CHAPTER XXVII.
"MY OWN IRENE!"
Irene went up to bed that night in her usual spirits. She longed for themoment when she could, as usual, kiss little Agnes; but she was extratired, for she had passed a stimulating day, and had been on her bestbehavior. She felt quite happy, and wondered if her mother, when herallotted time at the Merrimans' was over, would send her and littleAgnes and Rosamund to another school somewhere else. She liked theexcitement of school-life, and thought that if she could find a homewhere there was no girl like Lucy she would be perfectly happy. Shelittle knew that in all schools there are girls of the Lucy type, whoare not amiable, whose faults are far worse than those of ordinarywildness or even ordinary disobedience. But on this occasion she feltalmost kindly toward Lucy, who nodded to her and said, "You and Agnesmust make the most of yourselves together, for you will miss Rosamund."
"Oh! we'll be quite happy together," said Irene, with a careless nod;and then she went up to her room, opened the door gently, shut itquietly behind her, and shading the candle with one hand, went over tolittle Agnes's bed.
There was no Agnes there. But a huge hedgehog had curled itself up in aball close to the pillow where the little delicate head had beenpressed. Irene was afraid of no living creature, and she recognized thehedgehog at once. She took it up and laid it on the window-sill. Thenshe looked round her. Her face was white as death; her teeth chattered.She suddenly left the room and went straight to Lucy's. She opened thedoor without knocking.
"Lucy!" she said.
"What is it?" said Lucy, who was brushing out her long fair hair.
"Did you put a hedgehog into Agnes's bed?"
"Certainly not," said Lucy.
"Well, some one did as a trick, and the child isn't there."
"The child isn't there? There's only one person who could do that sortof thing, and that is yourself, as you know very well," said Lucy. "Butis the child nowhere in the room?"
"You come and look for her, will you?" said Irene. Her tone and mannerhad completely altered. She was forcing herself to use self-control. HadFuzz and Buzz, and Thunder and Lightning, and the Stars been present atthat moment, there is not the least doubt that Irene would have electedthem to wreak their vengeance on Lucy; but she was keeping herself infor all she was worth at the present moment, for after all even Lucy didnot much matter--it was little Agnes who mattered.
"Here's the hedgehog," said Irene when they entered her bedroom--"agreat big one--and some one had put it into the little one's bed, andshe's not there, and you know how timid she is. Where is she? You know Ididn't do it. Is it likely I'd do it to one I love?"
"Oh! you're a sort of fairy--a changeling," said Lucy. "And you havedone such things to other people. Why shouldn't you do it to her?Anyhow, who else in the house can be accused? Every one knows yourcharacter."
"Never mind about my character now. I know, I am positive, that you areat the bottom of this. But the thing is to find little Agnes. I must goat once to Mrs. Merriman."
"I wonder where she can be?" said Lucy, who had not expected for amoment that little Agnes would disappear. "She must have gone to one ofthe other girls' rooms. We will go to all the others and find out. Ofcourse, I am sorry for you, Irene; but really you went too far when youmade use of a hedgehog--such a horrid, frightening thing."
"I don't want your help. I'll go myself," said Irene.
She pushed past Lucy, and going down the corridor, entered each room.Each girl was asked where little Agnes Frost was. Each girl replied thatshe did not know. It was Phyllis Flower, however, who, in excitement andpallor, started from an uneasy dream.
"Little Agnes?" she said. "But she can't have gone out!"
"It seems to me you know something about this. Will you help me to findher?" said Irene.
Then, all in a minute, for some reason which she could never define,little Phyllis sprang to her feet hastily, put on her clothes, andwithout even glancing at Lucy, took Irene's hand.
"We'll search the house first," she said.
"Then you don't think I did such a cruel thing?" said Irene.
"Oh, don't ask me! I mean--oh, no, no! But I'll help you to find her.I'll do my best--my very best."
The whole house was awakened, and the alarm given. The Professor was notyet in bed. He was very much worried and annoyed. He directly told Irenethat he believed she was guilty of giving her little companion a fright.
"You have done it so often before, you know," he said, "that peoplecertainly do suspect you."
"Suspect me or not as you please," she answered, "but let us find littleAgnes. The night is cold; there is sleet falling outside. It will turnto snow before morning. Where is the child? After all," she continued,speaking more like a grown woman than the wild sort of creature that shehad been a few months ago, "she is under your charge, ProfessorMerriman, and you are bound to do your utmost to find her."
But nowhere in the house--not even in the cellars, which Lucy as a lastresort suggested might possibly be her hiding-place--could little Agnesbe found. At last a regular outdoor search was instituted. Lucy was nowreally frightened, although she would not own this feeling even toherself.
"Silly, tiresome child!" she kept muttering to herself.
As to Irene, not a single word passed her lips. Suddenly, in the midstof the searchers, she was missing. People wondered where she had goneto. Irene had rushed back to her own room, the room where she and littleAgnes had been so happy together. She looked at the little white bedwhere they had lain in each other's arms. All her past, so cruel, sothoughtless, so selfish, was borne in upon her. She dropped on herknees, and in an agony of terror said aloud, "O God, help me to findher, and to be a good girl in future."
Then Irene felt a wonderful sense of calm. She went down again throughthe house. No one noticed her, for every one was in a great state ofalarm. Those girls who were in bed were desired not to get up; but agood many had disobeyed orders, and Miss Archer, Mademoiselle Omont(gesticulating wildly), Professor Merriman, his wife, the servants, andthe older girls were all searching in vain for Agnes. They were callingher name, but no one thought of the bower at the far end of theshrubbery; for what child would be likely to take refuge there?
Irene, however, all of a sudden remembered it. She remembered the nightlong ago when she, a wild little untamed creature, had crept into theroom where Rosamund slept, had forced her to come out with her, and theyhad spent the night together in the bower. She would go there now. Shedid not know what guided her footsteps, but she felt sure some one did.
Now, the shrubbery, a delightful place in warm weather, was damp andcold as ice at this time of the year. The leaves, now falling thicklyfrom the trees, lay sodden on the ground. Sleet continued to fallheavily from the sky. All the seekers were chilled to the very bone, andthe bower, so charming in summer, so perfect a resort, so happy ahiding-place, was now the very essence of desolation. But Irene carednothing for that. She cared nothing for the fact that her thin shoeswere soaked through and through, that her dress hung closely round her,that her hat was bent forward over her eyes. She only wanted to findlittle Agnes, and to have her love again. In the bower Irene did findthe child crouched up in one corner, terrified, an almost unseeingexpression in her eyes. Irene rushed to her with a glad cry.
"My darling! my darling! Oh, my own sweet little darling, come to yourown Irene!"
But Agnes gave a shriek of terror when she saw her.
"No, no! Keep away! It's you who did it! You don't love me! No, no, Iwon't come to you!"
The piercing shrieks that came from the poor little girl's lips broughtthe rest of the party to the scene. When they appeared, ProfessorMerriman holding a lantern, they saw Agnes crouched in the farthestcorner of the bower, her eyes semi-conscious, her face deadly white withterror, while Irene stood a little way off.
"Some one has turned her brain. Take her; do what you can with her,"said Irene; and she walked away, not caring where she went.
They brought little Agnes back,
and of course they sent for the doctor.The doctor stayed all night, for he said the child had received somevery severe and terrible shock. Mrs. Merriman nursed her, and the nextday, as soon as possible, Miss Frost returned.
But neither Miss Frost, nor the doctor, nor any one else could ease theterrors which had laid hold of the brain of little Agnes. She believedMiss Frost to be a sort of magnified Irene. The very name of Irene wasenough to set her screaming again. She called Irene a fairy, achangeling, and nothing could soothe her or comfort her.
At last one day the doctor spoke to Mrs. Merriman.
"The case is quite a serious one," he said. "I cannot imagine what hashappened to the child. You ought to find out who put that hedgehog inher bed. Hedgehogs are quite harmless in their way; but they would givea timid child a very nasty fright, which she evidently got."
"What we fear is that Irene did it. She has done all sorts of tricks ofthat kind before now. You remember how poor Miss Frost went to you on acertain occasion."
"Alas! that is true. But compared to this, her sin against poor MissFrost was innocence itself. Such a timid, gentle, confiding littlecreature as this! And then report says that she was so devoted to Irene,and that Irene was so changed."
Yes, indeed, Irene was changed, and the great change lay now in the factthat she did not say a word or admit her suffering to any one; but satmoody and silent, scarcely attending to her lessons, indifferent to badmarks, without the least vestige of spirit, with no desire to injure anyone. Even Lucy could not provoke a retort from her lips. Whenever shewas allowed to, she stole outside little Agnes's door to listen to hermutterings, and to wonder and wonder if the child was to die.
"If she dies I shall go mad," thought the miserable girl, "for she hasnot only been frightened, but she has been turned against me. Who couldhave done it?"
Miss Frost had returned; Rosamund had also come back (her father wasbetter); but the key to the mystery was still missing. Irene declaredpositively to Rosamund that she had nothing to do with the fright thatlittle Agnes had received; but no one could explain how the hedgehog hadgot into the child's bed. Some one suggested that it had crawled in byitself, but this was repudiated as absolutely impossible. Somebody hadput it there, and no doubt with evil intent. Rosamund thought a gooddeal over the matter. She thought so much that at last she came to acertain conclusion.
Little Agnes still lay between life and death, and death came nearer andnearer to the little, weakened frame each moment and each hour. ThenRosamund determined to take the doctor into her confidence. She waylaidhim as he came downstairs.
"Dr. Marshall," she said, "may I speak to you for a minute?"
"Certainly, Miss Cunliffe," he replied.
Rosamund took him into one of the sitting-rooms. She closed the doorbehind them and bolted it.
"Why do you do that?" he said.
"Because I am not sure of things. I want to take you into my confidence,and I don't want any one to hear."
"Well, Miss Cunliffe, you must be brief."
"First of all, may I ask you what you think of little Agnes? Is she indanger?"
"Undoubtedly she is in danger."
"Is she so much in danger that she is likely to die?"
"Unless she gets better soon, unless the strange pressure on her brainis removed, she will die," said the doctor. "The shock has been muchmore severe than any one could have believed possible, even from such anugly thing occurring. But, be that as it may, she is in extreme dangerof her life."
"Thank you," said Rosamund.
"Then you don't want to say anything more?"
"I don't think I do."
"I will come in again to-night. The child's case is interesting. She isa dear little creature."
The doctor went away, and Rosamund entered the schoolroom. The girlswere trying to perform their usual tasks. Irene was bending over ahistory-book. There was such a sadness now pervading the house, such anecessary stillness, that all life seemed to have gone out of it. Thewintry weather continued, and it was as gloomy outside as in. MissArcher was in vain explaining a rather interesting point in Englishhistory, to which no one was attending much, when Rosamund entered theroom. All the girls seemed to feel that she had news.
She had. She marched up to the top of the room and stood there. Ireneonly raised her head; but Lucy, who was pale and had black shadows underher eyes, and Phyllis Flower, who had certainly looked far from well forthe last fortnight, glanced at her with considerable interest.
"I have something to say," said Rosamund.
There was a dead silence for a moment; then Miss Archer said, "I amgiving my history lecture, my dear."
"You will postpone it, for life--human life--is more precious than factsin old history," said Rosamund.
"Certainly, my dear," said Miss Archer in quite a meek voice; and shesat down and prepared to listen with as much interest as the others.
"It is this," said Rosamund. "Little Agnes Frost--I have just seen thedoctor--is most dangerously ill." Phyllis Flower gave a gasp. "I won'tgo into the particulars of her illness; but the doctor says that unlessa certain load of terror can be immediately removed from her mind shewill die. Yes, she will die. Now, girls, it is quite plain to me, as itis doubtless to all of you, that a most cruel practical joke was playedon little Agnes. Some people can stand practical jokes; some peoplecannot. But those who are cruel enough to exercise them upon littlechildren are really too contemptible even to be spoken about. I wishthis girl or that girl joy who knows that she may be the cause of thedeath of so sweet a child as Agnes Frost."
Irene lifted a face of agony. She struggled to speak, but no words came.
"You most of you think," continued Rosamund, who had watched Irene, andsaw the look on her face, "that my friend Irene Ashleigh is the guiltyperson; but I am quite as certain as I am standing here that she is not.I have watched Irene for some time; and although she did all kinds ofnaughty things--very naughty things--months ago, she has abstained fromanything of the kind for some time. In short, I believe her to beinnocent, and I am going to ask her a direct question to that effect.Now, I shall believe her word, for with all her sins she never told alie yet. Irene, were you the cause of Agnes Frost's terrible shock?"
"I was not," said Irene stoutly. She stood up as she spoke, and Rosamundwent up and took her hand.
"Then some one else has done it. I believe Irene's word."
"And so do I," said Laura Everett.
"And so do I," said Annie Millar.
"And I also," exclaimed Agnes Sparkes.
But Phyllis Flower and Lucy Merriman were silent.
"Phyllis, what is your opinion?" said Rosamund suddenly. "Don't hesitatenow. If you or any one else in this school has been tempted to commit adastardly and wicked deed, don't let the thought that you may havecaused a child to die rest on your conscience for all your days. Youwill be miserable. Had you or had you not anything to do with the frightwhich little Agnes received?"
"Oh!" said Phyllis; and she suddenly left her seat and fell on herknees. She covered her face with her hands; she swayed backwards andforwards. "Oh, I know--I know! I can't help myself. I did it."
"You did it--you?" said Rosamund sternly.
"Phyllis!" cried Lucy.
"Phyllis, you must speak up. The child's life is at stake. You mustspeak out and tell the truth."
"Then I will," said Lucy in a defiant tone. "I didn't know you were sucha coward, Phyllis."
"Yes, I was a coward," said Phyllis. "I will tell my part of it. I didwant a week in London, and I was tempted, and I put the hedgehog intoAgnes's bed."
"You yourself did that? You did that yourself--alone?"
"That is all I am going to tell."
"Then I will tell the rest," exclaimed Lucy. "I made her do it. I wasjealous of you, Rosamund, and I always hated you, and I was even morejealous of that horrid Irene and her love for Agnes. I only thought thatI would punish her and you by taking Agnes away from her, and I think Ihave succeeded; but I never thought
it would make Agnes ill. I am very,very, very sorry for that;" and, to the surprise of everybody, Lucy, theproud, the haughty, the reserved, burst into tears.
No one took much notice of her tears, for all eyes were fixed on Ireneand the strange look which was filling her face. After a pause she wentstraight up to Lucy and took her hand.
"Lucy, will you come with me upstairs?"
"What do you want me to do?" said Lucy, in great astonishment.
"I want you to come with me, that is all."
"But why?"
"If you are at all sorry, will you come? There isn't a minute to lose."
"Yes, go with her--go for heaven's sake!" said Rosamund; and Lucy foundherself going.
They went up the softly carpeted stairs and down the silent corridor,and then the two girls paused before a door which was partly ajar. Theroom was darkened, and Miss Frost was sitting by a little bed, and alittle voice kept on crying suddenly, "Oh, there never was any Irene,there never was any Irene, and I loved her so! I loved her so! But shewas a fairy, and the fairies took her back again, and--and--oh, I wantto die! I want to die!"
The little hot hands were stretched outside the bedclothes, thebeautiful dark eyes were open wide, and just at that moment Irene, verypale, still holding Lucy's hand, entered the room. Miss Frost stood upin speechless horror.
"Do sit down again, Miss Frost," said Irene; and she went straight up tolittle Agnes, who, to the astonishment of every one, no longer shrankfrom her, but, on the contrary, allowed her to hold one of her hands.Irene then turned to Lucy.
"Lucy," she said, "speak the truth now this minute, and I will forgiveyou."
"It was I who did it," said Lucy. "Go to sleep, and forget all about it.Irene isn't a changeling at all, and she never had anything to do withthe fairies. I was jealous because you loved her and only her, and Iwanted you to hate her, and I got Phyllis Flower to help me, and we putthe hedgehog into your bed; but we didn't guess--we couldn'tguess--that it would make you so ill."
Little Agnes looked with wide eyes at the speaker.
"Go away now," said Irene. "I think she understands. You go away also,Frosty. Please, please go!"
Miss Frost and Lucy found themselves impelled to leave the room, whileIrene lay down on the bed beside the little girl, and taking both herhands, held them fast and whispered softly in the little ear:
"I am no changeling, but your own Irene, and I would rather die thaninjure one hair of your head. Come close, darling; come close. It wasn'tI, but another, and I am no changeling."
"Oh, my own Irene! My own, own Irene!" whispered the little voice; andthen it grew fainter, and there came a smile on the tiny face, and in afew minutes' time the tired bright eyes closed, and the child slept.
When the doctor came that evening little Agnes was still sleeping, andIrene was still holding her hands. The fever was going down moment bymoment. The doctor came in and said "Hush!" and whispered to Irene thatshe must on no account stir. She must be close to little Agnes, when shewoke, and he himself would stay in the room, for the child would be veryweak; but doubtless the fever would have left her. He was much puzzledto account for the change; but Rosamund was the one to enlighten him.She just told him that some very mischievous girls had played a trick,but she mentioned no names. For Lucy seemed really broken-hearted; andas to Phyllis Flower, she had cried so hard that her eyes were scarcelyvisible.
About midnight little Agnes woke in her right mind. She saw Irene, andlifting a tiny white hand, she stroked her cheek.
"I have had a very bad dream; but I don't seem to remember anything,"she said.
"Only that you are with me," said Irene; "and you will be with me all mylife--won't you, little darling?"
By slow degrees little Agnes got well, and when she was well enough sheand Irene and Rosamund left the school; and from that day, as far as Ican tell, Irene has been a changed character: thoughtful thoughspirited, beautiful, talented, but with much consideration for others,and the comfort and joy of her mother's heart. But the one she lovesbest on earth is the one whom she calls her own little Agnes.
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THE BOY ALLIES UNDER THE STARS AND STRIPES; or, Leading the American Troops to the Firing Line.
THE BOY ALLIES WITH HAIG IN FLANDERS; or, The Fighting Canadians of Vimy Ridge.
THE BOY ALLIES WITH PERSHING IN FRANCE; or, Over the Top at Chateau Thierry.
THE BOY ALLIES WITH THE GREAT ADVANCE; or, Driving the Enemy Through France and Belgium.
THE BOY ALLIES WITH MARSHAL FOCH; or, The Closing Days of the Great World War.
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