The Mystery Girl — Reading Notes

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Authors: Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942 Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2014 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

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Carolyn Wells's 1922 mystery set in a New England college town, where the election of a new university president precedes a suspicious death. The narrative hinges on ambiguous evidence, conflicting testimonies, and the enigmatic Anita Austin, whose presence and motives are questioned by townspeople and investigators alike.

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not an old fogy, nor yet a hide-bound or narrow-minded back number. But he did put mental attainment ahead of physical prowess, and he did hold by certain old-fashioned principles and methods, which he and his constituents felt to be the backbone of the old and honored institution.

Wherefore, though his election was an accomplished fact, John Waring had made enemies that seemed likely never to be placated.

But Waring’s innate serenity and acquired poise were not disturbed by adverse criticism, he was a man with an eye single to his duty as he saw it. And he accepted the position of responsibility and trust, simply and sincerely with a determination to make his name honored among the list of presidents.

Inauguration, however, would not take place until June, and the months from February on would give him time to accustom himself to his new duties, and to learn much from the retiring president.

Yet it must not be thought that John Waring was unpopular. On the contrary, he was respected and liked by everybody in Corinth. Even the rival faction conceded his ability, his sterling character and his personal charm. And their chagrin and disappointment at his election was far more because of their desire for the other candidate’s innovations than of any dislike for John Waring as a man.

Of course, there were some who candidly expressed their disapproval of the new president, but, so far, no real opposition was made, and it was hoped there would be none.

Now, whether because of the exigencies of his new position, or merely because of the irresistible charms of Mrs. Bates, Waring expected to make the lady his wife before his inauguration.

“And a good thing,” his neighbor, Mrs. Adams, observed. “John Waring ought to’ve been somebody’s good-looking husband long ago, but a bachelor president of Corinth is out of all reason! Who’d stand by his side at the receptions, I’d like to know?”

For certain public receptions were dearly loved by the citizens of Corinth, and Mrs. Adams was one of the most reception-loving of all.

As in all college towns, there were various and sundry boarding houses, inns and hotels of all grades, but the boarding house of Mrs. Adams was, without a dissenting voice, acclaimed the most desirable and most homelike.

The good lady’s husband, though known as “Old Salt,” was by no means a seafaring man, nor had he ever been. Instead, he was a leaf on a branch of the Saltonstall family tree, and the irreverent abbreviation had been given him long ago, and had stuck.

“Yes, indeed,” Mrs. Adams asserted, “we’ve never had a bachelor president of Corinth and I hope we never will. Mrs. Bates is a nice sweet-spoken lady, a widow of four years standing, and I do say she’s just the one for Doctor Waring’s wife. She has dignity, and yet she’s mighty human.”

Emily Bates was human. Not very tall, a little inclined to plumpness, with fair hair and laughing blue eyes, she was of a cozy, home-loving sort, and her innate good nature and ready tact were unfailing.

At first she had resisted John Waring’s appeal, but he persisted, until she found she really liked the big, wholesome man, and without much difficulty learned to love him.

Waring was distinguished-looking rather than handsome. Tall and well-made, he had a decided air of reserve which he rarely broke through, but which, Emily Bates discovered, could give way to confidences showing depths of sweetness and charm.

The two were happily matched. Waring was forty-two and Mrs. Bates half a dozen years younger. But both seemed younger than their years, and retained their earlier tastes and enthusiasms.

Also both were bound up, heart and soul, in the welfare of the University. Mrs. Bates’ first husband had been one of its prominent professors and its history and traditions were known and loved by the cheery little lady.

Perhaps the only person in Corinth who was not pleased at the approaching nuptials of John Waring and Emily Bates was Mrs. Peyton, Waring’s present housekeeper. For it meant the loss of her position, which she had faithfully filled for ten years or more. And this meant the loss of a good and satisfactory home, not only for herself, but for her daughter Helen, a girl of eighteen, who lived there also.

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The novel opens not with a crime but with a college presidential election, establishing Corinth as a town steeped in intellectual pride and factional strife. The description of the setting—"tree-shaded village green" and "white-columned homes"—is precise, yet the narrator quickly undercuts this placid image by noting the bitterness between conservative and progressive factions. This tension, rather than a murder, provides the initial friction.

Wells's diction in these early pages is notably detached: the town "fairly radiated a satisfied sense of its own superiority," a phrase that hints at complacency ripe for disruption. The elected president, John Waring, is described as possessing "innate serenity and acquired poise," qualities that will later be tested. The author's choice to foreground institutional politics before personal drama signals that the mystery will be entangled with communal dynamics, not merely individual motives.

Diction of Deception and Doubt

Wells crafts dialogue that reveals character through verbal tics and evasions. When Lockwood denies knowledge of Anita Austin's late-night visit, he insists, "I don't know anything about it, and I don't believe it." The repetition of "don't" underscores his defensive posture. Later, he claims, "Common sense. Even if Miss Austin did come over here for any reason she would have come by the street, not across the snowy field." The phrase "any reason" is deliberately vague, leaving room for unspoken possibilities.

Attorney Cray, by contrast, uses pointed interruptions: "But she says she saw the girl coming over here late that night—" The dash implies a withheld accusation. Wells also employs physical cues to undercut spoken words: Lockwood's "phlegmatic calm" is noted as a facade, and his "obvious indifference" is described as a performance that "carried conviction." The narrator thus invites readers to distrust surfaces.

The Function of Setting in Suspicion

Corinth is more than backdrop; its geography becomes evidence. The footprints "leading across the field" are debated: Lockwood attributes them to Nogi, a servant, while Cray suggests they could belong to a woman. The field itself—a snowy, unlit space—functions as a liminal zone where actions are hidden and interpretations clash. Wells emphasizes this by having characters argue over the same physical trace, each reading it to suit their theory.

The Adams house, where Anita boards, is another charged location. Old Salt Adams warns Cray to "go slow" and notes that circumstantial evidence "isn't always dependable." His caution echoes the novel's broader skepticism toward easy conclusions. The house's interior—a sitting room where interviews occur—becomes a stage for confrontations, its closed doors suggesting secrets held within.

Portraying the Enigmatic Anita Austin

Anita Austin is introduced through Cray's assessing gaze: "a siren" with an "oval, olive face" and "scarlet lips" that appear natural. The description is both admiring and objectifying, reflecting the male characters' tendency to view her as a puzzle to be solved. Her clothing—a "smart little gown of black taffeta" with "crisp, chic frills"—is noted in detail, yet its meaning is ambiguous: "Whether this was meant as mourning wear or not, Cray could not determine."

Wells withholds Anita's interiority, presenting her only through external observation. She is "wholly unconscious of her" effect, a phrase that suggests either innocence or calculation. The nickname "Miss Mystery" (used in chapter titles) reinforces her role as an enigma. The narrative never grants her a first-person perspective, keeping her opaque and subject to others' interpretations.

Evidence, Inference, and Unreliable Narration

Wells structures the mystery around contested evidence: a missing five hundred dollars, a ruby pin, and a broken teacup (chapter IV). Characters treat these objects as proof, but their significance shifts depending on who interprets them. Lockwood dismisses the Bascom spinster's testimony as unreliable, calling her a "gossiping old maid," while Cray uses her story to build a case. The narrator does not endorse either view, leaving readers to weigh the sources.

The penholder—described as "sharp, round"—is cited as a potential weapon, yet this detail is introduced casually, almost as an afterthought. Wells thus mimics the way real investigations seize on trivial items. The novel's title, The Mystery Girl, foregrounds a person rather than a crime, suggesting that the central puzzle is identity itself. By the excerpts' end, no definitive answer has been given, and the reader is left with competing narratives.

Wells's novel rewards attention to its verbal and structural choices: the way a character's denial is phrased, the placement of a physical clue, the selective revelation of setting. The excerpts offer a cross-section of a mystery that is as much about perception as about guilt. Readers may find it useful to track how each character's language—whether evasive, accusatory, or cautious—shapes the unfolding investigation, and to note where the narrator withholds judgment, leaving gaps for the reader to fill.

This book’s quiet ambiguities reminded me of an old college friend who always kept her motives tucked away, like Anita’s smile. Reading about conflicting testimonies brought me back to that same unease I felt with The Abandoned Farmers His Humorous Account of a Retreat from the City to the Farm — Edition Insights—that gentle, doubtful humor about why we do what we do. Some stories just linger that way.