Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall; or, Solving the Campus Mystery

								


Produced by Al Haines

[Frontispiece: "IT'S A BEAUTIFUL OLD PLACE, HELEN," SIGHED RUTH.]

Ruth Fielding
at Briarwood Hall
OR
Solving the Campus Mystery

BY
ALICE B. EMERSON

  AUTHOR OF "RUTH FIELDING OF THE RED MILL,"
"RUTH FIELDING AT LIGHTHOUSE POINT," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED

NEW YORK
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

Books for Girls
BY ALICE B. EMERSON

RUTH FIELDING SERIES
l2mo Cloth. Illustrated.
RUTH FIELDING OF THE RED MILL
Or, Jasper Parloe's Secret.
RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL
Or, Solving the Campus Mystery.
RUTH FIELDING AT SNOW LODGE
Or, Lost in the Backwoods.
RUTH FIELDING AT LIGHTHOUSE POINT
Or, Nita, the Girl Castaway.
RUTH FIELDING AT SILVER RANCH
Or, Schoolgirls Among the Cowboys.

CUPPLES & LEON Co., PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.

COPYRIGHT, 1913, BY
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL

CONTENTS
CHAPTER



     I.  THE EXODUS

    II.  THE MAN WITH THE HARP

   III.  APPROACHING THE PROMISED LAND

    IV.  THE RIVALRY OF THE UPEDES AND THE FUSSY CURLS

     V.  THE DUET

    VI.  THE ENTERING WEDGE

   VII.  THE UPEDES
VIII.  THE MARBLE HARP

    IX.  THE GHOSTLY TRIBUNAL

     X.  SOMETHING MORE THAN GHOSTS

    XI.  THE VOICE OF THE HARP

   XII.  THE MYSTERY DEEPENS
XIII.  BEGINNINGS

   XIV.  THE SWEETBRIARS

    XV.  THE NIGHT OF HARPOCRATES

   XVI.  THE HAWK AMONG THE CHICKENS
XVII.  GOODY TWO-STICKS
XVIII.  THE MYSTERY AGAIN

   XIX.  THE TRIUMVIRATE

    XX.  AT TRITON LAKE

   XXI.  ON THE ICE
XXII.  THE HARPIST ONCE MORE
XXIII.  THE SECRET
XXIV.  WHO IS THE "TATTLE-TALE?"

   XXV.  GETTING ON

RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL

CHAPTER I
THE EXODUS
The sun was a regular lie-abed on this Autumn morning, banked about by
soft clouds and draperies of mist; but they glowed pink along the
horizon--perhaps blushing for Old Sol's delinquency.  The mist hung
tenderly over the river, too--indeed, it masked the entire Valley of
the Lumano--lying thick and dank upon the marshes and the low meadows,
but wreathed more lightly about the farmhouses and their outbuildings,
and the fodder and haystacks upon the higher ground.
But suddenly the sun flung off the bedclothes and leaped right into the
sky.  That long, low bank of cloud that had been masking him, melted
away and the shreds of mist were burned up in a hurry as his warm rays
spread abroad, taking the entire valley in their arms.
Farmhouses, where the kitchen chimney smoke had been rising straightly
into the air, immediately put on a new bustle.  Doors opened and shut.
There was the stamping of horses in the stables as they crunched their
corn; cows lowed as the milk-pails rattled; sheep baa-a-ed in their
folds, and the swine, fearing that some other of the farm stock would
get their share of the breakfast, squealed in eager anticipation.