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He grew still more impatient when the day came for him to return to college; and as they started out on horseback, with Zeke and Big Abel riding behind their masters, he declared irritably that the whole system of education was a nuisance, and that he "wished the ark had gone down with all the ancient languages on board." "There would still be law," suggested Morson, pleasantly.
The next moment he was telling himself that "the girl was a tearing beauty." He liked that modest droop of her head and those bashful soft eyes, as if, by George, as if she were really afraid of him. Or was it Champe or Jack Morson that she bent her bewitching glance upon?
"It has had a fair share of my thoughts, I'm forced to admit, Major," responded Jack Morson, readily. He was a hearty, light-haired young fellow, with a girlish complexion and pale blue eyes, as round as marbles. "As fair a share as the apple toddy has had of Diggs's, I'll be bound." "Apple toddy!" protested Diggs, turning his serious face, flushed from the long ride, upon the Major.
"My cravats!" cried Dan, in dismay, as his hand went to his throat, "but my cravats are from Paris Charlie Morson brought them over. What is the matter with them?" "They they're too fancy," confessed Betty. "Papa wears only white, or black ones you know." "Too fancy! Nonsense! do you want to send me back to grandfather's stocks, I wonder? It's just pure envy that's what it is.
Morson," she said warningly, as she filled the Major's second cup of coffee "Cupid, Mr. Morson will have a partridge." "The man who sits at your table will never question your supremacy, dear madam," returned Jack Morson, as he helped himself to a bird. "There is little merit in devotion to such bounty." "Shall I kick him, grandma?" demanded Dan.
The colour was still in her face when the Major came out, with Mrs. Ambler on his arm, and led the way to supper. "All of us are hungry, and some of us have a day's ride behind us," he remarked, as, after the rector's grace, he stood waving the carving-knife above the roasted turkey. "I'd like to know how often during the last hour you've thought of this turkey, Mr. Morson?"
You've both gone over your depth in the Governor's Madeira, and I advise you to keep quiet until you've had your heads in a basin of ice water. There, get out of my road, Morson. I can't sit here freezing all night." "Do you dare to imply that I am drunk, sir?" demanded Morson, in a fury. "Bear witness, gentlemen, that the insult was unprovoked." "Oh, insult be damned!" retorted Champe.
"Of course, I don't mind your amusing yourselves with the decorations," she added briskly, "but the cooking is quite a different thing, you know." "Amusing myself!" protested Dan, in astonishment. "My dear lady, do you call carrying a wagon load of brushwood amusement? Now, I'll grant, if you please, that Morson is amusing himself on the step-ladder."
She was buried in Hollywood it was impossible to bring her through the lines they said and Betty and Mrs. Ambler have taken this very hardly." "And the Governor," said Dan, with a tremor in his voice as he thought of Betty. "And Jack Morson," added Champe, "he fell at Brandy Station when I was with him.
As he lay upon church cushions on the floor of an old warehouse on Main Street, with Big Abel shaking a tattered palm-leaf fan at his side, a cavalryman came up to him and held out a hand that trembled slightly from fatigue. "I heard you were here. Can I do anything for you, Beau?" he asked. For an instant Dan hesitated; then the other smiled, and he recognized Jack Morson. "My God!
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