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CHAPTER XVII
BURYING THE HATCHET
It was some days before Julia Crosby was able to return to school, but
when she did put in an appearance, she lost no time in taking her class in
hand and bringing about a much-needed reform. The part played by Grace
Harlowe in Julia's rescue had been related by her to various classmates
who had visited her during her illness, and Grace found that the older
girls were inclined to lionize her more than she cared to be. She received
praise enough to have completely turned her head had she not been too
sensible to allow it to do so.
After holding a conference with Julia, the two girls sent out notices to
their respective classes that a grand reunion of the two classes would
take place on the next Saturday afternoon at one o'clock, at the old
Omnibus House, providing the weather permitted. A tax of twenty-five cents
apiece was levied on the members of both classes. "Please pay your money
promptly to the treasurer of your class," ended the notices, "if you wish
to have plenty to eat. Important rites and ceremonies will be observed.
You will be sorry if you stay away, as an interesting program is
promised. Please keep this notice a secret."
"The field back of the Omnibus House is an ideal place for the burial,"
Julia told Grace. "It was there that the 'Black Monks of Asia' held their
revel and were unmasked by the freshmen. Besides, it's quiet and we shan't
be disturbed."
Grace agreed with her, and the two girls outlined the proceedings with
many a chuckle.
The junior and sophomore classes had been requested to go directly to the
Omnibus House.
"It would be great to have both classes march out there, but we should
have the whole of Oakdale marching with us before we arrived at the sacred
spot," observed Grace, with a giggle.
"If we don't have a lot of freshmen to suppress it will be surprising. I
do hope the girls haven't told anyone," Julia answered. "By the way, we
have a hatchet at home that will be just the thing to bury. It is more
like a battle-ax than anything else, and looks formidable enough to
represent the feeling that the juniors and sophomores are about to bury.
Now, Grace, you must prepare a speech, for we ought to have representative
remarks from both classes. Then Anne Pierson must recite 'The Bridge of
Sighs,' after I have made it over to suit the occasion. We'll have to
have some pallbearers. Three girls from each class will do."
Julia planned rapidly and well. Grace listened attentively. The junior
captain had remarkable energy. It was easy to see why Julia had always
headed her class. Julia in turn, was equally impressed with Grace's
ability. A mutual admiration society bade fair to spring up between the
two, so recently at swords' points.
On Saturday the weather left nothing to be desired. It seemed like a day
in late spring, although it was in reality early March. At one o'clock
precisely the two classes, with the exception of one member, assembled.
Julia Crosby acting as master of ceremonies, formed the classes in two
lines, and marched them to the middle of the field. Here, to their
complete mystification, they saw a large hole about four feet in depth had
been dug.
"Who on earth dug that hole, and what is it for?" inquired a curious
sophomore.
"Hush!" said Julia Crosby reverently. "That is a grave. Be patient. Curb
your rising curiosity. Soon you shall know all."
"Assistant Master Harlowe, will you arrange the esteemed spectators, so
that the ceremony may proceed?"
Grace stepped forward and solemnly requested the girls to form a double
line on each side of the opening. The shorter girls were placed in the
front rows.
"The sophomores will now sing their class song," directed the master of
ceremonies.
When the sophomores had finished, the juniors applauded vigorously. The
juniors' song was next in order and the sophomores graciously returned the
applause.
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