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Still later, as the two Norths rode homeward, the older turned a speculative eye on his son. "Win, how did you meet Miss Murdaugh? Don't look at me like that, you young pirate! I mean the first time. I overheard some of your conversation before dinner."
Not one of the trio had been able to judge Dick's ball. Central Grammar had won the first game by the close score of three to two. That, however, was as good for all purposes as any other could possibly be. "What ails you Norths?" amiably remarked Ted Teall. "Is it the gayness of your uniforms? The red gets in your eyes and keeps you from seeing the ball." "You're not funny," glowered Hi Martin.
She did not add that Peter had left them at his own turning, a quarter of a mile away. "I thought he wasn't going to be at Mrs. North's for dinner," Anne observed quietly, in the silence. She had been informally asked to the Norths' for dinner that evening herself, and had declined for no other reason than that attractive Martin Lloyd was presumably not to be there. "He wasn't," Cherry said.
It makes me love Him so much to think of that. That is one of the things Cousin Amy told me." "Who is she? Does she live here?" "Oh, no; she is not one of these Norths; she is one of my other uncle's daughters; and she was staying here in the autumn. She taught me more about the Lord Jesus than any one else, except you." "Did I?" asked Arthur. "Why, you know you did.
Thereafter the game went badly for the North Grammars, for most of the players lost their nerve. Hi, himself, proved unworthy to be captain, he had so little head left for the game. The contest ended with a score of nine to two in favor of the South Grammars. "That will be about all for the Norths," remarked Ted, with a cheerful grin, as be met Hi Martin at the close of the game.
It was a cool evening, and after dinner they all gathered about the fire; Martin and Cherry murmuring together in the ingle seat, and the others only occasionally drawing them into the general conversation. Peter and the Norths had come in for coffee, Mrs. North giving Cherry a maternal kiss as she greeted her.
Above all, he would know that Barbara herself had systematically lied to him ever since she could talk at all. And he had a horror of a lie. "Don't," she cried, weakly. "Don't go." "You promised Barbara," he said, gently. Then he added, proudly: "The Norths never go back on their spoken or written word. It is in the blood to be true and you have promised. I shall go to-morrow."
The instant that Ted stepped to the plate a score of North Grammar fans yelled: "Bang!" From another group of Norths came: "Ow-ow-ow!" This was followed by some fantastic jumping. "Huh! Those fellows don't show much brains!" uttered Teall wearily. "They have to steal a josh from the Centrals." It did not annoy Ted to-day. He had expected this greeting, and had steeled himself against it.
In the meantime Dick Prescott was being surrounded by anxious Central Grammar boys. "Dick," said one of them, while others listened eagerly, "you beat the Norths. But you didn't give them any such drubbing as the Souths did to-day. Are they a better nine than ours?" "No," Prescott answered promptly. "Yet they whipped the Norths worse than we did. Can we down the Souths?" "Yes," nodded Prescott.
The three young Norths were the flower of Glendour: a Scotch village in western Pennsylvania, where the spirits of John Knox and Robert Burns lived face to face, separated by a great gulf. On one side of the street, near the river, was the tavern, where the lights burned late, and the music went to the tune of "Wandering Willie" and "John Barleycorn."
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