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Updated: June 7, 2025
While Victoria Woodhull's fortunes were speedily dropping from the sublime heights of a presidential nomination to the humiliation of financial ruin, the loss of her home, and the suspended publication of her Weekly, Susan was knocking at the doors of the Republican and Democratic national conventions.
From the merriest, most hilarious frolicing, the gayest, cheeriest bantering and laughter, to the utmost decorum was the transformation effected in two minutes after Miss Woodhull's and Miss Baylis' entrance. With the exception of Tweedle-dum, Tweedle-dee, Will-o'-the-Wisp and Jack o' Lantern, the girls ceased dancing and stood in groups and even the musicians played more softly.
The electric bell which summoned them to Miss Woodhull's study fairly sputtered sparks. Eleanor was sulkily silent. Petty, as usual, in tears. Tears were Petty's long suit. We have not time to dwell upon the details of that interview even if we would. Eleanor was one of the few girls to really be expelled from the school, and Petty promptly fled to "darling mamma" and "Reggie."
"Banion, by God!" said a voice which few stopped to recognize as Woodhull's. He held his fire, his rifle resting so long through the wagon wheel that Caleb Price in one swift motion caught it away from him. "No harm, friend," said he, "but you'll not need this just now!" His cold eye looked straight into that of the intending murderer. The men in the wagon park rose to their work again.
Miss Woodhull's temper and self-control vanished together, and for a few moments Beverly was the object of a scathing volley of sarcastic invective. As it waxed hotter and hotter Beverly grew colder and colder, though her eyes and cheeks were blazing. "It is useless to keep up this silly deception.
As to any foreknowledge of that prank she had not had the slightest. So her conscience was quite clear on that score anyway. She tapped at the door and was bidden enter. Miss Woodhull's expression as she looked at Beverly was most forbidding. "Good-evening, Miss Woodhull. Miss Stetson said you wished to see me."
Sally knew nothing of Miss Woodhull's dislike for Admiral Seldon because he had presumed to question her policy, nor could a girl of Sally's sweet nature possibly understand the smallness of one which would take out upon a defenceless young girl the resentment which she harbored toward her older relative.
"Very well, speak," was the terse reply. This was somewhat disconcerting. Eleanor coughed. "Will you be good enough to state your errand without further peroration. I do not relish being interrupted in my reading." "I I thought I ought to tell you, to show you I mean you ought to see this note which I found," and Eleanor crossed the room to Miss Woodhull's side, the note held toward her.
Agreeable with Miss Woodhull's orders, Miss Baylis, who was only too delighted to shine so advantageously in her superior's eyes, had scuttled away, issuing as she went, the order to close all outer doors and guard them, allowing no one to pass through. Guileless souls both hers and Miss Woodhull's, though another adjective might possibly be more apt. The house had a few windows as well as doors.
Towering above the nimble little Will, Jack cavorted, swung his lantern and by signs indicated his desire to imitate Tweedle-dum's and Tweedle-dee's performances, to which Will promptly acceded and the quartette hornpipe was on. Now it was Miss Woodhull's custom to grace all festive occasions by her presence just prior to the stroke of nine-thirty when refreshments were served.
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