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
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... 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 goodness.to 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' but.skin 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
922 .ARMY .A.ND NA VY WEEKLY. "They aren't there," he whispered. "Ssh!" 6' Not there!" echoed the other. "Then they haven't come home yet. Drop down.'' Texas slid down that pillar with alacrity that would have scared a cat. And the two were hiding in the bushes a moment or two later. "Gee whiz!" muttered Fischer. "Just think of the risks we took. They might have come in on us.'' "Where can they be?'' whispered Texas, anxiously. "I hadn't any idea they wouldn't be in by twelve." "There's nothing they can be doing around here," said Fischer. "I don't know--" "Look a here!" muttered Texas, excitedly, as a sudden idea occurred to him. "I saw 'em a-goin' down to Highland Falls this evenin', an'--" Fischer gripped him by the arm. "Jove," he cried: "'We'll go down and lay for 'em. It's a faint chance, but if we catch 'em there it'll be a thousand times less dangerous for us. And if we miss them we can came back. Let's It was a dangerous business, that get ting down to Highland Falls. There were the camp sentries and the sentries of the regular army, besides, patrolling most of the paths. And any of them would have stopped those two rough looking men if they had seen them skulking about the post. But Fischer had been there three years, and he knew most of the "ropes." He dodged from building to building, always keeping the road in view so as to see their victims if they passed-and finally came out upon the read just at the beginning of cadet limits. Here they hid in a thick clump of bushes and lay down to wait amid the silence of that dark, deserted spot. "I wonder if they'll come," whispered Texas. '' Durnation, I wish I had one of 'em by the neck. The rascals--" The words were choked in their utterance; for the officer suddenly nudged his companion and pointed down the road. "Look!" That was all he said. Texas turned and glanced as he directed. There were two figures, clearly outlined in the moonlight, walking slowly up the road. "It's they," whispered Fischer. "Shall we try it?" And Texas gripped the two revolvers in his pocket and muttered, "Yes, we shall!" The two came nearer and nearer. Out of the black shadows where they lay the cadets stared hard, watching them anxiously, waiting, panting with impatience and excitement. The strangers were slightly built, both of them, and young; Texas recognized one of them plainly. It was Benny Bartlett; that the other was the printer's boy, he took for granted. Then suddenly he noticed one of them stagger. "That solves it," whispered Fischer. "They've been down to Cranston's getting drunk. The beasts!" That last word cut Texas like a knife; he had been that way not a week ago himself. Texas was slowly learning the civilized view of drunkenness. He forgot that in a few moments more, however. There was excitement, plenty of it, to fill his mind. The pair drew nearer still in the bright moonlight, and the time for their desperate deed was almost upon the cadets. ''For Heaven's sake don't let them get away," whispered Fischer. "If they cry out, make a break for camp, and I '11 fix it.,, That word was the last to be spoken; they lay in silence after that, listening to the others. Benny Bartlett, it appeared, was the more hilarious of the two, as such feeble hilarity goes. The other was trying hard to keep him quiet. The bushes that hid the cadets were right beside the road; and as Benny drew near they made out that he was trying to sing. "We won't go home till morning; we won't go--" "Shut up, you fool!" the other muttered, shaking him by no mens gently. "You'll wake the old man, and--" The two watchers rose upon their knees. Two. revolvers clicked gently, which made the printer's boy start in alarm, and then came a subdued "Now!" Before the vctims could move or utter a sound two stalwart, roughly dressed, black-masked :figures sprang out into the
ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. road. And t-he half drunken pair found themselves gazing into the muzzles of two glistening revolvers. "Hold up your hands!" Half dead with terror the printer obeyed; the other sunk in a heap to the ground, his teeth fairly cliattering. "Not a sound!" was the next gruff order, obeyed equally well; and then the robbers got quickly to work. It was all done so expeditiously that the victims scarcely realized it. One of the men covered the two with his weap ons, and the other went swiftly through the pockets of both. He did not seem to care for watches or money. It was papers he looked for, and be glanced at what he found with fever ish impatience. He had a match box in his hand, and he turned away from the party as he struck a light and read one after the other, tossing them aside with an angry exclamation. He searched the printer first and seemed to find nothing. Then he went for Benny, tumbling him about on the ground and not forgetting to administer sundry vigorous kicks. He had almost searched Benny, too", without success, when suddenly he gave an exclamation of joy, an exclamation which almost caused the other to drop his revolvers. The searcher had put his hand into a small, out-of-the-way pocket, and found a bit of carefnlly folded paper. "This'll do it!" he whispered. "Come on.'' Texas' began to throb with joy (Texas was the one with the gun.) "Vic:tory Victory!" he muttered. "Durnation Ready to shout with exciteme11t at his success he started to follow the other, who was already making for the dense woods at the side of the road. He backed away slowly, still.facing the two horrified lads, still leveling his weapons at them. "Not a sound !1' he muttered gruffly. "Remember!" He reached the edge of the shadow in safety, and then suddenly a noise caught his sharp ear. It was not .from the two, but from up the road: It was the sound of a horse's hoofs, accompanied by a jingling of sword and spur. Texas glanced around quickly; 1t was a horseman trot j:ing up the road, an officer from the cavalry post! And in an in<:tant more Texas had sprung into the woods and was dashing away with all his speed. "Run, run!" he whispered to the cadet just in front. "Somebody's coming." Benny Bartlett had not nerve to give an alarm; but the printer's boy had. The fleeing pair heard his voice shouting: "Help! help! Murder!" And an instant later came a clatter and thunder of hoofs as the soldier dashed up "What's the matter?" he cried. "Robbers!" shrieked the two. "We've been held up 1 They ran in there! Help! Help!" The rescuer wheeled his horse sharply about; he whipped his sword from its scabbard and plunged furiously into the woods. The two heard his horse dashing up, and they knew their danger was great indeed. Texas was fl.yrng on ahead, running for l1is life; hut Fischer, who was a good deal the cooler of the two in the emergency, seized him by the arm and forced him into a clump of bushes on one side. "Lie there!" he cried. "Ssh Not a sound!'' The wisdom of the ruse was apparent. Crashing foo!steps gave the officer something to foliow; without it he might not find them in the black woods. They heard his horse thrashing about in the underbrush; the man was evidently afraid of nothing .even in the darknesc;., for he plunged through it furiously, riding back and forth and beating up the bushes. Once he passed so near to them that Texas htard the sword swish and felt for his revolvers instinctively. But that was the best the mau could do, and finally he gave it up in disgust and rode out to the road again. Then the two highwaymen rose and stole softly away in the darkness, congratulating themselves upon that narrow escape and still more upon their success. 'When they reached the camp, which they did in a great hurry, for they knev. the officer would alarm the post, they passed the sentry in the same way, and separated, Texas hurrying into his ow11 tent. To his amazement he found tent mates awake and sitting up, for what reason he had no idea. "What's the matter?" he cried anx-
924 ARMY' AKD NA VY WEEKLY. iously, for lte saw at once that somdhing horrible had happened. "J\Iatter enough!" cried J\Iark in just as much anxiety. "It's not enough for me to get dismissed, but you have to go to work and get yourself in the same scrape.'' "I dismissed!" echoed in amaze ment. "How?" "Your absence has been noticed," groaned 1\Iark. "Lieutenant Allen has ordered an inspection of the tent every half-hour until yon return. They've been here twice now, and you're a goner. And what makes it a thousand times worse, I know it's on account of me. You've been doing something to clear me.'' All this was said in about as lugubrious a tone as one could well imagine. But as for Texas, he merely chuckled as if he didn't care in the least. "I reckon it'll be all right," he drawled, as he began to shed his "cits" clothing. "]es' you fellers go to bed an, be good. I reckon it'll all come out all right. Good-night." "\Vell, sir, l've come to ask what you propose to do about it." It was the pompous olc1 squire, and he stood once more in the superintendent's office, impatience written in every line of his face. "Yes, sir," he continued, "I should like to know your decision." "But, my dear sir," exclaimed Colonel Harvey, "I haYe not made up my mind entirely. It is only yesterday you stated your case ... What is the hurry?" "Hurry, sir?" returned the squire, "I am in a hurry for my rights. I mean that my son shad have the cadetship he has earned.'' "Where is your son?" inquired the other, after a moment's thought. "He is np at thehotel," a1is"Wered the squire. \Vhy ?" "I should like to see him for just a moment. I have one question to ask ltim, if you please. I'll send an orderly for him." The old man bowed stiffly; he satup very straight in his chair and waited with dignity until his young hopeful appeared, wondering meanwhile what more the obdurate officer could want. Master Benjamin entered the room obviously pale and flushed He dic1 not feel very well as the result of his last night's "manliness," and he had di111 visions of robbers and stolen papers besides. He bowed to his father and the grave superintendent. ''Take a seat,'' said the latter. 1 'I shall not keep you long. Take this pen and paper. I am anxious to see your hai1d writing. Please write these words as I dictate them.'' Benny, puzzled and alanued, prepared to obey; he saw that the army officer was watching him narrowly, which did not increase his ease of manner. ""Write," said Colonel Harvey, "I promise-to-pay-to-Nick-What's the matter?'' Benny had begun to write promptly. At the sixth word he had turned pale as death, and his iiand was trembling. "\Vhat's the matter?" thundered tlre colonel again. "Why don't you write?" "I-I--" stammered Benny. uot very we 11." "I should say not!" responded the otl1er, angrily. "Let me see that paper." lie took it from the trembling lad's hand. "Is that your son's haJJdwriting ?" he ciemanclecl, turning to the sq11ire. Old Mr. Bartlett glanced at it quickly, a look of amazement upon his face. "No," he said, "it isn't. Benny, why don't you wr"te in your usual way? Why don't you do as the gentleman tells you?
ARMY AND NA VY WEEKLY. 925 A11d what's the meaning of this, any way?" Benny took the pen again, this time w eakly. "I'll write it," he said. "Here." Colonel Harvey dictated it again re l e ntlessly. ''I -promise-to -pay-to-NickF lynn-one-h n ndred-dollars-w hen )1.-1\1. -is-fired. Benjamin Bartlett. Received -payment-July-13. Nick Flynn." The officer took the result, laid it on his desk and took another from his pocket to com pare. "T'hat settles it," said he, looking up at last. "Conspiracy." "What does this mean, sir?" demanded the angry old squire, who had been waxing more and more impatient under the ordeal. "Why shonld my son be insulted like a common criminal? Why--" "Because he is one," responded the other, just as warmly. "Look at those two papers, sir! Your son wrote both, and I know it.'' "Where did yon get that other?" "The story is briefly told," said Colonel Harvey. "Two cadets of my Academy turned highwaymen yesterday and held 11p your son at the-point of a revolver. I presume he has told yon.'' "So that's who it was!" cried the furious squire. "So t!lat's the kind of cadets you have! I shall have them both in jail." "You will not," langhed tl 1 e oth er, ''for several reasons In the first place, yon do not know who they are, and I do not propose to tell yon. In the second, if yon do, yom son is guilty of conspiracy, and I shall see him punished for that.'' "This is preposterous!" exclaimed Squire Bartlett. "That paper. proves a b s olutely nothing--" "His manner when I asked him to write it, and his attempt to di!'guise hi s hand, prove a good deal to me. It p .roYes to me, sir, that he is lying, and tl1at y o u are a very foolish and indulgent father tt1 believe him as you do. He has lied to me and to you, and he lies still when he denies it. Look at him cower now, sir! I knew that this whole thing was an ontrageous plot the very moment the cadet s showed me that paper this morning. One of them is one of my m ost trusted offic e rs, and I believe his account. And what is more --"' Here the colonel stopped and glared at Benny. "I say this for the benefit of your son, who evidently hates Mark l\lallory. I be lieved a11d was glad to believe, that Mal lory, who is the finest lad I had seen for many a day, is as honest as he is brave. And I shall take great. pleasure in telling him so, and in apologizing for my doubts. And in conclttsion--" Colonel Harvey rose to his feet and bowed. "I bi
F aradayt s Hazard. A PRACTICE CRUISE INCIDENT. By Erisi.e:ri C:ta.rke F'itoh. u. s. N. CHAPTER I. A MAI"r-01-WAR DRILL AT SEA. A dark night. Slipping along under a steady press of canvas with her decks heeling gently to the force of the breeze was a stately wooden frigate, trim and taught aloft and alow. The shadowy outlines of hull and riO',,, ging were almost invisible in the deep blackness. Mere smudges indicated the broad expanse of sails, but gleaming brightly starboard and port were the green and red sailing iights, indicating to those chancing to see, that her crew was alert and everything ship-shape as it should be. She was not a steamer. That fact was made manifest by the absence of the masthead light. And neither was she of modern build. Her lines were graceful, and her stately bowsprit sloped out from a curving bow with true indication of that poetry of shape, alas, lost in these modem days of iron and steel. A bell sounds forward, its mellow tones taken up and cast about in the grasp of the breeze. It strikes four times-two by two. Two o'clock in the morning. The last note had not died away ere a shrill voice came from the darkness of the forecastle head: "Star-r-board cathead Bright light!" A softer treble follows: "Port cat head! Bright light!" Then others break into the stillness of the night, chanting the verbal proof of their faithful watch; then all is quiet again. The frigate pursues her way through the ever restless seas. A soft, musical murmur comes from the waves as they slip past the stout hull. Forward a white foam curls and breaks against the cutwater. Overhead is a different song. It 1s the mournful dreel of the overstrained block -the complaining flip-flap of the leeches, and a groaning of spar against spar. These noises do not disturb the watchers on deck. It is a chorus long familiar to-them. Indeed, to some it had taken the place, almost, of a mother's lullaby. The_se watchers on
.... ------------9'1 ARMY AND NA VY WEEKLY. 927 The old ship, for she was old, edged through the blackness with her prow ever turned eastward. The minutes dragged slowly. It was one night of many since the shores of America had faded astern. It was the early hours when time hangs heavy. Back and forth marched the officer in charge. He had paced the stretch between rail and rail of the slender bridge full fifty times. He was thinking longingly of the approaching hour when his relief would report, and he would be free to forget the monotony of ship life in the seclusion of sleep. Suddenly, as he neared the ladder leading to the quarter deck, be almost collided with a dark figure. There was a brief interchance of words, then the lieutenant leaned over the railing and called softly: ''Messenger boy '' "Ay, ay, sir." A lad in a .sailor's uniform emerged from the gloom, and knuckled his fore head with one hand. The lieutenant gave him a whispered order, and the messenger hastily de scended the ladder and disappeared for ward. A few moments later the oppres sive stillness of the night gave way with startling abruptnessto a most prodigious clatter. "R-r-rat--a-tat R-r-rat-a-tat f The sharp roll of the drum awoke the echoes of the old frigate, sending an infernal din of noise through decks and rigging and hull. It was caught up and hurled about from sail to sail; it burst upon the ears of the watch below, sending men from their hammocks in alarm. And it changed the scene from one of peaceful quiet into a pandemonium of hurrying figures and excited voices. "Silence fore-and-aft!" came the stern command from the bridge. There were three figures there now. And one was the captain. The noise ceased as if by rna!!ic. Several lights flashed fore-and-aft, and revealed in the faint light were a number of grim black cannon, each surrounded by motionless sailors, every group being as rigid as the iron itself. An officer, half clad, but girdled with belt and sword scabbard, leaves one of the groups and hurries to the space in front of the bridge. His sword flashes as he salutes. "First division ready, sir." The words came crisp and sharp. He had scarcely finished when another officer hastens up and makes a similar report, then another and another. Some of these were youthful, by their dress evidently naval cadets. A close observer would have seen that on the port side all the guns were manned by cadets, some young, and otners out of their teens. There were cadets here and cadets there. They outnumbered the older men of the crew two to one, and their presence indicated that this old-time wooden frigate out here on the vasty deep with this strange scene being enacted on her deck was a practice-ship of some naval acad emy. And such she was in truth. Aft under the break of the deck was a line of letters in brass. They read : U. S. S. Monongahela. She had sailed from Annapolis full two weeks before with the first, third and fourth classes of the United States Naval Academy on board, and she was bound on the annual practice cruise at sea. This scene just described, which to an inexperienced eye would have seemed strange and war-like, was a drill pure and simple. It was general quarters-a ceremony where the ship is ready to fight, when the crew is ready to work the guns, and battle to the death with the foes of their country. It was a night, alarm, too, entirely unexpected by the crew, and therefore a fine practical test of the resources of the frigate in moments of hasty peril and attack. The captain smiled grimly as he glanced at his watch by the light of a hand lantern: Turning to the first lieutenant he said in a low voice: ."Fair time, pretty fair. Ship ready for action in seven minutes. Could 1 better, though," was the reply. Ti the officer added questioningly: ''Shall I order retreat from qui! sir?" Captain Brooks
928 AR.\lY AND NATY \\-EEK.LY into darkness enshrouding the frigate, and replied: "No. It's a good night for further drill . We'll try 'abandon ship. "Man the boats only, sir?" "No; lower them. The sea is rather quiet. It might be a good idea to send the boats out a halfmile. It will give the cadets a taste of actual experience." Lieutenant Watson, the executive officer of the Monongahela, was too welltrained to offer an objection, or even advice, but he -glanced askance at the black wall surrounding them, as he called out: "Bugler, sound abandon ship." There was a quick, lively blast of a bugle, then the men and cadets melte
.ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. 929 this world. Here we are out in the bosom of the mighty deep, working away like a lot of slaves when we might be comfortable starving at home. I tell you peace is the thing." The Japanse youth-for such he waslanghed softly. "You fool me one time, my Joy," he replied. "I think when I first know you that yon great boy for peace. But--'' his long ashen oar. The launch pitched and rolled in the seas, and steadily forced its way through the blackness. Far astern twinkled the lights of the practice ship, seeming no larger than star points in the distance. Overhead the darkness increased, the expanse of sea being banked in by gathering clouds. A breeze, cool and moist with a salty dampness, sprang up, WITH A QUICK TURN OF THE STEERING OAR CLIF BROUGHT THE LAUNCH ALONGSIDE THE ABANDONED TORPEDO BOAT ( puge 9 il 6 ) He chuckled, and added with evident zest: "You no like to eat more than you like fight. Yon whip three upper class boys, and not half try. When Clif Faraday say we do more things to third. class fellows you roll your eye and you lick your chop. You what American boys call one big bluff." The object of this arrangement laughed, and gave an added spurt with giving a fleeting spray to the edge of the waves. It was a strange experience to the young naval cad e ts, this tossing about in an open boat upon a heaving sea whose broad bosom sparkled and glowed with the sheen of prosphorescent lights. There was something fascinating in it all, something so peculiarly attractive that all wished the signal of recall would be long in coming.
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ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. 931 \Vhen the sudden and entirely unexpected crash came, Clif and the other members of the crew were bending all their energies toward forcing the launch back to the practice ship. With head bent low and arms tugging a t the oar he worked away, knowing full well that their very lives depended upon their reaching the l\lonongahela before the s udden gale i ncea sed Clif heard Jo y and Trolley talking, then came the lieutenant's fierce interruption, and then chaos seemed to come, and overwhelm boat and crew in one mighty crash. The lieutenant's warning cry came too late for pteparation. Clif felt himself thrown headlong from his seat upon the man in front. There was a wild scramble, then the waters of the ocean rolled up and engulfed all. Wilen Clif regained the surface he at once instinctively struck out. In no general direction, but with a natural desire to keep afloat. He heard cries and oaths about him, and a splashing and floundering as if a score of men were making a desperate fight for their lives. And mixed in with the hubbub was the keen whist}ing of the growing gale. Su
"932 ARMY NAVY WEEKLY. retain their position upon the tossing launch. The sweep of the waves sent a perfect deluge of water over them at times, and they were compelled to cling with tooth and nail. The force of the wind continued unabated, but it was evident from the suddenness of it's coming and its very fierce ness that it would not last. The lights of the Monongahela were no longer visible. Immediately after gaining the comparative safety of the capsized launch, Clif eagerly scanned the horizon. ''I am afraid she has been driven off before "the gale, fellows," he said, anxjously. "It certainly looks that way," agreed Joy. "I guess we can say good-by to the -0ld Monongahela. "It say good-by to us,., chimed in Trolley. "It go away; we 110 want to." He spoke lightly, but he fully understood the extreme gravity of the situation. All three realized that their li\'es were in deadly peril. With only the frail planks of an over turned boat between them and the depths of the angry sea, it was plainly evident that little hope remained. And what of the, others who had left the practice-ship? Clif shuddered and his eyes moistened .as he recalled the names of his shipmates. Some there were who had not been friendly to him. Many had sworn undy ing vengeance because he had led the plebes on more than one successful resistance to the hazing of the upper classes. In that very launch a cadet named Judson Greene, his most bitter foe, had pulled an -0ar. All animosity was forgotten now, however; in the presence of such an awful tragedy only heartfelt sympathy and regret could live. Haven't you seen anything of the others?" he asked again. "Nary sign," replied Joy gloomily. "I guess they gone down," murmured 1'rolley. "Poor boys. Me very sorry." A realization of their own situation was suddenly brought home to them. A curling wave, higher than the rest, . To the drowning man a straw is worth clutching for. After ten minutes of incessant labor Clif straightened up and announced what was patent to his companions. "Only a foot of water left, fellows. 'Ve can stand that for a time." "If we only had oars or something to keep the blessed craft before the wind we'd stand a show of living until morn ing," said Joy. "We look for things," announced the Japanese youth, suiting the action to the words. Clif continued bailing as a heavy wave
ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. had thrown more water over the side. Joy and Trolley started to search the boat forward. There were speedy results. An eager cry came from Joy and he called back: "Here's a find, Clif. The boat mast and sa ils are still fastened to the seats where they were before she capsized. Hurrah! We can do something now." Clif ceased bailing in a jiffy and scram bled forward. He found his companions t11gging away at a long shapeless mass, which resolved itself into a mast and a damp, soggy leg-of-mutton sail. "This is great," he exclaimed, exultantly. "It means that we can manage to keep afloat and make a little headway anyway. It can't be far to the coast of Portugal, and if the old Monongahela don't turn up we'll take a cruise of our own.'' "We've got to have rudder," said the ever practical Trolley. "Sail no good without rudder." "Sure thing," replied Joy. "Don't worry, we'll get one all right. There's a spare oar wrapped up with this sail." He had made the welcome discovery while unfolding the canvas. The three castaways set to work without delay, and after a half-hour's hard labor, during which they were compelled to stop and bail a dozen times, they finally had the mast stepped and a close-reefed sail spread. By degrees the launch worked around until it at last fell off before the wind. lt was a change from the constant dangerous rolling in the tro11gh of the sea, but the pitching caused by the enormous waves was anything but pleasant. The three lads took turns at steering. The solitary oar found with the sail an swered the purpose well enough. The nigl1t dragged slowly. As time passed, however, it became apparent that the gale was abating. The sea still ran high, but the wind lessened, until at last, jnst before dawn, it died down to an ordinary breeze. And how the miserable, water-soaked, poor castaways waited for the first gray streaks of the coming day Light wonld mean much for them. It would reveal either the welcome outlines of the practice-ship, or a dreary expanse of desolate ocean. It would tell at once whether they were destined to find hope or be condemned to an uncertain fate. Small wonder then, that Clif and Joy and Trolley stood up and watched and as the first faint rays of the sun drew the expanse of ocean from its pall of darkness. Trolley was the first to make a dis covery. Grasping the swaying mast with one hand, he leaned far out and pointed a shaking finger to an almost shapeless object just Yisible on the port beam. A cry in a strange tongue-his own from his lips, then he added excitedly: "Look! It ship or something. Look there, quick!" "It is not a ship," replied Clif, slowly. "It seems to be a capsized hull or some thing. Perhaps it is a dead whale." '.f here was bitter disappointment in his voice. "It no whale," insisted the Jap. "It too big. I think it as you say, a turned over ship. Maybe--" "I say, there's something floating over there," hastily interrupted Joy. He indicated a spot some distance off the port quarter. It was merely a speck tossing about at the mercy of the waves. Clif watched it long and earnestly, then he said with more excitement than he had vet shown : "Do you know, I believe it is a body tied to a bit of wreckage." "Let's investigate. Perhaps the person may be still alive, if it is a person." Clif sprang to the stern and grasped the steering oar, which harl been abandoned with the coming of daylight. Joy and Trolley handled the sail, and the launch was soon lumbering along en the opposite tack. The sea was subsicling with each passing moment. The breeze was just strong eno11gh to allow of the free handling of the boat. In the east the suJJ w as climbing into a sky almost clouclless. It promised to be a perfect day. Under other circumstances the cadets would have felt light-hearted and happy. But the memory of the recent night and its trngedy, and of their present desperate situation att11ned no merry song for them. As they approached the object floating
ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY .at the mercy of the waves, they became jiffy. Stand by, fellows. Steady! that's more and more excited. Finally Trolley it. Now, Judson, give us a hand with sprang up with a shout. Nanny." "It two bodies, and they tied to But Greene cast off the rope binding spar," he cried. "They no dead. I see him to the spar (evidently a fragment of one move." some wrecked mast) and unceremoniously As if to prove the truth of his words, scrambled over the launch's gunwale. one of the objects feebly waved an arm. "Thank God!" he gasped. sinking A faint shout came across the water. into the bottom. "I thought I'd never see "Help! Help!" daylightagain." Clif glanced at Joy in amazement. "Still the same o1d Judson," muttered "That voice is familiar," he exclaimed Joy again, assisting Cliff and Trolley to "Can it be--" transfer Nanny's insensible form to the "It is Judson Greene," hastily inter-launch. rupted the lanky lad. "He was in the When it was finally accomplished, the launch with us last night." little cadet-he was very small and young, "I am heartily glad he is saved," said with refined, delicate features-lay Clif sincerely. "Poor fellow, what a terone dead. rible time he must have had last night." Clif, by a hasty examination, found "No worse than us,,, muttered Trolley. that his heart was still beating, however. "He 110 good anyway. Why he saved in-He applied water to the poor bruised stead of good man?'' face, and tried every means in his power "Trolley never forgives an enemy,,, said to revive the lad. He worked with inJoy. "He has it in for Judson Greene. finite tenderness, as he had great sympathy And I don't blame him, either. The feland affection for little Nanny. low is a cad of the first water, and very At last tht boy gasped and opened dirty water at that.,, his eyes. He was still dazed, and he stared at those about him in a strangely "We can't bear animosity t:nder presterrified manner. ent circumstances," replied Clif. "I There was fear in his eyes and his ac don 't like the fellow any more than you tions-a deadly and unexplainable fear. do. He's tried to injure me in a thousand Placing his arms before his face as if ways, but I am willing to forget it." warding off a blow he moaned: The Jap and Joy exchanged glances, "Please don't throw me off, Judson .and the latter said softly: I'll only hold to the edge. Don't-don't! "That's Clif all over. He's as gen er-Have mercy! I-I-don't want to die. ous as he is brave and good, bless his old Mercy I mercy!" heart!'' The launch crept nearer and nearer to the strange bit of flotsam. The body of the other castaway was presently brought into view, then as the sail boat swept alongside a simultaneous cry of joy came from the trio. "It's Nanny!" The other boy fallen back, evidently from sheer exhaustion. He half rose again, and cried wildly: "Help me into the boat, Faraday. Please hurry; I'm nearly dead. Quick." "The same old Judson," muttered Joy. "Always thinking of himself. From the looks of things, he's not half as bad as Nanny. The poor youngster is wounded. 'l'here's blood all over his face and head.'' "Keep Uf your spirits," cheerily called out Clif. "We'll have you with us in a CHAPTER V. A WELCOME FIND. "Judson Greene, what is the meaning of this?'' Sterr. and accusing Clif faced the boy cowering at the bottom of the launch. Judson's face was white and he showed every evidence of guilt. "What do you mean?" he stammered. "I don't know what the little fool is talking about." "You tell lie," broke in Trolley hotly. "You try do something to that boy. You beat him." "Worse than that," added Joy equally angry. "Look at the poor kid's face. I'll
ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. 935 bet anything Greene tried to throw him -0ff the spar to make more room for his own worthless carcass." Judson maintained a sullen silence. Clif fell to soothing Nanny and soon had him more composed. When the youngster at last realized the truth, and saw that he was surrounded by friends, and one of those friends Clif Far aday, he cried for very joy. "Oh, Clif, I can't believe it's true," he sobbed. "It must be a dream, and I will wake up and-and--" "And you will find that it's the finest dream you ever had, youngster," laughed Cl if cheerily. "You arP. all right, Nan ny," he added. "You haven't gone to Davy locker yet. But tell us how you happened to get on that spar, you and Greene." Nanny glance
936 ARMY AKD 'N"A YY IVEEKL Y. what hope was there that the launch-a five boys began to show signs of surprise microscopical dot on the infinite ocean-and eager cnriosity. would be found? "Snrelv that isn't the bottom of a And if the Monongahela did not turn ship," said Joy. up, what then?" "And him no whale either," chimed There was not an ounce of food in the in Trolley. b oat nor a drop o f fre s h water. The stores "What's that thing sticking up a little with which all man-of-war crafts are sup-aft of midships?" queried Nanny excit-pil e d, had b ee n l ost during the colli s ion. edl y Clif look ed toward the bow. It was "By gum, it looks like a broken smoke-s h a ttered in the upper part and the tim-stack or fnnnel." h e r s w e r e slightly strained The launch "The thiug is iron or steel." cried w as fairl y s eaworthy still, but could it Judson, crawling aft. "See how the s ides s urviv e another gale? glisten." Clif' s face wa s very grave as he turned Clif said nothing, but the expression hi s attention inboard again. The sail was upon his handsome face indicated his s e t and ever ything ready for proceeding lively interest. Carefully handlin g the o n ward. A conrse was shaped for the dis-steering oar he brought the launch around t ant object. within a dozen yards of the tossing obClif glanced listlessly at it. He felt asject. sured that it would prove to be either a And then a simultaneous cry of amazecapsized hull-a grim relic of some ment burst from the cadets. ocean tragedy-or a dead whale. "Great Scott!" added Mark. "It's a "We won't lose much time in investi -torpedo boat and it has been abandoned gating," he said to Trolley, who had at sea!" [THE END.] come aft. "If it turns out to be what we expect, we'll make tracks for the coast of Portugal.'' A half hour later they were within fair sight of the object. As they neared it the The sequel to this interesting story, entitled "A Waif of the Sea," by En sign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N., will be pub lished next week.
THE CHELTENHAM MILITARY ACADEMY BY JOSEPH COBLENTZ GRO:FF. (NoTE: 'Thi s article is the first of a series to be published descrihi11v i11 detail tbe variou s military schools, slate aud private, of the United Stales. Th e 1tritrr, J. C. Groff, i$ a graduate of the A1111apolis Naval Academy, and al present comma11dant of a prominent New York City military schoo l.-Eo1TOR.) COLONEL JOHN C RICE, PRINCIPAL. To properly educate a boy means at tlie present time more than simply to teach I.Jim mathematics, science and the languages. lt really 111eans that the boy 111ust lie developed morally, pl.iysically aud socially as well as mentally, if lie is to lieco111e an active, useful and refined member of the society in wliich be 111oves. While the system adopted at most high-class 111i)itary schools is such as to meet a great many of these re quirements, not all are equally fortunate in having the proper location and surroundings, which without doubt have a great influence upon the student and should be the most important feature to be cunsirlererl in the selection of a school for the young. A schoo l that can rightfully boast of excellent natural arlvantages in this direction is tbe Cbeltenbam Military Academy at Ogontz, Pa. Situated on tbe summit of the Chelten Hills, 500 feet or more above the sea enjoying plenty of fresh air and pure water, it is very justly noted for its general bealthful11ess. But ni1Je miles from Philadelphia, it is near enough to euable the students to avail themselves of all the advautagos aud pleasures of a large city, ann at the same time it is far enough distant to be rid of the rnauy disadvantages of the same. 1111871 the late Rev. Samuel Cle111ents, D. D., as sisted and encouraged principally by Dr. E. W. Appleton, Mr. Jay Cooke and the late Mr. Robert Sl.ioe maker, prominent citizens of the neighborhood of Ogontz, conceived the idea of founding au institution where a limited number of young men and b0ys might receive a full college preparatory course, surrouJl(led by all ot the necessary influences. The immediate result. of their ideas was the Cheltenham Military Academy, which during the twenty-six years of its existence bas prepared more than six hundred young men for various pursuits in life, and is ably represented by its graduates n Harvard, Yale, Prh1ceton, Columbia, Corn ell and the other leading c oll eges of the country.
'938 ARMY AND WEEKLY. The school grounds are large, well shaded and care fully kept, there being in aJI about sixteen acres which furnish for the school a parade ground, au athl etic field, vegetable gardens and pleasant strolling plac es for the cadets. The m os t prominent part o f the grounds is occupied Ly the several school bmldiugs, which are large and commodh;us and m very good condition. The main building contaius tbe drawing roo111, the rnading roo m, the office and hbrary, sleep ing apartments for thirty of tbe younger cadets aud the roo111s of tbe principal and farnily and of s e veral masters. The annex contains a reading room for the uppe r school and quarters1for about thirty of the older cad ets. About two years ago a new school building, kno wn as Norwood Hall, was erncted and tbis tht assembl.v roo m 1ecitation roo111s1 laboratory, music roo m and lyceun1 In the basem ent there are bowliug alleys the third week in September and closes at the encl of the second week iu June, with the usual vacations at Christmas and Easter. Th e rates arn auc ut the same as tbose requirer at all well appoiuted l.>0ys' scbools, there beiug, h o w e\'er, liberal r edu1tions made to clergymen and to officers of the army and uavy. B es id es, the r e are fiv e scbolarsbips that have bePn estaLhshed in tbe Academy for tll e sons of clergymen, each scbolarshi p having au iucome of per year. The regul>tr rate per year is ,tiOO, in return for which the cadet is furnished with board, furnis h ed r oo m, tuition, sci.Joo! stationery, wasbing, use of arms and accoutrements a11
.A.R.MY A ND NA VY WEEKLY. 939 His past record has pro,ed him to be a good disciplinarian and an enthusiastic instructor In addition to the two officers already na111ed, tlle different depart ments of ma thematics, science, English studies, c las sics and history are presided over by the following gentlemen: George W. Woodward, A. M., Fre d Doo little A. M., Paul C. Scbarff, A. M., Louis C. Williams, A B., David B. Longaker, B. E., and Arthur C. Curtis, A. B. Ti.Jere are also connected with the scl.Jool fl ve lady as sistants, also instructors iu athletics, music and danc ing, a school physician aud a chaplain. For tbe purposes of discipline and for instructiou iu infantry tac tics the cadets are organize d into a battalion of t1Yo companies, each con1pauy being commanded by a ca. det officer, who is nuder tbe direction and of the com111andaut of cadets. 'l'he officers and non-commissioned of:HC'ers are se lected from those cadets of the uppe r scliool who have asm and interest of the cadets, as a r esult of this innovation, have ueen noticed by those in authority at the academy. Tue cadets wear exclusively either a fatigue uniform of gray, somewhat like the West Point cade t f atigue uniform or a full dress uniform of blue cut Yery 111ucb tlie same way. Both are very neat and present a very pleasiug ap pearance aud the cadets are cornpelled to keep them at all times m a good coudiiiou. The military drill at Cbelteuham is only o n e o f the several important features of the scbool, a11d is not al lowed to be put into so great promiueuce as to inter fere with the regular school duties. Ou the co11trary, it is found to produce a salutary effect upon the discipline and general work about the school. There are three courses arranged at the acade111y which exte.nd through a period of sh: years-the classi-THE BICYCLE CORPS. oeen 1nost studio us, most soldierlike iu the performance of their duties and m os t exe111plary in conduc t Tbe cadPt officers o f the battalion who just finished their duties last June were as follows: Battnliou staff, S. C. Morgan, captaiti and adjutant; I. W Price, lieuteuaut aud quartermaster. Captains, A company, R M. Liucolu; B COlllpany, W. H. Kirk bride. A company, W. H. Merwi11, S. C. Hulse, S. V. Browu; B company, T r.... Hayes, B. Q. Nice, B. B. Boyd. On every srhu o l day the cadets "fall in" ready for military drill unde r the directi o n of their comman dant, and are pnt throug h the many evolutions pre. scribed in the infantry drill regulRtions. Besides these regularly prescribed manoeuvres there are bicycle drills executed by a pkked company, which is put through all the details of alignment, firing, etc. Very go0tl and wholesome effects upou the enthusi-cal, the Latin scientific, and the English, the first two providing a thorough preparation for the best Ameri can colleges o r scientific schools, tbe third being inteuded for boys w!Jo have a uusiness career in vie1v and who d o not intend to e11ter college. In order to provide a wholesome stimulus for more active work, the principal of tbe Academy, through the ass istauce and kindness of liberal-minde d friends of the schoo l offers every year a number of prizes to be competel for by the students. The most important ones are t!Je "Head Boy Prize, the "Military Drill Prize," the "Scholarship Prize" and the "Declama tion Prize,'' which were won during the past year by the following cacl ets respectively: Oniu Bleakley, Franklin, Pa.; Herbert M. Hall, Philadelphia; Rod erick Barnes, New York and Ralph Kilby, Carthage, N. Y. There are very many schoul organizations at Obel-
940 A.ND N.A "WY WEEKLY. tenham, which fact sliows that the sel1uul spirit is ket aliva ut all ti111es iu 111auy ways. Tue pri11cipal oues are the al11n1ni association, the athletic association, the ca111era club, tile hicyde club, the glee club, tlie 111audoli11 club, the gymuasiu111 ex l1ibitiou tea111 a11d tLe scliool paptr. Under the supervision of tbe officers of the athletic associatiou are tue football, the baseball aud tlie track tea111s. At present the academy holds the ehanrpionship of tue luter-Academic Athletic Associatiou of Eastern Peuusylvauia iu baseball and footliall. The association is 111111lll for '!17 is now vigorously at work, and in tlio "He,eille" are Cadet" 0 F. Bleakley, R. B. Barnes, H. i:l. Mathis and J. f>lieasley. The lite at Chdteuua111 is very similar to that at most good military schools. From "reveille" to "taps" the cadet is under niilitary cliscipline, wuich is as seYere as is couistent w111J tl1e reqttirerne.:its and duties of a private preparatory scl1001. ltegular i11spec tio11s a1l'I rlrills, study hours anJ recital i<111s, and tile ordinary school duties-each has its nllotted tirne of the day in engaging the atte11tio11 of the but there are cert>lill periot.ls when t!Jey are free t o eujoy the various forms of athletics aud social pleasures, which help to lighteu the caie aud hardsuips of school life. Every morning and 1weni11g the ('adets assemble in Norwood Hall for ]ll"aYPI'. whih rn11d11rted by the MANDOLIN CLUB. midst of the season's games. The team is captained by Herbert Mathis. is nanaged by 01-rin Bleakley, and both of these cadets receive assistance on the field from Dr. Cnrl Williams, who is at present coaching the team. Track athletics at Cheltenham will liki>ly improve very n1aterially in the future by reasou of the recent completion of 11 fine quarter-mile track for the use of the cadets. The school paper, called "The Cheltenham Reveille," is a very attractive of amateur juurualism, con taining interesting half-tone illustrations in each num ber. present members of the editorial staff of the chaplain or by sorne other oflfoial of the school. On Sunday the rPgular daily routine is very much moclifiecl, for in the morning the cadets ha"e Bible le,sons, 1.1fter which they attend didne services at St. Paul's Church, which is near, or at tbe Presbyterian church at Ashho111ne. In the evening. religious se r vices am conducted in the S('bool chapel by tlle principal or by sorne visiting c lergyman. To a great exte11t a school c1.1n be judged properly by the success and st1rnding of its graduates, and judging from the good r ecord made at college l>y the ca dets of the Cheltenham Military A ca de my, it can justly he classed among the leading military schools of the United Rtates.
Antlwr of 1.l f.A'fl way. and right rlown upon the marble fl0or of the council chu111l>er h e sprnwled fell lengtb. Alive to hi> peril. hrnised and l1'llf-st1111nPd, NigPl st11ggered to his feet. He still w ore the shooting clothes in which he bad left the R esi<1cy on="" the="" night="" of="" his="" capturn="" anrl="" he="" knew="" that="" id="" e="" could="" not="" be="" co="" ncealed.="" saw="" high="" priest="" mat11dee11="" mir="" app1oaching="" swiftly="" a11d="" face="" was="" distorted="" with="" passion="" amazed="" r="" tion:="" a="" jewel-encrusted="" dagger="" gl="" eame="" d="" in="" band.="" davennnt="" make="" dash="" for="" it="" haul="" s="" eau="" ohta.i11ell="" frolu="" all="" uewsdea="" lers.="" at="" s11n1111ons="" nigel="" tnrue="" to="" open="" do0r="" but="" sliliped="" polished="" a11="" fell="" before="" rise="" chauce="" escape="" gone.="" lll="" t="" attuck="" or="" euenaies="" kueeliug="" rnd="" by="" jerkiug="" bis="" liotly="" one="" oide="" rnissed="" stroke="" tlie="" descentliug="" dagger.="" u="" lie="" fluug="" up="" hotl.j="" h11111ls="" and="" more="" chunce="" thau="" design="" cangbt="" matadeeu="" right="" wri="">.t, aud with a force that seut tlie weapon clatteri11g to the floor. A brief struggle followed. :::ibouting at the top of their voices, ti.le Prime Minister and \ '11sht11 thrd w thernselves upon the Englishuwu. But despel'lltiou Jeut Nigel tlie strengtl.J of a mad111au, anci Ile uot only ueat off the clutcbi11g arms of his foes, but n1auagetl to g"t to his feet. He landed u ftrl'ious blow 011 the budy of the high priest, knocl;ing the brnuth pretty well out of him 1111d lriviug him b11ck in spasn1s or p11rn. Tl.Jen he rnshe d at :\latadeen Mil', hut the latter evaded tlie attack by dodging to oue side. He suat"hAd up the dagger from the floor, and with au oatl.! he swuug rouutl a11d co11frouted Nigel, beut ou rn11king a speerly en h on J'llatadeen Mir's forehead, and as the r ed blood sp11rte1l fro111 the wonnd he went dow11 like a log, and lay quiveriug o n the ma1ble floor. W ell done" gasped Nigel. "Yon saved my life." "I bnp e I l1ave killer! the ruffian muttered llawks m oo l'. "I woulrl Jilrn to nnke sure, but if we delay 1rn iustaut 1 011gel' w e are lost.'' There was indeed no time to spare. \ashtu, having ier o,e 1e1l from the blow and scorui11g to take refuge in flight, t owered above the far end of tbe sto11e tat.le. His a rills were Ul'lifted hi > eyes glowed "ith fa11atiC'al fury, and l :e alternately shouted in a sl11il! voice o r screamed dl'eudful i111precutio n s on the inrpi o11s in vaders. And the al a rlll bad already sprearl tire Dnrbar H o nse Fl' om c l ose hy, iu the rlil'ecti o11 o f the t own, ca111e a hoarse tumult of voices, l asldng anns. alld rn11ning feet .. "F-lark. they are v"ry near I" said "Yes. we must he off!" excla11ned Hawksmoor. "HeavAn help us if we al'e caugl:t!" As they turne d away from the ble edi11g and 11iwo11-
9.A.RMY NAVY WEEKLY. scious body of Matadeen Mir, a slab of 1narble "hizze'bt compared to the danger that was swiftly overtakrng them frolll the rear; for uow the pursuers were so close that the reflection of their torches flashed faintly to right a11d left of the bridge, aud their savage yells, blending with the patter of many feet, told tbat they had sighted their prey. Hawksmoor was facing that way, and could see all, but his rigid, motionless features told nothing-revealed no sign of the tremendous mental strain be must ha,e been enduring. The temptation to turn and look over his shoulder almost mastHed Nigel. "Are they at tbe bridge yet?" be panted, as he
AR.MY AND NAVY WEEKLY. 943 crept on unsteadily. "Will we ba ve time to throw it into tbe gulf before they can cross?" 'Be careful-don't get reckless l'' was the calm aud evasive reply. "Answer 111e!'' insisted Nigel. "We will escape, Davenaut, tbough it will be by the skin of our teeth. I promise you that, so dou't l ose heart. A little faster-we are very ueal'!y across." The words were almost drowned by a burst of fiendish cries. Wavering of yellow light played all about the fugitives, and si,veral spears and other weapons whizzeI across the chasm, lit up ruddily by tbe glare of or three torches, a dozen or more of swarthy, ferocious featured uathes were dancing about arnl yelling with rage-huge fallows with Joug black hair, wearing tunics and short trrrnsers of grePn calico, and armed witb tnl wars, spears, and knives. One of their number Jay dead on the very lirink of the gulf, killed by Hawks111oor's first and only shot, and this bad tempol"lrily checked others aml driven them back a little. Directly opposite to them, fearlessly exposed to the light of his own little torch, Hawksmoor w11s making tbe most of the chance, tuggiug with botb bands at tbe but the structure was a11d cumber s0me, and the fact that four feet of its length rested on the rock added to the difficulty of his task. Calnrly he dragged it to 0110 side, inch by inch, w11ile the yelling fiends let fly a straggling s11ower of we11pous tbat missed hi111 as though be bore a charmed life. Divining the intrepid man's purpose, and seeing that he must soon succeed, the uatives surldenly screwed tbemsel ves up to a flluatical pitch of courage. Screecb ing louder than eve1, they made a dash at the bridge. But Hawskmoor was as quid< to act, and, standing erect, he leveled and aimed revolver. Crack! With the ftusb and the report the foremost native, who was already on the bridge, flung up his arms and toppled ir.to space with a yell. The crash of the bocly, far below, was drowned by the second shot and it echoes. Another of the swarthy wretches fell, 11nd lay quivering 011 the briuk. The rest wavered for an instant, and their cries of rage made a weird and blood-curdling chorus in tbe hollow beart of tbe tnountain. "Daveuant, I need you. Quick!" The summous roused Nigel from bis stupor. Less than a minute bad passed while be stood looking pass ively on frorn the background, and 11ow be sprang eagerly forward, fired by a burning desire to take part in the gallant struggle. He stooped to grasp the end of the bridge. not that," Hawksmoor shouted, looking at him doubtfully. "You will lose your head and fall over. Is your arm steady?" "I think so." "Then tnke tbis"-thrusting the revolver into bis bauc1. "There are three shots left, and our lives depend on them. D on't ..-aste a single one, but keep those devils back l'' "I'll do it," Nigel vowed fiercely: and as be stood back a little, leveling the weapon, Hawksmoor again tackled the end of the bridge. At that insta11t the natives, grown desperate and reckless, made another rush to the brink. 8ome burled short spears across, and two ventured daringly on tbe bridge. Untouched bl. the weapons. Nigel took a steady aim and fired. fhe foremost man pitched headlong into the gulf, and bis companiou, losing heart, scrambled back. "Good shot!" cried Hawksmoor, who was tngging and straining away like a slave. "Half a minute more will do it, Davenant l" But meanwhile two new arrivals, bearing torches, had joined the foe. Une of these a big brawny ruffian, was ar111ect with a muskN. Pushing forward, he knelt on tbe very brink of tbe chasnr and took deliberate aim at Bawksmoor. Nigel saw the da11ge1, and both fired at tbe same insta1rt. The crack of the revolver was drowned by tbe tbuuderous report of the heavier weapon, aud through the curling smoke tbe Hindoo was seen to ree l, pitch forward, and vanish in the depths of the gulf. "l'nr not hit! The bullet went by my ear!" Hawksmoor shouted, in a cheery voice. "Watch sharp, Dave annt ,, There was a burst of ea1-splitting yells, and half a dozen of the natives, roused to a pitch of iusane fury, made a uolcl atteurpt to carry the t>ridge. Three Trere t1en
944 ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. "Not the faintest streak," said ISigel. "It will conie soou e11ougb," his companion muttered. ''In Nepaul tbe da w11 b1eaks al1uost without warning-a blue!< sky one minute and a spreadiug wave c.f silver the 11ext." "Are we near to this island of the ternple, wl.ere we are to find safe suelter and to meet Ali Mirza? Nigel questioned. "l don't know,'' Hawksmoor replied. "Bhagwan Das you can tell us that.'' "Sahibs, it i s not far," the Hin
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946 ARMY AND NA VY WEEKLY. bad no doubt tbat nothing but a fear of tbe conse quences would deter hi111 from the di>sporata a<'t he hinted at, and he rejoiced more tfban ever thut lie had two stalwart friends so near at haucl. Ther<' was a little more conversation between Kirby aud Dan, and then Kirby rose to bis feet. "Well, boy,., be said abruptly, "it is time for us to be going." "Go if you like, Mr. Kirby!" said Dean, quietly. "I prefer to remain where I a111." ''What, boy?" Kirl.Jy, angrily, ''do you mean to defy us ?" "I mean, Mr. Kii;by, that you have no right to in terfere with me, or to deprive n1e of my freedom." "No right, bave l?" iuquireu Kirby in a sarcastic tone. "That is what I saicl." "1'heu, boy, you'd better not have said it. You won't fare any better for it, l can tell you that. Come, get up, and at once!'' He leauecl over, and grasping Dean by the collar pulled him roughly to his feet. 'l'be next moment, he thought he had been struck by lightning. He received a blow on the side of his head that stl'etched bim full length on the grouud. When be rose, vaguely wonrlering wbat bad hap pened, he confronted not the boy be had assaulted, but a strong, atbletic man, with a powerful frame, anrl a stern, resolute eye. This was Rawson, bnt he was not alone. Standing between Dean and Dau was auotber m;iu, younger, hut 1.:iokiug quite as powerful, Eben Jones, of Couuecticut. "What rlo you mean by tllis outrage?" de111anded Kirhy, with a baffler! look, gna w1ug his nether lip in abortive wrath. "That's a question for me to ask, strauger," re torted Ra wsou, coolly. ''What do you meau by assault ing tbe hoy?" "What do I mean? He is my servant, who has de serted and deceived me." "Is this true, lad?" "No, it isn't. l came West with his man, as a secre tary, not knowing his cllaracter. l found out that he was a thief ancl then l left him.'' "You sball 1'nswer for tllis, boy!" said Kirby, al most frothing at the mouth. ''How dare you insult me?'' "Tile boy is telling tbe truth. l make uo doubt, if you call ti.lat insultillg you," said Rawson. "He tells us yon shut bim up in a cave." "Yes, and.I'll do it again." "Will you You are at liberty to try." "What bave you got to do with tbe boy any way?" "A good deal. We have just admitted hirn as a part-uer in our mining firm. You'll find us iu Gilpin County if you want to call, though on the 'Vhole I woulrln't advise it, as we miners make short shrift of such fellows as you are." "The boy must come with us!" saia Kirby, dogged ly, unwilling to owu himself beaten. "I've got something to say to that, stranger, and it's qnicltly said. Make yourselves scarce both of you, or you'll never know what hit you." He pulled from his girrl1e a six shooter and pointed it at Kirhy. The latter needed no second hint. He and Dan turned and walked away, muttering some ugly threats to which the two miners paid no heed. 111d, we'll have some supper," said Raw son, "and look out for a good place to pass the night. I cau't say much for your friends. They're about as ugly looking knaves as I ever saw." "l agree with you," said Dean, heartily. "I hope I shall never see them again." CHAPTER XXXIV. SIX MONTHS AlfONG THE MINES. Six months later among the hills of Gilpin County we find three old acqnaintances. They are Ben Raw son, Ebenezer Jones, and Dean Dunham. Dean bas grown taller and there is a healthy brown hue on his cheeks. His eyes are bright, and his look is cheerful. The three 11re sitting in front of a miners cabin, resting after the fatigues of the d11y. "Have a pipe, Dean?" asks Rawson. "No, Ben; you know I don't smoke." "You 're right, lad, no doubt, but I conldn 't get along with,lut it. Do you know, boys. it is just six months to-day since we callle here, afte1 our brief iutervie with Dean's friends. By the way, what are their narnes?" "Peter Kirby and Dau-I don't know his last nan1e.'' "I woncler '"bat bas become of them. It is easy to tell wbat will bPfal! them at last." "I hope I sbaH never set eyes on them again," said Dean, fervently. "Well, I won't just say that; I might like to meet them if they were ahout to receive theil deserts." "Do you know how we staud, Rawsou?" asked Eben Jones, talnng the pipe from bis mouth. "l was just figuring up, Eben1 this afternoon, since you have maJe me treasurer l'here's a little over tllree tbousaud dollars in the common fuud. ' "A thousand dollars apiece." "Precisely. It isut a bad showing, is it? What do you say to that, Dean? How old are you?" "Sixteeu, but I 11m nearer seventeen." "There are 11ot many boys of your age w bo are worth a thousand dollars." '' l owe it to your kindness, Ben-yon rs and Eben's.'' "l don't admit that, Dean. You have worked hard for it.' "But then I am only a hoy, aud yet you admit me to au equal partnership.'' "Anrl we're glad to do it, Dean," said Rawson, warlllly. "Isn't tiJat so, gben?" "You're talkin' for us both, Ben. The kid's heen a great rieal of company for us." "Besides, Dean, Ebon and I Lia ve got ten thousand dolla1s between us iu a bank in Denver, unless the bank's busted, which I haven't beard of. I say, Eben, old chap, l feel rich '' l feel rich euougb to go home," said Eben, after a tboughtful pause. 'Would you mincl if I did, B leave 'em some one will take possession, aurl that'll Le au end of om owner,hip." ''Sell 'em,' 1 said Eben, couc1sely.' "That will take time." "I'll stav till it's done. I'm not going to give 'em away. "Trust a Connecticut Yankee for that," said Raw son, laughiug. "Well, to-morrow, then, we'll let our neighbors know that our claims are for sale." Dean and bis two friends retired at an early hour. They usually became fatigued by the labors of the day, and did not require to court slumber loug. They rose early, and took their breakfast at a restaurant near by. Before tllis was opeued, they took turns at cooking breakfast tbemsel ves, but were glad to dele gate that duty to some one else Dean, as the best penman, prepared the sign: THESE CLAIMS FOR SALE. Rather fortunately, as Rawsou was weak not only in writing but in spelling, 11nd woulcl have been very likely to write "Theas dames fer sail," without a thought that he bad committed an error. About nine o'clo<'k on the second morning, a small man, dressed in a drab suit, walked leisurely up to Rawsou, anrl remarked: "l understand that you wish to sell these claims." "Exactly, if we can get a fair price. "By we you mean--" "Myself, Mr. Jones and the boy. We are partners. Where might you be !rom, friend?" "l have an office in Denver. I am commissionecl by a Philadelphia syndicate to buy some mining property, which will be worked with the help of improved ma chinery in a systematic manner." "Then you will need more than we have to sell." "I ba ve se<'ared the propNiy on each side of you," said the agent, composedly. "What figures are you prepared to offer?" asked Rawson, with a look of business. "I don't want to be
ARMY A -D :XAYY WEEKLY. 947 extortionate, but the claima ara gnod oues, and we don't waut to sacrifice theni." Then ensued a few miuutes of bargainiug, in which Dean took no part. Eben, though usually the. most sileut of the three, now ueveloped the qualities characteristic of the New Englaud Yaukee, and it was due to !Jim that the property was sold for six thousand dollars. "Jmigllthii.vegotmore if I'd stood ont a little louger,'' he said, half regretfully. "We've done pretty well, !.hough," said Rawson, complacently. "It's two thousand dollars apiece, say three, with what we've taken from it in tbe last six months. What do you say to that. lad? You'll go borne with three thousaud dollars." "It doesn't seem possible, Ben. Wby, Uncle Arlin bas been at work for forty years, and I don't believe tbe old place would fetch tha1. '' "Money's easier to come at than in the old times. You'll astonish tbe old folks, Ian." "There'll be some others that'll he surprised," said Dean, s111iling. "Squire Bates apd Brandon among the rest.'' "It's better tl1an going home like a tramp. Its strange how much more people think. of yon when you're worth a little property. And I don't kuow but they're right. To get money, I mean honestly, a man must have some brains, and he mnst be willing to work. How n1nch money do yon tllink I had when I arrived here?" "1 don't know. "Eigllteen dollars. It was grit or brains with me, I can tell yon. Eben here wasn't much better off." "Not so well. I only bad uine dollars." "And uow we'Ye got eight thousand apiece. Th11t'll make us comfortaule for a while, eb, Ebeu?'' "Fol' life, Rawson. I shall neYer come back here, but settle down at borne, where people will call rne a rich inatt." "I can't answer for myself. How is it with yon, Dean?'' "I shall come hack," said Dean, posithely. "There's very little chance for me in Waterford. "Well, perhaps you are right. You'll have a fair start, and you're industrious and enterprising." They stopperl iu De1Her ou their way home. and called at tbe. office of the ageut through whom their claims had been sold. ''Gentlemen,'' said the agent, ''may I venture to give you some advice?" "Certaiuly," said Rawson. "Tl.ie best thing you can do with a part of your money is to invest in real estate in this town. Eben Jones shook bis bead. "I'm going to buy a far111 at home, and put the rest of the money in tbe savings bank," he said. "How is it witb you, 111r. Rawson?" "No doubt your advice is good, but I want to let the folks at home see w.bat I have brought in solid cash." "And you?" continued the agent, turning to Dean. "I will invest two tbousaud dollars in Deuver lots," said Dean, promptly, "and take the rest home as a present to my uncle and aunt.'' "You won't regret it. Denver is growiug rapidly. I predict that the lots will double in your hands in a year. Dean took a walk round tbe e111bryo city with the agent, and made a purchase of teu lots on Lawrence street in accordance with his judgment. "J:'low," said the agent, s111iling, "1 shall be sure to see you out here again." CHd"PTER XXXV. AFFAIRS IN WATERFORD. Leaving Dean in Denver, let us go back to Water ford and see how matters stoorl in that quiet little village. Witb .Adiu Dunham they did not go well. He bad an attack of rheumatism during the winter whi<'b hrnd ered him from working for several weeks, anrl so abridged bis earnings. Both he and his wife missed Dean, whose lh,ely and cheerful temperament enlhened the house. They were troubled, too, because montlis bad passed Eince they bar! heard from hi111. "I don't know what has happened to Dean," said Arlin one Saturday e"feni11g, when be sat beside the kitchen fire "'itl1 his wife. "Seems to me he'rl write if he was in good health. [ an1 at'eared sornetbiug has gone wrong with the boy.' "l hope not, father," said Sarah Dunbam, pausing in her knitting. "So'Clo I, Sarab, but you must agree t!Jat it's strange he don't "'rite." 'That's true, Adi11. He was always a tboughtful, considerate boy. Tbe house seerns louesome witbout him." "So it does, Sarah. But if I only knew he was cloin' well I wouldn't miud that. He may baYe got sick and--'' "Don't say such things, father." said .111rs. Dunham in a tremulous voice. "! can't bt>ar to tbiuk auvthi11g's happened to the boy." But we must be prepared for the worst, if so be the worst bas come." "1 am sure he is alive and well," said Sarah Dunham. who was of a more hopeful tempernlllent than ber husband. 'Then why don't be write?" "To be sure, Adin. That's sometbing I can't e x plain. But Dean's bealthy, aud he's a goor\ boy who 1vouldn't be likely to get into mischief. Instead of loe ing prepared for the worst, suppose we hope for tbe best." "Maybe you 're right, Sarah. I try to be cbeerful, but since l was robbed of that thousand dollars lnck seems to have been against me. Aud tbe worst of it is, Sarah, !'111 not getting younger. I shall be sixty fi ve next mouth." "I am not much behind you, Adin, as far as years go.'' "I did hope tbatDean would be in a position to help me when l got along in years. 1 mistrust I made a mistake wheu I let him go out West. If he'd stayer! here, he migllt have beeu a good deal of help to us both." "Still there didn't seem to be rnuc!J of a prospPct for the boy." ''He could ba "fe mauaged the farm when lie got a little older." "That is true, but it has never given you a living, Adin. You've bad to depend upon your trade." "He could have learned the same trade. A trade's a good tbrng for a boy to haYe to fall back upon." "He may co111e back, and realize all your expecta tions, Adiu. We mustu't despoud till we h1l\'e reason tO. II "There's another thing tllat's worryin' me, Sarah -it's the mortgage. Ndxt week six months' interest falls due-twenty-four dollars-and I haven't the mouey to meet it:'' "Squire Bates won't push you, surely." "I don't know. Once or twice lately when I met the squire be dropped a hint that he was short of money I didn't say much, but it struck me he had object in sayin' what he did.'' "Jt's tbe first ti!ne yoo haven't been ready wit!J the interest, isn't it, Adin?" 1 Yes, the very time.'' "Tllen perhaps be will overlook it this time. You'd bet' er manage to see bim about it.'' "I'll do it the first time I .ee him." That time came sooner than either of them thought. Adin Dunham had scarcely C'ompleted his seute11C'e when a knock was 110ar
948 ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. "Yes, and as you can irnagine, that is a serious thing to a poor man." "I su1>pose so," assented the squire, conghiug. "1 am glad you came in, squire, because I wanted to speak to you about tbe interest on that mortgage." "lt fa!Js clue next week," said Squire Bates, pron1ptly. "Just so, and I'm sorry to say that for the first time I shall be unalile to meet it." "Indeed!" returned the squire, bis voice stifl'euing. "That is very unfortunate!" "So it is, squil'e, but I hope as it is the first time, you will overlook it," said Adin Dunham, anxiously. "My dear sir," said the squire, "it is hardly 11ecessary to say that I tl'llly sy111athize witb you. You ue lieve that, 1 hope?" "I thought you would, squire. I d1du't believe you'tl be hard ou rne." "But-yo.u misunderstand me a little, neighbor Dunbam-1 caunot be as considerate as I would like to be. The fact is, I am very short of money, embarrassed in fact, and I depeuded ou that payment. Perhaps you can borrow it?" "There's 110 one in the village likely to accomrnodate me with a loan unless it's you, squire.'' "And 1 an1 very short of C'asb. Judeed it wouhl hardly do for me to lend you money to pay me, would it, now?" 11 I am afraid not," said the carpenter, ruefully. "In fact, neighbor Dunharn, I came here this evening to ask if you couldn't arrange to pay the mortgage.'' "Pay tlle mortgage!" echoerl Adiu Dunham, 1\itb a blauk look. ''Yes; I thought you might raise the money in some way." "I wish you'd tell me where, Squire Bates. Eight hundrec1 dollars! W by, it's as big to 1ne s the national debt! I cl id expect to pay off the mortgage with that thousa111l dollars, that I was so wickedly robbed of." "Oh, al>, to be sure! It was a great pity that you were prevented fro111 doing it.'' "That robbery broke me rlovn, Squire Bate. I believe it has made me five years older, though it hap pened less than a year ago. lt 111akes me feel kind o: reliellious at times to think that such a villain as the man that robbed 111e shoulrl go unpunlslied." "It isn't best to cry over spilt milk," saicl the squi1e, who felt obviously unco111fortahle under these allusions. "I can't help tbinki11' of it, though, squire." ''To be sure, to be sure!'' "When it was gone, I hoped -tbat Dean would be ahle to help me to pay up the mortgage some time.'' "Have you heard from your nephew lately?" "Not for months. Have you heard from the man be weut out with?" ''Yes, I have heard several times.' 1 "Does he say auything about Deuu?" ''He says-1.iu t pe1 haps I bad better not tell you. I don't want to distress you," and tbe squire besitateLl. "Say.what you have to say. I can stnml it." 11 He says he Deun for disi1ouesty." 11 Dean dishonest! Why, squil'e yon 11111st be jokin'." "I a111 sorry to sny, llPighbor bu11ha111, that there is uo joke about it. Mr. Kirby is not likely to lie mistaken .. 111 tell you, Squire Bates," said Adiu Dunham, au grily, 'tl1at 111y uephew Dean is as honest 11s I arn my self. The 111an that charges birn with dishonesty is a liar! It's a word I don't often use, but I must use it tu is ti me." "I agree with my husband," saitl Sarah Dnnlrn111, her mild blue eyes sparkling with indignation. ":-!oth ing would i11tluce Deau to steal." "Of course you are pl'Bjudicerl in your nephew's favor," said the squire, with a sligbt sueer. 'It is very natural but you can't expect others to agree with you. t-iowever, we will drop tb1s suuject. I am afraid Dean will never be able to help you. I used to tbiuk well of him, though 111y son Brandou didn't agree with n1e." II What can your son Brandon kUOIY of D.,an COlllpare
. FLAT TOP MOUNJ: lCopyri;.;hted, Amencau P111tlislll'rS' Corpor;ttiou.) (''TOM FEN\VICK'S F<>R'IUNE" was to111111e11('tltl last wePk.) sy:-;oPSIS OF PREV!OlJS CHAPTERS. Tbe story 011eus in the weRtPrn rniuiui; town of Lodeille. "'.rom.'' a Intl of se\'entee n, employed as n helper at :Bixtons l1otel is discovered, hy llleaus or a handbill from the eaAt. to be a runaway for whom a reward of Hve thousa11d dollars has been otrerco. Tolll ove1hears the reading of tile hill allll esrupes t'ro111 town on the horse of a Mexican tlesperado namecl l\lontez. He encounters a girl on the road who is hein;.; torlllenr.ed hy a band of vagrant Indians. He rescues her, butts overtaken hy l\Iontez at the head of a nmuher of citizcns. Tom is !'hargecl with the grave crime of J1orse-stealing ancl takPn hack to Lodeville allCl imprisoned in the town loclrnp. l>olly Bruton, the girl, promises to pPrsuacle h
950 ARMY .AXD N.A.YY WEEKLY. of auy kind is the hardest thi11g in the world for me to heAr. I was 1na,le for an out-of-door life." "You'll ha,e to stand it, though. 1 otl'ererl to be responsible for your appearance, but they wouldn't lis t e n to it. '!'bat Montez is--" Here Bruton checked himself suddenly, and began qnestioniug Tom concerniug the affray between him self aad the Mexican, with all that followed. "Dolliver, the magistn'lte, is a fair man, according to his lights,'' remarked Bruton, after he had beard Tom through without intennption; ''and witb what little influence I may have in the matter I think he'll let you off with a nomiual fine-if he gets back in tin1e. '' .. "Get's hack in time!" repeate d Tom vaguely. ''Before imprisonment clri 'es you wild, as you say it will," hastily returned Bruton, with a show of ligbtness. "But l must be going now .Keep up your courage. You'll bea1 from me iu some way before long. Only don't be surpriser! at my messenger or what be may bring you-if I should send one." With this rather enigmatical closing, Bruton rose and extended his baud. "I can t thank you properly," began Tom, rather brokenly ''but--'' '':-lo th1anks. I don't forget your service to Dolly. Sbe's as fearless as she b good, but ttie child didn't realize the hidde n deviltry there is in those Indians, and Blueskin is the worst of bis kind. Now I must go." Wheu the bea''Y door bal closed behiud bis uew friend, Tom felt a vague feeling of uneasiness creeping over him. He remembered Bruton's hesitation; his twice repeated "if.'' Anrl vaguely to mind came a recollection of prisoners who, for real or supposed crimes, had b ee a taken by force from W astern jails and hung without the benefit of judge or jury, by men of la "'less passions. Yet when we read of si rnilar tragedies or terrible deaths we are apt to think of the m as liahle to bappeu to any ona excepting ourselves. And so with Tom, who gradually persuaded himse!r that the thing shadower! in bis miucl could not by auy possibility Ot'cur. And as far as possible he dis111issed the matter from tbonght. Tbe day was a tremendously long one. F;-om time to time 1'om varied the monotony of walking the hard clay floor by peering through one of tbe wider chinks between the logs. The view was uot particularly inspiriting at best. The mountain winds s1vept the dust in whirls and eddies tbrnugb the long street, which everywhere was strewu with empty bottles, meat tins, and refuse of All sorts. Not a tree or shrub was in sight below tbe higher range of the foothills. As was custon1Ary, those who were not at work in the mines above were asleep iu their cabins below. At the further end of the thoroughfare Bixto11 's hotel loomed up aggress h -ely red and staring among its humblev whitewashed neighbors. There seemed a more than usual stir about tbe premises. Tom uotieetl a dozen or more horses standing about tbe yard, as well as quite a little gatheriug on tbe stoop. Men were coming and going between the various saloons, whieh, excepting on Sunday, was not common to Lodeville rn the daytime. The day wore slowly on and drew to a close, its weary monotony only broken by the appearance of his jailer bringing Tom's meals. Once '!'om venturerl to ask for reading matter, but was refused "We ain't lit'rary foiks here toLodeville. We leave that fer Eastern tenderfeet that come out here boss stealin ',." was the curt response. As darkness settleard on A of them say, as he snatched up what had fallen with trembling fingers. George Washington De Jones was heard to rourmnr a hesitating consent. Picking up the baujo, be walked away, and, taking a position under the street lamp, hegau tuning tbe instrument, while a little crowd gradually assembled. Eagerly Tom withdrew to a place near the rloor, where a few feeble rays from the lamps without streamed through the He held in bis bands a long, slender saw of the kind known as the "keyhole" pattern, with a straight handle like that of a knife. Around tbe blade was a hastily written note, reading thus: "Montez bas worked up a gang to break open the lockup and take yon out some time toward morning. They say to tar and feather you, but I fear something worse. You will know what to do with what 1 send. Work at the rear. The colorer! fellow will hold their attention in front. Strike for the creek, and follow to the bridge where it crosses the north trail. Wait there, and George will join you. Leave tbe rest to him. There was no name signed, but that was not necessary. Tom tore the message into bits and chewed them to a pulp. Then without further delay he prepared for what he had to do. Before beginning bis daring attempt, he took a precautionary peep from the front of his prison.
ARMY AND NA VY WEEKLY. 951 In the center of a grinning <'ircle, among which were Clary and Lewis, bis two guards, stood the colored lad-his hear! thrown back aud banjo in position, at tacking the usual prelimi11ary interlude. Clary whispered sometbiug to bis mate, who nod ding, caught a lantern from the ground, and with his Winchester in the hollow of bis arm, strode toward the lockup. With a perception of bis purpose Tom bolted into the berth, and, enveloping bi111self from bead to heels in bis blankets, began snoring musically. l'be door was flung open, and the light of the ltn tern flashed on bis for111. ''Well wrapped up, but Eastern tent:lerfeet is delicate animals anyway," audibly remarked Lewis. Then with another glance be withdrew, and Tom chuckled as be beard the bolt snap in the big padlock outside. "Opening cboris," callerl the minstrel, after the manner of his kind. Then be began: "Call me your darling again, And give me the dear smile I implore; Say that I love not in vain; Oh keep me in sorrow no more." Clear and true rose the singer's voice, which was one of singular strength and pathos. A roar of applause followed, despite the rnaudliu sentiment, seemingly foreign to the surroundings. "Now give us somethiu' more nat'raI like. We ain't much in the 'yum yum' line,' shouteJ some one. Striking a few notes, the singer began again-in a different key: "Come friellds and list to a terrible tale, I'm au .object of pity and looking quite pale, I left oft' my trnde selling Ayers' pills To go and bunt gold in the dreary Black Hills." Chorus. "Ob don't go away. Pray stay if you can Far from the city called Fatal Cheyenne, Where big Wallopee and Cornancbe Bill Will take off your scalp if you go to the bill." A perfect furore followed this chaste and pathetic production. l\Ieanwbile, on his knees uurler the table, 'fom Fenwick was sawing away for his life. CHAPTER V. THE ESCAPING PRISONER. The sharp saw cut into the seasoued pine logs of the lockup rapidly in Tom Fenwick's firm grasp. One of them was sawed entirely through when Mr. George Washington De Joues completed bis second ''I shall ne,er forget that fellow's singi11g,' thought 'l'om, beginning his second cut about two feet to tlte right. This time George De Jones, after passiug round bis battered bat, broke iuto one of these so-called "jubilee" songs, which perhaps owe their popularity large ly to tbe sweet minor key in which so many of them are sung. It was the first time Lodeville bar! ever listened to anything of the kind, anrl the rouglt audience went quitti wi!rl over the song, "Ob Ring dem Golden Bells." After which came one which barl a certain appropriateness for the occasion. At any rate so thought Tom, as drawing a Jong breath of satisfaction, he pulled tbe severed section of log from its place, lea v iug an opening quite large enough for his exit: "Oh Dan'l was sabed from de lion's rlen, I'se gwine to weep no more; De Hebrew <'hillen frorn de fiery pen, I 'se gwine to weep no more. De Lord can set de pris'ner free, I'se gwine to weep no more; An' so He'll rescue you an' m.,, I'se gwine to weep no more.'' Before leaving his prison house Tom took the precaution to roll his blaukets together in shape some thing like the human form, and stow them at the furtller side of bis bunk as a sort of "dummy" in case of a second visitation from his jailors before mid night. Then, squeezing himself through the opening be hail made, he replaced the sawn section, and -looked about him. The lo<'kup faced the street about three-fourths of the way down. Behind it was a rocky waste, sloping to a gully through wiiich ran the creek meutioned in the message. Above the noisy tumult from the saloons Tom could bear tbe notes of. George De Jones' banjo, accom panied by his clear tenor voice in song after song as they were called for by his delighted audience. "Good-by, Lodeville-I've seen all I ever want to of a miuing town," he muttered. Dropping upon bands and knees, be wormed his way through and over vari ous obstructions down to the bed of tile gully. Then, rising, Tom followed along the creek-a turbid, slug gish stream that forme.lo-wly on and Tom, none too warmly clothed, shivered wllen every now and then he wakened from an uneasy drowse. His situation was uot a pleasant one. Re was a fugi tive, cold, hungry, and nuarmerl, wiLh a price on bis bead, escaping capti<>ity to avoid being hung for a horse tliief. He had just made an enemy-two, in fact, including Blueskin-wbo, he felt quite sure, woulJ lose no time in revenging himself, should e<>er opportunity occur. "Perhaps I should have beeu wiser to have stayed East and sturlied law, after all," be thought with a combiued igb and shiver. The night shadows gradually began lifting. A streak in the east spake of coming da w11. Wbern on earth was George Washington De Jones? What did Mr. Bruton-" Dar's a camp meetin' down to Huckleberry Swamp, Ob, let my people go. Is you anywhars 'round, you runaway scamp? Ob, let my people go." Tom uttered a joyful exclamation as his rescuer's voice suddenly broke upon his ear. Round a bend in tbe wagon trail Tom saw him approaching with the banjo under bis right elbow, occasionally picking a stray note from strings. Aud De Jones looked as fresh and cheerful as possible. "Her' e I am,'' called Tom, rising with some diffi culty by reason of bis cramped limbs. "Ob, ain't I glad--get out rle wilderness!" chanted the ebony minstrel. And then, executing a most 111ar velous pigeon wing, be approached anrl eye:l Tom curiously for a moment without spe11king. Seeing him for tl1e first time distinctly, Tom noticed that his features, though intensely black, bad not the distinctive African type. His eyes were soft and dark, but the nose was aquiline rather than flat, anrl the mouth well shaped, without the thick lips peculiar to the race. "So you're Mars Tom Miss Dolly done tell 'bout," said George Washington, slowly; "bow you sabe her from den1 Injuns an' all dat. Least we could do, she say, was help you out. An' I reckon we done it up in good shape, eh?" "You did indeed, George," Tom returned, earnest ly, "and I sban' t forget your share in the matter, I can assure you. But hadn't we better be getting further away? They'll find out my escape before long.'' "No hurry,'' coolly returned De Jones, "dat's discubbered mor'n two hour 'go. Ki yah-warn't dat fun, dough I mor'u twenty ob 'em-faces brack as dis chile's, tie elem two guards au' bust iJJ de lockup door. Montez was first in, an' grab for you-not'in' but roll of blanket! Golly, bow he swear!'' Tom could but laugh despite bis anxiety.
952 ARMY AN.11 NAVY WEEKLY. "Wbat did they do the11?" "Some oDe t'i11k he see feller light out toward Sau Juan 'bout miduigut, 011 hoosback. So de hull caboodle put off full lhisel. 'Spec' rley's half way dar now. You buugry?" "I just am," was the emphatic reply. 1'0111 's appe tite was of the healthiest, aud danger bad not affectes I think yes-someti111es no But I'm a waif a11d a stray. Father was l
Governing the RULES AND REGULA TIO NS Ad m ission of Candidates Into the Academies as C adets. Military and Naval ( Co m p ile d from Of ficial D ocume nt s ) UNITED ST A TES MILITARY ACADEMY (Part II.) The l'audidate is theu required to take and suLscri be an oath or affirmatio11 iu the iollowiug for1\l: "I ----do solemn! v s1>ea r that I will sup port 'the of tbe Uriitecl States, and l.Jear true alljjgiance to the National Government; that l will maintain and defend tbe sovereignty of the Umted States, p11ramount to any and all allegiance, sover eignty, or fealty I may q_we to any State or country wbatsoe\er; aud that I will at 111! tirnes obey tbe legal orders of my superior officere, aud the rules and ar ticles governiug the armies of the Umteu States." Sworn and subscribed at ---, this --clay of -.---, eighteen bu11dred and ---, before me. Qualifications.-The age kr the admission of cadets to the Acaderny is between seventeen Jlnd twenty-two years. Gandidates must be unn111rrieu, at least fi\'0 feet in height, free from any iufectious or i111moral disorder, aud, ge11er111ly, front any defor111ity disease, or infirniitl which may reuder them uufit for 111ilitary service. 'lhey must be well ve1see; Epilepsy or otber convulsions within fl ve years: Ir11pair ecl vision, disease of the organs of Yisio11. i111-perfect color sense; visu11l acute11ess must uot fall i>l low fifteen-twentieths of tl1e normal in either eye; Impaired heariug or disease of the ear; Chronic nasal catarrh, ozanea, polypi, o r grent eulargeme11t of the tonsils; lmpedi111ent o f speech to such an exteut as to in1pair efficiency in the performance of duty; Disease of heart or lungs or decided indications of lia hility to cardiac e>r pul111onary affeetious; Hernia, complete or inco111plete. or uudesce11tle1l testis; Chronic u lcers, ingrowing nails, large bunions, or other deformity or feet; Lo"s of many teeth, or teeth generally 1111sou11rl. Attentiou will also be paid to the stature of the can didate, aud no oue manifestly under size fo1 his age will be received at the Academy. In the case of doubt about the physical condition of the candidate, auy marked deviation from the usual standard of height or weight will add materially to tlte conoideration for rejection. Five feet will bet.he minim11111 height for the candidate. XI. Candidates will he examined mentally by the academic hoard in 1eading, writing, spAJling, arith metic, geogrnphy, English grnmlltar, United States bistbry, and a lgehra. Defic iency in any one nf these subject3 will be sufficient to insure the rejection of the canrlinate. (TO BE CONTINUED. )
' Atlt.l.reo.s all to Army and N:H""Y Weekl.r,1 STREET & SMlTH, 238 \\'illi11n1 Street, New York City. Our readers will have noticed that the publisbers of the Army and Navy have made a decided and radical cbange in the cover this week. It is only one more step in the onward march of improvement and an added proof of the intention to make this periodical the foremost of its kind in the United States. The new cover being highly artistic anrl bearing a new illuminated illustration each week, will add greatly to the general attractiveness of tbe publication. Scenes from the various stories, complete and serial, will be used. In the present number a stirring incident described by William Murray Graydon in bis intensely interesting serial, "In Forbidden Nepaul,'' is the subject. *. * No. 22, out November 13, will be a special football number. A series of comprehensive articles ou this splendid sport, illustrated by many beautiful photographic views of college and school football teams and individual players, will be published. Tbe latest new8 from teams all O''er the United States will be given. If you desire to keep posted on our national winter game, read No. 22, Army and Navy. * The special article by Joseph Coblentz Groff in this issue is the first of a on the state and private military schools of tbe United States. Every aca1lemy of prominence will be described in detail by the writer, who, from bis experience as iustructor in military schools, and as a graduate of tbe famous go1ermnent naval academy at Annapolis, is thoroughly qualified to deal with important The seriE>s will be embellished by a number of splendid photogtaphic illustrations. * You have now had an opportunity to read four of tbe ten military and naval cadet stories selected for the new prize contest. Six still remain-those to be puhlisberl in Nos. 21, 22 and 23 of Army and Navyand you are advised to reart them with the utmost care. The points to be taken into consideration in the letters sent in are 1st, general interest; 2d, graphic descriptions of incirtents; 3d, local coloring, and 4th style in writing. The prizes offered-which, permit to again remind you, will be very welCJpme about Christmas time-are worth a little trouble on your oart. Aud tben, if yon send in a sensible terse criticism you materially help your favo1ite publication Army aurt Na1y. Tbe contest closes December 1 and the prizes will be forwarded in time for holiday week. Address all letters to ''Criticism Contest, Street & Smith, 238 William Street, New York City. * In No. 22 will be pub!ishert the first instalment ot a serial by Matthew White, Jr., who is known tbroughout the United States as a writer of deeply interesting juvenile stories. The title, "A Young Breadwinner; or, Guy Hammersley's Trials and Triumphs," indicates the subject. It is a spleudict story of a boy's struggles, his temp1ati'lns and trials, wbile trying to make his way in the world. Mr. White is especially noted for the sympatbetic treatment of his heroes, and in the present story this trait ie very prominent. We conRider "1'he Young Breadwinner" one of the best serials it bas been our good fortune to publish. * A reader of Army and Navy writes from Augusta, Georgia, requesting information concemiug the trade of machinist. He states that be is seventeen years of age, of good health generally, but not very strong. If tbe latter is thoroughly correct we are afraid he has made an injudicious selection. A machinist works hard for every dollar he earns, and his daily tasks calls for a robust constitution. A good can always secure employn.ent and can command a fair salary. There is a regular scale of wages paid to mechanics, but, of course, special arrangements are made with those who are particularly competent, and we have found that graduates of technical schools receive bet ter wages and advance more rapidly than those who have only served the usnal appreuticesbip in some machine shop. We believE> also that excellent opportunities for learning the machinist trade are gil'en to those who connect themselves with the repair shops of tbe large railway companies. Tbe diversity of work executed in such shops makes tbem fine scbools for young men desirous of securing ample instruction. .. "J, A. A., living in Paterson,:::-.. J., anrl who gives bis age l\S sixtE>en, asks if it would be a wise plan for him to go out west for the purpose of bettering his fortune. He says he is fairly well educated, strong and bealtby and is making a rtecent living at present. Our advice to him is to reml\iu where be is. Tbe truth of the old adage "A bird in the band is worth two in the bush" has been proved time and again. * In earlier years it was tbe roving spirit of mankind that led to the discovery and development of coun tries, and made possible the America of to-clay. But now tbat civilizatioa bas spread from end to end of this great continent, and the growth of cities and communities received equal impetus nortb1 soutb, east and west, there is little profit in leaving one section of the country for anotber. If J. A. A. should travel westward he would find the same conditions of labor and livelihood there as here. A Jiving is worth as much in New Jersey as in Minnesota or California.
('Br1 f i/(ms of tiztere.sl on l o cal amalettr atll lctic s at th e 1 arious (O/le.ges and Ji:h ool are so/iC1/c d. will a ls o be pub/is/ze d if smt to this dcpartm rnt ) 'Dtscriptio ns and scores of nzatclt game s Football Notes. The first game of football to be recorrled this seasnn took place at Warren, Ill., when Warren Academy and GalQlla came together, the former winning by a score of 32 to 0. Purdue University, Indiana, expects a successful seasou of football this fall, and has arranged games in tbe belief that the college will have a gond team to play them. lu the first football game of the saasou, at Madison, Wis., Septennlier 18, the Madison High School eleven easily defeated the team representing the Oregon Athletic Association by a score of 34 to 0. The following games to be played by tbe naval academy cadets at Annapolis have been scherluled: November r;, Rutgers; November 13, University of Virgiuia; Novemb.er 20, Lebigu; 25, North Atlantic Squadron; Nov. 27, Cornell Scrubs vs. Naval Academy Hustlers. There will be but one team in the Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute this year, and it will lie composed of the preparatory school students. The good work done by the team last year has prompted the coaches to insist on hard, earnest practice, and it is believed that the team will be the best in the athletic annals of the school. Western college teams will be made up tbis year mostly of lightweight players, and the majority of these players, in addition to their Jack of weight, will be handicapped by a lack of experience. It is quite evident that all along the line the Western colleges will depend in a great measure upon their freshman ranks for material. Northwestern has lost the two stars who made its team of last year about all that it was-Potter and Van Doozer. Tbey were the backbone of the team, and when thev went they took the backbone witb them. They will be here to coach the players who will take tbeir places, but their coaching can ne"<"er be to the eleven what their playing was. 'fhe meu who will be relied on to do North western s work this year, so far as they are now known, are Captain Hunter Slade, Seiberts, Leviugs, Gloss and Brewer. Michigan bas lost such old players as Ferbert, Hen niger, Villa, Carr, Senter and a few more, whose places mnst be filled this season by new men and the old substitutes. Michigan has a valuat>le lot of freshmen coming in, but it is doubtful if many of them can be developed int0 form for university cnntests in one season. The most promismg of the fresbmeu are prob ably tbe three from the Englewood High Scbool-Teet zel, Henry and Talcott. Besides these there will be a few other players from Chicago and several from else where who will ultimately be developed into strong men Athletic Items. The New Jersey Intersclwbstic Atbletic Association will enter upon its third year of this season. It bas a membership of seven schools, as follows: Borase; Dahlen, Chicago, short stop; Collins, Boston, third base; Burkett, Cleveland, left field; Lange, Chicago, centre field; Stahl, Boston, right field. Frank Salee 1s ma11ager and Oliver Tebeau captain. All tbe Baltimore team are represented except McGraw and Roliinson. The Baltimores wear gray uniforms with the orange and black hosiery so familiar to baseball entlmsiasts, a11d A.II-Americas are attired in ua vy blue uniforms and red, '''bite and blue stockings. Each player deposited $100 with tbe management to ensure goorl playing. Any player "bo fails to take good c are of himself forfeits his $1CO and walks back from 'Fnsco. That should put delinquents in good condition for another season. There is tall< o f forming an intercollegiate bowling league as soon as the colleges reopen and matters as sume a definite enough shape to make the orgamzation practically assured. Bowling bas for a of years been quite popular with ('Ollegiaus, particularly iu the ?'lew England States, Brown University students beiug the most aC'ti\'e in tbe sport. At the Rhode Island University more tban a hundred students were canrlidates for last year's tAam, aud the team bo!lst s of a bowling coach to look after the sport. Browu, P e1111syl vauia, Princeton, Cor11ell aud Rutgers will probably make up the proposed league, with a possibility of Yale, Columbia and Harvard also entering. Arrangements have already been made for a telegraph team match between Cornell and Pennsylvania. jj;ach team "ill bowl ou its own alleys, and the scores will be tele graphed from oue to the other at freque11t intervals. Pennsylvania will have two teams tbis year, a 'varsity for which undergraduates ruust qualify according to the same eligibility rules as goveru the other athletic teams of the u11iversity, and the Hom ton Club team, to which both graduates and undergraduates will be eligible. Of course the 'varsity team will represent Olrl Penn in the 11ew intercollegiate association. The encouragement and development of bowling among tbe colleg3s will rlo much to elevate the sport in this country, anrl wil tend to give it an amateur status on a par with otuer forms of athletic exercises.
M aki ng Gol d Bricks. A quantity of gold recently brought to Seattle from Alaska in tbe form of dust and small nuggets was converted into bricks of the precious metal by the following process : The casting was done in tne shops fronting on Cherry street, Seattle, and during the day about $30,000 was 'handled. In the Second avenue window of the concern was a pan containing $1,000 worth of dust and nuggets, and a curious crnwd pressed around the yellow display until it was fina ll y removed, to be converted into a bright lump about nine or ten inches long, three-eighths of au inch thick, and three foches wirle These pieces were worth $1, 700 each. The room where all this casting was done was blis teringly hot. It was above the main floor of the wholesale department. The floor is covered with iron. Along one side are canopies of iron that look like the tops of bakers' ovens. These canopies may be closed in front, and rest on platforms of iron in which are countersunk the places for the reception of the crucibles. The fuel is gas and air under pressure. It attacks the vessel of clay in which the plumbago crncibles repose with a roar that can be heard a block away. A fai11t glow at first rolors the clay pot, over which bas been placed a cover, also of clay; then it becomes red anrt then white, while greenish and blue flames play all around it. It is necessary to turn off the blast before the crucible can be looked iuto, ao fierce ts the beat. Down in the bottom of tte white m11ss there is a line tbat indicates where the gold ends and the vessel be gins. When it bas become a h0mogeneous compounfl, by an instinct born of experience operator lifts the cover; then the blast is witbdra wn A pair of tongs lifts another covAr from the crucible itself, and tben the moulil is lifted into a pan standing on the iron platform. The tongs are brought into requisition, aml the crucible is turnerl abo,e the mould. A thick lip of red metal protrudes itself, aud from under it, in a thin, white stream, runs the gold iDto the iron mould. A thick cloud of vapor arises from, the contact of the melted golrt and the grease with which the n1ould bas been smeared. By tllis time tbe clamps are loosened, the brick has set and is lifted, a black and unattractive rtictangle, into a basin of. water. It is s'oon c0oled, aud is sr.rubbed with a brush and soap. Then it looks not unlike so much brass. It is cleaned_ thoroughly, tbti dirt that may have been mixed with it is removed, and the bar is weighed. That is all there is to it. When the dust a11rl nuggets are brought in they are simply turned into the crucible, the rest of the process is descri hed above. The bars are stamped in a dozen places on hoth sides, and the paying for it co111plotes 'tbe deal. a Sea Monster. Florida boys lrnve one kind of exciting sport which the young folk of more northern lands. 1'now little about. It collsists in catching the huge sea turtles which frequent the bays along the southern co11st of Florida. The turtles, from which is made tlie grce11 turtle-soup so familiar to restaurant fare, are confined by the fishermen i11 huge pens or' 'turtle-crawls," consisting of fences extending frorn the shore out into the water. When the fisherman wants a great turtle for market, one of the boys, whose shiny brown body is stripped bare, stands in the prow of the boat as it is pushed from the sbore. He watcbtis intently, and presently he sees one of the big turtles taking a nap on the clear white sand of the bottom. He dives quickly, and, swirirn1ing clown from behind, seizes the turtle firmly by its shell. Of course the tmtle. wakes up, and like a bronco begins to dash and plunge wildly about, seeking to thrnw its p lucky rirter. i'iot s11c<"eedi11g iu it tlurts quickly to the st11face, w hern the boy gets his first breath. Then down again it gues teariug through the water, anrl beating the foam with its flippers. But its rider never let. s go for a momeut, and presently. the g reat tul'tle grows exhausted, and the boy, by lifting on the front end of t h e shell forces it to the boat, where it is quickly loaded aboard and taken a way to market. It is great sport, and the boys enjoy it as much as our western boys like a Ii rnly young pony to ride. Wha t He F o und O u t. A prisoner condemned to solitary continemeut obtained a copy of the Bible, and by tbree years' careful study obtained the following facts: The Bihle contains 3,586,489 letters, 773,692 words 31, 173 verses, 1,189 chapters, and 66 books. The word "and" occurs 46,277 times. The word "JJord" occurs 1,855 times. The word "reverenc!" occurs but once, which is in the 9th verse of the llltb Psalm. The middle verse is the 8th verse of the 108th Psalm. The 21st verse of the 7th chapter of Ezra contains all the letters in the alphabet except tbe letter "j." '4te finest chapter to read is the 26th chapter of the Acts of the Apostles. The l!Jtb chapter of the II Kiugs aud the 37th chapter of Isaiah are alike. Tbe lougest verse is the 9th verse of the 8th chapter of Esther. The shortest verse is the 3iitb verse of the 11th chapter of St. John. The 8th, 15th, 21st and 31st verses of the 107th Psalm are alike. Each verse of the 136tb Psalm en
ARMY AXD NAVY WEEKLY. 957 NOTICE.-Queslions on subjects of general intere!':.t only are dealt with ill this department. As the ARMY AND NAVY goes to press two weeks iu acha.uce of date or pnhlication, answers rannot appenr for a.L least two OL' three wPeks. Comrr111nicatio11s i11te11ded for llliscolumn sbould be adclrPsscd AU.MY NAVY \.\-EEKLV CORRESPONJ>ESC.K, !'. 0 fl(JX 1075, New York city. ''Cadet,'' Harnsbu1g, Pa.-Tbe following i s the list of i:lepten1ber ca11did11tes who have passed both the mental aud physical exa1n inania; B. C. Allen, Kansas; Kelley D. Alsop. Mississippi: .John H. Walsh, Washington; Newn1an R. Perry, South Carolina; William R. Hteinhogen, Indiana;. James J. Fitzpatrick, Lnnisiana; John F. Green, North Car-:ilina; C.laude Browne, Alabama; Samnel D. Price, 1\Iissouri; Raymoud S. Keyes, Ohio; Frerlerick L. Oliver, North Carolina; George F. Blair, Micbigau; Edward U. Hamer, Virgin in; Leroy Brooks, JI'., Ohio; Edwarrl E. Spofford, Vermout: Caspar Goodrich. Connecticut: Holdeu C. Richardson, Pennsyl vania; Clarence A. Uon way, Michigan; Charles 8. Kerrick, California: Howard M. Lloyd, Illinoi'; GE>orge P. Brown, California; Joseph L. Hit111an, Vir. ginia; Rufus S. Mau!Py, Kansas; John Roclgers, at large: John J. Han1J1nn, Illino1s; Arthur P. Fairfield, Maille; Os<'ar F. Cooper, No1th Carolina; Frank R. l\lcCrary, Al'lrnnsas; John V. Babcock, Iowa; M. G Cook, Kansas: Julius A. Furer, Wiscousin; Da,irt A. Weann", Georgia: Joseph S. Lindsay, Kentucky; Jesse B. Gay, Soutu Dakota; Russell Hasth1gs, Ohio. Fanny K., Oshkosh, Wis.-Yon cau make lemonwater ice in the following \\ a y : Lemon-juice nd 1\-e.ter, each half a pint: strong syrup one pint. The riud of the lemons should he rasped off l>efore squeez ing with lump sngar, which is to be added to tbe juice; mix the whole: strain after standing an hour, and freeze. Beat up with a little sugar the whites of two 01 three eggs, and as the ire is l.legil>ning to set, work this in with a spatula, which will be found to much i111prove the consistence and taste. C 8., f'hicago, llt.-1. The salaries pairt to iustructors at preparatory schools vary with the school. It is impossible tQ st>tte definitely. 2 Graduates of West Point must serve in the army for eight y11ars from the date of ar1111issiou as a <'adet. 3. The percentage in the entrnnce ex11111ination into the U. S. engineer corps i s extremely high even for the privates. 4. See special arti<"les now being published in the Army anrl Navy Weekly on military and naval academy rules and regulations. M. 'IV., Franklin, Pa.-1. Address the Secretary of the "Navy, Washington, D. C., tor tbis information. 2. Congressmen can appoint camliearing name and address. The prices quoted are from current lists aud are suhjf'ct to change.) Tlrn number of stamps printed of each value of the Newfnuudland Cabot issue is as follows: 3-cent, 1,000,000; 1-cent, 2-ceut, 4-cent, 5-reut and 6-C'f'nt, 400,000; 8-cent, J('-ce1.1t, 12-cent aud 15-cent, 200,000; 24-ceut, 30-cent, 35-cent and flO-cent, 100,000. The plates haYe already been destroyed, so no 111ore can be printed. 'l'he I-cents bnve all been sold, and no 111ore can lie bought at.the postoffice. Among t!Je countries that have discontinued issuing stamps are tbe following: British Colonies, Antigua, Dominica, Montserrat, Nevis, St. Christopl1er and Vir gin Islands, now the Leeward Islands; British Colum bia, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island, now Canada; Griqualanrl, now Cape of Good Hope; Madagascar, now Fronch; and Oil Rivers now called Niger Coast Prntectorate. An error of the Canada jubilee post cai;d bas_,,been seen, on which the inscriptiou is omitted. The card is typographed from steel blocks, being made in two pieces, an(! the block with the inscription dropped out of the press during tbe printing of a few copies A copy of the 1861 3 cent pink was recently _ound on an old letter in wllic!J the stamp was unperforated and with large n .argins. Unperfornted Mpies of this stamp have been seen unused, but this is the first used copy that has tnrned up. New plate nu111hers ha'e appeared recently as follows: Nos. 480, 481, 482, 483, 484, 485, 48fl, 487, 488, 489, 490, 491, 2-cents: No. 4!12, 10-cent sperial delivery; Nus. 493, 494, 495 and 496, 1-cent; 'os. 497, 498, 499 and 500, 2,cent. A stamp company has recently been forrned in this city with a capital of $100,000, divided into shares of SJ ea!'h. Any colieetor wishing to become a partner in a stan1p firm cau now do so At tlie 111oderate outlay of $1. F. A. E., Anderson, lnd.--The flying eagle cent of 1856 is worth $1.50, if pertect. There is 110 premium on the 18:>7 or 1858 cent. The J. W. SMtt Co., 40 John street, New York, will buy raie coins. Tbe bars across Spanish stamps signify that the stan1ps are remaiurlers 1rnrl solrl to dealers as such, and they are far less valuable than postally used sperimens. By a law recently passed all used stamps imported into Italy are rlassecl a lithographic prints, and are subject to a duty of $15 per 100 pounds. The cnl'rent 1-penny En12:lish stamp has been sur chaiged "Gov't. Parcels" in Llack, for official use. France has one 6f the highest inlnnrt postal rates, 15 centimes, or about 3 cents. per half ounce. The color of the current 5-,ent stamp of Pe1u has been changed from blue to.green. W.W. W., Aurora, Mo.-There is no premium on the silver dollar of 1846. J. J. W., Waterloo, Io,Ya.--We return yonr stamps marked as requested. All the ren1ainrler of the jubilee stamps of Portngnl have been burned.
!@: 1Jf !: :@! A PRIZE CONTFST. To stimulate interest in amateur jolll'nalism in the United States and for the 1mrpose of aiding beginners in amatem publishing, the Army and Navy We.,kly offers a prize of FIVE DOl,LARS IN GOLD for the best article 'vritten from actnal experience on amateur journalism in general. The articles should not excee4 five hnndrecl words in length and must be comprehensive in treatment. That is, they should deal of Journalism in all its branches-size, composing, presswork, collection of articles. cost Qf material, 1>oss1b1lit1es of ad .. vertising, methods of securing subscribers, anrl whether weekly or tnonthly are cons_idere
r ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------i SSS OUR JOKE DEPARTMENT. : ;.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------l What He Had Lost. O l d B ullion-" Ah, my boy, I often long for the good o l d times." Friend-"That's ve r y strange. You are rich now, but in those old days you were an overworked, barefo oted p lowboy on a farm. What h a d you t h en that yo u h aven't now?" Old B ullion (sad!y)-" An appetite." The Shoe Man. Irate Cnsto111er Thos e shoes I bought for my boy last week are half worn out already, and I fonnd a thick piece of pasteboard in the s oles Wha t have you to say to that?" Dflaler-'' M.y dear sir the pasteboar d is put in to keep the f eet from touching the g1ou n d when tbe leather wear s out. You wou ldn't want your little boy to catch co l d and die of co n s umption, would you?" Didn't Get An Answer. "Father I w i s:i you would buy me a p ony,'' said J o hnnie. I have n t got any money to buy a puny, my son. You should go to schoo l regula rly, study hard, and become a smart man, and some of these days when you grow up, you will have 111011ey of your own t o buy ponies with.'' "Then, I s u ppose, you didn't study much wh e n you wer e a b oy like m e, or e l s e y o u would have mon ey now to buy pon i es with, wou ldn't you?" Breaking It G e ntly. A small boy had a dog that was r ough, ss most small boys'
960 .A.R)IY NAVY WEEKLY. Still Young. Old Resi,lent-"Yes. sir, I'm eighty years old, and I walked thirty miles t'other day. Kin you do that?'' Average :\lau-"N-o, uot yet. I'm only forty." Had Seen Him. Englisb Girl (to aecepted lover)-" )ly dear, I think you should see my father.'' Americau Youth-"Oh, I'1e seen him several times. He looks very respectable.'' Scieutific Parent (on a stroll)-" You see out there i 11 the street, my son, a simple illustration of a principle in mechanics. The man with that cart pushes it iu front of him. Cau you gues why? Probably uot. I 1Vi11 ask him. Note his auswer, my son." (To Pedler)--" .My good man, wby do you push that cart inste11d of pulling it?" Pedl11r-'' Cause I ain't a hoss. '' CONSUJ\IPTION CURED. An old physician. rntirecl frolll pmctioy or girl <_"a11 now lear11 11otonly tu lake gooS, h11t pictures that there IS e\ery\\'llere a de1na11d for at re1111111erathe prices. A complet'I guide to fa .. qci11ati11g art, Pntitled AMATV.Pll. 1\lANOAL OF PHOTOGRAl llV \\'ill hP.<:i'HH Oll l\lANUAL LIBRARY. 25 Rose street. New York. CHELTENHAM MILITARY ACADEMY. On the summ it of the Che lt en Hills, near Philadelphia Pennsylvania's l eading college-prepaartory boardin g schoo l under the military sys t em. 70 cadets; 1 0 r esiden t in structors. Special term s t o U S A and U S. N. officers. Illu s trated cata logu e JOHN C. RICE, Ph.D., Prin., Ogontz, l'a. Mention Army and Navy Weekly. WATCH AND CHAIN FOR ONE DAY'S WORK. b Boys and Girls can get a Nickel-Plate
' Army and Navy Weekly. 48 LAROE MAOAZINE PAOES. Three Serial Stories by the best Writers. Two Complete Naval and Military Stories. Sketches, Special Articles, Departments. = AL-L-E'O R FIVE CENTS. = LIST OF STORIES ALREADY PUBLISHED. No 1. Mark Mallory at West Point. Clifford Faraday s Ambition. A of a Naval Sham Battle. 2. Winning a Naval Appointment; or, Clif Faraday s Victory. Mark Mallory s H eroism ; or, First Steps Toward West Point. 3. The Rival Candid ates; or, Mark's Fight for a Military Cadetship Clif Faraday's Endurance; or, Preparing for the Naval Academy. 4. Passing th e Examinat ions; or, Clif Faraday's Success. Mark Mallory's Stratagem; or, Hazing the Hazers 5. In W est Point a t Last; or, Mark M a llory's Triumph. C l if Faraday's Generosity; or, Pleading an Enemy's Cause. 6. A Naval Plebe's Experience; or, Clif Faraday at Annapo lis. Mark M allory's Chum; or, The Tri a ls of a West Point Cadet. 7. Friends and Foe s a t Wes t Point; or, Mark Mallory 's Allian ce. Clif Faraday' s Forb earance; or, The Strugg l e in the Santee s Hold. 8. Settling a Score; or, Cl if Faraday's Gallant Fight. Mark Mallory 's Honor; or, A West Point Mystery. 9. Fun a nd Frolics at West Point; or, Mark M allory's Clever Rescue. Clif Faraday's D e fianc e; or, Breaking a Cadet Rule. No. 10. A Naval Academy Hazing; or, ClifFaraday's Winning Trick. Mark Mallory's Battle; or, Plebe Against Yearling. 11. A West Point Combine; or, Mark Mallory's New Allies. Clif Faraday's Expedient; or, the Trial of the Crimson Spot. 12. The End of the Feud; or, Clif Faraday s Generous Revenge M a r k Mallory s Danger; o r, In the Shadow of Dismissal. 1 3. M ark Mallory 's Feat; or, Making F r iends of Enemies. Clif Faraday's Raid; or, Plebe Fun and Triumphs. 14. An Enemy's Blow; or, Clif Faraday in Peril. Mark Mallory in Camp; or, Hazing the Year lin gs. 15. A West Point Comedy; or, Mark M a ll ory's Practi ca l Joke. Clif F araday's Escape; or, Foiling a Daring P l ot. 1 6. A Practice Ship Frolic; or, How Clif Faraday Outwitted th e En emy. M ark Mallory 's Celebration; or, A Fourth of July at Wes t Point. 17. Mark Mallory on Guard; or, Deviling a W est Point Sentry. Clif Faraday, H ero; or, A Risk for a Friend. 18. An Ocean Myst e ry; 01, Clif Faraday's Strange Adventure. Mark Mallory 's Peril ; o r A Tes t of Friend ship. 1 9. A Wes t Point Hop; or, Mark Mallory 's De termination. Clif Faraday's Troupe; or, An Entertainment at Sea. BACK NUMBERS ALWAYS ON HAND. Address Army and Navy Weekly, 238 William St. & SMITH, New York City.
The Army Navy W -THE MONARCH OF JUVENILE PUBLICATIONS ........ ... LIST OF CONTRIBUTORS. Duri n g the co ming fall a n d winter, seria l s, complete stories and sketches from the pens of the following w ell-known a n d popu lar authors will be published in T HE ARMY AND Nf\ VY WEEKI-: Y: HORATIO ALGER, .fr. Author of "The $500 Check,' etc. WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON, Author of "The Legacy of Peril," "In Barracks and Wigwam," etc. LIEUT. FREDERICK GARRISON, U S. A. Author of the popul a r West Point series now running in THE ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. ENSIGN CLARKE FITCH, U. S. N. Author of the fascinating stories o f Nava l Academy l ife, now being issued in this publ i cation. ENRIQJJE H. LEWIS, Author of "The Namel ess Story," "Yankee Boys in Japan,'' etc. MATTHEW WHITE, :fr. ARTH UR SEWALL, Author of the well-known "Gay Dashleigh" ser i es, and editor of THE ARMY AND 'NAVY WEEKLY. EDWARD S. ELLIS A charming w r iter of juvenile stories, whose name is a household wore throu ghout the Un ited States. GEORGE H. COOMER Autho r of "Boys in t h e Forecastle," recently ended in t h is publicat i on. l\J CAPT A I N C. 8. ASHLEY. Author of "Gilbert the Trapper," the con cluding chapters of which were published i n No 7, ARMY AND NAVY WEEKLY. -ALSOAuthor of "The T o ur of a Pr i va t e Ca r," FRANK H CONVERSE, etc.,. etc. LIEUT. LIONE L LOUN S B E R R Y Author of the famo u s K i t Ca rey" S tries, etc., etc. SPECIAL BROOKS McCO RMACK, A n d a num b er of other exper i e n ced wri t ers o f interesti n g ficti on FEATURES. and Military Cadet Stories; New and Inte r esting Departments; I11ustrated Articles on the West Point and Annapolis Academies; Short Stories, Sketches etc. .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. STREET & SM/Tlf, \ 238 William Street, New York CU.ti' ,.