Hal soon excused himself, going to his own room, leaving Noll to entertain his mother. When Lieutenant Overton came back he was in his flannel undress, red sash and all.
"That doesn"t look so very bad, after all," declared Mrs. Overton, viewing her erect, stalwart young son with an approval which she made no effort to hide.
Then they talked on until at last Lieutenant Noll glanced at his watch.
"I must be going," he said, rising. "I"ve overstayed my leave. Mother allowed me to leave her only long enough to run over and tell Hal the news. I"ve violated my parole already."
"What time is it?" inquired Mrs. Overton.
"A quarter to six!"
"And, good gracious!" cried the little woman, jumping up from her chair.
"Hal, in a few minutes more your father will be home, and not a blessed move has been made toward supper. There"s no time to get anything ready now. Hal, I shall have to send you around the corner to the delicatessen shop, although I hate such ready-made meals."
"Mother," demanded Hal, with a pretense at mild astonishment, "would you think of sending a commissioned officer in the United States Army around on errands, with packages to bring home?"
"I--I guess that wouldn"t be just right, would it?" agreed Mrs. Overton.
"Never mind, my boy. I"ll run right around myself. It will take me some time to get used to all the dignity that goes with your new position."
"You needn"t bother to go, Mother," laughed Hal. "An officer who would let his mother run errands to save his own dignity would be sure to come to a bad end in the Army. I was only joking, of course. This is a day to celebrate, so I propose to ask you and father to dine out this evening.
There are several good places in town."
"Which one do you prefer?" broke in Lieutenant Noll quickly.
"Ralston"s," Hal replied. "There"s music there, and the food and service are fine."
"Then I"ll hurry home now and bring my folks up there, too, if I can,"
proposed Noll.
"Good!" agreed Hal.
"What hour, Mrs. Overton?" asked Noll, turning to that good woman.
"Ask Hal."
"In the Army it is customary to ask the ladies, Mother," Hal explained.
"Seven o"clock, then," said Mrs. Overton.
"Seven it shall be," nodded Noll. "That is, if I don"t fail in coaxing Father and Mother out to dine."
"You won"t fail," Mrs. Overton a.s.sured him. "They"ll be proud enough to go out with you to-night."
Hal"s father came home soon after. For years a clerk in one of the local stores, Mr. Overton had lately been promoted to be manager of the store.
He was a quiet, thoughtful, studious man, and would probably have gone much higher in the world had not years of ill health interfered with his ambitions.
"I don"t need to tell you how glad I am, young man," said the elder Overton quietly, when he had heard the afternoon"s news. "Nor am I going to offer you any parental advice. Your record in the Army, so far, makes me feel sure that you will go on in the way you have begun, and that your record, at any point, will have been an honorable one. And now I must leave you and go upstairs to put on my best clothes in honor of the distinction that has come upon my son."
Just before seven the Overtons were seated at a table in Ralston"s locally famous restaurant. Noll and his parents arrived at about the same moment. But the news had flown ahead of the young men. Just as the party was seating itself the orchestra crashed out into the strains of "See, the conquering hero comes!"
"I suppose that"s meant for a joke on us," grinned Lieutenant Noll, in an undertone.
"Then try to look unconscious," returned Hal, in an equally low voice, and immediately engaged Noll"s father and mother in conversation.
There was some whispering between waiters and patrons of the place, and presently a light sound of applause rippled out. It soon became a steady salvo.
Still the two young lieutenants went on with their chatting. But the leader of the orchestra had a further surprise. Giving his men only a moment for rest, he once more waved his violin bow, and the musicians started in with "The Star-Spangled Banner."
No soldier may ignore that splendid air; no citizen has a right to.
As the strain died out the young soldiers and their party re-seated themselves, going on with their chat again.
A waiter dropped two menu cards on the table, then stood waiting for the order.
"Won"t the ladies select the dinner?" asked Hal.
"We"d prefer that our sons do that," smiled Mrs. Terry.
"You do it, then, Hal," directed Noll Terry. "I left my spectacles at home."
"What about officers and their duty to tell the truth?" chided Mrs.
Terry, whose heart was full of joy and pride to-night.
"I"ll amend my statement," replied Noll meekly. "I didn"t bring my spectacles with me. But Hal ought to do the ordering, anyway. He always did. He was my ranking sergeant, and now he"s my ranking lieutenant."
"We don"t know that yet," objected Hal quickly. "We don"t yet know anything about the order in which we pa.s.sed."
"In the meantime," hinted Mr. Overton, "the cook"s fire is running low."
So Hal turned his attention to the menu card, ordering with a free hand.
"Gracious! How many do you think there are at this table, young man?"
demanded his mother.
"There are six of us," Hal answered. "But we can take hours in which to finish the meal, if we want to. Ralston"s doesn"t close until midnight."
The waiter, having received the order in silence, shuffled off without a word.
"Nothing very magnetic about that waiter," thought Hal, his glance following the waiter for an instant. "Somehow, his face looks familiar, too, but I"ve been away from home during the very few years when every boy turns into a young man. If I ever knew the chap I"ve forgotten him."
There was a rustling of silken skirts, then a resolute and very important-looking woman paused at the table. Just behind her waited a short, thin, rather negative-looking man.
The woman was red-faced, despite the liberal amount of powder with which she had striven to conceal the fact. She was richly dressed, and wore a few jewels, though not really enough of them to violate good taste. Hal recognized her as a Mrs. Redding, who, thanks largely to her husband"s inherited wealth, had succeeded in making herself one of the leaders of local society. Mr. Redding was known princ.i.p.ally as "Mrs. Redding"s husband."
"Just a moment, my dear Mrs. Overton," cried Mrs. Redding cordially.
"And you, too, my dear Mrs. Terry! I am pausing only a moment to congratulate you on the splendid news. I can well imagine how proud you are of your sons. And I must congratulate these two very distinguished sons, also."
Hal and Noll had risen promptly, though gravely and without haste. They bowed their acknowledgment of the congratulations.