END OF THE GREAT REBELLION
No one quite knew what happened next.
Some of the girls went off into violent hysterics;
others rushed out of the great hall, half-fainting;
while others controlled themselves and listened as
best they could. The scene was vivid and picturesque.
Mrs. Naylor sobbed quite audibly, and took hold of
Ruth’s hand, and even kissed it. But as
she did so Kathleen herself came near and flung her
arm round Ruth’s neck.
“If you mean to expel Ruth you
will expel me,” she said. “But won’t
you forgive her? If her ideas were wrong, they
were at least generous; and you know that I won’t
trouble you any more. I am very sorry, but I don’t
think that I was made to suit a great school like this,
and I give up the society-yes, absolutely-so
you won’t have any rebels present in your midst
again. Expel me, but keep her, for she will be
the flower of your school, the greatest ornament,
one you will talk of in the dim years of the future.
Don’t let me feel that I have spoilt her life.”
“But why did you act so, Kathleen
O’Hara?” said Miss Mackenzie. “Why
did you, a silly young girl, come over here, a stranger,
to ruin the school and make us all unhappy?”
“I can’t answer you that,”
said Kathleen, flinging out her hands. “I
did what I was made to do. I am a rebel by nature.
I believe I shall always be a rebel. I shall
go home to father and mother and tell them I am not
suited for a school like this. But don’t
expel Ruth, and don’t expel the others.”
“But we will all go if you are
not kept,” suddenly cried one of the sixty,
Kathleen never quite knew which; and suddenly one girl
after another began to speak up for her, and all promised
that if Kathleen were allowed to remain, and if the
whole story of the great rebellion was allowed to
blow over, they would work as they had never done before.
They wanted their queen to stay with them. Would
the governors forgive their queen, just because she
was an Irish girl and like no one else?
How it came to pass it was impossible
to tell. There was something about Kathleen-the
bold, bright, and yet generous look on her face, the
love which darted out of her eyes when she grasped
Ruth’s hand-that even impressed Miss
Mackenzie. She said after a pause that she was
willing to reconsider matters, and that she and all
the other governors would meet in a day or two to
give their opinion.
Thus the school broke up. It
had lived through its greatest and most exciting hour.
But when Kathleen was seen going through the gates,
her arm flung round Ruth’s waist, and all the
sixty girls following at her heels, such a cheer went
up from the anxious mothers and fathers and brothers-for
many fresh people had come to swell the crowd since
Kathleen entered the school-as was never
heard before in Merrifield.
Thus ended the great rebellion.
It is spoken of to this day as the greatest and most
conspicuous event in the school’s history.
For, after all, the governors were lenient, and no
girl was expelled. Kathleen, as years went on,
became far and away the most popular girl in the school.
Her talents were of the most brilliant order; her very
faults seemed in one way to add to her charms.
In one sense she was always a more or less troublesome
girl; but where she loved she loved deeply, and from
that hour she gave up all thought of rebellion either
against the governors or against Miss Ravenscroft.
Ruth was Kathleen’s greatest friend. Her
grandfather got better; his heart was never broken
by the knowledge of that terrible disgrace which the
child so feared that she would bring him. Mrs.
Church became one of the Irish alms-women, and grumbled
a good deal at the change in her position. Mrs.
Hopkins’s debt was cleared off; and all the
characters in this story did well, and were proud to
admit that they owed most of their future prosperity
to the Wild Irish Girl, Kathleen O’Hara.