The Corner House Girls' Odd Find Part 38

"Barnabetta was brought up in the circus. I cradled her in my make-up tray, and she slept there, or sucked at her bottle, when I was out in the ring doin' my turn as a joey.

"She ain't had much experience outside the big top. She couldn't be sure of gettin' a safe job-only a young gal like her-lest I was with her."

"Why!" exclaimed Ruth, more cheerfully. "Let her wait here-with you-Mr.

Scruggs. Maybe we can find her a job right here in Milton, until your ankle is well enough for you to travel."

"Huh!" snorted Barnabetta. "Who wants a lady acrobat, I'd like to know, in this 'hick' burg?"

"But, can't you do anything else, Barnabetta?" asked Ruth, more eagerly.

"Couldn't you 'tend counter in a candy store like June Wildwood? Or maybe we could get you a chance in the Five and Ten Cent Store. Oh! as soon as Mr. Howbridge gets home, I am sure he can help us."

"We're not a-goin' to stay," interrupted Barnabetta, still bitterly antagonistic to every suggestion of the Corner House girl. "Come on, Pop."

"Aw, Barney! Listen to reason," begged the clown.

"We haven't got a right to," gasped Barnabetta. "I tell you these girls will want to put us in jail."

"What for?" demanded Ruth, wonderingly.

"Well _me_ in jail, then. Pop hasn't done anything."'

"But, for pity's sake, what for?"

"If you knew what I was-what I did-"

"What did you do, Barnabetta?" queried Ruth, with some excitement.

"I-I stole that old book you're huntin' for. It was me took it out of Neale Sorber's bag. That's what!"

The confession burst from Barnabetta wildly.

"I knew there was money in it. I saw it when he was up to the winter quarters of the circus at Tiverton. That other girl knew I saw it.

Hasn't she told you?"

"Who-Aggie?" asked the amazed Ruth.

"Yes. _She_ knows what I am-a thief!"

"No! Oh, no, Barnabetta! Don't call yourself that. And Agnes never said a word to me against you. Agnes likes you."

"I don't see how she can. She knew I wanted to steal the book. She must have guessed I got it out of Neale's bag Sat.u.r.day night. And I guess now she knows what I did with it."

"Oh, Barnabetta! What _did_ you do with it?" cried Ruth, forgetting everything else but the sudden hope that the alb.u.m might be recovered.

"I put it in the bottom of that closet downstairs in the dinin' room,"

confessed Barnabetta, bursting into tears. "And your auntie locked the door and I couldn't get at it again. And now she can't unlock it.

"I-I was hopin' I could get the book and give it back to you-leave it somewhere where you'd be sure to see it. I was ashamed of what I'd done.

I wouldn't touch a dollar of that money in it-not now, after you'd been so awful nice to me and Pop. And-and-"

But here Ruth put both arms around her and stopped her lips with a kiss.

"Oh, Barnabetta! Don't say another word!" she cried. "You have made me the happiest girl in all the world to-day!"

Barnabetta stared at her, open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

"What's that you're sayin', Miss Ruth?" asked the clown.

"Why, don't you _see_?" cried Ruth, laughing and sobbing together. "I thought the book was really lost-that we'd never recover it. And I've just discovered that all that money and those bonds in it belong to our dear friend, Mrs. Eland, and her sister, who is in the hospital. Oh! and they need the money so badly!

"Just think! it is a fortune. There's fifty thousand dollars in money besides the bonds. And I took one of the notes to the bank and found out for sure that the money is good.

"Oh, dear me!" cried Ruth, in conclusion, sobbing and laughing together until she hiccoughed. "Oh, dear me! I never was so delighted by anything in my life-not even when we came here to live at the old Corner House!"

"But-but-isn't the money yours, Ruth?" asked Barnabetta. "Doesn't it belong to you Corner House girls?"

"Oh, no. It was money left by Mr. Lemuel Aden when he died. I am sure of that. And Mrs. Eland and Miss Pepperill are his nieces."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "You'll break it!" gasped Agnes. "That's what I mean to do" said Ruth.]

"Then it doesn't mean anything to _you_ if the money is found?" gasped the circus girl.

"Of course it means something to me-to us all. Of course it does, Barnabetta. I never can thank you enough for telling me-"

"But I stole it first and put it there," said Barnabetta.

"Never mind! Don't worry about that. Let us run down and get the book out of the closet. And don't _dare_ leave this house, either of you!"

she commanded, running down the back stairs.

Barnabetta helped her father back to his room. Then she went down the front flight and met the excited Ruth and the quite amazed Agnes in the dining room. Ruth had the heavy kitchen poker.

"What under the sun are you going to do with that poker, Ruth Kenway?"

demanded Agnes.

"Oh, Aggie! Think of it! That old alb.u.m is locked in that closet."

"Well! didn't I just begin to believe so myself?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the second Corner House girl.

Ruth waited for no further explanation. She pressed the heavy poker into the aperture between the lock of the door and the striker, pus.h.i.+ng as hard as she could, and then used the strong poker as a prize. The door creaked.

"You'll break it!" gasped Agnes.

"That's what I mean to do. We can't unlock it," said Ruth, with determination.

The next moment, with a splintering of wood, the lock gave and the door swung open. Ruth flung down the poker and dived into the bottom of the closet.

Up she came with her prize. Unmistakably it was the alb.u.m Agnes had found in the garret.