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The money was gone all of Uncle Peter's complaints and biting sarcasms came back to him with renewed bitterness; but his revenge on Uncle Peter would be in showing him a big man at work, with no nonsense about him. But Shepler, who was now certain, and Higbee, who had always been certain, especially Shepler, with his easy sense of superiority with a woman over any poor man.
One September day, just after the fall term had opened, a gentleman brought a tiny, rosy-cheeked, much beruffled little girl to Miss Prentice and asked the principal of Higbee School to take charge of the little one for a term of years to bring her up, in fact, as far as she could be brought up and taught at that institution.
This baron'll cost me more'n that sign I showed you coming out of the old town, and he won't give any such returns, but the crest on them jars, printed in three colours and gold, will be a bully ad; and it kept the women quiet," he concluded, apologetically. "The baron's a good fellow," said Percival. "Sure," replied Higbee. "They're all good fellows. Hank had the makin's of a good fellow in him.
She had been all through the same trouble so many times before. With every incoming class of new girls at Higbee School it had been the same. She had been "the girl of mystery." "If you could only make that old lawyer tell the truth about you, Nance!" exclaimed Jennie. "But perhaps he is telling the truth." "Not much, he isn't."
He controlled himself and repeated coldly: "Jack Dumont!" "Yes. But of course you knew nothing of all that, while you were off in the swamp there. Yet, by Jingo! it was Dumont's shooting Higbee that helped YOU to get off your nigger a darned sight more than YOUR killing the dogs." "I don't understand," returned Courtland coldly.
The Danites then in Council now knelt down in a prayer circle and prayed, invoking the Spirit of God to direct them how to act in the matter. After prayer Brother Higbee said: "Here are the orders," and handed me a paper from Haight. The paper read in substance that we were to decoy the emigrants from their position and kill all that could talk. This order was in writing.
Nancy had been graduated with some honor; but there was nobody to rejoice with her over her success. The school had been crowded on the last day with friends and parents of the other girls; there was not a soul who more than perfunctorily wished Nancy Nelson "good luck." The neighborhood of Higbee School was very quiet a week after the term closed.
The carriages pass through a pair of lordly iron gates, swung from massive stone pillars, under an arch of wrought iron with its antique lamp, and into the echoing courtyard flanked by trim hedges of box. Alighting, the barbaric guests of Higbee are ushered through a marble-walled vestibule, from which a wrought-iron and bronze screen gives way to the main entrance-hall.
Most of the girls had their particular friends, and even the few other orphans beside Nancy in the school had those who loved and cared for them. But here was a heart-hungry girl with absolutely no apparent future. The end of her last year at Higbee was approaching and neither Nancy, nor Miss Trigg, nor Miss Prentice herself, knew the first thing about what was to "be done with her."
That was the one secret Nancy Nelson kept hidden within her heart all that long summer while she waited with Miss Trigg, the secretary and general utility teacher, for the return of the principal of Higbee School and the beginning of her new life. Miss Trigg tried to be nice to her; indeed, she was nice to her after a fashion.
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