The Nowadays Girls in the Adirondacks or, The deserted bungalow on Saranac Lake
little refreshment room. A group of young men, who had been telling
their companions what wonderful dancers our friends were, came fairly
swarming up to claim partners. Among them was young Tupson, and there
was an eager look on his face.
"I say, Miss Harrow!" he began, catching sight of Alice in spite of
her effort to draw back, "whose ring was lost? Not yours, I hope? Not
that one with the green stone?"
"Yes, that's the one," she answered. She almost hated herself for the
ugly suspicion that came unbidden into her mind.
"Why, I saw that on your finger just before we danced the last encore,"
he said. "I'm sure you had it on then."
"Yes, I know I had it," Alice said, "but now it's gone."
"Oh, I say now, that's too bad! We fellows will help you look for it. I
say Watson, Craig--let's organise a searching party!"
"We can look while we're dancing; can't we?" suggested the youth who
had been whirling about with Rose. He liked her style and was anxious
for another turn on the excellent floor.
"It will be best to look when the dancers are off," said Sylvia.
"Besides, the ring might be stepped on, and how hard are emeralds,
anyhow?" she asked, generally. "Are they as hard as diamonds, so they
can be stepped on with impunity?"
"Oh, I shouldn't want my ring stepped on!" gasped Alice.
"I should say _not_!" chimed in Tupson. His was not a personality that
attracted any of the girls. It was what, slangily, might be called
"fresh," yet he seemed anxious to do all he could, and he totally
ignored the suspicion that might have attached to him, since he,
admittedly, was the last one to be with Alice before the ring was
missed.
"I'll tell you what we ought to do, fellows," he went on. "Ask every
one to get off the floor for a while--the dancers, musicians, servants,
every one. Then we'll organise a committee, get brooms and sweep the
place. That ought to find the ring if it's here."
"That's the idea!" declared his friend Watson.
"It would be most excellent, I think," said Mrs. Brownley. "If it can
be done----"
"I'll see to it," went on Tupson, who seemed to have plenty of
assurance. He hurried over to the proprietor, talked with him a few
minutes, and the latter made another announcement. The floor was to be
cleared to allow a search for the ring, in order that it might not be
stepped on.
A little later the corps of young fellows, armed with brooms, were
carefully going over the dancing-floor, while, from the porch outside,
and from adjoining rooms and halls, the dancers watched.
But the ring was not found, and Alice had much ado to keep from falling
the tears that brimmed into her eyes. The dance was resumed, though a
little spirit of depression seemed to have settled over it.
"Aren't you going out again?" asked Rose of Alice, when the former came
to a chair to rest after a rather strenuous fox trot.
"I wasn't--no--yes, I am, too! I'm going to be game! I'm not going
to let them see that I care. After all, it isn't so much the value
of the ring, as the associations connected with it. Mamma will feel
dreadfully, of course, but father couldn't bear emeralds. I loved it,
though, it was so quaint, and----"
"It matched your hand so well," added Hazel.
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of that," Alice said.
And she did go out again and dance, not heeding the many eyes that
followed her, for it was whispered about that she was the owner of the
lost ring, and its value mounted by hundreds (in gossipy dollars) until
it was said to be worth a king's ransom.
Furtive looks were cast at the dancing-floor the rest of the evening,
but the emerald was not discovered, and Alice was again rather in the
"dumps" when she and her girl chums went to their rooms.
"Well, there's one thing sure," decided Sylvia, "we won't go on with
our trip to-morrow. I'll cancel that order for canoes and guide-boats.
We'll stay here a few days."
"Why?" asked Rose.
"Until we see if we can't find Alice's ring," was the answer. "It may
come back in some mysterious way. Jewels lost in hotels have a way of
doing that if you make fuss enough over them."
"I was going to say that I would like to stay over," remarked Alice,
"but I didn't like to propose it, and keep you all back."
"It will not be any great hardship," Sylvia said. "It is lovely here,
as it is all over the Adirondacks, and we can play golf and canoe here
for a day or so, and have all the fun possible. I'll just tell the men
we engaged that we have postponed our trip for a week, perhaps less."
"I'm so sorry," began Alice.
"You needn't be," Hazel declared. "This is a lovely dancing-floor."
"And there is a nice golf course not far away," Rose added. "I can keep
up my game."
"Stay, by all means," agreed Mrs. Brownley. "You are out for pleasure,
and half of that consists in doing things when you want to, not when
you have to. And I do hope you find your ring, Alice."
The girls were sitting in the private parlour, with which their
rooms were all connected, hair down, in comfortable dressing-gowns,
discussing a thousand and one things just before retiring for the
night, when there came a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" asked Mrs. Brownley.
"The chambermaid. The lost ring has been found!" was the reply.
Electrified, the girls fairly jumped to their feet.
"My ring found? Where? Oh, where is it?" Alice cried.
"The proprietor has it down in the office," came from the voice on the
other side of the door.
"Oh--I----" Alice began.
"I'll get it," said the chaperon. She had not yet made herself
"comfortable," and was soon following the maid down to the main office.
There a much-relieved proprietor exhibited the wonderful emerald ring.
"Yes, that is it," Mrs. Brownley said, for she knew Alice's jewel well.
"Who had it?"
"No one, Mrs. Brownley. That is, the one who had it didn't know he had
it," and the hotel man smiled.
"What do you mean, sir?" and the Southern lady rather drew herself up
in wounded dignity.
"Why, it was this way. The young fellow with whom Miss Harrow was
dancing wore his trousers turned up at the bottom, in a style the young
men affect nowadays. Well, it seems the ring was found in the folded-up
part of his trousers. It fell out on the floor when he went to his
room, and he brought it here at once."
"Why, isn't that remarkable!" exclaimed Mrs. Brownley. "I have heard of
such things, but have never experienced them. But we are very glad to
get back the ring."
"And I'm glad you have it," the hotel man agreed. "I'll sleep better
to-night."
Mrs. Brownley hurried back to the girls, who were anxiously waiting for
her, the ring and the explanation.
"Did you ever!" exclaimed Rose.
"How interesting!" was Hazel's contribution.
"Just like a story or a play," added Sylvia.
"I don't care how or what it was, as long as I have my ring back!"
Alice said. "And I can very well understand how it happened. The ring
slipped from my finger and lodged in the gaping, upturned fold of his
trousers. It is lucky it didn't fall to the floor, to be stepped on.
Oh, I'm _so_ glad you came back to me!" and she kissed the green stone
before she slipped the golden circlet onto her slim finger.
"Well, don't lose it again, please," begged Aunt Theodora.
"I won't wear it while we're up here in the woods," Alice promised.
Young Tupper sought the earliest opportunity next morning to speak to
Alice. He described how he had found the ring.
"And I say!" he exclaimed, boyishly, eagerly, "I hope you don't think I
did it on purpose?"
"On purpose?" echoed Alice, her cheeks getting warm under his gaze.
"Yes, for a joke, you know."
"Oh, certainly not!" and Alice gave unnecessary emphasis to the words.
"Then you'll forgive me?"
"Of course! There's really nothing to forgive."
"Well, I'm glad of that. I say now, I hear you girls are to stay here
for some time longer."
"Well, we were going to, on account of my lost ring, but now it has
been found----"
"Oh, don't say that, or I'll be sorry I gave it back to you," he
laughed. "But I saw some of the guides, and they told me the men you
had engaged to take you through Fulton Chain had been disengaged, and
had taken another party up. So that meant you would stay, and----"
"I'm not at all sure what we shall do," said Alice, evasively. She
wished some of her chums would come along, but Tupson had her alone in
one corner of the big veranda.
"Well, if you do stay, even to-day, won't you let me take you out in my
canoe?" he pleaded. "I have a large one. It's perfectly safe."
"I--I'll see," Alice gasped. "Oh, Sylvia!" she called, pretending she
had seen her chum at the hall entrance, and she fled with a rustle of
skirts.
There was a little conference of the Nowadays Girls that morning.
Sylvia had carried out her half-formed plan of the night before, and
dismissed the boatmen for an indefinite time. So the travellers decided
to remain at least a few days at Old Forge, and see the surrounding
country.
"Then there's no reason why Alice can't have her canoe ride," said
Hazel. "We all know how she is pining for one."
"Baby, if you----!" began the annoyed one.
"Oh, well, I don't mind admitting that I have an invitation also,"
drawled Hazel. "Now let's hear from the others."
It developed that each girl had been asked by her dancing partner of
the night before to come for a canoe ride on the first of the six lakes
that morning, and, with Mrs. Brownley's consent, they prepared to go.
It was a glorious day, and when the girls were comfortably seated in
the much-cushioned canoes, afloat on the blue waters of the lake, with
the forests and low mountains stretching off on either side, it seemed
that they had begun to spend a most ideal vacation.
The canoeists were to keep together in a little flotilla, and proceed
up First Lake for a short distance, go ashore and have a little lunch.
"Am I completely forgiven?" asked Tupson, of Alice, as he poised his
dripping paddle.
"Of course," she said, a trifle coldly. She did not want to encourage
him too much, even though he was a good dancer.
The little party indulged in quips and merry jests, shooting them back
and forth from canoe to canoe, as they advanced. They were skirting the
wooded shore when Sylvia proposed that they cross to the other side,
where she had been told there was a spring of refreshing water.
Headed by the canoe in which were Alice and young Tupson, the little
flotilla was paddling diagonally across the body of water, when there
came down it a big canoe, propelled by a number of young men, who
seemed to be training for some aquatic event. The water bubbled and
boiled at the bow of their craft.
"Look out for them!" called the youth with Sylvia. "They are regular
speed-maniacs!"
"Give them plenty of room," urged Hazel.
Just as the big canoe came opposite that containing Tupson and Alice,
one of the paddles in the racing boat broke. The youth who had been
wielding it pitched forward. The canoe slewed to one side, and shooting
off its course, headed straight for the craft in which sat Alice.
"Look out!" cried many voices.
Tupson tried desperately to do so, but there was not time.
An instant later his canoe tipped over, spilling both him and Alice
into the lake.
CHAPTER VIII
THE GOLF BALL
"Girl overboard!"
"Man overboard!"
"Back water there! Around with the boat!"
Thus came the cries from the big racing canoe. If the young men in
it, through their eager desire for speed, had been the cause of the
accident, they were at least willing and ready to do all they could to
remedy it.
And they were in the best position for so doing, since they were
nearest the scene. Their big craft glided to the spot where the canoe