New Horizons
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New Horizons
Copyright © 2006
Lois Gladys Leppard
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Ebook edition created 2012
ISBN 978-1-4412-6036-9
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What Grown-Up Fans of MANDIE Say
“I’m twenty years old. I’ve been reading the MANDIE BOOKS ever since I was seven. My mother started buying them for me and I could consume one book in about a day! I can’t wait to pass the books on to my girls when [my husband and I] start to have a family.”
—Heather I., Puerto Rico
“I have been reading your books almost as long as I can remember. Now I am twenty-one years old. I have saved all of my books and plan to give them to my daughters when I get married and have children. I really enjoy being able to read nice, clean books, and I feel like I have grown up with Mandie, Joe, Celia, and the others. I look forward to reading MANDIE: HER COLLEGE DAYS!”
—Elizabeth C., Texas
“I’m eighteen and I absolutely love the MANDIE BOOKS. While I am reading them I feel as though I am there with her solving the mysteries.”
—Jessica S., Texas
“While I am approaching thirty, I have been reading MANDIE BOOKS since I was a young girl. I appreciate you writing books that are so captivating to young girls (and older girls) and have such a positive message. Psalm 56:3 was one of the first Bible verses I memorized, and I still find myself reciting it at frightening times, just like Mandie.”
—Kim D., South Carolina
“I love your Mandie series. I started reading them when I was eleven years old and am still reading them at the age of twenty. I was so intrigued with the books. I was able to see a little of myself in Mandie and her adventures. I can hardly wait for the next book to come out. I am particularly interested in the relationship between Mandie and Joe, being a romantic at heart.”
—Stacy W., Ohio
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
—Anonymous
With many thanks to the following who were indeed friends in time of need:
First and foremost, my dear friend of twenty-four years, Carol Johnson, who made the MANDIE BOOKS possible, and her assistant, Dana; my son, Donn, for keeping the Web site going, and my daughter-in-law, Shannon, for support; my neighbors Marsha and Rick Frans, who saved me from the ice storm we had during the work on this book; my old-time friend Alma Furman, for advice and friendship; Barbara Franks of CrossWay for setting up all those book signings and for giving support; Lowell Sweat, for keeping the yard in order; Karen Schillinger, my longtime friend who helped in so many ways; my sister, Belle Langford, for her support; my lifetime friend Frances Granger, for listening; and of course—
To all those Mandie Fan Club members who have stayed in touch with Mandie.
God bless you all.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Endorsement
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Other Books by Author
chapter 1
I must remind myself that I am now a young lady entering college, and my deportment should be in accordance with 1904 social graces, Amanda Elizabeth Shaw silently told herself as she stood in the registration line of the Charleston Ladies’ College. She felt her temper rise at the way her grandmother was taking over with the school officials at the desk.
Mandie lowered her dark blond lashes, turned, and surreptitiously looked at the other young ladies waiting in line behind her. They were all definitely listening and observing. She smiled slightly, but everyone avoided eye contact with her— except for a tall, thin girl with lots of black curly hair who stood halfway down the line. The girl met Mandie’s gaze, her eyes never fluttering, as she stared. Mandie felt uncomfortable and turned back around to face the front of the line.
Her grandmother was ruining everything as she interrogated the woman behind the desk about the social life at the college. “I want to be assured that my granddaughter has the benefit of social life here such as she has been accustomed to back home. What do you have to offer in that respect?”
“Of course, Mrs. Taft,” the woman quickly replied. “We have many …”
Mandie felt her face grow hot as she tried to block out the rest of the conversation. She was here to learn—and learn in a hurry—how to manage the enormous family fortune that would come to her someday. She would find her own social connections without help from her grandmother. At least the school was far enough away from her grandmother’s home in Asheville, North Carolina, that Mandie’s grandmother would not be able to control everything as she had done at the Misses Heathwood’s School for Girls, where Mandie had graduated from this past spring.
Her navy travel suit was too warm for the humid Charleston weather, but Mandie’s nervousness was also making her perspire. Her right shoe pinched her big toe, so she shifted her weight now and then to relieve it.
If only her mother could have come, but she was not able to travel. She was going to have a baby, and women who were “showing” did not appear in public. Uncle John, Mandie’s father’s brother who had married Mandie’s mother after her father’s death, could not be persuaded to leave her mother’s side, because they had already lost one baby a few years ago.
Mandie bowed her head and said a silent prayer for her mother. She wanted a little brother or sister and prayed that this baby would live, and that her mother would not go through life-threatening problems this time.
“Miss Shaw.” The woman behind the desk had spoken and was looking directly at Mandie. “I believe we have all the paper work completed now. You will report with the other new young ladies tomorrow morning at nine o’clock sharp in the chapel to receive further instructions.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” Mandie replied with a grateful smile. She straightened up and felt relieved as her grandmother left the desk.
Since the registration was done in alphabetical order, her friend Celia Hamilton and Celia’s mother, Jane Hamilton, had already finished and were waiting for Mandie and Mrs. Taft in the sitting room.
“Now that we have the girls registered, we should go on up to their room. Their trunks have surely been delivered by now,” Mrs. Taft told Celia’s mother.
“I should think so,” Mrs. Hamilton replied, rising from the settee by the window.
Celia also stood up, then turned to Mandie and said, “I’ll certainly be glad to change out of this travel suit.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Mandie agreed as they followed the older ladies toward the door. “I notic
ed most of the girls in line were wearing something more comfortable.”
The ladies went out the back door of the main building and crossed a driveway winding between the dormitory and another large building. Buggies and other vehicles were parked along the way. Mandie glanced at them, saw several young men standing around, and whispered to Celia, “What are those boys doing here? This is an all-girls school!”
Celia covered her mouth with her hand and whispered back, “They’re probably brothers of girls who are registering.”
As the ladies walked closer to where the boys were standing, Mandie caught the eye of the tallest one, then quickly looked away. The boys continued their conversation loudly enough for Mandie and Celia to overhear.
“Yes, they do say that boardinghouse is haunted,” the tall, thin young man was saying.
“Ah, now, I don’t believe in ghosts,” a shorter fellow replied.
“This is your first year here. Just wait until you get acquainted with some of the locals. They’ll tell you all about it,” the tall fellow said.
The third one shrugged and said, “No matter, we’ll be at the College of Charleston, anyhow.”
“Well, we won’t have to worry about it, but if there is overfill at this college, some of the young ladies will have to stay in the boardinghouse. It could be your sister,” the tall fellow pointed out to the shorter one.
The young men discontinued their conversation as Mandie and Celia walked by.
As soon as they were past the two fellows, Mandie covered her mouth and whispered to Celia, “They were just trying to get our attention.”
“Yes, I’m sure there is not a haunted boardinghouse here in Charleston,” Celia said quietly. “At least, I have never heard of one.”
“We can ask Mary Lou Dunnigan. She lives in this town, so she would know,” Mandie said.
“I wonder if she has registered yet,” Celia said.
“The out-of-town students register first, so she will probably be around tomorrow,” Mandie reminded her. “But it will be nice to see her again after the summer break from the Misses Heathwood’s School.”
Celia nodded in agreement as she and Mandie followed Mrs. Taft and Mrs. Hamilton across the courtyard.
“I just wonder if there really is anything haunted here in this town,” Mandie whispered to Celia. “It’s really old, you know, with lots of history about it.”
Mrs. Taft, hurrying ahead, stopped to look back and say, “Come on, girls. We have lots to do today.”
“Yes, ma’am,” both girls chorused, walking faster to catch up.
When they approached the door to the dormitory building, Mandie glanced back and accidentally looked directly at the tall fellow standing in the driveway, who was still watching her. Mandie felt her face turn red and she quickly followed Celia into the building.
Inside the huge double doors of the stone dormitory was a desk with an older woman sitting behind it. A sign on it read Stop here for admittance. Mrs. Taft approached the woman.
“Hello, I am Mrs. Taft,” she explained. “This is my granddaughter, Amanda Shaw, and her friend Celia Hamilton, and Mrs. Hamilton, Celia’s mother.”
The woman behind the desk quickly scanned a list of names in front of her, then looked up and smiled. “Yes, ma’am, Mrs. Taft. Their room is on the second floor, number 200.” Then, looking at Mandie and Celia, she said, “Remember, girls, that you must sign in and out every time you enter or leave the dormitory.”
“Thank you,” Mrs. Taft replied and walked on toward the huge staircase.
“So we are going to be on the second floor,” Mandie said to Celia as they and Mrs. Hamilton followed.
“And we have a guard to pass in order to get in and out of the building,” Celia commented, glancing back at the woman at the desk. “I think that’s a good thing. I’ll feel safer with someone checking everyone in and out.”
“Safer?” Mandie looked questioningly at Celia as they climbed the marble steps behind the older ladies. “What is there to be afraid of? We don’t believe in ghosts, and I don’t think young men like the ones we saw in the yard would dare come into a ladies’ building.”
“You never know,” Celia replied in a singsong voice.
“Well, at least we’ll be on the second floor, so even if they did come here, they can’t walk around outside and look in the window,” Mandie said.
The ladies reached the top of the stairway and entered a long hallway with no windows. Mrs. Taft walked ahead and found room 200 at the end of the corridor. She reached for the knob, turned it, and pushed the door open.
The girls eagerly looked past her to see what kind of room they had been assigned.
“What a large room!” Mandie exclaimed as they all stepped inside to look around. “Two huge beds with canopies!”
“Yes, this is the largest they had available,” Mrs. Taft said. “Now, I see your trunks over there in the corner. Let’s get them unpacked and we’ll go back to the hotel for something to eat.”
Mandie and Celia eagerly opened their trunks and began pulling out dresses and hanging them in the huge wardrobe in the room. Mrs. Taft and Mrs. Hamilton put the girls’ personal things in the two bureaus.
“You have your own bureaus, your own beds, several chairs, and a table,” Mrs. Hamilton remarked as she surveyed the furniture. “It seems you certainly have much more space than you did in your room back at the Misses Heathwood’s School.”
“And we even have two radiators,” Mandie said, pointing to each end of the room.
“I hope they don’t bang and hiss like the ones in our old school did,” Celia said.
“I think you girls should change out of those travel suits before we go to the hotel. I will be changing mine as soon as I get to my room there,” Mrs. Taft told them.
“Oh yes!” both girls agreed as they rushed to the wardrobe to find dresses.
“It’s much too hot for these traveling suits, anyway,” Mandie said as she quickly flipped through her dresses, looking for the one that would leave her feeling the coolest. “I don’t know why women have to wear traveling suits, but I suppose the dirt from the train would ruin a nice dress.”
“Maybe someday someone will build a train without all that smoke and soot,” Celia said with a sigh.
“Remember, girls,” Mrs. Taft interrupted their conversation, “you both have a change of clothes at the hotel to wear back to school in the morning, since you will be spending the night there with Mrs. Hamilton and me.”
As Mandie quickly slipped out of her travel suit and pulled on a blue flowered summer dress, she said, “Grandmother, we are supposed to be back here in the morning at nine o’clock for our instructions, remember?”
“Yes, I remember, dear. I’ll see that you get here on time.” Mrs. Taft sat down in one of the huge overstuffed chairs while the girls changed. “We will have our noontime meal at the hotel now, and then we should drive around the town so you girls can see exactly where y’all will be living in relation to shops and parks and such.”
“But we have seen the town before, when we were here visiting Tommy Patton and his family,” Celia reminded her as she quickly buttoned up her waist.
“I’m sure you did not get overacquainted with the town, and Tommy and his sister will both be away at other schools while you two are here, so it’s probably best if we go around town with you once,” Mrs. Hamilton said to them.
Mandie was just tucking in the loose strands of hair that had escaped from the hairpins, and then she put on her hat and secured it with a large hatpin. “This lighter dress sure feels a lot better than that heavy traveling suit!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, and we will need to shop for some of those lighter-weight traveling suits that are so popular now,” Mrs. Taft said. “Perhaps we could go shopping in New York on your Christmas holidays.”
Mandie glanced at her grandmother and said, “But I’d rather spend all my vacation time at Christmas with my mother!”
“We could make a r
ushed trip up and back. With the baby due in late December or early January, your mother wouldn’t be able to go with us,” Mrs. Taft told her.
“I’ll decide about that later,” Mandie replied, hoping to put off this conversation until closer to the holidays. “Right now I’m ready to go to the hotel.”
“You girls shouldn’t go out in this hot sunshine without your parasols,” Mrs. Hamilton said, rising from her chair. “Celia, you have the kind of complexion that will freckle very easily.”
“Yes, Mother,” Celia replied, getting her parasol from the table where she had put it. Turning to Mandie, she whispered, “A freckle or two might be interesting.”
“But you might get dozens!” Mandie warned as she grabbed her own parasol and followed the ladies out the door.
At the desk downstairs, Mrs. Taft signed them out till the next morning. Mandie hurried outside, cautiously looked around, and said to Celia, “At least those fellows are gone. I didn’t want to have to walk past them again.”
“Neither did I,” Celia admitted.
The fellows were gone, but as the ladies walked around to the front of the building they saw several conveyances with young men standing by. Mandie tried not to look at them as they walked past, but she could feel them staring at her and Celia. The young men paused in their conversation and became quiet as the girls followed Mrs. Taft and Mrs. Hamilton down the short driveway to the road in search of a carriage for hire.
Suddenly there was a quick whirl of wind, and the Spanish moss on the trees under which the ladies were walking swooped down and touched Mandie’s hat.
“Oh!” Mandie exclaimed as she reached for her hat to keep it from flying off.
“I was just thinking they need to trim back some of that moss, don’t they?” a tall blond fellow said in a British accent as he bowed slightly to Mandie and Celia.
Mrs. Taft looked back and said, “Hurry along, Amanda. We have lots to do today.”