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N 20 SPECIAL FEATURE! A fascinating novelette on naval cadet life at Annapolis, complete in this number. () I I


. r hi '-'1 ' -4, '. UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY. By JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. In the langua$e of the sailor, the dining-room at the Naval Academy is known as the mess room It occupies one-half of the entire lower floor of New Q!iarters, being to the right of the main entrance, and is large enough to accommodate easily the entire battalion at one sitting. The tables are long, each capable of seating twenty-six cadets, and are arranged in three rows with wide aisles between. As is the case throughout the whole building, there is very little decoration of any kind in the mess room, the only kind being in the nature of old and time-honored flags and a few tablets showing record-breaking fea ts at rowing and rifle practice. The large force of colored waiters, under the direction of a competent head waiter, is kept con stantly scrubbing and polishing the room the furniture and the mess equipage, so that at all times they are in a con dition of cleanliness and order quite in keeping with mihtary exactness. The seating arrangement is made at the beginning of the academic year, and unless there is some special cause for a change each cadet keeps his allotted place throughout the year. The arrangement is by companies, and when the battalion marches into the room the first company advances to the farthest end and occupies the section of tables there. The others follow in order and take their places in similar manner. The cadet officers and petty officers are seated at the ends of the tables with the lower classmen occupying the centre. Near the middle of t he room is the staff table at which are seated the Officer-in-Charge, th e Officer-of-the-Day and the cadet Lieut-Commander, who is the highest cadet officer and who i s in command of the battalion. At the sound of mess call three times a d ay the cadets fall in" under command of their cadet captains who join their companies into "battalion front." In good weather the formations are on the main walk leading to quarters, and at other times they are in che long corridor on the firs t floor of the building. After all orders have been read by the adjutant the battalion is marched into the mess room in "column of fours." As soon as every one is at his place standing quiet behind his chair, the order "Seats!" is given, and immediately all settle down to the meal before them, and to the enjoyment of almost unre s trained conversation with chums and classmates about the trials, failures and prospects of the day s work. fne "plebes," howev er, are surposed to say very little and to speak only when spoken to. About half an hour is allowed 1or each meal, and at the end of th a t time the order "Rise! March Out!" is given, at-which all leave the room in an orderly manner and go their respective ways


Army and Navy Weekly A WEEKLY PUBLICATI O N FOR OUR B OYS. Issued weekly. By subscri'pt io111 $2.;0 per year Entered as Secoud Class [/l-fatter al tile New York Post Ojjiu S'TRT & SMJ'TH, 238 William Sirret, Ntw York. Copyrig!ttcd 1 89i. Editor, -ARTHUR SEWALL. October 30, ;897. Vol. 1. No. 20. Price, Five Cents CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: PAGE M ark Mall o r y s Peril (Comp l ete story), Lieut. Fredenck Garrison, U. S A 914 C li f Faraday's Haz ard (Complete story), Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. 926 The Cheltenham Militar y Aca dem y (Illustrated Sketch) Joseph Coblentz Groff 937 hi For bidden Nepaul (Serial ), William Murray Graydon 941 Dean Dunha m (Serial) Hora tio A l ger, J r 945, Tom Fenwick s Fortune (Serial), Frank H Converse 949 Rule s and Regulations of the United States Military Academy 953 Rules and Regulations of the United States Nav al Academy Editorial Chat, Athletic Sport s, Item s of Interest all the World Over Correspondence Column, Stamps Column, Amateur Journali s m Our Joke Department Depar t ment Depart ment Departme nt Depar tment Departmen t Departmen t SPEOAL NOTICE.-The result of the prize contest concluded in No. f5 will be announced next week. PlllZE CONTE5T. POCKET MONEY FOR CHRISTIJtAS THE publishers of the Army and Navy Weekly are desirous of obtaining the opinions of their readers on the military and naval cadet stories now running, and for that purpose offer the following prizes for the best letters on th.: subject. TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS divided into FIVE PRIZES of FIVE DOL LARS EACH will be given for the five most sensible opinions as to which is the best written and most interesting story of the ten to be published in Nos. J9, 20, 2J, 22 and 23 of the Army and Navy Weekly. Letters should not exceed two hun dred words in length. This contest will tlose December Jst, J 8 97. 953 954 955 956 957 957 958 959 ..


... Mark Malloryts Peril; OR, THE PLOTTING OF AN ENEMY. By Lie'-1t. GEllrriso:in., u. s. A.. CHAPTER I. THE JOY OF THE YEARLINGS. "Hey, fellows! What do you think? Mark Mallory's in disgrace." "In disgrace!" "Yes, and he's going to be fired. \Nhoop !" The first speaker was a tall heavily built fellow, with coarse features and a closely cropped "bullet" head. He wore the uniform of a West Point cadet. At the moment he was red in the face and breathless as the result of a long run across the parade ground. At the end of it he had burst suddenly into the midst of a crowd of his cla ss-mates with the excited exclamation above. The effect upon them of the startling announcement was electrical. To a man they had leaped to their feet, with expressions of delight they made 110 effort to conceal. Evidently this Mallory, whose misfortune was announced, was a very unpopular personage with them. ''How do you know it, Bull?'' demanded one of the crowd. "The superintendent has sent for him right in the middle of drill," cried ((Bull." "What for?" ((I don't know. It's sO'mething he'.s been doing. One of the orderlies told me he heard the old man say he'd fire him. And that's all I know." The babel of confused and excited voices that resulted from this bit of news lasted without interruption for several minutes. "It's too good to be true," they vowed. "By George, just as we were talking about him, wondering how we could get square with the confounded plebe, for his tricks! And now he's going to be fired." And then suddenly Bull's voice rose above the excitement again. ((Look! Look!" he cried. "If you don't believe me look and see for yourselves. There he goes now!" The cadets stared across the parade ground and then shouted aloud for joy. Down on the road by the cavalry plain a single lone figure was walking, a figure clad in the "plebe" uniform. And the figure was that of Mallory! The cadets of that crowd were most of them yearlings, or third classmen. The sworn enemies and tormentors of the plebes, as the new arrivals of the fomth class are called. The reason for their hatred of this plebe, Mark Mallory, was that whereas plebes are expected to be meek and gentle, to submit to haz ing tamely, this plebe had been far otherwise. He was the most unhazable plebe that ever West Point had seen. B. J. is the cadet's way of denoting a plebe who is ((fresh." It stands for before June-too previous. And Mallory was B. J., and unpopular for that reason. Mark Mallory was a sturdy youth who hailed from Colorado. Hazing he would not stand. He had defeated in a fight the best man the yearlings could send to cure him of that foolish notion; and worse still he had gotten other plebes as bold as himself to join a secret society called the Seven Devils for the purpose of resistance. So well had they resisted that Mal-


ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. 915 Jory had been there a month unhazed, and was even growing so bold with his success that he had dared to turn round and haze the hazers. The climax had come last night. Mal lory had done something West Point had ne\'er dreamed of before, something that -1iad set the cadets simply wild with rage and vexation, that had brought them together that morning in the indignation -meeting Bull had so suddenly inter-rupted. Mallory had dared to go to a West Point hop! Not only had he dared to go, but he had gotten all the girls, who by this time admired him as a hero, to promise to dance with him. And so successfully had he worked the scheme that there was no one to dance with the enraged cadets at their own entertainment. It is small wonder, therefore, that they hailed with joy the announcement that he was to be "fired. Mark Mallory as he walked did not ob serve the group of cadets who were glaring at him so angrily. It would not have worried him if he had, for he had something a good deal more important to occupy his mind just then. He was rack-. ing his brains to think of some plausible reason to account for his errand at the moment. He had been, along with the rest of the plebe company, lined up on one side of the camp for drill. A tactical officer had been rigidly putting them through the manual of a1ms, with half a dozen yearling corporals and file closers aiding him. And then, breathless with running, an orderly had burst upon the scene. He had a note in his hand, and he handed it to the "tac." The latter read it, then read it aloud (again.) "Cadet Mallory will report to the superintendent at once.'' That was all; the rest of the class stared and wondered, and Mark stepped out of the line, handed his gun to the orderly, and strode away from the scene. The yearlings, a:; we have seen, had a good deal clearer notion of why Mark was wanted than he had himself. To Mark it" was an absolute mystery; he knew no reason on earth why the superintendent should want him, and he quickened his pace so as to get there and find out the sooner. Erect and firmly stepping as was the plebe's habit by this time, he marched down the road toward the Ac a demy building, betwee n the parade ground and the. Cavalry Plain. He p a ssed the Chapel, and then the Headquarters Building, his destination, lay before him. l\lark had entered that building just three times be fore this. He could not help thinking of them then. The first time, he had felt was the most momentous moment of all his life. l\1onths of struggling were there crown e d with a triumph that had seemed to leave no more worlds to conquer. For he had entered that building then to take the oath of allegiance as a duly certified and admitted "conditional cadet." What that had meant to :\lark only those who ha\'e followed his history can appreciate. Poor and friendless, he had seen west Point as a heaven, the object of all his future hopes, an object far away from his home in Colorado, but one to be struggled for and hoped for none the less. He had earned the money to come by a sudden' stroke of cleverness-one step. After that he had striven for the appointment, a step far longer and harder, yet one that must be taken. The Congressman of that Colorado district had held a competitive examination. l'ilark had tried, and also his deadly enemy, one Benny Bartlett, a rather weak, malicious youth, spoiled by the old squire, his father. Benny had sworn to win, and was desperate when he realized he couldn't; he had bribed a printer's devil, gotten the examination papers, and so passed ahead of Mark, who was made alternate. But Mark had afterward beaten Benny at the West Point examination, where cheating was impossible, and had thus secured the long coveted cadetship. So narrow was his escape from failure; and it was that escape he had celebrated the first time he entered the superintendent's office. The second time had been a vet more memorable one, to receive the superintendent's thanks for his heroic rescue of Grace Fuller, a beautiful girl who had since become his stanch friend and ad-


916 ARMY AND ".ATY WEEKLY. mirer, and who had aided him so success fully in outwitting the cadets at the hop. In fact, it was due to her entirely that the girls had been induced to join in the scheme. The third time had come but a few days before, when Mark had dared to plead the cause of a wild chum of his, an ex-cowboy from Texas, when he had gotten for the la

"If you please," iuterrnpted Colouel Harvey with dignity, "that question is. for me to settle. l\Ir.-er-what did you say this mau 's name was?" "Nick," put in the squire. "Nick," said the superintendent, turning toward the strange yo11th, "will yo11 please have the tell again the story which you told to me. Nick looked frightened and hesitated. "Come, come!" cried the sq11ire. impatiently. "011t with it now, and no lies about it!" Thus enjoined Nick cleared his throat and began. "I'm a printer's boy," he said, "and I works for the Roberts in Denver. I was a-walking alorig the street one day, I was, and up comes this feller (indicating Mark) and he says, say<; he to me, 'Your people are printing the exa111ination papers for Congressman Wheeler, ain't they?' 'Yes,' says I, and then after that 'a little while he says that he wants to win them exami11ations, 'cause there was a feller trying 'em that he wanted to beat. So he gimme a h1111dred (that was the next day; he said he'd earned it in a railroad smashup, or something); and then I got them papers and ga\ e 'em to him. And that's all I know." "Very good," co1n111<:11ted the sq11ire, tapping his cane with approval. "Very good! And what did he say about these \Vest Point examinations?" "He said, says he, 'If I win these here and git the appointment, I ain't a-goi11g to do notllin' through the others with cribs.' "That's right!" cried the sq11ire, tri-11mphantly. "There now! What more do you want?" He glanced at the s11perintendent inq11iringly, and the superintendent gazed at Mark. As for l\1ark, he was simply too dumbfo11nded to move. He stood as if gluecl to the spot and stared in blank consternation from one to the other. "Well," said the colonel at last, "what have yo11 to say for yourseff?" l\1ark was too amazed to say much. "So this is their plan!" he gasped. "So they seek to rob me of my cadetship by th-is-this--" He stopped then, unable to express his feelings. 917 "Colonel Harvey," he inquired at last, "may I ask if you believe this story?" "I do not see, Mr. was the response, "what else 1 am to believe. I do not like to accuse these thriie gentlemen of a plot to ruin you. And yet and yet--" "May I ask a question or two?" inquired l\lark, noticing the puzzled and worried look upon his superior's face. "Most certainly," was the answer. "In the first place, if you please, according to this story, if I gave this man a hundred dollars, why did he tell abo11t it afterward?'' "His conscience troubled hiin," cried the old squire excitedly. ''As yours would have if you had any. He knew t1iat he had done wrong, robbed my son, and he came and told Jlle. And I was wild, sir, wild with anger. I have brought this man on all the way from Colorado, and I propose to see my son into his rights, if I die for it ,, "Oh!" said l\lark. "So yon want Benny made a cadet. But tell me how, if I had the papers, did Benny beat me so badly, anyhow?" "My son always was brighter than you," sneered the old man. "And all the examinations weren't from printed papers," chimed in Benny's crowing voice. "There was spelling, and reading and writing-that was where I beat you.'. "I see," responded l\1ark. "It is a cle\er scheme. And I'm told I passed here because I cheated; how came yo11 to fai 1 ?" "l\1y son was sick at the time," cried Squire Bartlett, "and I can prove 'it too.'' Mark smiled incredulo11sly at that; Benny Bartlett nodded his head in support of his father's assertion. "Well?" inquired the squire. there anything more you want to know?'' "No," said Mark. "Nothing." ''Satisfied now, are ye?'' sneered the other; and tl1e11 he turned to Colonel Harvey. "I think that is all, sir," he said. "What more do you want?" The colonel was gazing into space with a troubled look. He did not know what to say; he did not know wliat to think. He could not call these three men con-,


918 ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. spirators; and yet the handsome, sturdy lad who had done so much to win his approval, surely, he did not look like a thief! "l\lr. J.\iallory," he inquired at last. "What have you to say to this?" "Nothing," responded Mark. "Noth ing, except to denounce it as an absolute and unmitigated lie from beginning to end.'' "But what proof can you bring?" "None whatever, except my word." After that there was no more said for some minutes. The silence was broken by the superintendent's rising. "Mr. :\1allory," he said, "you may go now. I must think this matter over." Arid Mark went out of the door, his brain fairly reeling. He was lost! lost! West Point, his aim in life, his one and only hope, was going! He was to be dis missed in disgrace, sent home branded as a criminal! And all for a lie! An infamous lie! A few minutes later Benny and the printer's devil, his accomplice, came out of that same door. But it was with a far different look. Benny was chuckling with triumph. "It worked!" he cried. "By heaven, it worked to perfection! Even the old man hasn't caught on!" ''Squire Bartlett's as blind as Mallory,'' laughed the other. "And l\'.Iallory'll be ont in a week Remember, you owe me that hundred to-day." CHAPTER III. IN WHICH TEXAS TURNS HIGHWAYMAN. There were six terrified plebes up at Camp McPherson, when Mark Mallory, their friend and leader, rushed in, pale and breathless, to tell them the reason for his summons to headquarters. The Seven Devils had not had snch a shock since they organized to resist the yearlings. "Benny Bartlett!" cried Texas, springing up in rage. "Do you mean that durnation little rascal I licked the'day he got sassy during exams?'' "That's he," said Mark, "and he's come back to get his revenge. "And you don't mean," cried the seven, almost in one breath, "that Col onel Harvey believes it?" ''Why shouldn't he?'' responded Mark, despairingly. "I cannot see any way out of it. The whole thing's a dirty lie from beginning to end. but it makes a straight story when it is told, and I can't dis prove it.'' "But I thought you said," cried Texas, "that you saw Benny himself cheating, or tryin' to, at the examinations right hyar." "So I did,,; said the other. "But I cannot prove that. I know lots of things about him, but I can't 1rnove one of them. They've simply got me and that's all there is of it. There are three of them, and it's almost impossible to make the superintendent think they're lying. Think of a rich old man like the squire's doing a trick like that!" "Perhaps he ain't," suggested Texas, shrewdly. "Perhaps not, admitted Mark. "Ben ny would not hesitate to lie to his own father. But all the same I have no proof. And \Yhat in Heaven's narne am I to do?" Mark sat down upon the locker in his tent and buried his face in his hands. His wretchedness is 1eft to the imagina tion. The whoie thing had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly, right in the midst of his triumph! And it was so horrible! The Seven Devils could think of no word of comfort; for they were as cast down, as thunderstruck, as he. Their regard for Mark was deep and true, and his ruin they felt was t heirs. They sat or stood about the tent in characteristic attitudes, and with dejection written upon every line of their countenances. First to move was the wild Texas, ever impulsive and excitable. And Texas leaped to his feet, with a muttered "durnation." "I'm a-goin' to prove them air fellers are lyin', by thunder, ef I have to resign to do it!" time that brief resolution was finished Texas was out of the tent and gone. The Seven Devils, or what re mained of them, glanced up as he left, and then once more resumed their de jected and bewildered discussion. -"I can see no way out of it. No way!" groaned Mark. "I am gone."


.A.RMY .A.N"D N.A. VY WEEKLY. 919 And the others could see no other way to look at it. Meantime we must follow Texas. Texas was rather more bizarre and unconventional, more daring than his companions from the "effete East," and bis detective efforts were apt to be more interesting for that reason. He paced up and down the company street, hearing and seeing no one, thinking, thinking for all he was worth. "Proof! Proof!" he kept muttering to himself over and over again. "Proof! Proof!'' Perhaps it was ten minutes before be did anything else. Texas was like a fisherman waiting for a bite during that time. He was1 waiting for an inspiration. And then suddenly the inspiration came. He stopped short in his tracks, opened his eyes wide and staring, and his mouth also; bis fingers began to twitch with a sudden wave of excitement; his face flushed and he trembled all over. The next moment with a joyful "durnation !" he had turned and was off like a shot down the street. "I've got it! I've got it! Whoop!" And then suddenly he halted again. "I won't tell 'em," he muttered to himself. "I'll keep it for a surprise! But then, durnation, I'll want some one to help me. Who'll I-oh, yes!" Texas had turned and started with no less haste the other way. "I'll git one o' them durnation ole cadets," he chuckled, "some one the ole man'll believe. I know!" At the eastern side of the camp, in A Company street, and facing the sentry post of Number Three, stood a single spacious tent. It belonged to the first cadet captain, Fischer by name. And at that tent, trembling with impatience, the plebe halted and knocked. "Come in," called a voice, and Texas entered. There was but one occupant in the tent (the first captain has a tent to himself, if you please). It was Fischer, tall and stately and handsome as usual, with his magnificent uniform and srish and chevrons. He was engaged in writing a letter at the moment; he looked up and then rose to his feet, a look of surprise upon his face as he recognized the plebe. ''Mr. Powers,'' said he. Texas bowed; aud then he started right in to business. "Mr. Fischer," he began; "I know it ain't customary for plebes to visit first classmen, and especially B. J. plebes. But I got something to say right naow that' s important, more important than cere monies an' such. Will you liskn ?'' The officer bowed courteously, though -he still looked surprised. "It's about Mr. Mallory," said Texas. "I reckon you've heard the stories 'bout him ?'I-I "I have heard rumors," said the other. "I shall be glad to hear more." Texas told him the story then, just as Mark had told it a few minutes ago. And the look of surprise on the captain's face deepened. "This is a serious business, Mr. Pow ers,'' he said. "It's one durnation lie from beginning to end!" growled the other. "Now look a-yere. You been a pretty good friend o' Mark's, Mr. Fischer. You 're the one man I know of in this place that's tried to see fair play. When Mark had to fight them yearlings it was you saw he had his rights. When they tried to get him dis missed on demerits, you were the one to stop 'em. Now, I don't know why you did it, 'cept perhaps you're an honest fair an' square man yourself, an' saw he was, too. Anyhow, you've been his friend." "I have tried to see fair play," re sponded the other, slowly. "I have n o t approved of many of his acts, what he did last night at the hop, for instance. But still--" ''If you knew this yere plot was a lie, wo11ld you say so?" interrupted Texas. "I most certainly should." "An' if you saw a chance to prove it, knowin' that Mark'd be dismi ssed if you didn't, would you?' "It would be my duty, I think, as cap tain of his company. I should do it anyway, for I respect Mr. Mallory." And Texas seized the surprised Fischer by the hand, and gave hi111 a mighty squeeze. "Durnation !" he cried. "I knew you Whoop! We'll fool them ole liars yet!" Then, to the still greater surprise of


920 /'Ri\lY AND NA VY WEEKLY. the cadet captain (who wasn't used to tf1en he w'rnt on to whisper. He had lots Texas's ways) the plebe dragged him to say, and one woulr'l have been interover to the corner of the tent and whis-ested to observe its effect upon the officer. pered in a trembling, excited voice. His look of consternation faded; one of "Don't you tell a soul, naow, not a interest, doubt, and then finally of delight soul. Ssh! Durnation Do you want to replaced it. And by the time the other turn highwayman?" was through he had forgotten the lad was Fischer stared at the other in alarm. a plebe. He seized his baud and slapped "Turn highwayman!" he echoed. him upon the back. "Yes," whisrieredTexas. "Durnation! "13y George!" he cried. "I'll do it! ''CADET MALLORY," COLONEL HARVEY SAID, "I WISH YOl' TO OBS1'1lVE.THIS MAN" (page 016). Don't you know what a highwayman is? He's a man what robs folks at night." Fischer gasped and looked dumbfounded. The day that Texas had gone on his "spree" and tried to wreck 'Vest Point he had been reported by the surgeon on the sick list for "temporary mental aberration due to the heat." "This is an awfully hot day," thought Fischer. ''I hope to gracious he hasn' any guns!" Texas waited a moment longer, and It's a slim chance, slim as thunder, hut if it'll clear Mark i\IallorY I'll try it if it costs me my cheYrons !'; At which Texas ga,e yent to a whoop that woke the echoes of the Highlands. CHAPTER I\'. TWO PROWLERS, AXll THEIR \YORK. Camp :\IcPherson graveyard at night. is as silent as a Ten o'clock is the


ARMY A:\1> WEEKLY. 921 honr of "taps, P aud after that all cadets are i11 bed, with a penalty of court-martial for doing otherwise. And there is nothing to break the stillness bnt the call of the hour or the steady tramp of the ghostly white seutries as they pace the bounds of the camp through the weary watches. On the night of the day we are writing about, there was so111ethi11g 1111usnal happening. Itwas neither a sentry nor an officer, this stealthy figure that stole ont of a tent in the street of Company A. He waited cantionsl\' until the sentrv behind his tent had p;. ssed 011 to the ot.her encl, ancl then with the slyness of an India11 he crept down the path. And when he disappeared agai11, it was the big tent of Lhe first captain that swallowed him np. Fischer was expecting that visit. He was 11p and dressing, and ready for the other. "There are the clothes, Mr. Powers," he whispered. "Lea\e yonr uniform here and slip into thelll quickly;" The captain's voice was trem bli11g with excitement, and some little nervousness, too. This was a desperate errand for him. It might cost him his chenons, if not worse; for he had desperate deeds to do t]iat night. "Have yon got the gnns?" he whispered. By way of answer Texas slipped two shining revolvers into the other's hands. Fischer gripped the cold steel for a mo ment to steady his nerves, and then thrust the weapons into the pocket of the rough coat he wore. "Come on," he said. "I'm ready." He stepped out of the tent, Texas close at his heels. The two crept aronnd the side, then crouched and waited. Suddenly Fischer put his fingers to his lips and gave a low whistle. The effect was insta11taneous. Sentries Number Three and Fom p1omptly faced about and marched off the other way. It was contrary to orders for sentries to face in opposite directio11s at the same time. But it was handy, for it kept them from "seeing anv one cross their beats." Texas and companion had sprung np and dashed across the path and disappeared over the earthworks of old Fort Clinton. "That was neatly done," chuckled Texas ''vVe're safe 11ow." ''It would be a bad state of affairs, in deed," laughed the other; if a first captain couldn't 'fix' two se11tries of his own class. We're all right if we don't make an\. noise." A person who glanced at the two would not have taken them for cadets. They were clad in ol

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