Barbour Ralph Henry
The Turner Twins
CHAPTER I INTRODUCES A PAIR OF HEROES
Jail, said the boy in the gray flannels.
School, pronounced the boy in the blue serge.
Bet you!
No, sir, you owe me ten cents now. You didnt pay up the last time.
Its wrong to bet for money, Ned.
The other set down the suitcase he was carrying and scoffed. Yes, when you lose, he observed, with deep sarcasm. Thats thirty-five cents you owe me. You bet in Chicago that
That debts outlawed. Chicagos in Michigan
Bet you!
And this is New York, and so
Mighty good thing Dad sent you to school, Laurie. Chicagos in Illinois, you ignoramus.
Is it? Well, who cares? Laurence Stenman Turner had also deposited the bag he was carrying on the brick sidewalk and was applying a lavender-bordered handkerchief to a moist brow. Just the same, thats a jail.
If thats a jail, Ill eat my hat, declared the other,
Its not a school, though, and thats flat, was the prompt retort.
Huh, that was an easy one! Edward Anderson Turner retreated to a flat-topped stone wall bordering a well-shaded lawn and seated himself with a sigh of relief. His companion followed suit. Behind them, grass and trees and flower beds made a pleasant setting for a square gray house, half hidden from the street. Overhead a horse-chestnut tree spread low branches across the sidewalk. The quiet village street ascended gently, curving as it went, empty in both directions. Somewhere on a neighboring thoroughfare a scissors-grinder was punctuating the silence with the musical ding dang dong of bells. In a near-by tree a locust was making his shrill clatter. Across the way, the subject of contention, stood a large red-brick edifice, stone trimmed, many windowed, costly and unlovely. The boys viewed it silently. Then their glances fell to the two black suitcases on the curbing.
How far did that hombre say it was to the school? asked Ned Turner, after a minute of silence.
Three quarters of a mile.
How far have we walked already?
Mile and a half.
Consequently?
Said hombre was a li was unvoracious.
Un-ver-acious is the word, old son.
What do we care? We dont own it, replied Laurie, cheerfully. Want to go on?
Ned shook his head slowly. What time have you got? he asked.
What time do you want? was the flippant response.
With a sigh, Ned pulled back his left sleeve and looked at his watch. Its only about a quarter to twelve. We dont have to get there until six if we dont want to.
I know, but I couldnt sit on this wall all that time! Besides, what about lunch?
Im not very hungry, was the sad reply.
Thats the trouble with having your breakfast late.
Thats the trouble with eating two plates of griddle-cakes, you mean, retorted Laurie. Anyway, Im hungry if youre not. Lets go.
But he made no move, and they continued to dangle their shoes from the wall and gaze lazily across the shady street. The scissors-grinders chime died in the distance. Farther down the street the whirring of a lawn-mower competed with the locust.
Upon a wall they sat them down, murmured Ned, turning a challenging look on his companion.
Lost in the wilds of Orstead Town, added Laurie.
Ned nodded mild approval and once more silence held.
Save that one was dressed in gray and the other in blue, the two boys were strikingly alike. Each was slim of body and round of face, with red-brown hair and a short, slightly impertinent nose. Neds eyes were a trifle bluer than Lauries and he had the advantage if advantage it was of some five pounds of weight. But neither of these facts was apparent at first glance. Faces and hands were well browned and the pair looked extremely healthy. They were dressed neatly, with perhaps more attention to detail than is usual in lads of their age, their attire terminating at one end in well-polished brown shoes and at the other in immaculate black derbies. Their age was fifteen years, three months, and eleven days. Which, of course, leads you to the correct conclusion that they were twins.
Maybe, hazarded Laurie, presently, weve lost our way.
Dont just see how we could, Ned objected. The old chap at the station said we were to keep right along up Walnut Street. This is still Walnut Street, isnt it?
I suppose so. Lauries glance strayed right and left. Must be; I dont see any walnuts.
Guess the only nuts are right here. Come on, let s hit the trail again. Ned slid to his feet and took up his burden. Why the dickens we didnt take that carriage the fellow wanted to sell us is more than I see.
Cause we needed the exercise. Also, cause were down to a dollar and fourteen cents between us unless you re holding out.
Well, Im not! replied Ned, indignantly. I paid for the breakfasts in New York
And I paid for dinner on the diner last night
Who said you didnt? They went on leisurely, and presently Ned continued: Say, suppose we dont like this ranch after we get there then what, old son?
Laurie considered thoughtfully. Then, Two things we can do, he pronounced. No, three. We can put up with it, change it to suit us, or leave it.
Leave it! Yes, we can! On a dollar and fourteen cents?
Well have nearly twenty more when we cash Dads check and pay the term bill. Twenty dollars would take us back to New York and buy a lot of griddle-cakes, anyway.
Lauries voice was partly drowned by a small delivery automobile that dashed into sight at a corner ahead and sped by with a clamor worthy of a four-ton truck. The brothers looked after it interestedly. Thats the first sign of life weve seen, said Ned. Say, I do wish this street would stop twisting this way. First thing we know, well be back at the station!
Bet you Id hop the first freight then. Ive got a hunch that were not going to care for Hillmans School.
Speak for yourself. I am. I like this town, too. Its pretty.
Oh, its pretty enough, grumbled Laurie, but it went to sleep about a century ago and hasnt waked up since. Heres somebody coming; lets ask where the school is.
Its just a girl.
What of it? She probably knows.
The girl appeared to be of about their own age and wore a white middy dress with black trimming and a scarlet tie knotted below a V of sun-browned throat. She wore no hat and her dark hair was gathered into a single braid. As she drew near she gave the boys a quick glance of appraisal from a pair of gravely friendly brown eyes. It was Ned who shifted his suitcase to his left hand and raised his derby. It was always Ned who spoke first; after that, they alternated scrupulously.
Would you please tell us where Hillmans School is? he asked.
The girl stopped and her somewhat serious face lighted with a smile. Its right there, she replied, and nodded.
The boys turned to the blankness of a high privet hedge behind an iron fence. The girl laughed softly. Behind the hedge, I mean, she explained. The gate is a little way around the corner there, on Summit Street.
Oh, said Laurie. That laugh was contagious, and he grinned in response. A man at the station told us it was only three quarters of a mile, but weve been walking for hours!
I guess its nearer a mile than three quarters, answered the girl, slowly. She appeared to be giving the matter very serious consideration and two little thoughtful creases appeared above her nose, a small, straight nose that was bridged by a sprinkling of freckles. Then the smile came again. Maybe it did seem longer, though, she acknowledged, for its uphill all the way; and then, you had your bags. Youre new boys, arent you?
Ned acknowledged it, adding, Think well like it?
The girl seemed genuinely surprised. Why, of course! Every one likes it. What a perfectly funny idea!
Well, said Laurie, defensively, weve never tried boarding-school before, you see. Dad didnt know anything about Hillmans, either. He chose it on account of the way the advertisement read in a magazine. Something about a moderate discipline rigidly enforced.
The girl laughed again. (She had a jolly sort of laugh, they decided.) Youre youre twins, arent you? she asked.
He is, replied Ned, gravely.
Why why, arent you both? Her brown eyes grew very round and the little lines creased her nose again.
Its this way, explained Laurie. Ned was born first, and so, as there was only one of him, he wasnt a twin. Then I came, and that made two of us, and I was a twin. You see, dont you? Its really quite plain.
The girl shook her head slowly in puzzlement. I Im afraid I dont, she answered apologetically. You must be twins both of you, I mean because you both look just like both I mean, each other! Then she caught the sparkle of mischief in Neds blue eyes and laughed. Then they all laughed. After which they seemed suddenly to be very good friends, such good friends that Laurie abandoned custom and spoke out of turn.
I suppose you know a lot of the fellows, he said.
The girl shook her head. N no, not any, really. Of course, I see most of them when they come to Mothers, but she doesnt like me to to know them.
Of course not, approved Ned. Shes dead right, too. Theyre a pretty poor lot, I guess.
Oh, no, theyre not, really! Only, you see She stopped, and then went on a trifle breathlessly: I guess she wouldnt be awfully pleased if she saw me now! I I hope youll like the school.
She nodded and went on.
Thanks, called Laurie. If we dont like it, well change it. Good-by.
Nice kid, observed Ned, tolerantly, as they turned the corner of the hedge. Wonder who she is. She said most of the fellows went to her mothers. Maybe her mother gives dancing lessons or something, eh?
If she does, she wont see me, responded his brother, firmly. No dancing for mine.
Maybe its compulsory.
Maybe its esthetic, retorted Laurie, derisively. It makes no never mind. Im agin it. This must be the place. Yes, theres a sign.
It was a very modest sign a-swing from a rustic post beside a broad entrance giving on to a well-kept drive. Hillmans School Entrance Only, it read. Laurie stopped in pretended alarm and laid a detaining clutch on Neds shoulder.
Entrance Only! Sounds as if we couldnt ever get out again, Ned! Do you dare?
Ned looked doubtfully through at the curving drive and the red-brick building that showed beyond the border of trees and shrubbery. Then he threw back his shoulders and set foot bravely within.
Come, comrade, let us know the worst!
Laurie, with a gesture of resignation, followed.
What you durst I will likewise durst!
CHAPTER II THE GIRL IN THE WHITE MIDDY
When Doctor John Hyde Hillman started a modest school for boys, on the bank of the Hudson River, at Orstead, the town barely crept to the one brick building that contained dormitory and recitation-rooms. But that was nearly twenty years ago, and to-day the place is no longer isolated, but stands well inside the residence section of the village. There are four buildings, occupying most of an unusually large block. School Hall, four stories in height, is a red-brick, slate-roofed edifice, whose unloveliness has been mercifully hidden by ivy. It faces Summit Street and contains the class-rooms, the offices, and, at one end, the principals quarters. Flanking it are the two dormitories, East Hall and West Hall. These, while of brick too, are modern and far more attractive. Each contains sleeping-rooms to accommodate forty students, two masters studies, a recreation-hall, dining-room, kitchen, and service-rooms. Behind East Hall is the gymnasium, a picturesque structure of random-set stone, gray stucco, and much glass. Here, besides the gymnasium proper, is an auditorium of good size, a modest swimming-tank, locker-room and baths, and a commodious office presided over by Mr. Wells, the physical director. From the gymnasium steps one looks across an attractive, well-kept quadrangle of shaded turf, vegetable and flower gardens, and tennis-courts.
Doctor Hillman occupies an apartment at the west end of the School Hall, gained from the building by way of the school offices, and from without by way of a wide porch, vine screened in summer and glassed in winter, an outdoor living-room where, on seasonable Friday afternoons, the doctors maiden sister, Miss Tabitha, who keeps house for him, serves weak tea and layer-cake to all comers. Miss Tabitha, I regret to say, is known among the boys as Tabby, with, however, no more intention of disrespect than in alluding to the doctor as Johnny. Miss Tabithas thin body holds a warm heart, and her somewhat stern countenance belies her kindly ways.
On this fifteenth day of September, shortly after twelve oclock, Miss Tabitha was seated on the vine-shaded porch in an erect and uncompromising attitude, her knitting-needles clicking busily. Near by, but a few moments before released from the office, the doctor was stretched in a long wicker chair, a morning paper before him. At the other end of the porch, a gate-legged table was spread for the mid-day meal, and a middle-aged colored woman who, when it pleased her, answered to the name of Aunt Persis shuffled in and out of sight at intervals. It was Miss Tabitha who, hearing the sound of steps on the walk, peered over her glasses and broke the silence.
Two more of the boys are coming, John, she announced.
The doctor grunted.
I think they are new boys. Yes, I am sure they are. And bless my soul, John, theyre alike as two peas!
Alike? The doctor rustled the paper to indicate interest. Well, why shouldnt they be? Probably theyre brothers. Let me see, werent those two boys from California brothers? Of course. Turners the name.
Well, I never saw two boys so much alike in all my born days, Miss Tabitha marveled. Do you suppose they can be twins, John?
Its quite within the realm of probability, was the reply. I believe that twins do occur occasionally, even in the er best-regulated families.
Well, they certainly are twins! Miss Tabitha laid down her work, brushed the front of her immaculate dress, and prepared to rise. I suppose I had better go and meet them, she added.
I dont see the necessity for it, my dear, the doctor protested. Cummins may, I think, be relied on to deal even with er twins.
Of course; but still Californias such a long way and they may feel strange or lonesome
The doctor laughed gently. Then by all means go, my dear. If you like, have them out here for a few minutes. If the resemblance between them is as striking as you seem to think, they must be worth seeing.