The Blue Grass Seminary Girls on the Water Part 9

CHAPTER VI.-s.h.i.+RLEY LENDS AID.

"Look, Mabel, did you see that woman steal that bolt of silk?"

It was s.h.i.+rley who spoke. They stood among the crowd that thronged the largest department store in Savannah, Ga. The _Yucatan_ had put into Savannah early that morning, and learning that the vessel would not get under way again until late in the afternoon, s.h.i.+rley and Mabel had gone uptown to purchase a few souvenirs of the Georgia city.

It was just after entering the store that s.h.i.+rley's attention was attracted by the peculiar actions of a young woman who darted somewhat furtively from one counter to another. While the attention of the clerks was given to customers, s.h.i.+rley had seen the woman slip a bolt of expensive silk from the counter and hide it under a long flowing cape, which she wore in spite of the heat.

Mabel shook her head negatively in response to s.h.i.+rley's question.

"Which one?" she asked.

s.h.i.+rley pointed to the figure of the woman who was now gazing at a pretty array of expensive laces. Both girls watched her carefully; and directly, as the crowd about her became more dense, they saw her hand go stealthily forth and take several small bolts of the high-priced material.

"Well what do you think of that?" demanded Mabel. "I have heard of such things, but I never expected to see it. What shall we do?"

"Nothing," replied s.h.i.+rley decidedly. "It's none of our business."

"But won't the poor clerks have to make good the loss?"

"I don't know about that. But if we get mixed up in it we are likely to gain too much notoriety. Let's move away from here."

They pushed their way through the crowd when s.h.i.+rley came suddenly into violent contact with a figure hurrying from the opposite direction. The latter drew back and lifted his cap.

"Miss Willing," he said. "I beg your pardon. I didn't look where I was going."

s.h.i.+rley glanced up in surprise at hearing her name spoken. Then she recognized the figure with whom she had collided.

"Why, Mr. Bristow," she said. "I thought I left you aboard the _Yucatan_?"

"I came ash.o.r.e to do a little shopping, as you young ladies call it,"

replied Bristow with a laugh. "I shall have to hurry on."

He lifted his cap and was gone.

The two girls continued to stroll about through the store, eyeing the bargains appreciatively.

"Well, I guess we have seen enough," said Mabel finally. "We may as well return to the s.h.i.+p."

As they started toward the door they became aware of the sounds of confusion behind them. For a moment they hesitated, then their curiosity overcame them and they turned back.

Far down the aisle a large crowd had gathered. The girls could hear the loud tones of one of the floor walkers calling for the store detective.

s.h.i.+rley and Mabel elbowed their way through the crowd, and presently were able to see what was going on.

s.h.i.+rley uttered an exclamation of amazement and clutched Mabel by the arm.

"Look at that!" she cried in a low voice.

And well might she have been amazed. For there, in the center of the crowd, his arm grasped tightly by the big floor walker, was Henry Bristow.

His face was red and he was plainly very angry. However, he was making no effort to release himself. He controlled himself with an effort and spoke.

"I tell you you are making a mistake," he said quietly, and his voice carried to the two girls.

"Is that so?" sneered the floor walker. "So you deny you are a shop-lifter, eh? Well, I didn't suppose you would admit it. How do you account for the possession of this valuable piece of lace the clerk saw you getting away with?"

"It must have caught on my coat," was the reply. "I didn't try to steal it."

"You didn't, eh? We'll see as soon as the house detective arrives. I reckon you have plenty of stuff stowed away in your pockets."

"Well, I haven't," declared Bristow angrily. "You're going to be sorry for this before you get through."

"Well what do you think of that?" demanded Mabel, who had stood with open mouth during this conversation.

"I think that he is innocent," declared s.h.i.+rley.

She glanced quickly around the store, and as she did so her eyes fell upon the woman she had so recently seen appropriating articles from the counter.

"There goes the woman who did it," she declared, pointing.

Mabel looked and nodded her head.

The woman was coming directly toward them, pus.h.i.+ng her way through the crowd vigorously. s.h.i.+rley stepped forward and barred her progress.

At the same moment s.h.i.+rley raised her voice and called out:

"That man is innocent, Mr. Floorwalker. Here is the shop-lifter."

The woman again tried to push by s.h.i.+rley, but the latter maneuvered so as to be directly in front of her at every step.

s.h.i.+rley's words caused a commotion. Willing hands darted out and seized the woman, and she was taken before the man who still grasped young Bristow by the arm.

s.h.i.+rley and Mabel pushed their way forward.

"I saw this woman steal a bolt of silk and some laces," declared s.h.i.+rley. "I would have said nothing about it had not Mr. Bristow, whom I know, been accused."

"It isn't true!" cried the woman. "The girl is in the plot with the man."

s.h.i.+rley's face grew red.

"I am not!" she declared. "This woman is guilty. She put the things under that long cape."

The floor walker was plainly mystified. He glanced from one to the other.

"Well, it will do no harm to have a look," he declared. He turned to the woman. "Will you remove your cape, madam?"

The woman drew back, and pulled the garment closer about her.