MISS McCOY, of Texas, had been subjected to the softening1 influences of St. Ursula's School for three years, without any perceptible result. She was the toughest little tomboy that was ever received—and retained—in a respectable-boarding-school.
"Margarite" was the name her parents had chosen, when the itinerant2 bishop3 made his quarterly visit to the mining-camp where she happened to be born. It was the name still used by her teachers, and on the written reports that were mailed monthly to her Texas guardian4. But "Kid" was the more appropriate name that the cowboys on the[230] ranch5 had given her; and "Kid" she remained at St. Ursula's, in spite of the distressed6 expostulation of the ladies in charge.
Kid's childhood had been picturesque7 to a degree rarely found outside the pages of a Nick Carter novel. She had possessed8 an adventurous9 father, who drifted from mining-camp to mining-camp, making fortunes and losing them. She had cut her teeth on a poker10 chip, and drunk her milk from a champagne11 glass. Her father had died—quite opportunely—while his latest fortune was at its height, and had left his little daughter to the guardianship12 of an English friend who lived in Texas. The next three turbulent years of her life were spent on a cattle range with "Guardie," and the ensuing three in the quiet confines of St. Ursula's.
The guardian had brought her himself, and after an earnest conference with the Dowager, had left her behind to be molded by the culture of the East. But so far, the culture of the East had left her untouched. If any molding had taken place, it was Kid herself who shaped the clay.[231]
Her spicy13 reminiscences of mining-camps and cattle ranches14 made all permissible15 works of fiction tame. She had given the French dancing master, who was teaching them a polite version of a Spanish waltz, an exposition of the real thing, as practised by the Mexican cow-punchers on her guardian's ranch. It was a performance that left him sympathetically breathless. The English riding master, who came weekly in the spring and autumn, to teach the girls a correct trot16, had received a lesson in bareback riding that caused the dazed query17:
"Was the young lady trained in a circus?"
The Kid was noisy and slangy and romping18 and boisterous19; her way was beset20 with reproofs21 and demerits and minor22 punishments, but she had never yet been guilty of any actual felony. For three years, however, St. Ursula's had been holding its breath waiting for the crash. Miss McCoy, from her very nature, was bound to give them a sensation sometime.
Rosalie Patton was the Kid's latest room-mate—- she wore her room-mates out as fast as she did her shoes. Rosalie was a lovable little soul, the essence of everything feminine. The Dowager had put the two together, in the hope that Rosalie's gentle example might calm the Kid's tempestuous24 mood. But so far, the Kid was in her usual spirits, while Rosalie was looking worn.
Then the change came.
"What do you think?" she cried. "Kid McCoy says she's going to be a lady!"
"A what?" Patty emerged from the bath towel with which she had been polishing her face.
"A lady. She's sitting down now, running pale blue baby ribbon through the embroidery27 in her night gown."
"What's happened to her?" was Patty's question.
"She's been reading a book that Mae Mertelle brought back."
Rosalie settled herself, Turk fashion, on[233] the window seat, disposed the folds of her pink kimono in graceful28 billows about her knees, and allowed two braids of curly yellow hair to hang picturesquely29 over her shoulders. She was ready for bed and could extend her call until the last stroke of the "Lights-out" bell.
"What kind of a book?" asked Patty with a slightly perfunctory note in her voice.
Rosalie was apt to burst into one's room with a startling announcement and then, having engaged everybody's attention, settle down to an endless, meandering30 recital31 sprinkled with anti-climaxes.
"It's about a sweet young English girl whose father owned a tea estate in Asia—or maybe Africa. But anyway, where it was hot, and there were a lot of natives and snakes and centipedes. Her mother died and she was sent back home to boarding-school when she was a tiny little thing. Her father was quite bad. He drank and swore and smoked. The only thing that kept him from being awfully32 bad, was the thought of[234] his sweet little golden-haired daughter in England."
"Well, what of it?" Patty inquired, politely suppressing a yawn. Rosalie had a way of trailing off into golden-haired sentiment if one didn't haul her up sharp.
"Just wait! I'm coming to it. When she was seventeen she went back to India to take care of her father, but almost right off he got a sunstroke and died. And in his death-bed he entrusted33 Rosamond—that was her name—to his best friend to finish bringing up. So when Rosamond went to live with her guardian, and took charge of his bungalow34 and made it beautiful and homelike and comfortable—she wouldn't let him drink or smoke or swear any more. And as he looked back over the past—"
"He was eaten with remorse35 at the thought of the wasted years," Patty glibly36 supplied, "and wished that he had lived so as to be more worthy37 of the sweet, womanly influence that had come into his wicked life."
"You've read it!" said Rosalie.
"Not that I know of," said Patty.[235]
"Anyway," said Rosalie, with an air of challenge, "they fell in love and were married—"
"And her father and mother, looking down from heaven, smiled a blessing38 on the dear little daughter who had brought so much happiness to a lonely heart?"
"Um—yes," agreed Rosalie, doubtfully.
There was no amount of sentiment that she would not swallow, but she knew from mortifying39 experience that Patty was not equally voracious40.
"Why, don't you see?" Rosalie's violet eyes were big with interest. "It's exactly Kid's own story! I realized it the minute I saw the book, and I had the awfulest time making her read it. She made fun of it at first, but after she'd really got into it, she appreciated the resemblance. She says now it was the Hand of Fate."
"Kid's story? What are you talking[236] about?" Patty was commencing to be interested.
"Kid has a wicked English guardian just like the Rosamond in the book. Anyway, he's English, and she thinks probably he's wicked. Most ranchmen are. He lives all alone with only cow-punchers for companions, and he needs a sweet womanly influence in his home. So Kid's decided42 to be a lady, and go back and marry Guardie, and make him happy for the rest of his life."
Patty laid herself on the bed and rolled in glee. Rosalie rose and regarded her with a touch of asperity43.
"I don't see anything so funny—I think it's very romantic."
"Kid exerting a sweet womanly influence!" Patty gurgled. "She can't even pretend she's a lady for an hour. If you think she can stay one—"
"Love," pronounced Rosalie, "has accomplished44 greater wonders than that—you wait and see."
And the school did see. Kid McCoy's reformation became the sensation of the year.[237] The teachers attributed the felicitous45 change in her deportment to the good influence of Rosalie, and though they were extremely relieved, they did not expect it to last. But week followed week, and it did last.
Kid McCoy no longer answered to "Kid." She requested her friends to call her "Margarite." She dropped slang and learned to embroider26; she sat through European Travel and Art History nights with clasped hands and a sweetly pensive46 air, where she used to drive her neighbors wild by a solid hour of squirming. Voluntarily, she set herself to practising scales. The reason she confided47 to Rosalie, and Rosalie to the rest of the school.
They needed the softening influence of music on the ranch. One-eyed Joe played the accordion48, and that was all the music they had. The school saw visions of the transformed Margarite, dressed in white, sitting before the piano in the twilight49 singing softly the "Rosary," while Guardie watched her with folded arms; and the cowboys, with bowie knives sheathed50 in their boots, and[238] lariats peacefully coiled over their shoulders, gathered by the open window.
Lenten services that year, instead of being forcibly endured by a rebellious52 Kid, were attended by a sweetly reverent53 Margarite. The entire school felt an electric thrill at sight of Miss McCoy walking up the aisle54 with downcast eyes, and hands demurely55 clasping her prayer book. Usually she looked as much in place in the stained-glass atmosphere of Trinity Chapel56 as an unbroken broncho colt.
This amazing reform continued for seven weeks. The school was almost beginning to forget that there was ever a time when Kid McCoy was not a lady.
Then one day a letter came from Guardie with the news that he was coming East to visit his little girl. Subdued57 excitement prevailed in the South Corridor. Rosalie and Margarite and an assemblage of neighbors held earnest conferences as to what she should wear and how she should behave. They finally decided upon white muslin and blue ribbons. They pondered a long time[239] over whether or not she should kiss him, but Rosalie decided in the negative.
"When he sees you," she explained, "the realization58 will sweep over him that you are no longer a child. You have grown to womanhood in the past three years. And he will feel unaccountably shy in your presence."
"Um," said Margarite, with a slightly doubtful note. "I hope so."
It was on a Sunday that Guardie arrived. The school—in a body—flattened its nose against the window watching his approach. They had rather hoped for a flannel59 shirt and boots and spurs, and, in any case, for a sombrero. But the horrible truth must be told. He wore a frock coat of the most unimpeachable60 cut, with a silk hat and a stick, and a white gardenia61 in his buttonhole. To look at him, one would swear that he had never seen a pistol or a lariat51. He was born to pass the plate in church.
But the worst is still to tell.
He had planned a surprise for his little ward62. When she should come back to the ranch, it would be to a real home. A sweet,[240] womanly influence would have transformed it into a fitting abode63 for a young girl. Guardie was not alone. He was accompanied by his bride—a tall, fair, beautiful woman with a low voice and gracious manners. She sang for the girls after dinner, and as sixty-four pairs of eyes studied the beautiful presence, sixty-four—no, sixty-three—of her auditors64 decided to grow up to be exactly like her. Margarite did the honors in a state of dazed incomprehension. Her make-believe world of seven weeks had crumbled65 in an hour, and she had not had time to readjust herself. Never—she realized it perfectly—could she have competed in femininity with Guardie's wife. It wasn't in her, not even if she had commenced to practise from the cradle.
They went back to the city in the evening, and before the entire school, Guardie patted her on the head and told her to be a good little kiddie and mind her teachers. His wife, with a protecting arm about her shoulders, kissed her forehead and called her "dear little daughter."[241]
After evensong on Sundays, came two hours of freedom. The teachers gathered in the Dowager's study for coffee and conversation, and the girls presumably wrote letters home. But that night, the South Corridor followed no such peaceful occupation. Margarite McCoy experienced a reversion to type. In her own picturesque language, she "shot up the town."
The echoes of the orgie at last reached the kaffee klatsch below. Miss Lord came to investigate—and she came on her tiptoes.
Miss McCoy, arrayed in a sometime picture hat cocked over one ear, a short gymnasium skirt, scarlet66 stockings and a scarlet sash, was mounted upon a table, giving an imitation of a clog67 dance in a mining-camp, while her audience played rag-time on combs and clapped.
Her eye caught sight of Miss Lord tower[242]ing above the heads crowded in the doorway70 and she quite suddenly climbed down. For once, Miss Lord was without words. She stared for a space of three minutes; finally, she managed to articulate:
"Sunday evening in a Church school!"
The audience dispersed71, and Miss Lord and Miss McCoy remained alone. Rosalie fled to the farthermost reaches of Paradise Alley72 and discussed possible punishments with Patty and Conny for a trembling hour. "Lights-out" had rung before she summoned courage to steal back to the darkened South Corridor. The sound of smothered73 sobbing74 came from Margarite's bed. Rosalie sank down on her knees and put her arm around her room-mate. The sobbing ceased while Margarite rigidly75 held her breath.
"I'm not to leave bounds for a month, have to learn five psalms77 by heart and take f-fifty demerits."
"Fifty! It's a perfect shame! You'll[243] never work them off. She had no right to make a fuss when you'd been good so long."
"I don't care!" said Kid, fiercely, as she struggled to free herself from Rosalie's embrace. "She'll never have a chance again to call me her sweet little daughter."
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