CHAPTER XXIII--BROUGHT TO BAY
One other person had noticed, with even greater interest than had Ruthand Bab, that the Countess Bertouche had failed to appear at the ball.That person was the jewel thief, Harry Townsend. He was filled with asilent rage. How dared she fail him this night of all others?
All the fellow's plans were carefully laid. The woman with the jewels hecoveted sat in the ballroom; large and slow witted, she would not bequick either to discover her loss or to raise an alarm. And HarryTownsend was on friendly terms with her. Once she decided to leave thebrightly lighted halls for the darkness of the grounds outside, liftingthe tiara would be an easy matter. But Townsend never kept the jewels hestole in his possession ten minutes after their theft. How was he to getrid of them to-night?
It was after midnight. Many of the guests had withdrawn to the veranda;the lawns were filled with people walking about. Now Harry Townsendstood back of a row of lights that cast a deep shadow. He was talking tosome acquaintances. The women were elegantly gowned, and one of themwore a beautiful diamond tiara.
Bab was standing alone in the door of the girls' dressing-room. MissSallie had called her in, after supper, to smooth her hair. The othergirls had been with her, but they had returned to join the dancers. Babwas resting and thinking. Mollie and Grace knew nothing of what she andRuth had on their minds. The younger girls knew that Harry Townsend andthe Countess Bertouche were suspected as thieves, but they did not knowthat the detectives were on the alert, and that the arrest might cometo-night.
Barbara was wondering if she ought to tell Gladys Le Baron what sheknew. After all, Gladys was her cousin; and, as she had told Ralph, theother day, Bab felt that there ought to be a certain loyalty amongpeople of the same blood, even when they were not fond of one another.
To-night Gladys Le Baron had been more conspicuous with Harry Townsendthan ever before. Not only was she seen with him constantly, but shewore an air of conscious pride, as if to say, "See what a prize I havewon!"
Gladys had passed Bab two or three times during the evening, but hadpretended not to see her. Now she was coming in at the dressing-roomdoor.
"Gladys," said Bab, timidly.
Gladys turned to her haughtily. "I would rather," she said, "that youdid not speak to me. We cannot have much to say to each other. HarryTownsend told me"--Gladys spoke so passionately and with such deep angerin her tones that Barbara stared at her aghast--"of the accusation youmade against him. He made me promise not to speak of it, but I willspeak of it to you. I want you to know that I shall never forgive you aslong as I live, and that I shall get even with you some day. You arejealous and envious of me because we have more money, and because HarryTownsend likes me. I want you never to talk to me."
"O Gladys!" said Barbara. She was angry and hurt, but she was morefrightened by the real feeling her cousin showed. Did she care for Mr.Townsend so much? Gladys was nearly eighteen, and Bab knew that eversince she was a girl of fourteen she had been brought up to think shewas a young lady.
"Gladys," said Bab, firmly, "listen to me! Be quiet. I cannot tell youwhat I wish to say in this ballroom, to-night, among all these people,but I have something to tell you that you simply must know. Do youunderstand? Come to my house in the morning, and don't fail." Barbara'stones were so new and commanding that Gladys could only stare at her insilent amazement.
"Yes," she said, meekly; "I will come."
Bab's eyes were burning, and her cheeks stung with the shame of thescene between herself and Gladys. In order to be alone in the fresh air,she slipped out of the dressing-room door which opened into a side yard.This yard had a double hedge of althea bushes which led into the backpart of the Casino grounds. At the same instant that Bab left thedressing-room door, a man passed her on the other side of the hedge. Hewas going into the back part of the garden.
The show grounds of the Casino were in a central court. In the rear,back of the kitchens, was a long arbor covered with heavy grapevines.The man Bab followed slipped into this arbor.
When Barbara glanced into it a second later--she dared not move quickly,for fear of making a noise--there was no human figure in sight. "He hasgone on down through the arbor and slipped over the fence," she thoughtto herself.
She was feeling her way along, trying to keep in the center path. Thenight was dark, and there were few stars overhead.
Suddenly, Bab gave a little shriek of terror and started back. Crouchingin the darkness was a man. His back was turned to Barbara, and, if thedarkness was not deceiving her, he was digging in the earth.
But Barbara's shriek roused him. "You, again!" he cried. He leaped ather, and, before she could call for help, his hand covered her mouth,and her head was pressed back.
"Don't make a noise," another voice said quietly. "My instructions werenot to make a scene."
Townsend felt his own arms seized and drawn down to his sides. The big,blond man, who had interrupted his tete-a-tete with Barbara earlier inthe evening, was again by his side. A smaller, dark man stood near him.
"Well, we have got you this time with the goods on you, or pretty closeto you," said the smaller detective, striking a match and looking downat his feet. Just near where they stood, only partially concealed by thedirt, which had been hastily dug up, something brilliant flashed andsparkled.
"Did you think, Mr. Townsend," laughed Detective Burton quietly, "thatyou were the only clever person in Newport? These jewels you have juststolen are hardly worth the risk you ran. You might get abouttwenty-five dollars for the lot. I suppose you didn't know, since it hasbecome the fashion to have a jewel thief in Newport, it has also becomethe fashion to wear paste jewels." The man held the tiara in his hand."But I will restore them to the rightful owner," he said. "Mrs. Oliverinformed me they were gone, two minutes after you slipped them out ofher hair."
Townsend had not spoken. "Don't," he now said, with a shudder, "putthose handcuffs on my hands. I will go quietly. I see the game isup--thanks to you!" He turned to Barbara with a snarl. But Ruth and Ralphwere standing close by her side.
Barbara was much shaken and frightened by her encounter, but she triedto summon a little of her old spirit. "You do me too much honor, Mr.Townsend," she answered quietly.
"Where is the Countess Bertouche?" asked Townsend stolidly.
"She is ready to leave Newport with you to-night. Only we persuaded herto get ready a little earlier; indeed, we called upon her thisafternoon, while she was at the tournament, and were waiting for herwhen she got back. She had two or three little trinkets in herpossession, which she was holding for you, that we wished to return totheir rightful owners. The lady will be able to travel as soon as youare. We think it best not to have any excitement in Newport. By theway," went on the detective--the three young people were listeningbreathlessly--"the lady is not such a cool customer as you are. Sheconfessed that she was not a countess, but a poor newspaper woman out ofa job, whom you enticed down here to help you. She explained that youhad been mailing letters of instruction to her by sending them on to NewYork and having them remailed to her here. A poor business it has beenfor both of you, I am thinking."
"Ruth," said Barbara, quickly, "it's too awful! Let us go back to MissSallie!"
CHAPTER XXIV--GOOD-BYE TO NEWPORT
Early next morning Ruth and Barbara made full confession to Miss Sallie.Mollie and Grace were not surprised, for they had been told enough ofthe circumstances to expect the outcome. But imagine Miss Sallie!
"You mean to tell me, Ruth and Bab," she gasped, dropping limply intothe nearest chair, "that Harry Townsend is the jewel thief, the NewportRaffles? Why, you girls have walked with him, talked with him, playedtennis with him! And Barbara has suspected him all the time! Myheavens!" she wailed, in despair. "Did it never dawn on you, Barbara,that you might have been killed?"
Miss Stuart was overcome. "Ruth Stuart, my own niece, do you mean totell me that you lately discovered that 'this Townsend' was the thiefwho tried to rob us in New Haven? Why was I not told at once?
But then,I am grateful I was not. And you, Mollie, fourteen-year-old Mollie, youfound out this wretch's accomplice, and discovered Mrs. Cartwright'sstolen butterfly! I never would have thought it of you!"
"But I didn't mean to, Miss Sallie. It was all an accident. I am awfullysorry for that poor woman," answered Mollie.
"Nonsense, child!" said Miss Sallie. "I am grateful enough that suchdangerous people are out of the way."
The girls were standing in a circle round her. "Come to my arms," shedemanded of Grace. "Thank heavens, child, you have not turned detective,and can be relied on to keep me company!"
"But it was just as much Grace's fault as it was mine that I discoveredthe butterfly," argued Mollie, who could not see that Miss Sallie wasjoking. "She was with me when I found it out." Everyone joined in thelaugh at Mollie's expense.
"Some one to see you in the library, miss," announced Susan, the parlormaid. "She says she'd like to see you alone, first, and she'd rather notgive her name."
"Then you are not to go one step, Barbara Thurston," said Miss Stuart inthe voice the girls knew had to be obeyed. "There is no telling who itis waiting for you, nor what her intentions may be toward you. You'd goif you thought you'd be murdered the next minute. I never saw a girllike you. I will go myself," announced Miss Sallie.
"Oh, no," said the girls, all pulling together at her skirts.
Miss Sallie had to pause. "If you think, young ladies," she said,calmly, "that, because I have not unearthed a jewel robber, nor attackeda burglar in the dark, I am therefore more of a coward than a parcel ofsilly girls, you are vastly mistaken. Let go of me!" Miss Sallie marchedmajestically forward.
"Susan, _I_ will go down."
"Oh, no'm," pleaded Susan, giggling. She had no idea what all the fusswas about, but she knew it was most unnecessary. "Please'm, let mewhisper to you. It's only that Miss Gladys Le Baron, but I promised notto give her name. I am sure she means no harm, miss. She looks like shewas worried and had been crying a bit, ma'am."
"It is all right, Barbara," said Miss Sallie. "From what Susan tells meyou may go downstairs alone."
Bab had not the faintest idea who could be waiting for her. In all theexcitement, she had entirely forgotten that she had told Gladys Le Baronto come to see her this morning without fail. As soon as she opened thelibrary door, she remembered. "Good morning," she said, coldly.
But Gladys flung her arms about her neck and burst into a torrent oftears. "I know it all, all!" she said. "Mrs. Post and Mrs. Erwin calledme into their rooms last night, and told me everything. I had expectedHarry Townsend to take me home from the ball, and, when he didn't put inhis appearance, I was so angry and behaved so badly Mrs. Post said I hadto be told at once. Mrs. Erwin wanted to wait until morning. O Bab, Ididn't sleep a wink last night!"
"I am sorry," said Bab, but she didn't really show a great deal offeeling.
"Bab," Gladys went on, "I simply can't believe it! And to think you knewit almost all the time! Mrs. Post says I have to believe it, now,because the whole story is out. She says she was completely deceived,too, and can understand why I thought Townsend was a gentleman. Fatherseemed to think he was all right. He told us all about his being anorphan, and who his rich relations were. Mrs. Erwin is so good. She justsays she is sorry for me, and hasn't uttered a word of blame. Onlythink, I brought that dreadful wretch to her house, and I am responsiblefor all the trouble! O Barbara, I can never face it!" Gladys wiped hereyes again with her handkerchief, which was already wet with her tears.
"I want to go home to mother to-day, but Mrs. Erwin says I have to staywith her a little while longer. She says that, if I rush right off now,if I disappear the very same day Harry Townsend and that woman leave,people will believe there is more between us than there really is. Therewasn't anything exactly serious, though I did like him. I am sure Ishall never hold up my head again."
"I wanted to warn you sooner, Gladys; believe me, I did," answeredBarbara; "but I knew you wouldn't listen to me, and would not believe aword I said."
"I know, Barbara," said Gladys, humbly. "I have been a horrid stuck-upgoose. I know, now, if you hadn't seen him steal the necklace at Mrs.Erwin's, we might never have found out who the thief was. Then I don'tknow what dreadful thing might have happened to me, if I had gone onseeing him and never understood his true nature. Do you think he couldhave stolen my bracelet?"
"I know he did," Bab answered.
"The horrid, hateful thing!" cried Gladys, with a fresh burst of tears."Barbara, I want to ask you a favor. Will you beg Ruth to let me go backto Kingsbridge in the automobile with you? I suppose I ask you because Ihave been more hateful to you than to anyone else. I know if you willforgive me the other girls will. Ruth will do anything you ask her."
"But I can't ask Ruth such a favor as that, Gladys," argued Barbara."There wouldn't be room in the car, for one thing."
"Oh, I could sit on the little seat and I would be as nice and give aslittle trouble as I possibly could, if you will only ask her. I somehowfeel that if you girls will stick by me, now, other people will notthink so badly of me. They will know I have been a goose, and have beendreadfully deceived by Harry Townsend, but they'll understand that Inever meant any wrong, and am not really bad. You see, Bab, you andMollie are my cousins. Everyone is sure to find out you helped to exposethe awful villain; so, if I am seen with you now, it will show that youtake my part, and that you knew I had only been deceived."
"Don't you think it is a good deal to ask of me, Gladys?" said Barbara,speaking very slowly. She was thinking of every snub, every cruel thrustGladys had given her since they were children.
Gladys did not answer at first. Then she shook her head, and rose to go."Yes, Barbara," she said; "I know I don't deserve a bit of kindness atyour hands. I have been perfectly hateful to you, always. Good-bye."
"Oh, stay, Gladys," begged Bab, penitent in an instant. "I didn't meanthat. Of course we will all stand by you. Indeed, I shall ask Ruth ifyou may go back in the automobile with us, and I am sure, if Miss Stuartthinks there is room enough, Ruth will be delighted to have you. She isalways the dearest, most generous girl in the world," said Bab, her faceglowing with the enthusiasm she always felt in speaking of Ruth.
"Now," she continued, "do come on upstairs and take off your hat. Youmust stay to lunch with us. Oh, no; you needn't be afraid of MissStuart. She won't be unkind to you; she's a perfect dear! She'll just beawfully sorry for you, when you tell her how badly you feel. Come on,Gladys." Bab took hold of her hand.
"Won't you call Ruth down first?" urged Gladys. "I feel too much ashamedto go right on up there among all of you."
Ruth and Bab, between them, persuaded Gladys to go to their rooms. Totheir surprise, Mistress Mollie was the one to be appeased. She was notso ready to kiss and make up as Bab had been, yet even Mollie's "hard"little heart softened when she saw what a changed and chastened Gladysthe girls brought upstairs with them.
"You'll see I am going to be different," Gladys said to Bab, "and ifever there's a chance for me to prove how I appreciate your being sokind to me now, I shall do it. Of course, I don't expect you to havemuch faith in me yet."
"Miss Barbara Thurston is requested to spend her last day in Newport asthe guest of honor of Governor and Mrs. Post on board their yacht, the'Penguin,' which is at this instant awaiting her answer outside inNarragansett Bay," said Ruth, with a flourish of a letter she held inher hand and a low bow to Barbara.
"Goose!" shot Barbara at Ruth. "But are we all invited for a sail? Howjolly!"
"I am no goose, madam," retorted Ruth. "I mean what I say. Read this."
She handed Barbara a letter which Miss Stuart had received from Mrs.Post only a few minutes before, and which read:
My Dear Miss Stuart,
We want, in some quiet fashion, to show our appreciation of, and thanks to, the little girl who so patiently and cleverly kept her own counsel, and so materially aided in the discovery of the jewel thief. I feel that I did not do her justice. Governor
Post and I both believe that it is to her wit and courage that I owe the return of my emerald necklace. I have talked matters over with Hugh, and, with your consent, I should like to give a luncheon, in her honor, on board the yacht at one o'clock to-morrow. We will spend the afternoon sailing in the bay. Only our intimate friends will be invited and we feel that no party could be complete, at Newport, without the presence of "The Automobile Girls."
Faithfully yours, Katherine Post.
"What larks!" cried Barbara, blushing with pleasure. "Has Miss Salliesaid we could go?"
"Certainly she has," rejoined Ruth. "I told Hugh so at once."
Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion----
The young people were in the bow of the yacht when the music commenced."Why, Hugh," Bab whispered to him in an undertone, "have we a band onboard? How perfectly delightful!"
"Young Miss America," Hugh answered, "you needn't think, for one minute,that this party on the 'Penguin' is going to enjoy any ordinaryentertainment to-day. The band is not half. Just you wait, and see allthe remarkable things that are to take place on this blessed boatexcursion."
Earlier in the day, when Ruth and Grace first came aboard, they passedthrough the salon on their way to the upper deck. Grace caught hold ofRuth's sleeve and drew her back to whisper to her: "Has it ever occurredto you that Harry Townsend might have stolen your fifty dollars thatdisappeared after we spent our first day on the yacht? I have beenthinking that he must have been dreadfully hard up, or he never wouldhave tried the robbery at New Haven, or have stolen such a small sumfrom you afterwards."
"Yes, I have thought about it," said Ruth, shaking her head, with aforlorn gesture. "Isn't it too dreadful? Let's forget all about himto-day."
The luncheon was announced promptly at one.
"'The Automobile Girls,' including Miss Sallie, will kindly stay on deckuntil they are summoned," called Mrs. Post, sweeping on ahead, followedby her other guests.
Miss Sallie and the girls waited in some excitement. The sun was shininggayly on the deck of the little ship, which sailed through the waterlike a white bird. All the flags were flying in Barbara's honor, as thegovernor explained, when she came on board.
Suddenly Hugh's smiling face appeared at the open door. "Come in, now,"he requested.
Miss Sallie and the girls marched into the long salon dining-room, whilethe band played "Liberty Bell."
In the center of the luncheon table, raised on a moss-covered stand, wasa miniature automobile. In it sat five dolls wearing automobile veils ofdifferent colors and long dust coats. Two of the dolls were blondes, theother two were brunettes. But the stateliest and handsomest doll of thelot had soft, white hair and reclined against a violet cushion. A paleblue flag flew over the car. It bore the inscription: "The AutomobileGirls--Long May They Flourish!"
At either end of the table stood Hugh's and Ruth's silver cups, won atthe tennis tournament.
As Miss Sallie and the four girls took their places, Hugh raised onecup, his mother the other. "We will drink from these loving cups," hesaid, "to the health of our guests of honor, 'The Automobile Girls.'" Hethen passed the cups, filled with a fruit punch, around the table.
At the close of the luncheon, Hugh again rose to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "I am going to make a speech."
"Don't do it, Hugh," laughed Ralph.
"All right, Ralph," said Hugh; "I won't. Barbara," Hugh leaned over toattract her attention, and Barbara turned a rosy red, "here's a souvenirof Newport for you. I guess it's a gift from us all." He motioned to hisfriends around the table and handed to Bab a small green velvet box."For the girl who is always on the watch," he ended.
Barbara's eyes were full of tears. They came partly from embarrassment,but most of all from pleasure. Inside the velvet case was a tiny goldwatch, set in a circle of small emeralds.
But Mollie was calling Bab to look at her gift. Mrs. Cartwright, who satnext her favorite of the girls, had pinned a little, pearl butterfly inthe lace yoke of Mollie's gown. Ruth and Grace were each rejoicing intheir gifts, silver pins representing tennis racquets, their souvenirsof the luncheon and their month's stay in Newport.
"It has been just too lovely!" said Mollie to Mrs. Post, as she bade hergood-night. "Yes, we start for home the first thing in the morning. In afew days there will be no more 'Automobile Girls,'" she ended with asigh.
"Oh," said Ruth, laughing and coming up beside her, "who knows? Younever can tell! Good-bye, everyone," she said, taking hold of Bab'shand. "We have had the time of our lives, just as we hoped we would.Till we meet again," she finished with a smile.
The four girls ran down the gangplank and rejoined Miss Sallie.
As many of our readers will guess, the return to Kingsbridge did notbring an end to the adventures of the natural and charming girls intheir automobile. Further adventures and a host of new things remain tobe told, but these must be deferred for narration in the next volume,which will be entitled, "The Automobile Girls in the Berkshires; or, TheGhost of Lost Man's Trail."
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By H. IRVING HANCOCK
1 DAVE DARRIN AT VERA CRUZ; Or, Fighting With the U. S. Navy in Mexico. 2 DAVE DARRIN ON MEDITERRANEAN SERVICE. 3 DAVE DARRIN'S SOUTH AMERICAN CRUISE. 4 DAVE DARRIN ON THE ASIATIC STATION. 5 DAVE DARRIN AND THE GERMAN SUBMARINES. 6 DAVE DARRIN AFTER THE MINE LAYERS; Or, Hitting the Enemy a Hard Naval Blow.
The Meadow-Brook Girls Series
By JANET ALDRIDGE
1 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS. 2 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY. 3 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT. 4 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS IN THE HILLS. 5 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS BY THE SEA. 6 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ON THE TENNIS COURTS.
All these books are bound in Cloth and will be sent post-paid on receiptof only $1.00 each.
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High School Boys Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
In this series of bright, crisp books a new note has been struck.
Boys of every age under sixty will be interested in these fascinatingvolumes.
1 THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN; Or, Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks and Sports. 2 THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER; Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond. 3 THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END; Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football Gridiron. 4 THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM; Or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
Grammar School Boys Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
This series of stories, based on the actual doings of grammar schoolboys, comes near to the heart of the average American boy.
1 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY; Or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving. 2 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND; Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports. 3 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS; Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and Knowledge. 4 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS; Or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
High School Boys' Vacation Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
"Give us more Dick Prescott books!"
This has been the burden of the cry from young
readers of the countryover. Almost numberless letters have been received by the publishers,making this eager demand; for Dick Prescott, Dave Darrin, Tom Reade, andthe other members of Dick & Co. are the most popular high school boys inthe land. Boys will alternately thrill and chuckle when reading thesesplendid narratives.
1 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' CANOE CLUB; Or, Dick & Co.'s Rivals on Lake Pleasant. 2 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP; Or, The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven. 3 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' FISHING TRIP; Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness. 4 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' TRAINING HIKE; Or, Dick & Co. Making Themselves "Hard as Nails."
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
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The Circus Boys Series
By EDGAR B. P. DARLINGTON
Mr. Darlington's books breathe forth every phase of an intenselyinteresting and exciting life.
1 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS; Or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life. 2 THE CIRCUS BOYS ACROSS THE CONTINENT; Or, Winning New Laurels on the Tanbark. 3 THE CIRCUS BOYS IN DIXIE LAND; Or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South. 4 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI; Or, Afloat with the Big Show on the Big River.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
The High School Girls Series
By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A.M.
These breezy stories of the American High School Girl take the readerfairly by storm.
1 GRACE HARLOWE'S PLEBE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Merry Doings of the Oakdale Freshman Girls. 2 GRACE HARLOWE'S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Record of the Girl Chums in Work and Athletics. 3 GRACE HARLOWE'S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities. 4 GRACE HARLOWE'S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Parting of the Ways.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
The Automobile Girls Series
By LAURA DENT CRANE
No girl's library--no family book-case can be considered at all completeunless it contains these sparkling twentieth-century books.
1 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT; Or, Watching the Summer Parade. 2 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES; Or, The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail. 3 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON; Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow. 4 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO; Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds. 5 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH; Or, Proving Their Mettle Under Southern Skies. 6 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT WASHINGTON; Or, Checkmating the Plots of Foreign Spies.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
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