RE-CREATIONS
RE-CREATIONS
BY
GRACE LIVINGSTON HILL
AUTHOR OF
TOMORROW ABOUT THIS TIME,
THE CITY OF FIRE,
MARCIA SCHUYLER, Etc.
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
LONDON
COPYRIGHT, 1921, 1922, BY GOLDEN RULE COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1924, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
PRINTED IN UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
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RE-CREATIONS
CHAPTER I
Cornelia Copley pressed her face against the window-paneof the car and smiled with brave showing ofcourage as the train moved away from the platformwhere her college mates huddled eagerly for the lastglimpse of her.
“Don’t forget to write, Cornie!” shouted a girl withblack eyes and a frantic green sweater over a green andyellow striped sport-skirt.
“Remember you’re to decorate my house when I’mmarried!” screamed a pink-cheeked damsel with blue eyesand bewitching dimples.
“Be sure to come back for commencement!” chorusedthree others as the train got fairly under way.
Cornelia watched the staid old gray buildings pencilledover with the fine lines of vines that would burst into greentenderness as soon as the spring should appear, and thoughthow many good times she had had within those walls, and,how terrible, how simply unthinkable it was that theywere over forever, and she would never be able to graduate!With gathering tears in her throat and blurringinto her vision she watched till the last flutter of the flagon the top of Dwight Hall vanished, the big old cherry-treegnarled and black against the November sky faded[Pg 6]into the end of the library, and even the college hedgewas too far back to discern; then she settled slowly backinto her seat, much as a bit of wax candle might melt anddroop before the outpouring of sudden heat. She droppedinto her seat so sadly and so crushingly that the sweet-facedlady in the long seal-skin coat across the aisle turnedand looked commiseratingly at her. Poor child! Nowwhat was she having to endure she wondered, as shewatched the sweet lips drop at the corners, the dimplesaround the eyes disappear, and the long lashes sweep downtoo late to catch the great tear that suddenly rolled outand down the round, fair cheek.
Cornelia sat with her face turned toward the window,and watched the familiar way for a long time throughunseeing eyes. She was really looking into a hard andcruel future that had suddenly swooped down upon herand torn her from her mates, her career in life, allthat she thought she held dear, and was sending her toan undesirable home among a family who did not understandher and her aspirations nor appreciate her ability.Her