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THE NATIONAL ACADEMIES PRESS • 500 Fifth Street, NW •
Washington, DC 20001
NOTICE: The project that is the subject of this report was approved
by the Governing Board of the National Research Council, whose
members are drawn from the councils of the National Academy of
Sciences, the National Academy of Engineering, and the Institute of
Medicine. The members of the committee responsible for the report
were chosen for their special competences and with regard for
appropriate balance.
Limited copies of this report are available from the Board on Army
Science and Technology, National Research Council, 500 Fifth Street,
NW, Room 940, Washington, DC 20001; (202) 334-3118.
www.national-academies.org
COMMITTEE ON REVIEW CRITERIA FOR SUCCESSFUL
TREATMENT OF HYDROLYSATE AT THE PUEBLO AND BLUE
GRASS CHEMICAL AGENT DESTRUCTION PILOT PLANTS
Staff
NANCY T. SCHULTE, Study Director
NIA D. JOHNSON, Senior Research Associate
DEANNA P. SPARGER, Program Administrative Coordinator
BOARD ON ARMY SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY
Staff
BRUCE A. BRAUN, Director
CHRIS JONES, Financial Manager
DEANNA P. SPARGER, Program Administrative Coordinator
Preface
SUMMARY
1 INTRODUCTION
Related NRC 2013 Report
Need for the Present NRC Study
Organization of This Report
Reference
2 BACKGROUND
Brief Description of the PCAPP Process
Production and Characterization of Hydrolysate
Description of the Immobilized Cell Bioreactors
Description of the Brine Reduction System
References
APPENDIXES
A Statement of Task
B Public Interest and Input Documents
C Biographical Sketches of Committee Members
D Committee Meetings
Tables, Figures, and Box
TABLES
S-1 Graded Success Scale for Use in Evaluating Overall Operation
and Individual Treatment Processes (ICBs, WRS, BRS)
S-2 Summary of Potential Technical Factors Leading to System
Failure in the Immobilized Cell Bioreactor Units, and
Contingency Options
S-3 Summary of Potential Technical Factors Leading to System
Failure in the Brine Reduction System, and Contingency
Options
FIGURES
2-1 PCAPP biotreatment area process diagram
BOX
6-1 Performance Criteria for Hydrolysate
Acronyms and Abbreviations
TDG thiodiglycol
TDS total dissolved solids
TOC total organic carbon
TSDF treatment, storage, and disposal facility
One of the last two sites with chemical munitions and chemical
materiel is the Pueblo Chemical Depot (PCD) in Pueblo, Colorado.
The stockpile at PCD consists of about 800,000 projectiles and
mortars, all of which are filled with the chemical agent mustard.
Under the direction of the Assembled Chemical Weapons Alternatives
(ACWA) program, the Army has constructed the Pueblo Chemical
Agent Destruction Pilot Plant (PCAPP)1 to destroy these munitions.
The primary technology to be used to destroy the mustard agent at
PCAPP is hydrolysis, resulting in a secondary waste stream referred
to as hydrolysate.
PCAPP features a process that will be used to treat the hydrolysate
and the thiodiglycol (TDG)—a breakdown product of mustard—
contained within. The process is a biotreatment technology that uses
what are known as immobilized cell bioreactors (ICBs). After
biodegradation, the effluent flows to a brine reduction system (BRS),
producing a solidified filter cake that is intended to be sent offsite to
a permitted hazardous waste disposal facility. Water recovered from
the brine reduction system is intended to be recycled back through
the plant, thereby reducing the amount of water that is withdrawn
from groundwater. These processes will occur within the
biotreatment area (BTA) of PCAPP. The entire process is detailed in
Chapter 2.
While hydrolysis itself is a proven technology, as is biotreatment,
never before have these technologies been combined. Considering
the first-of-a-kind nature of the application of this combination of
technologies for destruction of the mustard at PCAPP and TDG
within the hydrolysate, ACWA program officials have been concerned
that the operation may not function as designed, and have been
particularly concerned with the back end of the process,
biotreatment followed by brine reduction and water recovery. ACWA
commissioned a National Research Council (NRC) study, completed
in 2013, Review of Biotreatment, Water Recovery, and Brine
Reduction Systems for the Pueblo Chemical Agent Destruction Pilot
Plant. The authoring committee identified a number of concerns in
this report, but, overall, it had no overarching concerns that the
process would not work on mustard hydrolysate.
The ACWA program managers and the PCAPP facility, including its
contractor design, construction, and operations staffs, believe that
the facility will perform successfully. The NRC committee writing this
report believes that there is a high probability that the PCAPP facility
should be able to perform successfully. However, there is still a
possibility that the biotreatment, water recovery, and/or brine
reduction processes may not perform satisfactorily.
In the event that one or more of these systems is shut down,
even for a short period of time, destruction of the primary stockpile
at PCD may need to be halted unless there is sufficient storage
capacity for hydrolysate while agent hydrolysis continues, or there is
an alternative means for treatment of the hydrolysate. The
committee believes that destruction of the stockpile at PCD must
continue, because it is destruction of the munitions and the agent
that will reduce the primary risk to the local community. Hence, even
though the PCAPP facility is expected to be operated successfully, it
is prudent, even necessary, to establish a backup plan. Installing
additional hydrolysate storage capacity is an option but would
require additional regulatory permitting, and there may be a limit to
how much or how long hydrolysate can be stored.
Finding 1-3. Destruction of the munitions and the agent will
eliminate the primary risk to the local community. Hence, even
though the PCAPP facility is expected to perform successfully, it will
be prudent, even necessary, to establish a backup plan—an
alternative to the onsite treatment processes intended for the
hydrolysate.
STAKEHOLDER CONCERNS
REGULATORY ISSUES
TRANSPORTATION ASSESSMENT
NOTE: TSDF, treatment, storage, and disposal facility; TOC, total organic content;
TSS, total suspended solids.
The committee believes that the optimum outcome is that the
existing BTA operates without the need to implement the offsite
option. It considers offsite shipment of hydrolysate to be the last
resort, the final option on the continuum. However, if offsite
shipment of hydrolysate is implemented, one very crucial decision
that will need to be made is whether the offsite shipment is
temporary or permanent. The committee acknowledges the
possibility that once the decision to implement offsite hydrolysate
shipment is made, it may be necessary to make that process
permanent due to cost, the need for stability, or other
considerations. The committee also acknowledges that the fix or set
of fixes needed for the BTA might take only a few days, or weeks, or
even a month or two, and that it might be possible, after some
delay, to start the process again and continue with onsite
hydrolysate treatment.
Implementing offsite transport of hydrolysate will affect plant,
paper, and people, as discussed in Chapter 7, and the effort to
implement offsite transport will be considerable. If offsite transport is
implemented as a temporary fix, with the intent of restarting the BTA
processes, the effort to switch back to the BTA would also be
considerable. Depending on the length of the delay and whether
staff furloughs or layoffs have occurred, original staff may no longer
be available. Besides, if the BTA processes are restarted, there is no
guarantee that the fix will even work, and PCAPP may need to
restart offsite shipment again. Still, the committee believes that
there may be circumstances under which restarting the BTA
processes, after some delay, may be feasible. The committee
discussed at length whether a change to offsite shipment could be
temporary, or whether this change should be permanent. However,
the committee acknowledges that at this time it is impossible to
predict the exact circumstances of a failure once the plant enters
systemization or actual operations. It therefore concluded that it
would make no specific recommendation concerning the exact
nature, extent, or permanence of any option, including
implementation of permanent, offsite shipment of hydrolysate.
Recommendation 7-7. To preserve the ability to ship hydrolysate
offsite for treatment in the event that offsite shipment is found to be
the only viable option, steps should be taken as soon as possible.
Examples of such steps include initiating permit modifications;
drafting alternative standard operating procedures; preparing
transportation risk documentation; designing process safety controls,
spill containment, and fall protection for hydrolysate loading
facilities; and communicating with stakeholders about if and when
this option would be utilized, including how the stakeholders would
be involved in the decision process.
REFERENCES
NRC (National Research Council). 2008. Review of Secondary Waste Disposal
Planning for the Blue Grass and Pueblo Chemical Agent Destruction Plants.
Washington, D.C.: The National Academies Press.
PCAPP (Pueblo Chemical Agent Destruction Pilot Plant). 2014. White Paper Bio-
Treatment Area Risk Reduction and Mitigation. 24852-30H-BTA-V0001. Rev.
000. April.
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1 PCAPP is named a pilot plant because some of the processes used for
destroying the agent and munition bodies have not been used, or used in
combination with each other, before.
2 Class 8 hazmat is defined in 49 CFR 173.136 as a liquid or solid that causes
(1) full thickness destruction of human skin within a specified period of time or (2)
a specified corrosion rate of steel or aluminum.
1
Introduction
The U.S. effort to destroy its chemical weapons and materiel was
already well under way when, in 1993, it signed the Chemical
Weapons Convention (CWC),1 an international treaty outlawing the
production, stockpiling, and use of chemical weapons. The weapons
and chemical materiel at five of the nine U.S. storage sites have now
been destroyed by robotically opening the munitions, then removing,
collecting, and incinerating the chemical agent, and at two other
storage sites by hydrolyzing the agent with hot water or caustic. The
remaining two sites with chemical munitions and chemical materiel
are the Pueblo Chemical Depot (PCD) in Pueblo, Colorado, and the
Blue Grass Army Depot (BGAD) in Richmond, Kentucky.
In 1996, in response to local opposition to the use of incineration,
the U.S. Congress passed Public Laws 104-201 and 104-208. These
laws froze funds for construction of chemical agent destruction
facilities at PCD and BGAD and directed the Army to demonstrate at
least two alternatives to incineration for the destruction of the agent.
Thus, in 1996, a program then called the Assembled Chemical
Weapons Assessment (ACWA) program was established to evaluate
other means of destroying the chemical agent.
The ACWA program manager asserted early on that stakeholders
would have their voice considered in the decision-making process.
During the initial phases of the ACWA program, a panel called the
Dialogue Group was established to give stakeholders a voice in all
decision making. The Dialogue Group included representatives of
local citizens, federal, state, and local regulators, the Army, and the
National Research Council (NRC). After the technologies had been
selected, the Dialogue Group was disbanded in favor of Citizens’
Advisory Commissions (CACs), which were based in Colorado and
Kentucky. Both CACs include former members of the Dialogue Group.
The ACWA program has resulted in the selection of alternatives to
incineration at the two sites and has since June 2003 been referred
to by the same acronym, ACWA, but with a slightly different
wording: the Assembled Chemical Weapons Alternatives program.
The stockpile at PCD consists of about 800,000 projectiles and
mortars, all of which are filled with the chemical agent mustard. The
munitions consist of 105-mm and 155-mm artillery shells and 4.2-in.
mortars. The total amount of chemical agent is approximately 2,600
tons. Two forms of mustard are included: HD, distilled mustard, with
the chemical formula Cl-CH2-CH2-S-CH2-CH2-Cl, and HT, an ether
form of HD, (Cl-CH2-CH2-S-CH2-CH2)2O. All the projectiles and three-
quarters of the mortars contain HD; the rest of the mortars contain
HT. All the munitions and their quantities are listed in Table 1-1.
The facility to destroy the munitions at PCD is called the Pueblo
Chemical Agent Destruction Pilot Plant (PCAPP). At the writing of this
report, the plant has been constructed and is now completing
systemization. Risk reduction and mitigation studies are being
conducted concurrent with systemization. Processing of the mustard
munitions through the plant is scheduled to begin in September
2015.2 It is expected that it will require between 4 and 5 years to
completely destroy the PCD stockpile. The PCAPP process involves
hydrolysis of the mustard, followed by biotreatment of the residual,
known as hydrolysate, in immobilized cell bioreactors (ICBs), and
treatment of the ICB effluent in a brine reduction system (BRS).
While destruction of the mustard itself is conducted under the
auspices of the CWC, because the hydrolysate contains thiodiglycol
(TDG), a Schedule 2 compound3 under the CWC, the biodegradation
process is also subject to CWC oversight. The TDG will be
biodegraded within the ICBs.
NOTE: HD, distilled mustard agent; HT, distilled mustard mixed with bis(2-
chloroethylthioethyl) ether.
“In those dark woods, with horrid, creepy, crawling things!” cried
Edna. “Never. I can almost see a snake now! Oh!”
“Silly!” snapped Tavia, as she made her way out of the car. She
stood watching Jake make his preparations for replacing the
damaged tire, and even offered to help him work the lifting jack.
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” was the answer, while Tavia actually did
work the handle of the implement that raised the auto wheel clear
from the ground.
“And a good thing there are no more,” spoke Nita, as she looked
closely at her chum, wondering, as others had done that day, what
was troubling Dorothy.
For that something was troubling our heroine was evident. It
plainly showed on her face, though she tried to hide it and be her
usually jolly self—jolly, however, in a way different from Tavia.
“I knew there was something queer about this auto,” came from
Tavia with a laugh. “It’s been putting on ‘lugs,’ as the boys say. It got
too gay, and had a puncture. Isn’t that it, Jake?”
“Yes, miss, I guess so, but if you wouldn’t mind, please, holding
that light a little more over this way, I could see better.”
“That’s the time Tavia got a ‘call-down,’ to use some of her own
slang,” commented Molly. “But, Doro, what are ‘lugs,’ pray tell?”
“No, I’ll soon have it on,” the man said, and he was as good as his
word. Then Tavia scrambled up to her seat, after insisting on helping
Jake to put away his tools, and the car started off again, amid heart-
felt murmurs of thanks from the rather tired young ladies.
The machine was gliding over the hills through the moonlight, and
soon the towers of Glenwood would be seen. The “Light House,” the
girls always called the big light in the tower that gleamed until the
village bell struck midnight.
Cologne was in the rear seat with Dorothy. Molly Richards made
the trio, while next came Nita, Lena, and a little frightened girl, all
the way from Georgia. It was her first term, and all the escapades
did not help to make her impression of school life in the North any
the less mystifying.
For a few moments the girls waited rather anxiously. Then the
chauffeur came back to the car.
“Can’t just say yet,” answered Jacob, “but I think it’s one of them
velvet poodles that someone has dropped out of a car.”
“Oh, do let me have it,” begged Jean, who, being with Jake
naturally felt the best right to his find.
“I’ve got to look him over, and see as he isn’t hurt,” replied the
driver. “A little fluff of a thing like this doesn’t lie in the road, when
he’s got the use of his legs.”
“Let us see him, Jake,” implored Tavia. “You know I always take
good care of the Glen dogs—when there are any.”
“So you do—so you do. Well, here it is, as I must be getting on.
But be careful he doesn’t snap. Can’t tell about toy dogs. They’re not
hounds, you know,” and he handed first to Dorothy and she in turn
handed back to Tavia, the little, silken animal that Jake had picked
up on the lonely road.
Jean was piqued. She intended to conquer even Jake, and she
really did like a white toy dog. First she had been obliged to go to
Glenwood in the motor, when she had been all settled for the night,
and wanted to wait for the morning train. Next, she sat outside with
the driver and he refused her simplest request.
“It’s all because of that Dale girl,” she muttered to herself, while
she smiled at Jake. “Won’t you let me drive the car a little way,
please?” she asked. “I am used to motors, and I love to drive on
these hard clean roads.”
Jake looked at her keenly. “I’ve no doubt but you can drive,” he
replied, “but you see I’m responsible to Mrs. Pangborn, and it would
be a queer story for me to tell, if anything happened, that I had let a
school-girl run the big car at this hour of the night.”
Of course the front windows being down, and Jake speaking with
unmistakable distinctness, everyone in the car heard the reply to
Jean.
Tavia was too busy with the poor little white dog to notice. She
had made a bed for him, and indeed the little thing unmistakably
needed rest. He sighed and panted, then he licked the girl’s hands.
“Poor, little thing,” said Edna, “do you suppose some chauffeur
dropped him, and never missed him?”
“If you wake my dog it will not be love for you,” threatened the
other.
“There’s the lights!” called a quartette, for indeed the tower light
of Glenwood shone brightly at the next turn.
Then such cheers! Jake clung to the wheel as if the car might shy
at the noise.
It was past nine o’clock when the Glenwood girls reached the hall,
and was, therefore, too late to go in for any of the pranks usually
indulged in on the first night. To be sure there was some fun.
Cologne managed to lay hold of some small boxes, that looked
surprisingly like confections. They were placed on a table, waiting to
be claimed, and it seemed no harm for her to claim them. Dorothy
refused to take part in the “raid,” but Tavia and Edna did not have to
be coaxed.
A piece of paper fell from between two of the boxes, as Tavia cut
a pink cord that held them together.
“All the more fun,” said Tavia hiding the ill-gotten goods in the fold
of her blouse as a teacher passed, and said good-night.
“Better get it hid in some place,” suggested Edna. “If Dick comes
along she’ll smell the stuff.”
Tavia carefully took the boxes out of her blouse, and very gingerly
set them down again on the table.
“There,” she said, “Miss Jean Faval there’s your candy! I believe
it’s poisoned!”
“Why Tavia——”
They found Dorothy ready for bed, but Tavia insisted on telling the
story of the “poisoned candy.”
Edna and Cologne got up from the rug they had been sitting on.
Cologne had allowed her heavy brown hair to fall to her waist, and
Edna had likewise made that same preparation for retiring.
Tavia stifled a yawn. “I’m not a bit sleepy,” she declared. “And I
think, after all, I’ll just take a chance at those chocolates. I’m
starved for sweets.”
“Oh, Tavia! Don’t!” implored Edna. “I think we got off well enough
to leave well enough alone.”
But Tavia was already poking her head out of the door.
Cologne made a move to grasp Tavia’s skirt but failed. Dorothy sat
up and shook her head helplessly. “I may as well give up sleep until
that girl knows all about those plagued chocolates,” she said with a
sigh. “I can’t see why she is so interested.”
But over in her own corner, under her own lamp, Tavia read a
name on a slip of paper. Then she put it in her letter box, and turned
out the lights.
Two more days and school would formally open. That which
followed the arrival of some belated girls from the West dawned as
perfect as a September day could blaze, and Dorothy was at her
window, looking over the hills before Tavia had so much as given a
first yawning signal of waking.
Few of the girls were awake as she passed lightly through the
halls. Maids were already busy with sweepers and brushes.
Dorothy knew many of the help, and bade them a pleasant good
morning. From the broad veranda she stopped to look at the
growing day.
“I think I won’t go to the stables,” she decided. “I’ll go out and get
a bunch of late flowers. Mrs. Pangborn is so fond of them.”
Down the roadway she ran. The whistle of an engine attracted her
attention.
“Why,” she mused, “there is the new station, and a train stopping!
What an innovation for Glenwood! I must go over and see what the
station looks like.”
A narrow path led through the elders and birches. Bluejays were
out-doing one another with their screeching, while birds that could
sing kept a scornful silence. Everything was so heavy with nature.
Dorothy almost forgot that it was to-day she had promised to tell
Tavia of her troubles!
Passing through the lane brought her out into an open roadway,
newly made. A pretty little stone station, the rural and artistic kind,
filled in the space beyond, and a high terrace, unfinished, showed
that Glenwood station was to be carefully kept.
The train that Dorothy had heard whistling was just coming in.
The new station was not yet opened, but a short distance from it
was an improvised lunch room, a sort of shack made of unpainted
boards, and thin awnings. The train stopped, and the conductor
hurried to the little lunch room. Dorothy saw that a girl, alone, stood
behind the queer, long, board table, and that beside her was a
telegraph instrument. Seeing Dorothy she called to her.
“Could you come here for a few minutes?” she asked. “I have an
important train message and no one to leave the shop to.”
“You see,” began the girl, “father is sick, but we have to keep our
contract with the road, or lose the privilege in the new station. We
have to have a lunch room, and a newspaper stand and also attend
to messages. This I just received. I will have to deliver it on my
bicycle. I am so glad you came along. No one is apt to be out so
early. If any one wants coffee could you serve it?”
“I’ll do the best I can,” she answered, noticing that the black-
haired girl had a deep line across her brow. “But I’m afraid——”
An old man thrust his face in under the wooden flap that was up
in the day time, and put down at night.
Dorothy turned to the big coffee urn, and for the first time noticed
that there was a fire under it.
The next thing Dorothy did was to look at the man who had given
her the first order at the improvised restaurant. He was smiling at
her—a frank, pleasant smile, that had in it not the least suggestion
of familiarity.
“Not exactly,” was her answer. “That is—well, I’m not really used
to this sort of work, and——”
“You don’t know how to run that machine—isn’t that it?” he asked,
nodding brightly. “Confess now, that you don’t know how to get
coffee out of it.”
“That’s it,” said Dorothy with an air of relief that he had divined
her trouble. “There are so many attachments to it that I really don’t
know which one to turn to get the coffee out.”
“In the first place,” spoke the man, “is there coffee in it?”
“I think so.”
“Yes, the young lady who runs it, and who had to get off in a
hurry to deliver a message, said so.”
“No, don’t!” cried the man suddenly. “It may not be the right one,
and you might scald yourself. Let me come in and maybe I can find
the right thing to twist.”
“No, it isn’t that,” and she was conscious of a movement under the
counter.
“Well, then, is it because you think I don’t know how to run that
machine? I confess that I haven’t a working knowledge of it. A
planing mill is more in my line. Now if you were to ask me to get you
out so many feet of inch pine, tongue and groove, or something like
that, I could do it in no time, but I will admit that getting coffee out
of a contraption like that is a little beyond me. An old fashioned pot
is simpler. Still, if I came behind, I might help you.”
“Oh, I see,” said the man. “He doesn’t like strangers. Well, maybe
I can help you from outside here. I’ve no desire to be made into
mincemeat so early in the morning.”
“Try that faucet there,” suggested the man, pointing to the largest
one, of a number that adorned the shining bit of machinery.
Dorothy did so, forgetting to hold a cup under it. A stream of cold
water spurted out.
“More like sugar, I should say,” spoke the man. “Tut! Tut!” he
exclaimed, as he saw a frown pass over Dorothy’s face. “No harm
intended. Besides, I’m nearly old enough to be your father. Now
about the coffee. I really need some and I haven’t much time to
spare.”
“Suppose I try this faucet?” suggested Dorothy, and she put her
hand on a second shining handle.
“Do,” begged the hungry man.
“The other way,” directed the man. “It’s one of those patent
faucets, I guess. Turn it the other way.”
She did so, and a brown stream, hot and fragrant, trickled out. It
splashed on the board counter.
“I guess you’d better take a cup,” said the man with a smile.
“We’ve found the right place this time, and there’s no use wasting
the coffee. Sorry I’ve been such a bother, but I really would use a
cup.” Dorothy laughed frankly. Her nervousness was passing away.
On a side shelf of the queer little restaurant she saw that the iron-
china cups were piled up. She reached for one, filled it with the
smoking coffee, and handed it to the man outside the flap.
Dorothy looked around and smelled ham. The bread was in a box,
and almost fell at her feet as she searched for it.
“Plenty of mustard,” demanded the customer, and this time the
strange waitress began to think she would fail to fill the order.
“He’s tied,” said Dorothy, “but I think it will be best for me to look
on the shelf there, where the canned goods are. Yes, it’s here,” and
she brought down a big yellow bottle of sandwich-flavoring stuff.
“Here, I’ll cut the ham. I’ve got to get away. I’m late now,” and he
proceeded to “cut the ham” after the manner in which he had
attacked the bread. Dorothy was afraid she had made a great
mistake. There would be nothing left for the train people if he kept
on.
“How much?”
“I really don’t know,” Dorothy replied, “but if you have been in the
habit of eating here just whatever you always pay will do.”
“Guess you had better charge it then,” he said, and before she had
time to reply he was off down the track, wiping his mouth with his
red handkerchief as he went.
Long arms were reached inside the open window, and cups and
saucers brought down to wait for the coffee.
“I’m not the girl who—who—runs this place,” Dorothy said, timidly,
as one very rough-looking man shouted again his order. “I only
stepped in to—watch the place, until the other girl gets back. I do
wish she would come,” and, filling a big pitcher with the coffee from
the urn she placed it before the hungry men.
“But we can’t eat again until noon,” declared a big fellow, who
spoke with the unmistakable Maine tang, “and this joint is run
special for car men. I’ll have them folks reported,” and he brought
his hand down on the counter so that the heavy cups danced.
“Oh, please don’t do that!” begged Dorothy, “for the young lady
said her father was ill, and I am sure something important has
detained her. I will do the very best I can.”
His voice made her start. She turned and faced—Mr. Armstrong!
Dorothy tried to explain, but her confusion was now more than
excitement—it was akin to collapse.
“Oh, if you only would! I cannot find anything more to eat,” and
she brushed back her hair, in lieu of rolling up her sleeves.
Another toot, and the men rushed off, half emptied cups in hand,
sandwiches in pocket, and the rack of pastry left empty, inside the
counter, where it had fallen as the last pie was grabbed from its
wires.
“Don’t worry about that,” Mr. Armstrong told her. “Likely they will
toss them out the car windows. They’re that sort that never breaks.
But I’m glad they’re gone. You look quite done out.”
“And just think! I have been away from the hall for the past hour.
They will think I’m drowned, or lost or——”
“Eloped,” finished the young man. “Well, I’m sure you did this to
help someone, and if your success as a lunch counter manager is
doubtful, no one could criticise your courage. Now, you had better
shut this place up, before another avalanche swoops down, and, if
you don’t mind, I’ll walk along with you. I can get the seven-ten
easily, and have the pleasure of an early walk. To be honest,
travelling on that train was not altogether pleasant.”
She looked anxiously over the hills. There was a wheel coming.
Yes, and that was the girl, with the blue suit.
“Oh, there she comes!” went on Dorothy. “Whatever will she think
of this wreck and ruin?”
“From remarks I heard among the trainmen she may be glad they
got coffee,” said Mr. Armstrong.
The bicycle had stopped now. The girl jumped off, and hurried to
Dorothy.
“That train was the track foreman’s. It was all right; no matter
what you did as long as you kept the window open,” said the girl
gratefully. “But I am afraid I have gotten you into trouble. Do you go
to Glenwood?”
“Yes,” replied Dorothy.
“I thought so. Well, the young ladies are looking for you. I heard
one say——”
“What?” asked Dorothy, but no direct answer was given, for school
girls were seen coming over the hill, and it was Jean Faval who was
first to hail the finding of Dorothy, and she, also, who first reported
that she was in the company of a young man!
CHAPTER VIII
DOROTHY’S WORRIES
It did look strange. Dorothy had gone out before any of her
companions were about, and now, after being away two hours she
was found returning in the company of a young man.
It might have been different if Tavia, and the girls who had met
Mr. Armstrong on the train, had chosen to go toward the depot
instead of seeking Dorothy in the opposite direction; but when Jean
Faval met her, there were with Jean three of the new girls, and of
course, they neither knew Dorothy nor her companion.
Small things grow quickly when they have plenty of room, and
Dorothy’s escapade, being the one thing worth talking of at
Glenwood, soon amounted to a sensational story, fanned by the
gossips and nurtured by her rival in the school.
What girl has gone through school without some such similar
experience? And does it not always occur at the most unexpected
times?
“What ailed me, Tavia, does not exactly ail me now. I have just
learned how some girls have to make a living.”
Saying this Dorothy sank back, rather unlike herself, for the
morning had been warm, and her duties anything but refreshing.
“Dorothy, you are so unlike yourself. And you have no idea how
much trouble that Jean Faval can make,” insisted Tavia, with more
spirit than she usually showed.
She was worried, but since she had tried to run a lunch room, and
had discovered how hard some girls, as young as herself, had to
work, the thought that some day she too, might have to do
something to earn money, did not seem so appalling. Should she tell
Tavia?
“But, Dorothy, I can’t believe that will happen. Your father has
always been so wise,” and Tavia smoothed the ribbon on Dorothy’s
light hair. “If it should happen——”
“It certainly was rather an unfortunate start for the first morning,”
Dorothy agreed. “But, Tavia, I wish you could have seen me. If Mr.
Armstrong had not just come along then, I would have run away,
and left the whole place to those greedy men. I could not have
stood it five minutes longer.”
“It must have been funny. I’ll have to take my lunch down there
some early morning. Maybe another nice Mr. Armstrong might come
along. But say, Doro, did you hear about the hall table candy?”
“Of course, and Mrs. Pangborn was more frightened than Jean, for
she said the stuff might have a poison in it. Now everyone is waiting
to see who will drop dead,” and Tavia laughed as if such an
occurrence would be very funny.
“Let’s hurry. We will get the second table now, and it’s such a
beautiful day to be out,” Dorothy said. “I feel better, really, for
having told you about my worries. Perhaps I will get a letter with
good news.”
“I hope so. But let me tell you something. If we really need money
I’ll advertise the little dog. Jake says he’s a thoroughbred.”
“He may be some child’s pet, and you ought to advertise him,
anyhow,” Dorothy said. “There are Cologne and Edna. They have
finished.”
“That was a neat trick,” Edna added jokingly, “to go out before
daylight, and come back with such a yarn! You ought to hear what