is so dark now the others will not see you. Hurry.”
With her brain in a whirl–wondering upon what strange mystery she had stumbled, Cora thrust the woman forth from the stable. Then, seeing that she advanced toward the house, the girl groped her way up the stairs to get the extinguisher. When she came down the fire was sufficiently conquered as not to need more attention.
“Did a rat get you?” asked Jack. “Say, you do look pale, Sis,” for the electric lights, with which the garage was illuminated, had been turned on. Truly Cora seemed white.
“There are some big ones up there,” she remarked evasively, wondering if the woman would really go to the house.
With unsteady steps the stranger made her way to the kitchen, where two rather frightened maids were watching the progress made in fighting the fire.
“Miss–Miss Cora told me to come here–and wait for her,” faltered the woman. She made no effort to ascend the steps of the back porch.
“Come right in,” urged Nettie. “Or perhaps you would rather sit out here and watch. I’ll get you a chair.”
“Yes, I would–thank you.”
She walked up and sat down.
“I–I had rather be out in the air,” she went on.
Back in the garage the young people were seeing that no lingering spark remained.
“It is all out,” remarked Bess. “Oh, but we’re so soiled and–and smoky.”
“Regular bacon,” remarked Jack with a grin. He looked like a minstrel because of the grime.
“Oh, wasn’t it a narrow escape!” gasped Belle. “Could the lightning have struck?”
“It didn’t seem so,” remarked Cora, not now so nervous. But she was still puzzled over the presence of that strange woman in the garage at the time of the fire.
“It was gasoline–whatever else it was,” declared Jack. “I can tell that by the smell. Maybe some of that we used in an open pan to clean my machine exploded,” he went on to his chums.
“Could it go off by spontaneous combustion?” asked Ed. “It’s possible,” admitted Walter. “Unless some one was smoking in here–some tramp.”
“Oh, no!” protested Cora quickly. The woman did not seem a tramp–certainly she did not smoke.
“We must get the cars back in here,” said Jack. “The rain is slackening now.” This was so, for the shower, though severe, had not been of long duration. “We want them in shape for to-morrow,” he went on.
“Are we going after all this?” asked Belle.
“Certainly!” exclaimed Cora. “This fire didn’t amount to much.”
“I’m much obliged to you,” spoke Jack to the passing workmen who had come in to help. Jack passed them some money.
“We’ll help you roll the cars in,” suggested one.
“Yes, it will be better to roll them by hand than take chances on starting them up, and making sparks,” said Jack. “Come on, boys!”
“Come on, girls!” echoed Cora. “We’ll go to the house.”
While her brother, his chums and the men were putting the autos back in the garage the girls ran through the slackening rain to the rear porch. There Cora found the strange woman sitting, pathetically weary, in the chair Nettie had brought out. “Oh–some one is here!” gasped Belle, who had nearly stumbled over the figure in the darkness. Then one of the maids opened the kitchen door, and a flood of light came out on the porch.
“Wait a minute, girls,” said Cora, in a low voice. “I think I have a little surprise for you.” She motioned to the strange woman.
CHAPTER III
A STRANGE STORY
“Come inside,” Cora said, while the others looked on in amazement. Who could this strange, elderly woman be? Where had she come from? And Cora appeared to know her.
“One of Cora’s charity-cronies,” Ed whispered to Norton, who stood inquisitively near. “Come on. She knows how to take care of that sort.” The boys after putting back the autos had come on to the house.
Jack and Walter were evidently of Ed’s opinion, for they also passed into the house with not more than a glance at the woman. Bess lingered near Cora.
“We will go in here,” Cora said kindly, as she opened from the kitchen a door that led into a room used for special occasions, when many dishes were served. “Then I can have a chance to talk with you. Perhaps you are hungry?” she added.
The woman looked about her as if dazed. Cora saw that she had a face of rather uncommon type. Her deep-set gray eyes were faded to the very tint of her gray hair, and her cheeks, though sunken, outlined features that indicated refinement. Her clothes were very much worn, but comparatively clean and of good material. She wore no hat, nor other head covering.
“Yes, I am hungry, I think,” the woman said. “But I need not keep you from your friends. If you will just have a cup of tea sent in here to me.”
“Oh, they don’t mind,” Cora said, with a laugh. “My friends can be with me any time.” The other girls had gone to get rid of the grime of the fire, as had the boys.
“Very well,” said the woman. “You are so kind.”
Cora scarcely heard this for she was out in the kitchen giving some orders. She soon returned to the little room, and took a chair opposite her guest.
“How did you come to be in the barn?” she asked.
“I went in–to rest,” answered the woman wearily.
“Of course,” Cora said, as if that were an explanation. “But I won’t ask you to talk any more until you have had your tea. There,” as Nettie placed a tray of refreshment beside her, “let me give you your tea first, then you will feel more like talking.” The tea was poured when Jack entered. He looked at Cora questioningly.
“This woman was out in the storm,” Cora truthfully explained without making a clear statement, “and I insisted that she come in.”
“Why, of course,” assented the good-natured brother. “But say, Cora,” and he changed the subject tactfully. “Wasn’t it a good thing mother was not at home? She would have been scared to death.”
“Oh, I know we always have to get mother off first,” she replied. “When we are arranging a trip I count on–happenings.”
“This is your brother?” asked the woman, who seemed to have revived under the influence of that cup of tea.
“Yes,” Cora replied. “Have some of the ham. And some bread.”
A particularly sharp flash of lightning blazed through the room. The storm was not over yet. The three girls from the parlor threw the door of the pantry open, and stood there with very white faces. Even Belle, the rosy one, had gone pale again.
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