down-stairs, singing the fraternity song. The ini tiation was over; Carl and Hugh were Nu Delts.
The whole ceremony had moved Hugh deeply so deeply that he had hardly been able to repea the oath after the president. He thought the ril ual very beautiful, more beautiful even than th Easter service at church. He left the Nu Delt house that night feeling a deeper loyalty for th fraternity than he had words to express. He an< Carl walked back to Surrey 19 in silence. Neithe was capable of speech, though both of them wante< to give expression to their emotion in some way.
They reached their room.
“Well,” said Hugh shyly, “I guess I ’ll go t< bed.”
“Me, too.” Then Carl moved hesitatingly t< where Hugh was standing. He held out his han< and grinned, but his eyes were serious.
“Good night—brother.”
Their hands met in the sacred grip.
“Good night—brother.”
