Mimi dropped her packages and ran for the office. She almost fell over a workman who was busy replacing the glass she had shattered last night.
“You have a cablegram for me?” she asked Dr. Barnes’ secretary.
“One has come for you, but Dr. Barnes has it. He is out now. He said tell you no one was ill and for you not to be frightened. That it was about a matter you and he had discussed privately1. That is why he wished to deliver the message; he wants to talk to you.”
“Shall I wait?”
“I wouldn’t. Dr. Barnes is with the college seniors. In spite of all that has happened, we hope to carry through our Commencement as planned. He is in the chapel2 watching the rehearsal3 for Baccalaureate tomorrow. Come back by.”
“How long?”
“I’d say thirty minutes, but your guess is as good as mine.”
“Coming back next year?” the secretary asked Mimi. She had completed reservations for three girls since Mimi had been waiting.
“Not next year. I can’t. I don’t graduate. I’m just a second year Prep.” Not because she wanted to be impudent5 but because she was on the verge6 of exploding she added: “If Dr. Barnes doesn’t come in pretty soon I won’t be in any school. I’ll be ‘dead and buried behind the old church door.’”
“Don’t you have something you could be doing?”
“No ma’am.”
That wasn’t quite true but near enough.
“Here, then, fold these programs. That’s right. Like this one on top that I folded.”
Being busy helped but at every footstep in the hall she jerked upright and craned her neck. She folded feverishly7 and had done a pile as high as the big dictionary on the library desk when Dr. Barnes arrived.
“Well, well. How are you, Miss Mimi? I was distressed8 for fear you would be ill after so much excitement last night, or I should say this morning early.”
“I am fine, thank you, sir.”
Please, Dr. Barnes. Please! Hurry!
“You were a brave girl, Miss Mimi. Now I hope that this news will not prove too much excitement for you, coming as it does right on top of the fire.”
He had the message in his hand. If he didn’t read it or let her have it at once, she would have to jerk it from him. Slower than a snail9, a sloth10, molasses in January—slower than all the slow things in the world put together, Dr. Barnes adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.
“The message is from your father in Leipzig. But here—you may read it for yourself.”
Her breath bated, her eyes dancing, Mimi took the paper.
“PATIENT PROVED TO BE YOUR FRITZ. FULL DEATH-BED CONFESSION11. I KNOW WHO CHLOE IS. FINE FAMILY NOW DECEASED. KEEP SECRET. MOTHER AND JUNIOR DOCK JUNE FIFTH. LOVE DADDY.”
Chloe was somebody! As if she hadn’t known! “Mother and Junior are coming home! Oh, D-d-doctor Barnes!”
“There, there, child,” He rose from his desk and came around and patted her head. What a dear he was! “I was afraid it would be too much for one little girl to save her schoolmates from fire and to solve a mystery all in one short day’s span.”
“That smoke nearly p-p-put my eyes out—I’m all right.”
“You certainly are. You are one of our finest girls. Shall we send for Chloe and let her hear the things I have to say?”
“Please, sir.”
Dr. Barnes picked up his telephone and asked that Chloe be sent down.
“Dr. Barnes, Betsy and Sue know that Chloe is adopted and that she was kidnaped. They are the only other girls in school who do. They will be so happy to know who Chloe is, could we send for them, too? I’d rather they knew it all now and get it correctly than have to tell them later—because I would tell them—and maybe, get it twisted. Chloe wouldn’t care.”
“Perhaps you are right, Mimi.”
He lifted the receiver again. As it clicked back in place, his secretary entered.
“Excuse me, Dr. Barnes. Miss Marcia Madison is here and I thought you would wish to see her at once.”
“By all means. Invite her in.”
He moved toward the door to welcome her. Mimi’s eyes followed his every move.
Mimi had not pictured her like this. The few snapshots Chloe had showed her were very misleading. Aunt Marcia was attractive! She was tall, erect12, stately. Mimi liked her tailored sheer navy blue ensemble13. She wore her clothes with that air of assurance well-groomed people have. She was so much more alive and animated14 than Mimi had expected. Her voice, as she talked to Dr. Barnes, was low and refined. Only her face showed that she had known great sorrow and loneliness.
“George! It’s lovely to see you! You look quite fit I was afraid this terrible fire would have you dreadfully upset and you’d have no time for visitors.”
“You look charming yourself, Marcia. You timed your arrival perfectly15. I have sent for your niece. She will be here any moment.”
It’s like a play Mimi thought. All the characters rushing on for the finale.
“Since I wrote asking your permission to send Dr. Hammond certain information, many things have developed. If you will read this,”—he held out the cablegram—“you will be prepared for what is coming.”
She had barely skimmed it when Chloe, Sue and Betsy entered.
“You funny little tramps!”
Aunt Marcia was laughing at their borrowed clothes. She kissed her own little tramp and hugged the others in turn, Sue first because she knew her. Mimi, who had risen from her chair and stood quietly by it ever since Aunt Marcia entered, went over for her hug, too.
“Chloe!” Mimi burst out. “Daddy did it! He has found out who you are! He found the kidnaper!”
“Who—am—I?”
Chloe’s dark eyes burned with questions. Her face went white with fear, then flushed red with hope. A Mother? A Daddy like the other girls!
“Your mother and father are dead, and as far as we know you have no brothers or sisters; but Daddy says you are from a fine old family!—And girls! My very own Mother Dear and Junior are coming home! They’ll dock June fifth.”
Strange, how even grown people stood back and let Mimi do all the talking. But she put her whole heart and soul into every word she spoke17 and that made people like to hear her.
“My—parents—dead! Then I’ve waited too long to find them? Oh, Mimi—oh, Aunt Marcia——!”
“You still have me, dear!”
Aunt Marcia crushed the forlorn little girl in her arms—this beautiful girl who this morning in her ill-fitting clothes looked much more like a neglected little orphan18 than that day when Aunt Marcia had taken her from the Home. Aunt Marcia’s white kid gloves, the white gardenias19, her white purse, none of the fresh white accessories which set off her navy ensemble, mattered. She held Chloe tightly. She would never let her go. Next year she would not even let her go away to school. They would be great chums. She had never realized before that this beautiful girl was as love starved and lonely as she herself. She would make up to her for all the happy family life each had missed.
Every one in the room felt what Aunt Marcia was thinking. Betsy and Sue had their eyes fixed20 on their toes.
Dr. Barnes lifted his gentle eyes as if he were praying. A tear rolled from beneath his glasses and he made no move to wipe it away. Mimi had no words left. She felt the way she did at church during Communion service, small and helpless as a mere21 speck22 of a speck and yet large as the great universal spirit of love. Such moments caught and held her. From them, each time, the magic trail of beauty unfolded anew and led into a happier world.
Her own Daddy had brought about this never-to-be-forgotten moment. She took no thought of the part she had played in the solution of the crime. Her Daddy! And with the next thought the tension broke. Mother and Junior coming home when she hadn’t had the faintest idea they’d be back before fall. Here came the tears! The spell was broken.
“We all do that, Mimi. Tears are our safety valve.”
Mimi turned to him as he spoke and saw Dr. Barnes take the white handkerchief from his coat pocket and wipe under his glasses.
“Shall we sit down? We still have much to say to each other.”
Sue and Betsy squeezed into one chair. Aunt Marcia sat across the desk from Dr. Barnes and, although Aunt Marcia knew “young ladies” instructed by Mrs. Cole did not sit on the arms of chairs, she pulled Chloe down on the arm of hers. After Dr. Barnes decided24 that Mimi intended to remain standing25, he seated himself.
Sit down? Not to save her life.
“Shall I begin with my first letter to Daddy?” Mimi asked Dr. Barnes.
“No—contrary to my first idea, I think I shall begin this story. I forget that you girls, and Chloe herself, do not know many things I do.”
All eyes focused on Dr. Barnes.
“More years ago than I care to count, but it was a year or two before most of you girls were born, I did the hardest thing I have had to do in my entire life. My superior officer, Captain Bill Harrison, who was my friend as well as commander, lay mortally wounded in a shell hole in no man’s land—Marcia, please excuse me if this is difficult for you but I want these girls to know you as I do—I had dragged him there during a lull27 in the bombing. Both of us were wounded; I slightly, Bill fatally. ‘I’m going on—old man,’ he gasped28. From the light of a rocket which flared29 above us I could see his agony and knew that he was telling the truth. He was trying to take something out of his pocket but he was too weak. I unbuttoned his stained uniform and drew out a picture of Marcia.” Dr. Barnes reached across the desk and patted Aunt Marcia’s gloved hand. She had a far away look in her eyes but she was erect and smiling faintly. “I held it up before his clouded eyes—‘Darling—See her Barney—and tell—her—I love——’ But he had gone on before he finished. A year later I brought his effects and message home to a gallant30 lady.”
Dr. Barnes had to wait for his throat to relax before he continued.
“Another year passed swiftly and that same lady, still gallant and smiling, came to me for advice. She was lonely she said. Knowing that she would never marry because all of that kind of love she had to give was buried in Flanders, she discussed with me her idea of adopting a daughter.
“I was with Marcia when she selected Clorissa from the fifty children subject to adoption31. You were a lovely little thing, Chloe, and that was not your name at all. Your Aunt Marcia renamed you and gave you her own last name of Madison. You held out your tiny arms and ran out from the line of children as if you were expecting a beautiful lady to take you in her arms. When you were nearer, however, you stopped and hung your head, but you had touched Marcia’s heart. She wanted none of the children so much as you. The record showed that you had been left inside of the wall of the home and, when found by a nurse, you were leaning against a tree sobbing32. There was a note tied to your wrist stating that your father had been deported33 and that your Aunt would come someday from the old country to claim you. This story was credited and recorded, but two years had passed and no word had come so you were placed on the list for adoption. These are the things I wrote your father, Mimi.”
Not even Mimi spoke.
Dr. Barnes had woven a spell over his hearers. Chloe, although she strained forward and clenched34 her hand on Aunt Marcia’s arm tighter, uttered no word. It was as if she were listening to a gripping story about some one else.
“Shall I begin now?”
“My story will be brief,” Mimi began. “I wrote my Daddy the little Chloe had told me. Daddy answered sympathetically but figured there was nothing he could do. Then a most peculiar36 thing occurred. Daddy was called to see a sick man in the slums of Leipzig. At first he was merely another patient, a big fellow who was slowly dying of an incurable37 malady38. The second time Daddy was called the man was delirious—he muttered and cursed some one called Freida. At the name Freida something inside Daddy clicked. He knew the man had lived in the United States. When he rolled up the man’s ragged26 sleeves to give him a hypodermic to quiet his raving39, he saw the man’s arms were tattooed40! That in itself was not unusual but it dovetailed perfectly with what Chloe had told me. Daddy asked the man’s friends a few questions. When he got home he wrote me for more details. In the meantime Chloe described the tattooed pictures. One day Daddy dropped by to see the man and he was gone. When my letter arrived, he searched high and low for him and could not find him. The name had been fictitious41.
“The next time Daddy was called the man whom we now know was Fritz must have been dying. By reading the cablegram, we know Daddy somehow managed to use the little knowledge he had, plus his hunch42 that the man was guilty, and by playing the great American game of bluff43, pulled a confession from him.”
“You told me your Daddy was the best doctor in the world, not the greatest detective,” Betsy said.
“He’s both!”
“He’s made me very happy,” Chloe declared softly. Her head had dropped to Aunt Marcia’s shoulder.
“No happier than I,” Aunt Marcia added. “Regardless of who your parents were, you are my girl and I love you. Now—no one can take you away from me.”
Aunt Marcia has suffered fears, too.
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