girls giggled softly, then straightened their faces for the trio was almost upon them, and it was not safe to indulge in further conversation.

After seeing that his charges were supplied with lemonade, Mr. Stuart had returned to his paper.

"Robert," broke in Miss Sallie's dignified voice, "this is Mr. Warren and his daughter Miss Warren. They----"

But at the first word Mr. Stuart had risen and the two men were enthusiastically shaking hands.

"Why, Warren," exclaimed Mr. Stuart, "I had no idea that you were in this part of the world. The last time I saw you, you were ranching out in Idaho."

"Quite true," replied Mr. Warren, smiling, "but that was ten years ago.

A great many things have happened since then." He sighed and looked out over the blue lake. "Mrs. Warren died the next year," he said slowly.

"Maud and I are alone."

"I am deeply sorry to hear of your great loss," sympathized Mr. Stuart and his fine face saddened. He too had known that loss.

Turning to Maud who had been exchanging rather distant greetings with the four girls, he said pleasantly. "So this is Maud. She was a little girl in short dresses when last I saw her. How these children do grow up."

Maud smiled frigidly and for the fraction of a second allowed her hand to touch that of Mr. Stuart. "One must grow up some time, you know," she murmured.

"I should like to stay eighteen forever," exclaimed Ruth, with enthusiasm.

"Would you indeed?" remarked Maud Warren, raising her eyebrows. "How odd!"

There was a brief silence. The four girls stared straight ahead and tried to control their desire to laugh. During their stay at Lenox the year before the circ.u.mstances of which having been fully told in the "Automobile Girls in the Berks.h.i.+res," they had not been impressed with Maud Warren, on account of her disagreeable and overbearing manner. But the blase air that she now affected, was in their candid eyes extremely ridiculous, and her remark to Ruth had filled them all with unseemly mirth.

Maud Warren, however, serenely unconscious of what was pa.s.sing through their minds, sank into a wicker chair, and deliberately turning her back upon the "Automobile Girls," began a conversation with Miss Sallie.

The "Automobile Girls" dated their organization back to almost two years before, when Barbara Thurston had bravely stopped a runaway team of horses driven by Ruth Stuart, a rich western girl, summering in Kingsbridge, the home town of the Thurstons.

A warm friends.h.i.+p had sprung up between Ruth Stuart, Barbara and Mollie Thurston, that resulted in a journey to Newport in Ruth's red motor car, familiarly known as Mr. A. Bubble. Grace Carter, a Kingsbridge girl, had been asked to complete the quartette of adventurous damsels, while Miss Sallie Stuart, Ruth's aunt had gone along as chaperon.

After a series of remarkable events their trip ended with the capture of a society "cracksman," known to the police as the "Boy Raffles." The "Automobile Girls" then returned to Kingsbridge, where several weeks later, Mr. A. Bubble once more bore them away to the heart of the Berks.h.i.+res. There they spent a delightful month, in a little log cabin, roughing it. In "The Automobile Girls in the Berks.h.i.+res," the story of the little Indian "ghost" that haunted "Lost Man's Trail," and who afterwards turned out to be an Indian princess is charmingly related.

After a winter of hard study, the "Automobile Girls" were again reunited, and in "The Automobile Girls Along the Hudson," their journey through the beautiful Sleepy Hollow Country is narrated. The eventful weeks spent in the ancestral home of Major Ten Eyck, an old friend of Miss Sallie Stuart's, ending with their brave fight to save the beautiful old house from destruction by forest fires, made the "Automobile Girls" stand out as true heroines.

The best work since their initial adventure, however, had been done in Chicago, and the record of it, set down in "The Automobile Girls at Chicago," was not yet three months old. While on a holiday visit to Ruth, at her Chicago home, they had been the guests of the Presbys, relatives of the Stuarts, at their country place "Treasureholme." Owing to imprudent speculation in wheat, both Mr. Stuart and Mr. Presby had become heavily involved and were facing financial ruin. Through the efforts of Barbara Thurston, aided by the other "Automobile Girls" the rich treasure, buried by one of the ancestors, was discovered in time to save the Presby estate.

Before leaving Chicago, Mr. Stuart had promised his daughter and her friends a sojourn at Palm Beach during the month of March. Now the "Automobile Girls" had actually arrived in the "Land of Flowers" eager for any pleasure that sunny Florida might yield them.

The four young girls were unusually quiet as they sat idly looking out over the water. Maud Warren's arrival had cast a chill over them.

It had been an enchanted land, Barbara reflected rather resentfully, now the enchantment was broken.

Ruth sat covertly taking stock of Miss Warren's elaborate white lace gown and wondering why young girls ever insisted on aping so called "society" fas.h.i.+ons. While Mollie and Grace speculated as to how long a call the Warrens were going to make.

Maud, totally oblivious that she had been weighed in the balance by four stern young judges, and found wanting, languidly conversed with Miss Stuart, in her most grown-up manner.

"Have you met the De Lancey Smythes, Miss Stuart?" she drawled. "They are too utterly charming. Mrs. De Lancey Smythe belongs to an old, old Southern family. She is a widow, with one daughter, Marian, a most delightful young woman. It was only through them that I was persuaded to come here."

"Indeed," replied Miss Sallie. "We arrived yesterday. Therefore we have met no one, as yet."

"Of course not," agreed Maud. "You really must meet them!"

"I should be pleased to meet any friends of yours, Miss Warren," replied Miss Stuart courteously.

"By the way, Stuart," said Mr. Warren, "what do you say to a sail in my launch, this afternoon? I should like to entertain some one besides the De Lancey Smythes. They are too fine for me. I am just a plain blunt man, and can't stand too many extra frills. Maud, see to it that you don't invite them. I absolutely refuse to be bothered with them, to-day."

Maud flushed hotly at her father's contemptuous allusion to the De Lancey Smythes. But restraining her feelings she turned to Miss Stuart with a forced attempt at graciousness.