" The Major made a wry face. "I never tried again."
Dick colored. "Does he know about Ruth?"
"No, I dared not mention it." The Major looked at the other intently.
"Dick," he said, "what was this quarrel all about, anyway?"
"In the beginning, Major," admitted the young man, flushing, "it was so
childish--I'm ashamed to speak of it."
"Out with it!" commanded the Major. "I won't be hoodwinked by a
Fairfax any longer."
"Well, sir, if you must know, it was about--the War."
"The War!" exploded the Major. "By gad, sir, what about the War?"
"Dad and I were talking it over, and--well, to be frank, Major, I said
I thought the North had been right, and that, if I had been in the
world at the time, I would have fought with them despite my kinsmen."
"Go on! Did you fight in any other post-mortem wars? The Revolution,
or the fall of Rome?"
Dick ignored the sarcasm. "My sympathy for the North made him
furious," he went on. "We quarreled terribly and both of us said
things that I know we didn't mean. It was the Fairfax temper, sir; I--"
"Damn the Fairfax temper!" roared the Major.
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