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N 23 i COMPLETE IN THIS NUMBER! i Two splendid stories of military and l naval cadet life by graduates of West Point and Annapolis. I 5 CENTS Vol. 1. No. 23 NOVEMBER 20, 1897 Subscription Price. $2.50 per year.




ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. IHued weekly. By rnbscription. $2.;o per year. Entered as Srtoncl--Class ::Matter at the York Post Ojjia S'TREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York. Copyrighttd 189;. Editor, --ARTHUR SEWALL. November 20, 1897. Vol. J. No. 23. Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: PAGE. Saving a King (Complete story), Ensign Fitch, U. S. N. 1058 Mark Mallory's Escape (Complete story), Lieut. Fredenck Garrison, U. S. A. 1070 Jules V asco the Terrible (11lustrated short story) 1081 In Forbidden Nepaul (Serial), William Murray Graydon 1 084 A Young Breadwinner (Serial) Matthew White, Jr. 1 088 Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Seria l) Frank H. Converse 1093 Rules and Regulations of the United States Military Academy Rules and Regulations of the United States Naval Academy Editorial Chat, Athletic Sports, Items of Interest all the World Over Correspondence Column, Stamps Column, Amateur Journalism Our Joke Department PUIZE CONTE5T. (Part V.) 1 097 (Part V.) 1097 Department 1098 Department 1 099 Department 1 1 oo Department 1 1o1 Department 1101 Department 1 102 1103 POCKET MONEY FOR CHRISTMAS. THE publishers of the ARMY AND NAVY are desirous of obtaining the opinions of their readers on the military and naval cadet stories now running, and for that purpose offer the following prizes for the best letters on the subject. TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS divided int o FIVE PRIZES of FIVE DOLLARS EACH will be given for the five most sensible opinions as to which is the best written, and most in teresting story of the ten to be published in Nos. 19, 20, 211 22 and 2 3 of the ARMY AND NAVY. Letters should not exceed two hundred words in length. The contest wi11 close December 1 st, 1897. ,.Address all letters to "CRITICISM CONTEST," ARMY AND NAVY, STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York.


SAVING A KING; OR, Clif Faraday's Brave Deed. By Erisi.gri C1a.:rke. F'lto1-:11. U. -S. N. CHAPTER I. THE ENGLISHMAN WITH A "HAW!" "Aw, ye don't mean to say the blawsted thing will fire a shot forty miles?'' "Thirty-nine miles, two hundred and fifty yards, fifty-six feet and eleven inches is the exact record, sir." "But, d on't ye know, that's almost as far as -it is from Lun'nun to Oxford, bah Jove!" "Just thirteen feet, three inches further, sir." "Haw!" "The charge is t11e most peculiar part of it, sir." "Ya-as?" "Very pecular. In fact, you would hardly believe it." The speaker, a handsome, merry-faced youth clad in the uniform of a United States :Naval Academy cadet, leaned con fidentially to1vard his companion and added in an impressive whisper: "We 11se green Holland cheese, sir." "What! Bab Jo,e, you cawn't use cheese to fire a gun, don't you kn.ow?" "Fact, sir. I'm not supposed to give the secret away, but I know you won't repeat it. The American Government is very progressive, sir. And the A!nerican naval officer is great on inventions. It was a cadet that invented the 'cheesite,' as the new explosive is called. He made the discovery in a very queer way." The young cadet paused a second for breath, then he continued in the same impressive tone: "He was a shipmate of mine at the Academy, sir. His name was Mudd. Funny name, eh? Well, Mudd was very fond of Dutch cheese. Ate it all the time. One day he brought a pound or two into our room-I bunked with him, you know-and hid it in the stove. There to be a little fire in it, and bless me if the cheese and heat didn't generate gas and blow the room i11to the middle of the Severn river. I was nearly drowned trying to swim ashore.'' "Haw! Most extraordinary. Must make a note of it.'' "Great, isn't it? Well, Mudd-when he left the hospital; had three ribs broken and lost a piece of his sofar plexus-he experimented on the 'cheesite' found the gas, and is now worth a million. Great, isn't it?" The cadet's companion was an Englishman of about twenty-three. He bad a full, round red face with a pair of pronounced "mutton chop" whiskers. A single glass, or monocle, was screwed tightly in one eye; and he was dressed in tweeds of the loudest patterns. There was a vacant, open-J11011thed expression on his face that seemed peculiarly appropriate to his general appear ance. The young naval cadet finished his remarkable description of the discovery of "cheesite" without the slightest indication of mirth. "Haw! Most extraordinary invention," exclaimed the Englishman. "But you Americans, don't ye know, are extraordinary creatures, anyway. Haw! I had a cousin who went across the pond a few years ago. Landed in Ohio or some other town, I believe, and started the most peculiar business. Haw! it was really remarkable.''


1 RMY .AND NAVY 1059 He stopped to give his glass another twist, and continued with a yawn: "Haw! the cousin was a queer fellow. He ran away to-aw !-Africa or Iceland when he was a youngster, and had a wild time of it. Then he settled down in Lun'nun, and--" "What was the queer business he was in?'' "Yas. He settled in the town of Ohio and started a shop, don't you know. Haw! haw! It was deuced comical I split me sides ever time I think of it, don't ye know." "But the business?" "Th e b u siness? Haw! I forgot what it was, ye know. But it was a blasted pecu liar thing. Haw!" The cadet laughed. I am deuced obl i ged to you for your trouble, don't ye know," resumed his compani on, extracting an elaborate case from his coat "Here's me pasteboard. I-awwould be delighted to see you again.'' "Thanks. I haven't a card with me, but my name is Faraday, Clifford Faraday, and I am a naval cadet of the new fourth cla:s on board this practice, the Monongahela. \Ve left Annapolis, Maryland, where our Naval Academy is situated, several weeks ago, and have. been here in Lisbon three days.'' Clif read the card The words, finely engraved, were: J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate, "London, England." It was shortly before noon on a Jt1ly day The practice ship was riding at anchor in the river off the main landing dock of Portugal. The presence of the old American frigate, which, despite her age, was trim and neat aloft and alow, had at tracted a number of visitors from the city. The officers of the ship and tbe naval cadets forming the crew, always gallant and hospitable, had welcomed them heartily, and were showing the vessel. To Clif Faraday's lot had fallen this exaggerated specimen of the genus Briton, and the cadet's delight was great. He proceeded to spin yarns that even the proverbial marine would not listen to, but J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate simply looked vaca{1t and said 'Haw!" The morning was bright and pleasant, and tile crowd of visitors was constantly increasing. The elite of the city had evidently selected this Clay on which to inspect the "Yankee" practice ship, as the visitors were altogether of the better class The broad spar deck was thronged with handsome girls and well dressed gentle men. The gay European costumes inter spersed here and there .with the attractive uniforms of the officers and the natty dress of the cadets formed an inspiring scene. A band made up of naval cadets dis coursed sweet music from a tastefully decorated stand on the quarterdeck From the spanker-gaff floated the Stars and Stripes resplendent in new bunting. While Clif was reading the inscription on the card given him by the Englishman, a cadet rather slight of body, and with a delicate, refined face, hurriedly approached him and said in a stage whis P"t: "She's coming, Clif. She's in a boat alongside .'' "Who? Not--" "Yes. It's the girl. It's Miss Juanita. She's got another girl with her." "Thanks," replied Clif, hurriedly. Turning to J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate, he added: ''Please excuse me, sir. I wish to meet a friend.'' "Certainly, by all means, deah boy," drawled the Englishman, waving his monocle. "I am deuced obliged to you for your-aw kindness, don't ye know. Pray consider my rooms ashore youraw-home. Glad to see you again, don't ye know." As Clif hurried toward the gangway something very like a scowl came into J. C-C. Cate's previously vacant face, and he muttered beneath his breath: "Miss \Vindom coming aboard here? And she knows this yonng cub of an American. What complications will this lead to?'' CHAPTER II. SAVING A KING. Clif reached the gangway ladder just as


1060 ARMY AND NA VY a beantiful girl of seventee_ n with dark, sparkling eyes, stepped down to the deck, accompanied by another girl of her own age. When she espied the young cadet she blus h ed slightly, a:1d held out her hauhire Cate, together, then he boldly walked off with the fair beauty of Lisbon. "There is a splendid view of the river from the other side of the deck, Miss \lv'indorn, '' he said, leading the way past the mainmast. I fancied you did not care to re11Jain with tliat gentleman," he added, frankly, whe n they were alone. "And anyway, I wished to tell you all about my adventure of the day before yestenlay. '' "And I am eager to hear it," replied the girl. She continued gravely: ''As for Mr. Cate, I do not like him. There is something about the man that repels me. He is a business acquaintance of father, and I met him while he was dining at onr home." "A business acquaintance," smiled Clif. "One would never connect business with-aw !-J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate, don't ye know.'' Juanita laughed. "It is not what \'Ou would call business exactly," she replied "Father is interested in pearls. It is a hobby and he has spent a long time and a great deal of money in collecting them. He has one of the large!>t collections in the world, I believe. This Mr. Cate is trying to com plete a certain necklace, and he came all the way from London to see if father has one of the required size. He has, but I do n ot think he will part with it." "So that is th e story of Mr. Cate, eh?" said Clif. "Well, we'll talk on a more pleasant subject." "Tell me about your adventure with She was interrupted hv a commotion at the gangwa\'. A splendidly equipped barge, glittering with brass and polished woorl, dashed alongside, and an officer fairly covered with gold lace ascended to the deck. He was met bv the executive officer and conducted to the A few minutes later he reappeared and was rowed ashore. Then orderlies ran here and there, officers hurried below, and a general air of excitement prevailed. "Something is in the wind," said Clif. "That officer brought an important mes-


.ARMY AND NA VY 1061. sage. Ah! there goes the boatswain's mate to pass a call." A sturdy old sailor with the insigna of a petty officer upon his sleeve rolleci to the vici11ity of the mainmast and gave a long, shrill whistle, aciding in a deep, salty voice that had been trained in many a gale: ''A-a-all hands-s-s, dress ship! And st-stand by to man y<1rds. Look lively!'' Like wildfire the word went along the deck: "The king is coming on bo:ird l" I believe that is right," Clif said, to Juanita. "They are certainly excited enough. \Veil, I must yon for a little while. Duty calls me up on one of those :ards. Please do not go away until l see you again.'' "I alll afraid I must," the girl replied. "I promised to lunch with father in the city. I'll stay a moment to see the king, thongh. By the way, Mr. Faraday, father would be pleased to have you call at the house thi5 evening if yo11 con1e ashore." "And you?" asked the lad softly. "What a question," rnur1111ired Jaunita, lier eyes falling under his ardent gaze. "Wily, I-I-that is-my father's wish is law, yon know. I must coincide with what he says." "No, that is not enough," persisted Clif. "Well, if yon insist," laughed the girl, "I'll say--" "Haw! l1ere you are, my dear Miss Windom. Ha! Ha! yon quite escaped ns. Deuced cruel of yon, don't ye know.'' The Englishman sauntered up, twirling his monocle in an affected maimer. Turning to Cl if, he added: "\Vha_j:'s the row, dear boy? Are you going to bombard the blooming town?" "No," shortly replied Faraday. "The king is coming on board." The effect of this commonplace announcement upon the Englishman was remarkable. He started as if struck; his face became ashen iu color, and he appeared to breathe with difficulty. "What is the matter?" asked Clif, startled. "Are yon ill?" "No-no, a little attack, that's all, don't ye know," replied Cate, recover-ing himself with an effort. Another moment and he had regained his usual composure. "Haw! bah Jove, Richarci is himself again," he drnwled, carefully adjusti11g his eye-glass. "So l1is Royal Highness is coming aboard? I'll be glad to-awmeet him, don't ye know." <'And so will he be glad to meet you not, '' replied the cadet, the last word sotto voce. With a low bow and a smil. e to Juanita he hurried away to his station. The two girls strolled to the other side of the quarter-deck as if unconscious of the Englishman's presence. Once alone, the latter's face again took on that hunted expression noticed by Clif. He leaned against one of the broadsicie guns and stared absently through the port. ((It is fate," he muttered, ((grim fate. It is ordered and must be done. It's a pity, too. The other chance was so good. Just think of it; strings of them, and each worth a fortune. And the girl too. If I had the opportunity and that cub of a boy was out of the way-but what's the u se of dreaming. Duty first, then pleasure. Yes pl eas ure, if"-he laughed mirtblessly-if I live to enjoy it." A shrill piping of the boatswain's whistle interrnpted 11is soliloquy, and he turned to see a rainbow of gay bunting flaunt bravely from a line stretched over the three mast trucks. Some one near bim pointed in the direction of the sbore, and exclaimed that the king was putting off in the royal barge. There was a rush for the side, but J. Ch eshire-Cheshire Cate remained in his former position, the expression upon his face becoming more and more pronounced. In the meantime Clif had joined the other cadets in the work of preparing the ship for the royal visitor. Clif was a plebe, and his duty did not carrv him above the deck, but he found plen.ty to do elsewhere. Shortly after he left Juanita the crew were called to quarters. Each cadet hurried to his station at one of the gun>


1062 ARMY .A.ND N .A. VY and stood at attention with military pre c1s10n. A moment later the saluting battery opened fire and thundered forth the national salute of twenty-one guns. The sulphurous vapor from the last discharge had barely lifted above the hammock netting when the cannon in the fort ashore began. The distant booming of artillery, the smoke enshrouding the old practice ship, the scores of bright flags fluttering from the masts, and the silent groups of uniformed men and cadets lined up on each side of the snowy decks formed an inspiriting scene-one to tarry long in the memory. Clif with three of his personal chums, Joy, a plebe from Nebraska, "Trolley," a student from Japan, whose name, Motohiko Asaki, had been transformed into the more American appellation, and "Nanny,'' Gote, the smallest cadet in the navy, were stationed at the after star bomd broadside gun. From where he stood Faraday could see the visitors grouped on the port side of the deck. He managed to catch a fleeting gleam from Juanita's sparkling eyes, then his gaze wandered to a figure clad in the loudest of 1011d English checks. It was J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate. The doughty Briton had dropped his eyeglass and was staring eagerly toward the gangway. To Clif, who was not more than fifteen feet away, his face seemed absolutely transfigured. He no longer wore the vacuous, simpering expression, but into his face had crept an air of desperate determination so intense that Clif marvelled at the sight. "I say, Trolley," he whispered to the Japanese youth, who stood next to him, "just look at that blooming English-man.'' "He sick?" "No, but he seems greatly excitt:d. That fellow is a mystery to me. I thought at first he was an empty-headed dude, but, by George I believe he is playing a part." "What for?" queried Joy, whohad overheard him. "I don't kftOW," replied Cl if, "but I'll keep my eyes on him just the sme." Joy winked at Trolley. "It's a case of jealousy," he said. "Clif doesn't like the way he is hanging around Miss Windom." Faraday laughed easily. "If yon knew her you would see the ridiculousness of your remark," he retorted. "She--'' "Silence there," sharply called out the gun captain. "Attention!" There was a rattle of drnms, a blare of bugles, then a stout, dark-featured man with a heavy curled mustache and a full sweeping beard stepped down from the gangway. The side was manned by a number of officers who raised their caps in a salute as the visitor passed them. It was Dom Carlos the First, King of Portugal. He was accompanied by a gaily uniformed suite composed of naval and military officers, but he, himself, was attired in simple civilian clothes. Captain Brooks, at the head of his staff, advanced to meet the royal visitor. Bowing profoundly he uttered a few words of welcome and led the way toward the ca bin. Clif, after one quick glance at the king, again turned his attention to Cate, the Englishman. The fellow had back, crouching behind the group of absorbe

ARMY AND NAVY 1063 to avoid the blow, a pair of little arms were thrown about the would-be assassin's body!" CHAPTER III. "I WANT TO SEE THE BRAVE AMERICAN BOY WHO SAVED MY LIFE.' 1 The excitement that ensued was intense. There was a rush for the spot by visitors, officers and crew. A chorus of screams from the feminine visitors, a quick word of command, and an excited jumble of English and Portuguese. The crowd suddenly swayed, and a man in civilian cJothing-a suit with a loud check pattern-was seen to savagely force his way to the ladder leading to the after deck. A score of !ands clutched at him, but he eluded them and gaiued the top. As he paused for a second, bare-headed, disheveled, breathing heavily, a cry came from the frantic mob below. "It's the Englishman!" "Yes, the Englishman!" he flung back fiercely "I defy you slaves of a royal master. I have tri e d to strike a blow for your liberty, hounds, a blow for the world's liberty and have failed. I--" A bullet whistled past his head but he never flinched. As the crowd below surged up the ladder eager to tear him limb from limb, he retreated slowly and with magnificent courage to the railing. As the foremost of his pursuers reached the deck, he sent a curse at them, then turned and sprang over the side into the swiftly flowing waters of the Tagus. "After him! Ouick l Five thousand milreis to the n-;-;n who captures him alive!" These words in broken English came from one of the royal suite. A rush was made for the side, and eager glances were cast down toward the river. A dozen excited sailors and cadets recklessly leaped into the water and began a search, bnt nothing was seen of the desperate fugitive. The Tagus in the immediate vicinity of the practice ship was thronged with vessels of all classes, attracted to the spot by the royal visit, and it was observed at once that the assassin's chances for escape, if he was an expert swimmer, were good. There was commotion on board the neighboring craft, and many false alarms, but no certain sign of the Englishman's presence. When the excited crowd on the Monongahela turned inboard again, they found a group of officers and cadets surrounding Cl!f, who was calmly standing in the centre while the surgeon fastened a temporary bandage round a bleeding cut in his right arm. The king had been hurried to the cabin by his suite and Captain Brooks. A moment later he emerged and joined the group snrrounding Clif. "I want to see the brave American boy who saved my life," he insisted. "It was he who foiled that assassin and he shall have my heartfelt thanks. ''But, your majesty," implored one of his military staff, in Portuguese, "there may be other wretches on board. They may make another attempt on you. ''Then keep eYery one at a distance," was the retort. "'Act rather than talk. It is strange yoi.1 and yonr comrades did not prevent that man from making his attempt. What has been done to capture him?" ''Word was sent asbo1e at once, sire. A launch is even now on the way with instructions to the chief of police and the general in charge of the district. The assassin will be in prison before dark.'' that he is," exclaimed the king, imperiously. Turning to Clif he extended both his hands and added in excellent English: "My brave lad, I thank you. I deplore the wound you have received in my service.'' "It is nothing, sir,'' replied Clif, simply. "A king's life nothing?" smiled his majesty. "Ah, that is a democratic principle. It is American. I admire your cleverness and bravery. You will hear from '' He turned away, after learning from the surgeon that Clif's wound was a mere scratch, and, surrounded by his suite, left the ship. A wild cheer greeted him as he entered the barge, and there was every sign of joy at his escape.


10fi4 ARMY ANJJ NAVY WEEKLY. As soon as the barge was clear of the Monongahela, Captain Brooks, ever mind ful of his duty, gave orders to man yards and fire a second salute. In the meantime the search for the E_nglishman had been prosecuted with vigor. The news that a reward of five thousand milreis, about six thousand dollars, had been offered for the fugitive, dead or alive, had spread like wild fire. In a remarkably short space of time the surface of the river in front of the city was literally covered with boats, large and small. As the minutes passed and 110 sign of the Englishman was disco\erecl, the belief that he had perished became preva lent. When Clif went forward aftei an interview with the captain and officers of the Monongahela-an interview that caused his heart to beat with u11accustomed rapidity-lie found an ov .ation awaiting him. He tried to escape, and dotlged down the forward ladder for that purpose, but a number of new fourth class cadets, headed by the lanky Joy, captured him, and he was born in triumph about the decks. "Hurray for the Yankee who saved a king," shrieked little Nanny. "Three cheers and-and a whole cageful of tigers.'' The cheers were given and the tigers too, but in subdued tones. It is not considered the proper thing to make much noise on board an American war vessel. "You make on. e good speech now,'' insisted Trolley, grinning broadly. "Not much," was Clif's flat refusal. "I draw the line at that. 'What's all this row about anyway? One would think war had been declared at the very least.'' "Something more important tha11 that, Clear boy," Clrawled a plebe named Toggles. "I'll wager anything the news is being cabled about the world this very minute. And the name of Clifford Faraday, new fourth class plebe, function, and rescuer of kings in general, will be in everybody's mouth before din11er. Clif, your fortune is made. I see you Lord High Muck-a-muck of Portugal before you are a day older.'' Clif laughed carelessly. "I am content to remain a cadet in the United States Naval Academy," he replied. "That's honor enough for me." "What did the girl say?" asked Nanny slyly. "I saw you talkiug to her after your great act." "If you want to know, youngster, she asked me to tea to-night and I accepted the invitation. She also said she would like to liave me bring another cadet.'' A hubbub broke out at once. Every plebe within hearing was eager to be selected. Clif finally decided to take Joy, much to the disappointment of the others. The liberty party was away at one o'clock, and, shortly after that hour the two chums found tbemselv es ashore. Tliey little suspected as they carelessly walked toward the main plaza that they were destined to experience some very thrilling adventures before they again saw the old :i'Vionongahela. CHAPTER IV. THE BROKEN TREE BRANCH. The pedestrians in the streets taken by Clif and Joy little thought as they glanced carelessly at the two cadets that the sturdy youth with the intelligent, manly face was he who had saved their beloved ruler, Dom Carlos the First, from death that day. It was well for Clif's peace of mind apd comfort that this was true, and he inwardly thereat. The city was in an 11proar. All Lisbon seemed to be hunting for the fugitive and hoping against hope that he had escaped from the river. The large reward was not the sole ca11se of this feverish activity. The people far and wide respected au

ARMY AND NAVY 106.) to see scr much strife and contention andand pomp of war? Woe!-woe!" "Oh, shut up, yo11 fraud,'' laughed Clif. "There isn't a plebe in the Academy, nor a cadet, who likes fighting more than you do. You would rather fight than eat." Which was literally true. Joy's solemn / ( ecce11 trici ties Joy from Nebraska was an honest friend and a warn1 admirer of Clif Faraday. The two cadets spent some time look i11g about the city, then they engaged a carriage and orrlered the

1066 .ARMY .AND N.A VY hour this morning and thought all the time be was a fool." "He was a fool," replied Joy grimly. "Yes, otherwise be would n eve r have tried such a preposterous trick. I wonder if he came here to make the attempt on Dom Carlos' life?'' ''Like as not. I read in a paper the other day that considerable activity existed in anarchistic circles. Sort of getting ready to slay a few monarchs, I suppose. They drove a lot of 'em from Paris and London. Perhaps this J. CheshireCheshire Cate was one of them. n "No doubt," yawned Clif, stretching his arms. "D'ye think he was drowned?" "Yes. He remained under water too long. Small loss to the community at large. I guess Miss Windom won't wear mourmng. She couldn't bear the sight of him." "I don't blame her. Was he a friend of the old man?" "No. Merely a business acquaintance, I believe. Said he was looking' for a certain.sized pearl to finish a necklace. Mr. Windom is a collector of pearls, you know. He has a fortune in them." Joy sighed. "Wonder if the pearls go with the girl," he sighed. "Let's talk on some sensible subject," retorted Clif shortly. It was within an hour of rfosk when they finally reached the pretty villa occu pied by the Windoms. The house was situated in the centre of an extensive park well-kept, and shaded by fine old trees. There was a small lodge at the gate, presided over by an elderly native, who admitted the cadets with every mark cf re<:pect He had evidently learned of Clif's gallant deed that morning. Juanita and her girl friend were await ing them when them reached the honse, and the cordial welcome the two. lads received made them very happy. Shortly before tea Mr. Windom arrived from business. His greeting of Clif was characterjstic of the man whose sole hobby 111. life was the collection of rare and valuable pearls. "I am proud to know you, sir," he exclaimed, wringing the lad's hand. ''Proud to know that you are a guest under my roof to-night. The whole city-the whole world, in fact-is ringing with your name. It was great, it was magnincent It was a deed worthy of au American. "But you are wanted at the palace, my dear boy. The king has sent messenger after messenger to the Mo11011gahela in search of you. The old ship is fairly surrounded by steamers and tugs and small craft bearing bands of music and visitors. They call for you in vain. How can you remain in my poor house while the whole city is eager to see you." "If it is all the same _to you, sir, laughed Clif, "I'd much rather remain here.'' He glanced slyly at Jnanita, and was gratified to see a soft rosy flush overspread her fair cheeks. Kindly-hearted Mr. Windom seemed greatly pleased at Faraday's diplomatic answer and carried both boys off to look at his pearls, which were kept in a small iron box in one corner of his private room After duly praising the really magnificent collection, some of which were almost priceless in value, Clif and Joy returned to the girls. Three very pleasant hours were spent after tea, then the stern rules of naval discipline which had decreed that the ship rnnst be gained before midnight, caused the two cadets to announce their departure. Juanita and her friend were left at the honse, but Mr. Windom hospitably started to see his gnests to the gate. "It is not often we have the honor of entertaining the rescuer of a ruling monarch, Mr. Faraday," be smiled, as they walked down the tiled path. "So I must make the most of it.'' "I wish the king hadn't come on board to be rescued, sir," laughed Clif. "Es pecially in a country where so muchGarry!" He stopped and placed both hands to his head. His cap had failen to the ground, together with a large twig from a tree under which they had just passed. "What is the matter?" asked Mr. Windom hastily. "Are you hurt?" "No. It startled me, that's. all," re -


ARMY AND NAVY 106 7 plied Clif. "It was just a branch, rotten, I suppo:;e." He picked up his cap and the twig, the latter more out uf cnriosity than anything else, and walked on after his companions. "I must have those branches clipped again," said Mr. \Vindom. "I did not know the trees were in such condition." Cordial farewells were exchangeci at the gate, and the two cadets entered a carriage which had been ordered for that hour. "I must be getting nenous," laughed Clif as they rolled away from the villa. He held up the twig and added: "When I jump 011 being strnck by such as this, it is time--" He ceased speaking abrnptly, and uttered a low whistle. The carriage was passing close to a street lamp at that moment, and the light fell full upon the object in his hand. ""What's up?" qneried Joy. "Do yon see the end of this bit of wood?'' replied Cl if. ''Yes.'' "Well, it's broken sharp and clean." "What of it." Clif glanced at the lanky plebe for a moment before replying, then he said slowly: "This twig is not rotten, chum. Neither did it break of its own weight." Joy showed more excitement than his wont. ''Then you think--'' he began. "There was some one up that tree," finished Clif, impressively. "And he was there for no good.'' "Driver, let us out," he added to the coachman. The latter promptly drew up his horses and received his fare without a word of comment. He was too much accnstomed to the vagaries of passengers in general to f ee l surprised. A minute later Clif and Joy were hurriedly making their way back to the Windom villa. CHAPTER V. THE MIDNIGHT MARAUDER. "What do you think of it, chum?" asked Joy, as they rapidly retraced their steps. "Hard to say,: replied Clif, briefly. "Perhaps a plot to rob the house." "Valuable pearls, eh?" "Yes." "We may be mistaken after all," per sisted the lanky plebe. "Limbs have a habit of dropping from trees, you know. We would feel rather foolish if we aroused the house and found only a cat or something like that. Miss Windom would laugh.'' "I'll take the risk of that. I'd take any risk rather than see--" "See the pearls stolen," interrupted Joy, with an internal chuckle. "Confound the pearls." "Oh, I meant girl. Excuse me." By this time the villa was reached. The extensive grounds were separated from the street by a stone wall ten feet in height a11d surmounted by an ornamental iron railing. Clif halted near one end of the wall and announced that he would try to enter there. "No use arousing the lodge-keeper," he added. "There may be nothing in it after all, and I don't want to raise an alarm without proof. You can stay here and I'll take a peep through the grounds on the quiet." Joy protested, but Clif was firm. "Well, it won't be long until I follow you," muttered the forllJer as he gave his friend a "boost" to the top of the wall. are altogether too fond of getting in to danger. I'll have to look after you, sonny." Clif found it an easy matter t.o drop into the grounds. Once inside he crouched clos e to the wall and took his bearings. The night had assumed that depth of blackness usual before the rise of a full moon. The villa grounds presented one smudge of darkness with no alternating patches of light and shade. A cool breeze came from the direction of the river, bringing occasional bursts of noise and commotion from the central portion of the city. Clif moved away from the wall, stepping carefu1ly and with hands outstretched. He had not covered a dozen feet when he plttmped squarely into a depressed flower bed, and sprawled headlong, creat-


1068 ARMY AND NAVY ing what seemed to him a prodigious clatter. He lay qniet for a brief period, then not heari11g any sounds, rose to Ills feet and once n10re moved in the general direction of the honse. He knew that somewhere in the black11ess in front was the tree, but of its exact location he was ignorant. Suddenly a twinkling light appeared through the gloom. It gleamed for a moment, then vanished. "Guess they have gone to bed," muttered Clif. The thought gave him confidence, and he proceeded with less caution. The cadet had no desire to be discovered prowling about the Windom grounds. Explanations would be awkward, especially if the robber up the tree proved to be some marauding cat or restless fowl. Clif was not so positive in his belief now. The simple fact that the limb had been snapped from the tree was no longer a convincing evidence that something underhand was in progress, and he pro ceeded in a half-hearted manner, almost decided to turn back. Presently his feet touched gravel, and he knew that he had gained the path leading to the gate. He paused and glanced about, at the same time listening intently. The only sounds came from Nature's voice in the chirping of night insects and the dist,p.nt murmming of the city. "Everything seems all right here," muttered Clif. "I guess I was mistaken after all. I think I will--" He ceased speaking and glanced upward, attracted by a rustling among the leaves of a tree under which he was standing. Before he could move or cry out, a heavy object dropped swiftly upon him, and he sprawled headlong upon the path unconscious! Out in the street Joy pa1.:ecl up and down impatiently in the shadows of the trees. As the minutes passed without sign or sound of Clif the lanky plebe became uneasy, and he reproached himself for permitting his friend to make the venture alone. "There was no sense m it anyway," he muttered. "I could have gone along just as well as not. 1f he don't come out in three seconds I']] follow.'' Joy's "three seconds" soon elapsed, and the plebe made good his woni by boldly scaling the wall. This he did by propping a piece of wood against the brick barrier, thus gaining the ironwork at the top. Dropping lightly upon the soft earth on tlie other side he started across the grounds. He had barely taken a dozen steps when there came through the night air a crash of splintering glass, then a scream of terror. A mo11'!'ent of breathless silence, then a hoarse mtir111t11'ing of excited voices, interspersed by occasional shouts. By that tirne Joy, armed with a stout stick, was bounding in the direction of the 11proar. The intense blackness of the night had given way to a subdued light from the rising 1110011, whose silvery rim was even then showing above the city. Suddenly, ontlined in this faint illumi nation, Joy saw the figure of a man dash away from the house. As the pl ebe turned to follow, shouting at the top of his voice, another figure rose np in front of the fugitive and grappled with him. The two we1e struggling fiercely when Joy reached tlie spot. There was light enough for him to recognize in one of the combatants his chum, Clif Faraday. That was enough for the brave lad. Calling out encouragingly, he sprang upon the back of the other. The cadets found their hands full. The stranger fought like one possessed. He bit and kicked and rained blows upon his antagonists, but they clung to him with unswerving courage m1til he at last sank to the ground exhausted. "Bring a rope here, quick!" gasped Clif, as Mr. Windom, accompanied by a number of servants ran up. "Bring a rope to tie this fellow. We've got a prize.'' "My pearls, my pearls!" wailed the old merchant, wringing his hands. "They are gone. I tried to save them, but the robber-" "We've got the robber all right,,,


ARMY AND NAVY 1069 interrupted Clif cheerily. "And there's your pearls over yonder." He inclined his head toward an indistinct object lying upon the path. Mr. Windom snatched it up with a cry of jo y. It wRs a bag containing his priceless collection. The senants retnrne

Mark Mallory's Escape; 01i, FOILING AN ENEMY'S PLOT. By L:i.e'-'1.t. G-arr:i.sori, u. s. A.. CHAPTER I. CADET MALLORY'S STRANG!!; CONDUCT. "Say, fellows, what do you think?" "What's the matter?" "Mallory's given in!" "Given in! How do you mean?" "He's going to let himself be hazed." "What!" Two more snrprised cadets than the two who uttered this last exclamation it would be hard to imagine. They had been sitting on a bench near Trophy Point, anc1 one of them had been carelessly tinkling a mandolin. He had dropped the instrument and leaped to his feet. Now he was staring with open mouth at the new arrival, who bore the extraordinary tidings. "Mallory given up! Gus Murray, w:1at on earth do you 111 ean ?" The three were cadets at the West Point Military Acaden-iy. They were yearlings, all of them The crowd which has usually been designated in these sto ries as "Bull Harris' gang." There was Gus Murray, the new arriya], a low, brntal looking chap. There was the sickly and disagreeable "Merry" Vance. And there was the little fellow "Baby" Edwards, the ,meanest of them all. Mallory, to whom they were referring, was a "plebe," or new cadet. He was their deadliest enemy, principally because he had refused to submit to the brntal abuse they called "hazing," and beca11se he l1ad met and outwitted them at every. turn. Mark Mallory was what is known as a B. J. plebe, a very unpopular variety. B. J. is West Point's way of saying "fresh." He had dared to do things that no other plebe had even dreametl. of; and hence his enemies' surprise at Murray's most unexpected announcement. "Yo11snrelyca11't mean," crjed Vance, "that Mallory has consented to arlow the fellows to haze him ?'' "Better than that even," chuckled Murray. "Eetter than that!" "For Heaven's sakes," gasped the other, "sit down and tell us what you do mean. What in thunder is the use of talking riddles?" Thus enjoined, Gus Murray explained; he was nothing loath to tell the tale. "I'll tell you how it was," he said. "I was never more astou.nded in my life. I saw that plebe strolling down the street a while ago, holding his head high as ever and looking as if he owned the place.'' "Confound him!" muttered Vance. "You know," the other continued, "he's never done any work like the rest of the plebes. Usually we yearlings make them fix our tents and guns, and carry water, and so on. Mallory never has, and of nobo

.ARMY .AND N.A VY 1071 you on, if you please.' And by G .eorge ,, "You don't mean he cleaned your gun for you!" gasped Baby. "That's just exactly what I do! You might have knocked me over with a feather. He said, 'Certainly, sir.' Yes, by jiminy, he actually said 'sir.' And when I left him he was working away like a beaver. He had the lfUn half cleaned. What do you think of that?" Gus finished and gazed at his two companions triumphantly. He felt that he had accomplished something that no other member of his class ever had. "I'll bet Mallory was dfraid of you," chirruped Baby Edwards. "Don't you suppose that's it, Merry?" Vance picked up his mandolin and re-sumed his cynical smile. "I'll tell you what I think," he said. '"Wha,t?" demanded Murray. "That you 're a fool." "What the dickens do you mean?" "Simply," said Vance, "that Mallory was playing some kind of a joke on you." "But he wasn't!" cried the other. "I went back after he was through and the gun was perfect. The wood was polished till it shone like a rnorror. I actually did not like to touch it, it was so pretty.'' "And how about the rest of the tent?" inquired Vance. "He hadn't disturbed a thing. I looked particularly. I tell you, man, that Mallory has given in." "It's not much like him," said Merry, dubiously. "Yon don't have to look very far for the cause," began Murray. "You remem ber how the first class gave him a licking the other day?'' Vance admitted that might have some thing to do with it. "It's got everything,'' chuckled Mur ray. "It's simply broken his spirit. Why look, man. He was black and blue all over. Even now one of his arms is in a sling. I tell you he's made up his mind that it isn't safe to carry on as he's been, and so he's decided to get meek and mild for a change. 11 "And, oh, say, if it's true!' cried Baby, excitedly. "If it's true! Gee whiz, won't we have some fun!" "Just won't we!" responded Murray, doubling up his fists and glaring as if the hated plebe were really in front of him. "J just tell you I mean to make him wish he'd never been born. I've been waiting for a chance to get even with that con founded beast, and now I '11 have him.'' For the next half hour there was joy unbounded among those three young gen-. tlemen. Only those who are familiar with their dispositions can comprehend the amount of satisfaction they felt; and only those who know our friend Mark Mallory's character as they did can appreciate their surprise at his "flunk." "I wish Bull were here to hear about it," remarked Baby at last. "vVhere the dickens is Bull anyhow?" inquired Murray, who was chief lientenant in Bull's gang and an invaluable a5-sistant in all of Bull's schemes for revenge upon Mark. That question changed the topic of conversation for a few minutes. It was Vance who answered it. "There's something mysterious about Bull," he said. "I've been puzzling my head to think what it means. You know Bull was absent rom taps last night." "What!" "Yes, he was. And you know that's a pretty serious offense. It may mean court' martial, you know.,' "Good gracious!', gasped Baby. "What would we do without Bull?" "I guess we won't have to," laughed Vance. "You needn't begin to worry. I was corporal of the guard last night when Bull came in to report. It was way after eleven.'' "Where on earth had he peen?" "He wouldn't tell me. He was deucedly mysterious. It seems that he had been in t.he water somehow and was soaking wet; all I could get out of him was that the business had something to do with Meg Adams.'' "Meg Adams!" cried Gus. "I thought she wouldn't speak to him." "\Vell, I don't know," said Vance. "That was what Bull told me. Anyhow he didn't seem a bit alarmed about his absence." "The superintendent sent for him this afternoon," put in Murray. "I suppose


1 .A.RM Y .A.'N D l.\"A Y Y that was to gi\'e him a chance to explain the matter." "Yes, and I saw Bull with Meg a while ago," added the other, shrewdly. "I shouldn't wonder if Bull were getting up some scheme. He hasn't said much about Mallory to-clay. He's been very mysterious.,, The mystery, whatever it was, was destined to remain unsolveci, however, ior just then the rattle of a drum echoed_ across the field, and the there sprang up hastily. "It's dress parade," said Murray. "Yes," responded Vance, dryly. "And now you'll have a chance to show off that beautifully cleaned gun of yours. Come on.'' CHAPTER II. A SURPRISE FOR GUS MURRAY. Gns Murray we11t straight to his tent when the group broke up. He hastily dusted off his clothes and looked at himself in the glass to make sure that nothn ing was out of place. Then he took up his gun from the rack and hurried out to "fall in." A moment later the order was given, "'Tention company!" and after roll call the battallion and marched out upon the parade ground. Tl.e ceremony of dress pqrade has been described in these pages before. The solemn cadet adjutant formed the parade and then turned it over to his st.perior. The gayly-dressed band marched down the line and took its station. A few moments later the batallion was iu the midst of its e\olutions. It was not very long before they halted again, down toward the southern end of the plain, to go through the manual of arms: It was then that Gus Murray received a shock. The cadets had been marching with their guns at a "carry." Gus had held his that way ever since he picked it up, and then suddenly the lieutenant iu command gave the order: ''Present-arms!'' In a "carry" the soldier holds liis gun in the right hand, with thumb and first finger around the trigger guard. In com ing to present he swings it up in front of him and seizes the stock in the left hand, at the same time Jetting go with the right and .reversing l1is grip. The cadet lines work like a perfect machine in that drill. Every gnn swings np at the same instant, every hand moves in unison, so that the sound of the many motions is but one. This time, however, there was a break, and the cause of it was our dear friend Gus. Gus got through the first part of the motion all right. On the second part he got "stuck" (in more senses than one). When he went to let go with his right hand-he couldn't! At first he coul

ARMY AND NA VY 1073 venged on that devil of a plebe if I have to kill him to do it!" He stayed in his tent, nursing his wrath and resentment, until the battalion marclaed back to camp. And he refosed t o come out then; his classmates who in quired as to what was the matter re ceived angry replies for their pains. And when ifae corps marched down to supper Murray still sat where he was. He didn't -want any supper. He was in just the mood to welcome a "Come, come," S;:lid Bull, pleasantly. "You don't want to get mad with me, Gus. Tell me what's wrong." "It's that confounded plebe!" snapped Murray. "l thought so,'" said Bull. that's what my news is about. a plot.'' "Well, I've got And the other's sullen glare gave place to a look of delight in an instant. He leaped to his feet with an exclamation of joy. "'us M lJRRA y TRIED TO COME TO "PRESENT ARMS,,, BUT FAILED. THE GUN WAS COYERE D WITH GLUE! ( pag e 10i2) -visitor who came then. The visitor was another yearling who had exercised his privilege of staying away from the evening meal. It was Murray's chum and crony, Bnll Harris. "Hello, old man," said he, pushing :aside the tent flap. "What's up?" "Go to blazes!" responded Murray, by way of answer. He did not say blazes, but there are blazes where he said. "By George, I knew it!" he cried. "Quick! quick! Out with it! Nothing's too desperate for me to-night." "That's good," chuckled Bull. "Very good. Come, let n s go and take a walk. This is a long stor y ; and no one must overhear it, eith er." Such is the eff e ct of bad motives upon men. Those two precious rasca ls stooped instinctively as th e y hurried down the company street and dodged out of camp.


1074 ARMY AND NA VY Bull led his company down through "Flirtation Walk" and out to the far end of it. Here they scram bled down the hill side until they were in a lonely, deserted glen almost at the river's edge It was al r eady growin dark \vith the shadows of the evening. And here Bull stopped and took a seat. "I hope this is quiet enough for you," said Murray. ''I had an especial reason for bringing you here!" responded Bu 11. "All I've got to tell you about happened here. Do you know, old man, I jumped iu to the river off that high bank last night." "What!" gasped the other. "For Heaven's sake, why?" "That's in the story," answered Harris. "I'll begin at the beginning. Listen. You re.member how I told you a month ago when that plebe Mallory first came hen, how Meg Adams and I had a quarrel and that fool came along and knocked me down .'' "You never told me what you were doing," said Murray. "Never mind. I was a fool to to try it, that way. Anyhow, she's hated me ever since. And oh, how she has struggled to get that plebe. Murray, I'm smarter than you think. I've been watching this busi ness night and day, waiting for my chance. And now it's come. I found that plebe and Meg on this very spot just be fore taps last night." "What doing?" gasped 1\1 urray. "I never lose a chance to hear one of Mallory's conversations," growled Bull in a low tone. ''I crept down here and listened; an

.A.RMY .A.ND N .A. VY 1075 "Yes, but what? and when?" "To-night!" cried Bull! "To-night! And I want you to help us." :'.\Iurray sprang up in excitement and joy. Bull hushed his exclamations, and after glancing cautiously about him to make sure that no one was near in that now black and shadowy glade, went on in a low, muttering tone. "It's very simple," he whispered. "It's because it's so simple it's sure to work. It won't leave Mallory the ghost of a chance. I'm just as sure, man, sure as I stand on this spot of ground, that Mal lory will be court-martialed in a week." "What is it?" cried Murray. "Listen. Meg's going to write him a letter to-night, send it to him ahout midnight, asking him to come to her. Then ,, "But will he come?" "Certainly. vVe can make it strong. She will. She can say she's dying, anything to make sure. He'll go. She lives beyond cadet limits. Some of us'll be there, catch him, tie him, kill him-anything, I don't care. And I know the girl don't. I think she'd tear his eyes out. Anyhow, we'll fix him there, beyond limits, and then back to camp we go, make some infernal racket and have the tac out in no time. Then there'll be an inspection, and l\1allory'll be "hived" absent after taps. They'll ask him next morning where he's been, and he.'ll tell." "He may lie." ;Hewon't. Hec.onldn't. Iknowhim too well. And he'll be court-martialed, and there you are!'' And Gus Murray leaped up with a cry of joy. He seized his companion by the hallCl. "That's it!" he cried. "That's it! By Heaven, it'll do him! And if there's any blame to bear that fool of a girl shall bear it." CHAPTER III. IN WHICH THE PLOT SUCCEEDS. That beautiful July evening, while those precious rascals sat whispering and discussing the details of their plan, while first classmen and yearlings were all down in the Academy Building at the "hop," a certain plebe sat in a tent of Company A, all by himself. A candle flickered be-side him, and he held a writing pad in his hand. The plebe was Mark Mallory, his clearcut, handsome features shining in the yellow light. "Dear Mother," he was writing. "It is hard for one to get time to write a letter here. We plebes have so much to do. But I have promised you to write once a week, and so I have stolen off from my friends to drop you a line. "This is the fifth letter I have written now, the close of the fifth week. And I like West Point as much as I ever did. You know how much that is. You know how I have worked and striven for this chance I have. West Point has always been the goal of all my hopes, and I am still happy to have reached it. If I should forfeit my chance now it would be Ly my own fault, I think; I know that it would break my heart. "We plebes have to work hard nowa days. They wake us up at five with a big gun, and after that it is drill all day. But I like it, for I am learning lots of things. If you could see me sweeping and dusting I know you would laugh. Texas says if 'the boys' saw him they'd lynch him 'sho.' "I told you a lot a bout Texas the last time I wrote. He is the most delightful character I have ever met in my life. He is just fr esh from the plains, and his cow boy ways of looking at things keep me laughing all day. But he is just as true as steel, and as fine a friend as I ever knew. "I believe I told you a11 about the Seven Devil, the secret society we have gotten up to stop hazing. Well, we are having high jinks with 'the clurnation ole ya'rlin's,' as Texas calls them. We have outwitted them at every point, and I think they are about ready to give up in despair. We plebes even went to the hop the other night. I can hear the music of the hop now as it comes over the parade ground. It is very alluring, so you i;nust appreciate this letter all the more. "I shan't tell you about the fight I had, for it would worry you. And I haven't time to tell you how I saved the life of a girl last week. I i nclose a newspaper clipping about it, but you mustn't believe it was so absurdly )leroic. The girl's father is a very rich man here, and,


1076 ARMY .A.ND N .A. YY mother, she is simply beautiful. Texas tells me I am very much in love with her; perhaps I am. Texas ought to know best. She is certainly very sweet and attractive. She has joined ,the Seven Devils to help me fool the yearlings. "I guess I shall have to stop now. I hear some sounds that make'me think it is time for tattoo, and besides, I am getting very homesick, writing to you way out in Colorado. You need not be fearing any rival to my affections, mother dear, even if I am fond of Grace Fuller. I wish I could see you just once to-night to tell you how much I miss you. And I am .still. Your devoted son, "Mark." The plebe laid down his pencil with a sigh. He folded the letter and sealed it, and then rose slowly to his feet. Outside of his tent he heard quick steps and voices, and a moment later the rattle of a drum broke forth. "Tattoo," he observed. "I thought so.'' He turned toward the door as the flap was pushed aside-and a tall, slender lad entered, a lad with bronzed, sun-tanned features and merry gray eyes. ''Hello, Texas!'' said Mark. ''Hello," grow Jed Texas. "Look a yere What do you mean by runnin' off an' hidin' all evenin'? I been a huntin' you everywhere." "I've been right here," said Mark, "writing a letter home. Did you want me to go to .the hop?" "No, I didn't. But I wanted you to tell me all 'bout that crazy Meg Adams last night an' what you

ARMY AND NAVY 1077 ago," replied the lad. "And she told me to run. She seemed scared to death, sir, and I know she'd been crying." Mark stared into his earnest face a mo menJ:, and then he turned away m "You may go," he said to the boy. "I know my way to her house alone.'' The lad disappeared; and Mark, without a moment's hesitation, went over and woke one of the cadets. "Wake up, Texas," he whispered. "Wake up and read this." Texas arose from his couch in surprise and sleepy alarm. He read the letter. gasping; then he stared at Mark. "Do you think she wrote it?" he inquired. That problem was puzzling Mark, too. He had received two letters before from that girl, under exactly similar circumstances. One had been a trick of the ca dets to lure him out. The other had been genuine, and had resulted in Mark's saving the girl's brother from disgrace and ruin. But which was this? Mark made up his mind quickly. "I think she wrote it, old man," he said. "The drum-boy who gave me this gave me the other she wrote, too, and he swears she wrote this. He said she was frightened and crying. Texas, she lives way off there with her old mother, who's blind and helpless. And there's no telling what may have happened to her. Just see how urgent that note is. I must go, old man. I'd be a coward if I didn't. She don't know a soul to call on but me.'' And Mark, generous and noble to a fault, had turned and begun to fling on his clothing. Texas was doing likewise. "I'm a-goin', too," he vowed. "She says not," whispered Mark. "I know," was the answer. "She ain't a-goin' to know it. I'm a-gcrin' in case it's them durnation ole yearlin 's. Ef I see it's all right, and she wrote it, I reckon I kin sneak home." Nothing could deter the faithfnl and vigilant Texan from his resolution, and when Mark stole out of his tent his friend was at his heels. They passed the sentry, Baby Edwards, with the usual signal, Mark fooled for once, was chuckling at his deception, thinking B?by thought: them yearliugs. But Baby knew who it was, aud laughed. The two, once clear of camp, set out on a dead run. They dashed across the cavalry plain and down the road to Highland Falls. It was nearly a mile to where Meg Adams lived, but Mark never stopped once, not even when he came to the dreaded cadet limits, to be found beyond w meant court-martial and dismissal in disgrace. He took the risk grimly, however, and ran on. When they finally reached the girl's house the Texan was panting and exhausted. '.'Y.ou stay there," whispered Mark, po111t111g to a clump of bushes nearby. Texas crouched behind them, and dou bled his fists in determination. Mark just as promptly stepped up to the door and softly rapped. There was a light in one of the rooms on the ground floor. The curtain was carefully drawn, but Texas, watching closely, saw a shadow swiftly flit across. And }ust after that the door was flunO' open, and the girl stood before them. "' "I knew you would come!" Texas heard her cry. "Oh, thank Heaven!" Then Mark stepped inside, and the door shut again. Te:irns waited in suspense and curiosity. He.d1d not know }low long Mark might be 111 there, but he was resolved to stick it out. Then suddenly, to his surprise, the door was opened aoain and Mark and the girl stepped out. "' She was leaning upon his arm and hurrying him forward quickly. was evidently in great distress, and from what the hidden listener heard, Mark was striving his best to comfort her. The two figures hurried across the clearino and vanished in the woods. Texas arose "'from his position. "I reckon it's all dght," he muttered. "It's durnation mysterious, but there's nothin' mo' fo' me to do." And suiting the action to the word the faithful Southener turned and set out rapidly for camp. Which ended Mark Mallory's fast chance of escape. CHAPTER iV. THE ALARM AT CAMP M'PHERSON. Mark Mallory when he entered "Meg"


1078 ARMY AND NA YY Adams' house found her standing before Mark Mallory was as motionless and him, a picture of misery and fright. He helpless as if he had been turned to stone! demanded to know what was wrong. The swift emotions that surged through "Come, come!" the girl cried. his excited brain defy description. He "Quick. I cannot tell yqu. Oh! Come saw the plot in an instant, apprehended and see." it in all its fiendish heartlessness; and he She flunoa shawl about her shoulders, knew that he was ruined. He could not seized Mark b y the arm in a convulsive see behind him; he could not identify grip, and together they hurried through his assailants; but he was sure they were the woods. cadets, Bull and his crowd leagued with It was a little footpath they followed. this wretched girl to play upon his kindMark had no id ea where they were going heartedness. in the deep black darkness. He aban-And that girl! Oh, what a figure she cloned himself entirely to the girl's guid-was! She made no attempt' to hide herance trustina that no slight matter could self, however much Bull Harris might. haye1 taken there. And he was right. She stood before her helpless victim's The girl said not a word during the a perfect figure of vengeance and trip. She kept her face hidden in the triumph. shawl, and only a sob told the state There is a famous painting by Sichel of her feelings. He was growlllg more of the Grecian Sorceress, Medea. The mvstifiecl and curious every moment. woman is standing clad in white that con"'on, on they went. They must have trasts with her jet black hair. In one been hurrying continually for at least hand, half hidden, she clutches a shining five minntes, the girl dragging the cadet daaaer her mouth is set in a firm, deterfaster and faster. And then suddenly she and her eyes are dai:k and turned and left 'the path. gleaming. Imagine that figure in the There was a dense thicket before them; moment of victory, every feature conshe paused not a moment hesitate, _but vulsed with joy, with hatred gratified, plunged into the midst of it. The bnars and that is the girl Meg Adams. She was tore her clothing and hands, but she dancina about Mark in fury, flinging her forced her way in. And when they were hands in his face, taunting him, jeering in the very centre, without a word, she at him, threatening him so as to frighten stopped and faced about. e\'en the desperate cadets. She pushed aside her veil and hair and They, meanwhile, were working quick-stared wildly at Mark. He gazed at her ly; they bound his legs together, J:is blood-red, burning cheeks and saw her to his side. They forced a gag 111to his black eyes glitter. mouth, and then lastly shut off his view "What is the matter?" he cried. of the wildly shrieking girl by tying a She made not a sound, but suddenly to handkerchief about his eyes. And then l\Iark's infinite horror flung herself upon they tumbled him to the ground and him and .wrapped her arms about his turned away and left him. neck. Mary Adams stayed behind them a mo"Why, Miss Adams," he gasped, ment to vent her fury upon the helpless "I--" His words stuck in his throat. His surprise changed to the wikiest and consternation. For he felt a pan of sinewy arms flung about his ankles, bind ina his feet tooether as in a vise. He had onlv one free :rm, the other being bound to chest with the bandages of the sur aeon the free arm was seized by the wrist grip that almost _crushed it. And to his mouth another pair of hands were pressed, making outcry impossible as it would have been futile anyway. prisoner. "Satisfied-!" she cried. "How do you like it? I told yon I would have revenge. I told yov I hated you! And now, and now it is mine! You are mine, too! Do you hear me? I can do what I please with you. I can kill you. And I ought, you dog!" Mark could not see her, but he felt a stinaina pain in his cheek and he felt the "" b warm blood fl.ow. The girl's sharp heel had cut his flesh.


ARMY AND NAVY 1079 And a moment later he heard a low voice mutter: "Come away, you fool! Come on." They dragged her reluctantly with them. Mark heard the steps recede into the distance, heard the silence settling down about the place. They had left him alone, deserted and hel ple;Ss, lost in the midst of the woods, left him to die for all he knew, certainly to be missed, to be expelled, to be ruined. And the poor fellow groaned within bim as he realized the triumph of his enemes. Texas made his way back to camp in si'.ence. Texas felt it was none of his business, and yet he could not help try ing to guess the errand upon which those two had gone. It was certainly a mystery. Texas reached the camp without succeeding in forming the least guess. He raced past the same sentry in the sa1ne style as usual. He entered his tent and found the other two "devils" sleeping soundly, having not the.least suspic ion of the night's occurrences. ''I reckon," he mused, reflectively, "there ain't much use o' my sittin' round. I'll go to bed." With which resolution he undressed and lay down to sleep. After such an exciting and lively halfhour as the one Texas had just spent, one does not usually drop off to sleep very easily. It was fortunate that Texas did not; wide awake as he was, he had a cooler and steadier head to think when the hour of trial came. For the "hour of trial" was coming very soon now. Bull Harris and his cowardly allies first took the precaution to calm the angry girl, and then set out on a run for camp. Their hearts were beating high with hope and triumph. Their time had come at last; their enemy was theirs, and theirs without any blame falling on them. It was a great day for the vengeful Bull. They passed their sentry ally in safety and vanished in their tents. In a minute more they were all safely in bed, a9 Texas was, and then the time had come. "Texas, lying in his silent tent, was just beginning to doze, when suddenly came a wild yell that shook the air, that made the hills to echo. It rang through the sleeping camp, and it was followed by a series of shouts. "Help! help! help!" The place was in an uproar in an instant; and Texas was almost paralyzed with horror. An alarm! The camp awake! Inspection! And Mark, his Mark, his friend and hero, absent! He sprang to his feet with a hoarse cry; at the same moment the other two plebes sat up and stared about them wildly. "What's that?" cried one. "Mark's gone!" fairly shrieked Texas. "Mark gone! How?" "He's out of bounds! Great Heavens, he went to see Meg Adams! And he'll be found out!" The two crowded about him, their faces pale with fright, their eyes staring. Mark gone! Mark, their leader! What on earth would they do? The Texan 's wild exclamation had been heard in the Company B tent to the rear, and its occupants had rushed in re gardless of rules, of discovery, of everything. An alarm! An inspection! And Mark beyond limits! Things were happening with incredible swiftness outside. The shouts had been echoed by excited inquiries from awakened cadets, by the cries of sentries for the corporal of the guard, and by the quick, sharp commands of officers. Lieutenant Allen, the "tac" in com mand, had sprung up from his bed at the very first cry. And in half a minute more, dressed and with lighted lantern in his hand, .he was down the company street. "What's the matter?" he cried. No one knew. He saw cadets gathered illalmost every tent door, staring out anxiously. Thus he did not notice the state of affairs in Mark's tent, where six horrified, frightened plebes were huddled, gasping. Night alarms had been getting too frequent at Camp McPherson that year, and had excited the ire of the authorities. The lieutenant meant to find out the authors of this one, if such a thing were within the realms of possibility. First he thought of sounding the "long roll," the fire or mntiny signal, summoning the cadets out on the street for roll call. Then it occurred to him that an in-


1080 ARMY AND NAVY spection of the tents might do better. Another "tac," Lieutenant Ross, had joined him at this moment. And without a moment's dela y the two s et to work. And Lieutenant Allen started with Company A, the very street in which Mark l\lallory's tent stood! A thousand wild plans had occurred to the six, to Texas in particnlar. He might "hold up" the tac, prevent the inspection! Or dress up as Mark and have himself reported! Great Heav ens! he must do something. The officer began at the head of the street. He flashed his lantern into the first tent, counting the sleepers and noting that nothing was disturbed. Then he came to the second, to the third, the fourth, and so on down. It was the work of but one second to lance into each. It would take but five seconds more to reach Mark' s, to note the fact that there were but three in that tent, and that Cadet Mallory was absent out of camp, out of limits! Texas turned to his comrades as the officer drew near. There were tears in Texas' eyes, and his voice was choked. "You fellows," he said, to the three from the B tent, "you-you'd better go back, or you '11 get soaked, too.'' Nearer still came the officer. One tent more! The three had turned to go-and then suddenly Texas uttered a cry of joy and staggered back against the tent wall! An instant later he leaped forward, seize

' JULES V ASCO THE TERRIBLE; OR, The St r a n ge Story of Michel Vancouver Student. I SWUNG OUT OVER THE TERRIBLE ABYSS AS A MAN SWINGS UPON A TRAPEZE (page 1083) HE balloon shot up from the Zoological Gardens at Antwerp, and mauy buudred pipes came from many hundred mouths, and many hundred guttural exclamations gave luck to the aeronaut. It seemed to me a commonplace exhibition enough, aud when I bad watched t lrn car pass into a belt of clouds tbat lay low ui;on tbe city, I turned to l\Iicbel, and suggested other pastime. But there be was again, as white as the ghost of cheap romance, a very bundle of fea r s, a n d he leaned so heavily upon me tnat I was conv i nced he was going to faint, and implored him to r emember where he was, as pe ople often do when another man is ill or dying, and chooses a ridiculousl y p u blic place for the performance. When we had dined together at the Hotel do I' Europe t hat mgbt, I tackled Michel Vancouver in earnest. ''You are the most ridiculous compound of contrasts that ever I met witb," said L "Ever you left t own you !Jave turned the color of whitewash at th6 mere mention of a climb; and I expect nightly to hear of your gcing giddy when you upstairs to bed Yet, in other thiugs, I don't know a man who can ho l d bis own with you fo r p l uck. It's a paradox, Mike, and it interferes witb my digesti on so much that unl ess you solve tbe riddle I shall uAver be able to learn. German, to say nothing of Dutcb. Michel puffed hard at bis cigar when he bad beard me out; and called fo r another bock. "Did I never meutiou anything about it to you?" b e asked, as he sipped from the long, green glass. "Never a wo rd; vrobably because I didn't ask you . I s it a very strange story tbtln?" "It's curious, to say the least of it. When that dirty waiter bas removed himself, I'll tell you a bit of it,. ai:Jd you shall judge; but fill your glass first, 11ud then we can have this corner to ourselves." I did as he tofd me, and waited for bim. The presence of other people seemed to annoy him, and be paused until the smoking-room was almost empty before be began to te ll me the story I now write for you.


1082 ARMY .A.ND N.A. VY And while be spoke, I closed my eyes and listrned in dumb amazement that such a thing should have happened, aud no man should known a word about it. It is five years ago, said he, since I left tbe army school. I should ba\'e stayed another year, and might bave Ileen Ill a cavalry regiment now if an accident bad not happened to me. You ruay not have heard of it; but tbe common story went that I fell out of a balloon just as it was reaching grounitb a curious sensation as of aenal suspeusiou, tbe car was dragged upwards-upwards un til the heclges could uo longer be seen in the fields, and ti.Jer e were n o trees I.Jut only dots of darker bue against the background of green anrl little mirrors of bright light where the brilliam sun trnck lake or river. A fase iuatiJJg s pectacl e, yet oue t o 111ake tue budcling aeronaut quake, and cling to the s id e nf the frail baske t as to life itself. So I c lu11g afraid to ad1nit my fear, and I lo oked at Vasco for the first time since we uad started. The car was so narrow that our knees almost touched. Tllere was a rough seat all 1ou11d it, leaving a space for some i11stru111e11ts, and a great jar of liquor fron1 which the Canadifm helped bin1 self freely. \\"hen I looked him straight iu the face there was a denlisb twinkle in bis eyes, which I noticed for the fir s t time. His face was marked i.Jy au exp1 ession which, if it meant anytbi11g, meant malicio11s triulllph. What should cause it, I knew 11o t but from that time I turned s i c k with fear. It seemed t o me that I .wa al ready some thousands of fee t in the air witb a drunk-. ard or a scoumlrel, and t o get d ow n again without ex. citing the man's u sp1c iou was from that moment alone in my thought. We mus t ha, e m ounted so for five minutes when the sile nee was broken. Vasco spoke, and iu his miserable 11:ugli s b. "What time is it?" he asked. "You've got a clock on you, l se e ; pull h e r out, will you?" I look ed at n1y watch-a fin e repeater, given to me on my seventeeutb birthday by my father-and I told him tbnt tho ti111e wa a quarte r to three. "That's all right, ' be sai1use. "it's fight, is it, my bantam cork? Now, look here, I've took a good many up rich, aud brought 'em down agaiu poor, but they saved r .heir 11ecks, which, I guess. is more thau you'll do, unless you fork out sharp. You can get off ti.Jen as soon as you like, anti tell tl1e p olice-ba,' ha! I shall drop you pre ently, and you ca11 nrn home by the next train-when you've borrowed tbe n1oney." I was in a rare state of fear at tbis, for tbe man was twice my size, strong with drink, fierce-looking, and ready, I saw. to go to the length of murdering me if he could get a dollar by it. We were together in 11 car not more than five feet across, and the earth was thousands of feet below us, looking now like a fai1y sceue which glowed under generous sunsbiue, and was as though set with gems and light. But I kept 111y bear! and answered him: "You may rlo wbat you like, but Y?U will never bave my watch o r my mo11e_v. Anti whats more, I'm going down-do yon uuderstancl?-so you '11 pull tbat rope at once." His laugh at tbis was uproarious, but be took tbe valve-line in his hand, and, ns if by way of nus1Yer, be thre1> bags of sand over, and the balloon bounded up like a bird, entering a doucl of wlnte mist hid the earth and rolled upon us Ill damp and chilling waves.


ARMY AND NA VY 1083 "Now," he said, as he rose from his seat and made a step towards Ille, "now where's that clock?" As be rose,_ I rose, and being quic k witb my fists, I bit bun full m the face, and sent him reeling against tbe w i ckerwork. But it was ouly a momeutary ari vantage, for lie bad whipped out a great clasp-knife before I bad recovered from the effort o f the blow, and I saw that b e meant t o stab m e, and to t!Jrow ruy body overboard. Jn that awful minute when the t e rriblt! st1ain on my ears aud my quick r espiration told me wbat a height we bad reached, tbe car, which s h ou ld have been my safety, was nothing but a ha,en of death; a nd as Vasco made a wild stab at me, l sprang at the ropes above and cluug there. Then h e 1eacbed out t o strike my feet, but I kicked the weapon from his band, and he co uld do nothing but try to reach me and curse in two laugnages. Yet think of my situation. I bad grasped the cords which circlel t!Je great silken bag, aud while I b a ld on to tbem with a grip which was almost maniacal, I could get no b old fo r my feet, aud I swuug out over that t errible abyss as a man swings upon a trapeze. W e passed from the cloud whose envelopin g volume hid the terrible s ight below somewhat from me, and theu the agony which haunts me t o this day, and will ever llaunt n1e, began lliy we ight pulled tbe balloon toward me, yet all my heart b reakiu g struggl es s terrible death t!Jan that of Lhe aw ful fall, and was, i ndeed, h11lf of a mind to face all and cast lll yself a way from tbe balloon when I made a curious discovery. A core!, clamp and clammy, was blown against my face. I followed it mechanically witb my eye, and saw that it was the Vjllvecord i:orr.mnni cating with tho air. Chauca and the tilt of the silk had put it into my bands. I gaYe one pull upon it, and heard l oud cries from tbe ruffian in the car as I did so; but we began to go do .n1dow n with g reat lurc!J es which might at auy moment have dashed me free, yet down to the ground I coveted with a madman's greed. Then I saw that my inexperience had caused Jlle to let out too mnch gas, and that we were descendiug at a terrific pace while Vasco was hurling out sandbags for bis life What really happe ned in the descent I don't know to this day. I remember 011l y that I was 11urled tbrough the a;r with a great which bid everything from my eyes and that the downwarrl rnotiou was m o r e delicious than anythiug I have experienced. Have you ever jumped iuto water from a high place, and felt the delig).1t of that wild careering through the air, that l ong in g to go on falling fo r e,er? Well, that was wh a t 1-feltps we rus hed toward earth, a nrl in one pro lon ged anrl perfect trees praug up from dots, hou ses from space, eYen men and women from crawling insects on the green. Then, just fo r a second, the ballcon paused, and with a fearful bang it l eft me in the middle of a plougberi field They told me this after, wb e u the doctor set my di s locatPCl shoulder. They icked me up insensible in the field, but Vasco lay beside me with bis brnins dashed out. H e !Jad thrown the last bag of sand when we were fifty feet aboYe the grouno, and although that bad c h ec ked the rleadly descent, the balloon bad yet struck the earth witb a fierce blow, bringing Insensibility and a dislocated arm-the one wetlged in the cord, by the way-to me, and death to Vasco tbe Terrible. And that's why h eights funk me. ls it a g oo d reason, eb? HERE'S A SONG FOR THE WHEEL. H ere's a song for the wheel, With its sinews of steel And its thews which shall mock at the longest day's journey; Noue shall equal the speed Of this tireless steed Tho' be ride with the skill of a knight in the tourney. Here's a song for the wheel And the dull pulse shall feel All the fervor and glow of its youth come a-throbbing; The blood shall be rife With a riotous life And shall surge in shrunk veins which the years have been robbing. Here's a song for the wheel, And the vision shall reel As we dash like a flash from the hill to the hollow; The wide welkin shall ring With the welcome we bring To the home of the stream and the haunt of the swallow. Here's a song for the wheel, As in silence we steal Like the wraiths of the wood 'mid the m :sts of the morning; Bnt swifter onr flight Thro' the gloom of the night Than the stars which shall shine till the morrow's fair dawning. Here's a song for the wheel While the merry bells peal In a chime long and loud for the steed true and peerless; Like winds of the North His riders go forth I n the strength of the strong and the joy of the fearless. J. H. MEAD, in Criteria.


Authol' of "A Legacy of Pe1it," etc., etc. ("IN FORBIDDEN NEPAUL" was commenced in :-e the gole a good bit to see the faces of Pers bad Singl' and that old scoundrel Vasbtu when they find that we are not in the net! What do you suppose tbey will do?'' "They'll probably bit on the truth," Hawksmoor replied, grimly, "and be following us up in the course of an hour or so ''Heaven forbid!'' muttered Nigel. ''But don't y o u think it more likely that tbey will conclude we changed our minds about entering the monastery-at least, on tbe fhst day of the offerings-and are still hiding amoug the meuntaius?'' '"No. I don't, DaYenant. I believe they will be shrewd enough to suspe<>t that we released the leopard, aud our motive for doing so; and that will mean, sooner or a search in this underground part of the monastery. But we'll hope for the b est; I <'lon't by any meRns despair of pulling through all ri11:bt." "And of reseuiug Muriel?" Nigel asked eagerly. "It is maddening to think how close she may be to us at this moment." "lt is extremely unlikely that Miss Brabazon 's place of confinement is any where in this quarter,'' Hawks moor interrupted, "and at present I am not thinking of ber rescue. The underground passage that Bbagwa1 Das told me about is separnted from the rive1 by a parapet and if we can find the place we will not only be reasduably from discovery, but there is e,ery reason to expect that Bhagwan Das will find means of joining us there to-night.'' "By Jove that's so!" exclaimed Nigel. "And be will be able to tell us where to find hluriel l" "Very likely." I hope we don't miss tbe spot, theu ; happily there is plenty of time before evening. By tbe way, what do vou think will be Ali Mirza's fate?" "Sonrnthing connected with boiliug oil or molten lead, or worse tbi11gs-ultin1ately. But for the present Ins life is safe enough; they will keep him for purposes of identification in the event of our rapture.'' "I'm sorry for the poor devil," said Nigel. ''Yes I daresay tbey tortured him till be had to confess," Hawksmoor. "'!'bis way, Davenant. We 'll bear to the rigbt." It is needless to tell at length how the fugitives fared during the rest of that ill-begun day. Let it suflke to say that disappoiutment and failure steadily dogged


ARMY AND NAVY 1085 their footsteps, wore a way their patience and spirits. For thoug!J they bad started on the proper course, they stood not o ne chance in a thousand of finding the goal they sought without the experienced Bhagwau Das to guide them tbl'ougb the labyrinthine maze that unde1 lay tbe monastary. A wonderful place it was! Centuries of toil must ha\"e bee11 required to complete this herculean task-to turn the rugged mou11tain gorge into so imghty and extensive a stronghold! And what they saw of it was only tbe subterranean part, the portion beneath tbe greRt stoue floor ou which the rnouas tery proper was built. Hour afte r hour they wanrlered through the network of passages aud galleria", treadiug weather-worn flagstoues tbat mig!Jt have been laid a thousand years before. with strangely-curved walls of masonry to right and left of them. The corrirlors were awe-inspiring and depressing; there se e111ed to be no end to them, and they forke d in all directions with bewildering multiplicity. High overheat! twinkled the tiuy slits, uow close together, now far apart, letting in a dim light and a supply or swe e t an

1086 ARMY KA.VY "l don't believe we can do, either,'' replied Nigel; ''but, as you say, we are not likely to get au other opportunitv to rescue the girl." "I'm sure we won 't," Hawksmoordeclared. "Come, there is uo time to lose.'' They hastily crept tbrougb tbe trePs and bushes until thev were about tweuty feet from tbe base of the wall, and here tbev halted iu a sheltering thicket. Tbe balcony was c!Ose ovel'head uow, aud Muriel was still there alone, still gazing over the parapet at the great black bulk of tl1e mountaio. "Don't take ber too much by surprise," said Hawks moor. "J:iow will she staud it?" ''She bas pleuty of uerve-she won't betray herself,'' Nigel whispered; and with tbat be began to sing, in a low, quivering voice: "By tbe old J\Joulmein Pagoda, looking eastward to the sea, Tbere's a Bumial.i irirl asitting, arnl-" Muriel started ever so little, and her slim form straigbtened. She looked furtively down from the balcony, darted a quick glance over her shoulder, then, carelessly, her sweet voice took up the familiar words: "For the wind is In the palw trees, and tbe temple bellB they say 'Cowe yon hack. yon Britisb soldier-come you back to l\Iauc\&lay!'" There was a brief instant of silence. So far all was well. The girl understoo

ARMY AND NAVY 1087 pitchy darknes of tbe subterranean channel, feeling more and more tlie c!Jilling effect of tbe icy waters. Tbere wus not a sound to he beard in the hollow vault-only tbe low murmur of tbe stream. Pres ently, having swung around a sliglit and almost imperceptibl e curve they saw in tbe far distance a patch of silvery white ligbt f?limmering athwart the ness. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE ESCAPE TO THE LAKE. "Look!" said Nigel: "that must be the outlet to the Lake of Dacca. We shall soon be there." "About half a mi!e yet, I should judge,'' replied Hawksmoor. "Are you equal to it?" "Yes, if that's all tbe distance. I'm only beginning to feel a little tired. But suppose we can't find a boat?" "That's a contingency I'm not prepared to grapple with, Davenant. From what Bhagwan Das told me, boats are kept at tbe mouth of tbe river, so I rather tbink we may pick one up. Ugb, how cold the water is!" "It's like ice!" Nigel muttere1l. "It doesn't look as though tbe priests were on our track," said Hawksn100r. 'Possibly, having discovered that we fell through tbe bole, they believe tbat we are botb drowned. "They may be searching the gardens," suggested "or the underground passages wheni we wandered all afternoon. By Jove, I wonder if Bhagwan Das should be somewhere about bere hunting for us!'' "It's quite likely," assented Hawks111oor. He twice called the Hindoo by name, but there was no response-only the weird, shuddering echoes of bis own voice, rolling far through the cavern. I don't suppose Bhagwan Das could give his fellow-priests the slip,'" he said. "It was a risky thing to sing out as I did. Listen: the echo hasn't quite stopped I If any guards are posted yonder at the outlet, they will b'l on the watc-h for us." With anxious hearts tboy swam on for a moment o r two, but tbe silence tbat followed the ecboes rn mained unbroken. "I wonder if there are any crocodiles iu tbe river," Nigel saiu, abruptly, "or auy of tbose great serpents?" "It's not likely,'' Hawksmoorrep li ed, uneasily, 'for if any of either species were about, we should hardly be alive and swimming now." But the suggestion was alarming to both men, and they could not ritcbed witb breathless anxiety. A few sec onds later Hawksmoor came up, aud on the outer side of the gate. He swam to the shelf and climbed upon it. 'Your turn, Davenant," be called, in a whisper. "Go clown about ten feet, and you'll clear the bars." It was a difficult task for Nigel, weak and numbed as he still was, but be did not hesitate an instant. He paddled up stream, turned, and dived. He felt the bars grate bis back as he swam unde r water, and just when be could bold bis breath no longer, bis head shot to the surface. He struggled feebly to tbe shelf, where Ha wksmoor caught him and pulled him out. They rested for a couple of minutes, and then noiselessly lowered tbe boat to the water. It was in bad repair and very dry, eviclently having been out or use for a lopg time. With great care they climbed into the shaky craft, pushed oft' from the r ocks, and drifted sluggishly a way ou the C'Url'ent "Now to find a safe biding place,'' said Hawksmoor. "We been more fortunate than I expected. I was afraid the gate would be guarded. As yet the priests are not searcbiug for us on the river, so we are sure pf a good start." "How far will we go?" asked Nigel. "Perhaps three or four miles,'' Hawksmoor replied, "and tben we will look for shelter on the mainland Come, Davenant, we'll warm ourselves by hard WOl'k." Fast and steadily they dipped tbe paddles, driving tbe ligbt boat further and further from the yawning mouth of the subterranean river, on and on between tbe di verging mountain walls, until tbey were well out in the open moonlit lake, where even by nigbt water and air wore a purple hne. When they bad gone about a mile they stopped and looked back. The moon was sbining into tbe gorge between tbe lofty mountains, shedding a silvery glow on the iron gate and on the wall of red granite above it that marked the limit of tbe monastery. A lump rose in Nigel's throat. He was leaving the girl be loved passionately behind her to tbe mercies of tht> cruel priests aud of Matadeen Mir. Tbe tbougbt was agony to him-the keenest torture. "Collie, Daenant, yon are not paddling," said Hawksmoor. "We must put a few more milAs between us and the monastery.'' "And what then?" Nigel asked, hoarsely. "You remember your promise!" "Yes: we wil l make auother attempt to rescue Muriel Brabazon if a chance "And suppose one doesn't offer?" "Then the only thing for us to do is to try to reach Katmandu, and repol't to tbe British Resident--" Hawksmoor broke off suddenly, and glanced down at his feet. "Good heavens, tbe boat is leaking!" be cried. "Our weight 1s forcing the cracks apart!" He was right. Tbe leakage bad only just begun, but already tbe water was several inC'bes deep in the bottom, and was oozing rapidly in from several places. The rickety old craft seemed to be coming apart.'' "It's all up with ns!" exclaimed Nigel. "We can't take to swimming, for the big serpents or tbe crocodiles would soon finish us.'' "Yonder is an island!" cried Hawksmoor, pointin g to a dark mass of rocks and bushes about a quarter of a mile ahead. "We must try to reacb it before tbe boat sinks! Paddle for your lif

A YOUNG BREADWINNER: Oil, GUY TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS. The Story of a Brave Boy's Struggle for Fame in the Great Metropolis. Bv MATTHEW WHITE, ]ll. (Copyrighted, American Publisher s' Corporation. ("A YOUNG BRi>AnWINNKR" was conmieuced last week.) CHAPTER IV. CALLED TO ACCOUNT. For an instant or two, while Mr. Fox was speaking, Guy tried to imagine that he was not himself liviug through this bitter experience but was readit' g of it in a book. How cou lrl b e bear it? He, a Hammersley, a name that, as far baC'k as records w ent, had 11ever beeu sullied by tbe l east taint of disgrace! And his mother! How could he t ell h e r of this dread ful charge ? Well, sir, are you rearly to accompany me down to Mr. In wood's? Of course, if you can prove to his satisfaction that you did 11ot take the money, well and good." J\Ir. Fox's voice broke in on Guy's meditations, as tha t gentleman rose and buttoned his coat. "Yes, sir, in one minute;" and Guy stepped back to the dining-room to ask Eliza to tell bis rnother that be had gone down-town again. H e did 11ot dare trust himself t o see b er. Then b e went out with Mr. lt'ox. The fresh air seemed to in8pire him with hope. in some way. "It can't b e nossible," h e told himself, "that in these days of law and justice an innocent person can be sent to jail. llfr. Inwood must see that I didn't take the m oney.'' They went directly to the office of the Firesi d e Favorite, Mr. Fox takrng a ape r out of his pocket and not speaking one word during tbe j ourne y And with what different sensations Guy ascended thosE'\ three flights of dirty stairs from tbe feeliugs that b arl rlominated him in the same locality but two short h ours ago Mr. Fox threw open the door labeled, "Office of tl.10 FirPsicie Favorite," aud poor Guy felt the hot blood rush in surges to his c heeks as he found the r oom deserted when he was there on tbat ill-fated errand, now filled witb girls, who one and all ceased their work as be ent e red, aud stared a t him with cruel, r e lentles s steadiness But the star e was not the only tbing b e had t o face A regular buzz of" Here lie is," went r ound, and h e even heard a skurrying of skirts as girls not so favor ably placed fo r seeing hurrid forward t o get a sight of the m esse nger frou1 Fox & Burde!J's w!Jo bad stolen thirteen dollars. One r emark h e beard distinctly: "f)h, HattiP-, isn't he handsome I" one pale-faced worker o n wrapping whispered to her seat mate. Mr. Fox glanced ueitber to the right nor the left, but marched straight ahead t o Mr. In wood's prh-ate oftke. He took pains, too, that Guy should walk ahead of him. ]\fr. Inwood saw them the instant they entered the outer room anrl twirled round in bis revolving chair tbrew his bead back and folded his arms, and thns awaited t!Jeir arrival with the air of a supreme court judge. He was 11 very stout man, with an immense double chin, but, contrary to the rule that is supposed to bold good with most fat people, he did not look in the least jolly, or as if be ever <'OU id be so Before Guy and his conductor rea<'bed his apartment, which was cut off from the main store by a glass partition, a little man, very thin, and with an immense amount of jewelry about his person, stepped out of tbe adjoining room, ranged himself alongside of Mr. Inwood and put a pair of eyeglasses astride of bis nose. "That's Mr. Tretbar, I suppose, t!Je hearl of the establisbmeut,'' Guy rettected, tli e hopes that bad serverl in a measure to brigbteu bis trip down town dEerting him as he noted the sinister looks of the two men in whose hauds his late r es t ed. "Ab, good aftel'lloon, Mr. Fox, exclaimed the little man, coming forward to shake hiyids very effusively. "I' m very glad to see you, Pr-I mean sorry that it should be brought about by suc h an inauspicious occasion. Take a s eat, take a seat. So this is the young 1nan. Uni,,, Mr. Tretbar drev out the last exclamation to a lengthy guttul'al murmur, as if Guy bad posse ssed the features and g eueral appeara11ce of a hardened criminal. He did not request him to take a seat, hut as soon as !Je had entered walked over to the doo r anrl, c losed it, then stood with bis back agai11st it as though to nip in the bud any atternpt at escape. "Yes, tbis is the youug man,'' responde d Mr. Fox, sinking into tbe seat and wiping out the inside baud of bis bat with his bandkerchief; anrl I regret to report tbat be utterly refuse s to acknowledge the crime and restore the stole11 property." Guy could not stand by silent and listeu to this. He took on3 step forward, aud with his well-sbaer l b ead thrown back so that he looked his accusers full in the face, be said: "Gentleme n if I had taken that mone y I dare say I should have been only too willing to have accepted the offer Mr. Fox made m e But I cannot perjure myself by confessing to a crime of which I am not guilty. Besides, I could uot afford to expeud thirteen dollars for such a purpose, even could I stoop to do such a thing. Ou the other band, if I barl taken the money, wou lrl I have been SC' sboit-s igh ted as to have stayed where hauds could easily b e lairl upon me?" "You did not return to the restaurant,'' Mr. Fox h ere interposerl; "and when I saw you at the house you had your overcoat on, so I imagine I got there just in time." "I explained to y o u Mr. F ox,'' Guy retorted, bis face Hushiug at the unjn t imputation, "why it was I rlid not at ou<'e report to you, and the r eason J happened to ba ve my o ,er<'oat o n was hoping to get back to the restaurrmt v ery soon, I bad not taken it off.


AR.MY AND NAYY 1089 All this ti111e :Mr. Inwood bact uot spoken n word. Now, wben tliere was a pn11se for an instant, lie wheeled around in his cbair so as to face Guy. "You ha,e harl yo11r say, sir," be began, "now permit me to have mine. Ynu l1ave pro,ect, t o your O\\'n satisfaction, that you w we cau compro mise matters while tbe young man remains in this frHrne of mind,'' began Mr. Ji1wood. Then tt:rning to Guy, he added: ''Will you step into the next roo111 for a n1on1ei1t?'' He imlicated tbe rloor on the right, learling into Mr. Tretbar's privattl office, nnd at the same ti Ille steperl to the door of Ids owu apartment a11d called out" Hat tie!'' The gil'I ca111e forwarrl and i\Ir. Inwood then directed her to wnit in i\lr. Tretbar's room. Gny 's ears tinglerl. He uuderstooil 011ly too well tbat she had bee u sun11noned to watch him. He wnlkecl OYer to the window, aud leani11g his burning forehead against the pane, looked dowu iuto the bustling street below. How different it nll appeared to him now I Ever} thing seemed coYertirl, men, horses, tl'llcks, \l'ith a of haze. It i" always so. When we arn in deep trouble the or

1090 ARMY AND NA VY But would it be wise in him to let this opportuuity of securing a position slip by? Ho could try it at auy rnte, and if he didn't like it, could leave at the end of tbe week. 'l'hen, wben htl tried for auotlier place, he could say that he had discharged himself. Thus Guy reasoned rnpidly, and then replied: "I'll try it. I'm not used to early hours, but if you'll let 111e begin right now, I'll do my best." "Very goat. Come back mit me to the desk and gif me your uame aud where you live, and somepody's what can speak for your being honest and all that." Guy complied, meutioned Dr. Peudleton for a refer ence, and tuen took off hi coat, ready to get to work. The other man came back and was introdnced as Mr. Feder. Tbe partners then retired to tbe little boxed-in compartmeut where the books were kept, while Gny was sent forward to make himself familiar with the contents of the various shelves. ''They seem to put a good deal of faith in me,'' be mused. "I rather think though that Mr. Trau b111anu, from the wa.r he looked at me, imagined he has made a very good bargain. I suppose tbe boy be h>ld in mind w11s a s111aller chap of fourteen or fifteen. Wonder how I'm going to get my breakfast by half past six, though? It would hardly 1rny rne to get it at some restaurant downtown. Perhaps I can make some arrange111eut with Miss Stauwix, though." He resolutely tried to banish from his mind all of the Firtlside Favorite, aud to tuis end beetirrecl liimself to learn as much as possible about his new duties. He took down box after box, examined the shoes i11sirle, as well as the statements of size and prices on the lid, and then made a meutal 11ote of the locality in the store in which certain styles were kept. He hacl been thus occ11pied for about twenty minutes, the quiet of the place beiug broken only by the thun dering past now allf\ then of a train on the Elevated Roar!, and the subdued murmur of the voices of tbe partners, as they went over tbe books togetuer, wben a lady entered. She was short and dumpy, had light hair, considerably frizzed up o

ARMY AND NAVY 1091 "But youl' position at the music S<'hool exl'!aimed Guy. "What if I can secure something better?" returned Mrs. Han11nersley. "Oh, it cloes seeni as if SOJnetimes our misfortunes were bJes;ings in disguise I'' Guy looked at his motlier in utter astonishment. What ctic.l shA 111ea11? Surely she must be wanderiug iu her miud, he thouglit. "Yes," sl1e went ou, "if it l1ad11't been for my being ruu over, Colonel Starr' '-Guy started at the mentiou of tbis na111e-" woulctn't have co1ne here l\liss Stanwix ueen ahle to tell me what she rtid." "Mother, what do you mean?" exclaimed Guy, startled at be knew not exactly wlmt, anc.l all bis prejurtices against Colonel Starr reasserting the111selves in force. "What did llliss Stanwix tell you?" "So1netbiug that tbe colonel told her on the way dowustaiis this afternoon. You know they are <1ld friends and neighbors, and in mentiouing to her tlwt be bad beard me sing that morning iii chur<'h, he addecl that he was surpriserl 1 did uot seek a larger public. and iutiuiated, so Miss Stanwix tells me, tlrnt as soon as I recovered from tbA shock of the accident he would fornrnlly propose 1rn engagement to rne for a series of concerts." "Oh, lllother," cried Guy, "sul'ely you woul

1092 ,ARMY AND NAVY 111arlam, for iuterrupting, but you entirely misco11ceive tl1e 11ature of the enterprise which I a1u ahn11t to iu a11gnl'ate. Miss Farleigh is 11 great can!, oue certaiu to rlraw in1meuse houses. The English papers are teeming with fa"urable of her won : le1ful abilities, anrl everything English takes nowadays, yon Imo'Be side,;, a wn111an violi11ist is still sometldng of a uovelty, su "e have 111ore th11n one string to onr how in resped to tins one artist alone,'' aud Colonel Starr laugued at the in1plied p1111. "'l'he11-how 111uch-that is, do you think I conld he sure of P1akm!! at least fifty dollars a week if I should decide to accept?" said Mrs. Ha1nmersley. "Fifty a week!" clied the colo11el, with a rising in tlectini1, as ir to say that such a sum was 11ot wo1th n1e11tio11ing. '' \\ hy, just Jnok at it for one 111ome11t in tliis light. We ope11 with a co11cert, say iu Chickeriug Hall, nt a dollar a sent. Huppos,., merely suppose, that there are !mt three hu11dred people prese11t-a11 ausml ly low esti111ate of conrse l \\ish to cm1vince you fairly. Well, that meaus three hnudrerl dollars gross receipts. I i::et two hu11drnd a11d twenty-five, Miss Fnrleigh thirty-seven aud a half, yourself the same. Aud this fo,. one 11ight only, reme1111Jer, a11d nt a low basis, ri'ley, there is 110 fear of your ever being duped uy the desig11ing k11nves of whom our <'ity has too large a supply. Tl1is 110.v of yours will be a11 all-sufficient protectio11. And 11ow to explain, n1y clear .Mr. Guy, why I offer i\liss FHl'leigh the same terms as I do yo_ur mothcir, l bave siu1ply to say thnt Miss Farleigh 1s extren1ely ynu11g, eighteen, and of course ca11not expect to e0111mand the prices of older and mol'e experieu<"ed 1 erforn1ers. In fact, she has nev r y e t nppeare1rle a gl'eat sensntio11 in Eugla11d." For 011e instant Guy detectPd a peculial' glitter in Colonel'r's eye, but Liis \ Oice was as $Oft as ever as he answel'e l: "Ber appe11rnnces on the other side \\'ere entirely amateul'. was 011ly hy in,itation. A111l now, Mrs. Ha111111ersley what do you say? As I told you, l rm111ot holcl the o!Ter npe n hPyonrl to-morrow, and l si onld very 111ucb, like to I.Jave your answer to-night." At this moment Eliza appPared at the cloor and handeley. l\lrs. Hamn1ersley started when she saw the hand writing. "Will you parrlon me if I read this Rt once1" she said, t11rni11g to Colouel Starr. "I tltink it 1uay be important." 'Certainly, madam," rPsponded the colonel, with a tlonrish of the haIHI tuat wore tl1e nicst rings. Ann tearing open the eu ,elope, tbe lady found herself rn11fro11ted with these li11es: "Mrs. Florence King "Dear Mada111 -As you remember, accor

\Uopyri;.;hted, Arnerican Publishers' Corporntion.) ("'l'OM FEN\YICK'S was commeuced iu No. 19. CHAPTER XII. OVER THE HILLS AN'D FAR AWAY. Anl now dildns skelp, or meble botb-ef s ech a thing "as pos er hie. \\'ell, even this was better than no news at all. It is true the cl1an .. es of finding Bruton's party were nbout one i11 a b11ndre1l But as Toni said, they would w0rk that one for all it "as worth. Neither of the two were foolish enough to think for a moment that by the111sel ves they could follow np and rescue Dolly fron1 her cnptors by ,;0111e of those marvelous bits of strategy recorde1l in fiction. Only by in concert with exerirnced border men did they hope to do theil' part toward restoring girl to her father. Tbongh the clry season bad fairly set in, occasio11nl thuncler tempests occuneci as the higher lands were after crossing over into Arizona, whern the hnriio11 li11e was broken by pnrpling mountain rnnges rising higher and higher in inegular terraces till their s ummits blendecl with the haze of dist.anre. Pas in!( the uigbt 1111der tarpaulin strt>tched on st11kes, in a tenific downpour of rain, with heaven's artillery in full piny, is not among the most agreeable of borut>r Baclc nnmllllrs can be olltainctl from all newsdealcrs.1 experie11ces. For dr" blankets were snhstituted 11 soaked one, 111th t e unpleaant addition of suee1s of "ater and a drencl1ed saddle for ll pillow. But ou the other band they rugged loealtli a11d s11le11did roustit11tio11s; and there was. ome ('Onq1e11sHtio11 iu the elem, rarefied air, warmi11!( rays ol tl1e s11u 011 the fol1011 illg 111onli 11g. Aud l!il\ i11g a111 a frieudly Moqui on bis way to the bills 011 hunting trip. Nrither seemed much incliner! for conversation. Phil plorlrled alo11g with clo" 11c11st eyes, occasionally humming under his breath some tune which was the reverse of Ii vel). 'furn trnclgerl onward

1094 ARMY AND NA VY that bad produced tbe mirage-or at least so Torn asserted. But something of more importan<"e-in view of a healthy appetite at least-claimed their attention. Fo1 a herd of autelope, suddenly l11eaki11g from cover at the lef.t, ca111e toward them on the dead leap. Aud 1vith good reason. In hot pursuit-at least fifteen f.eet at eaeb bound-was a tawny lllouutain lion of prodigious size. "P-s-s-s-t I" At the signal the well-trained bronco otoorl stock still. Tom and Phil crept each to the side of his own, aud pitched forward tbtiir rifles, r e ting the111 ove1 tbe oaddles. But not before they bad been seen by pursuer, and pursuer!. With a snarl the mountain lion swerved to one sifle aml disappeared in a thicket of greasewoocl. The antelopes wbeeletl and stood for an instant, gazing curiously at the broncos-the leader suorting and stampiu g bi s small boofs. "We only want one-pick off tlie doe at the right, she's the fattest," whispered Tom. But Phil's ritle 111issed fire, thanks to au imperfect cartridge. Ai:cl to To111's mortification his owu aim wns too him-tbe ball raising a little cloud of white dust four or five hundred Y!!rrls beyonr!. Awa)' went the antelope with the s1)eed of the wind in tbe direction of the distant slopes where the moving objects had been seen. And started from llis biclingplace by the. report, tbe long litbe hoer that he had beard it before. Geary strung alternate dollops of fat and lean on a slim skewer, spriulding them liberally with pepper and salt. Phil started fire into a c lear, hot blaze with so111e bits of dry fatwood. "Tirne Tom was getting along," he said,after bri.,fly explaining their errand iu such a far d way section of the country. Leaving Geary to bis cookhig, Phil made his way to the edge of the timber, fro111 wbeuce b e had an nninterrupte

.ARMY AND NA VY 1095 "Rut-wbat does it mean?" cried Phil, in great bewilden11ent. ''IL rueans dot your frie11d vos carry off by Injuns, if I !mows somethings about sigus," was tbe pbleg ]1atic reply. "Maybe," continued Geary, pllilosophic ally "it was better he be carry off tllan yon or 111e." Phil took no such selfish view or tbe case. Indeed, fo1 u little time he could not believe that Geary could Le right. Tom was hardly one wllo would ta111ely s11b-111it to capture. His riflo would have spoken more than on<"e, no 111atter wbat were tile odds against him; aud i11 the clear mountain air the reports would llave quickly echoed to Phil's ears, whereas lie had heard nothing of the kind. Yet in some manner Tom had vanished as though the ya wniug earth had swallowed him up. And when a 111orn extende1ged leader, tbe party started off-beading, as nearly as '.Porn could ju

1096 ARMY AND N.A. VY about his neck from a twisted horse-hair cord-nodded several times. ''Me know Blueskin. Y EIS. Take um white pappoose. Make her squaw some 1lay !" Another chorus-this time of guttural laughter seen1ed of itself proof enough that E11glish as she is spoke11 was UJHlerstoo. No game had heen met with during the day, so that, as nn tlrn 111a1 ch, jerked l.ieef a"d parche1l corn were serverl out. Straight Arrnw, reticent 1111d itnpassive of feat11re, approached To111, who was sitting moodily ou a fallen tree tn111k. "Why young white not go?" "Go-where?" was Toni's \'ery natural query. "Anywher es. lnjun uo want him. Ouly want horse an' gun.'' "'.'lice job for me to start off 011 foot-no compass, no proviions 01 fil'ear111s. How "'ould )'Ou like it, Straight Anow?" "Iuj11n not mind. Not minrl much. anyways. S'pose bard for yo11ug white. But--'' Straight Anow puller! hiniself up and seeme agricnl turnl p11rsuits lil,e n1a11y of the reservatio11 tribeL lu wintPr they wAre content euongh to accept govern ment ratio11s; but i11 snmmer, ostensibly for b1111ting, more or less of t11em drifted out 011 the plains-the white man unrl his property hping consiile1ed as lawfnl plunder whenever circnn1stances per111itted. (TO BE CONTINUED.)


RULES AND REGULA TIO NS Gove r ning the Admiss i o n of C andi d a tes into the Milit ary [and N a v a l Academies as Cadets. (Compile d fro m O fficia l Do cume n ts,) U N ITED STATES M ILITARY ACADEMY. (Part V.) ACADEMICAL EXAAlINATION (continued). 2. To parse fully aud correctly 1111y ordi111iry sen tence. 3. To correct i11 se11tP11ces or extracts any ordiuary gra111n1atil'al EITurs; snC'h as at'e mentioued and ex pluineeri11g attention to study, w ithout ev11sion or slighting of any part of course, as '"' relaxations of auy ki11tl can he made by the Pxanliners. Military lnstructiou.-From the termination of the exa111inatio11 in Juue to tlie eurl of August the cadets Jive i n c a111p, engaged only i11 111ilit11r y rl11tieA am] exer c ises, arnl r0'C'eiviug practi<-a l militan instruction. Except iu extren1e cases, cadets are 111lowed but one leave of absence tluriu g the four years' course: as a rule tile leave is granted at t h e end of tile first two years' course of stwly. PAY OF CADETS. l'he pay of a cacjet i s $540 per year to commence w ith his ad1r. issio11 to tl1e APademy, und is s11fficient, w ith roper eco11orny, for his support. No cadet is per111itted to receive money, or any other su1lies, fron1 his pnrents, or from any pArson whomsoever, without the sanction e>f the Superilite11de11t. Cadets are required to wear the prescribei uniform. A ll articles of their uniform are of a desig1;aterl pattern, aud are sold to cadets at West Point at regulated prices. EXPENSES OF CANDIDATES PRIOR TO ADMISSION. The expenses of a ca11didate for hoard, washing, lights, etc., after be bas reported a11d prior to admission, will be about $10 I1111nediately after be ing 11dn1itted to the in titutioIJ he n111st he prodded with an outfit of uniform, the cost of which will be about $90, 1naking 11 total s11111 of $100, w bi ch must he de posited with the treasurer of tlie APal)fore the ca11rlidate is arl111itted. lt is best for a candidate to take witl1 hin1 110 111ore money than will defray his ti aYeli11g expense", and for the pareut or guarrlian to send to "The U S. Miltary AcRdemy," the requirerl

. A1ltlrc::;s all co1111111111i1:1tinns to nAn11y a11cl STHEET & SJ\ttTH, 238 \\'illi:1111 St .1f't, :N1w York l'ily. The American boy is uot _overburdened with holidays. They do uot dal'' n on bis horizon of fun in a b ewildering procession, but wuen they do appear in tbe course of bu111au eveuts be enjoys himself about as tborouguly as auy boy on earth. Every American lad celebrntes at least t e u days in the year. These are New Year's Day, Washington's Birthtlay, Labor Day, Decoration Day, tue Glorious Fourth, Electio n Day, 'l'h1rnksgiving Day, Cbrist1nas (the best of all!) bis birthday, and tbat day in early summer when he first goes in swimming. * Ten ont of three hundred and sixty-five I What a pitifully sn1all percentage. Down iu the Central and Soutb American Republics they do things differeutly -from a hoy's standpoint. Down there they don't commemorate their birthdap, bnt their regular saint's day. For instance, every boy uarne d J ohn celebrates the feast day of San Juan (St. John). All the Josephs unite in keeping the day of San J ose and every Pat rick with any selr-respect d<'es l1onor to tbe uatal day of that veneral1le saiut San Patricio. These saints' days are also general holirlays, clays on which uo true Lntin-A111er ican will soil bis h11ncl in toil. They come with con1menrlable frequency t oo. That's the uest of it. Tue North An1erica11 boy's ten pales into insignific a nce beside the Soutb American youths' thirty-niue holidays. * Still, between ourselves, the American boy derhes rnore good, rousing uproarious fun from his ten than bis contemporary s Utb of the liue doe s from th" tbirty-niue. Wbich all goi>s to show that quality not quantity counts in this old world of om s. In passing, just re111ember tbat uext Thursday will be Thanks gi ring Day, oue or tbe very best of out holidays. To tlrn general run of boys it means plenty of turkey and fixiu's, freedolll from school and an opportunity to go out and IYboop ill the brisk Nove111ber air. Still we think A111erican boys will find time between bites to be thankful for many things, the present prosperity, the fac t that they li ve iu tbe granrlest country on God's footstool, and last, but by 110 means least, the !u1owlerlge that the year has brought to them the new publication, Army and Navy. "' * The naval aud military cadet stories coutained m this numuer completes the ten selected for "Crit icism Contest." The terms of this novel contest call for letters of criticism on the best story of the ten naval and military cadet novelettes published in Numbers 19, 20, 21, 22 and 23 of Army and Navy. If you have read these stories by Lieutenant Garrison and Eusign Fitch you should be able to name that which you think was the best written and mnst interesting. Five prizes of dollars each are offe r ed and, as the money "'ill be paid liefo1e the of Deeemher the fortunate win ue1s will find tbemsel ves provi

(Bn'ef item s of interest 011 local amateur ntltlcit"rs al the 'l.'at"10us rollrges and srhools are solici ted will also be publislted tf sent lo ll!is department.) 'Descriptt'ons and scoa:s of match games It has been for severnl years past a part of the pol icy of each oue of tbe !Jig colleges to foster interscholastic athletics I'S a meaus of developiug promising material for the college football, baseball aud at!Jle11c teams or tl.Je crews. Pennsylvania is uow experienciug tbe benefit of bN efforts in bebalf of interscholastic rowing. The races between tbe schoolboys at P!Jila delphia early in the summer prove

"Gone to the Diggings." In February, 184R, gold "as diocoverecl in California by 111eu who wilre cligg111g to 111ake a liack wood; 111ilirare. People were sceptical at first as to tbe impol't auce of the discovery, lrnt .in May several gold-diggers arrived i11 Sau Frnncisl'o, liriogi11g hottles, tin e11us, a ud buckskin bags filled with tl1e preC'ious metal. One of them passed along the street holding up a bottle of dust, swi11gi11g his llat a11d sho11tiug, "Gold! gold! Gold fron1 the A111eric1111 Rher!" Then Sau Francisco believed, and was thrown into a fever of exciten1ent. Me haste11ell to sell their possessions tbat tbey ndgbt obtain J11ea11s to joul'lley to the gold-1 liggings. Row loats, worth fifty dollars, were sold for five hu1ulled to those wishing to sail up the liay into thd Sa<'rnmrnto. The prke of shovels j11111.ped f1'0111 one dollar to ten d<>llars. Stores were for pi<'k axes and boes to dig out gold, and for bottles, vials, s11uff-hoxes anI n1a,s t11hes to hold it. B v J 11110, Sau Francisco was as if it had been swept by a11 three l'ourths of the male population bad gone to the 111i11es. House J>rOJer&y drnppect 011el1alf in val11e. as did ull mercha11d1se 11ot used i11 the rni11es. Q11 the 1!001 of a sf'm'e or bons.,s was posted the notice, "GoJJe tr> the D1ggi11gs.,, Labol' rose tenfold i" p1ice: 11egro ll"aiters recPi ved ten clollars a day nnrl cooks fiftBe11 dollars. anl e,e11 such prices as these did not inlnce the eagel' gold-seekers to re111ai11 in the citr. i'he jailer of San Jose had ten l11lia11 priso11e1s nuder his ch"1ge in the lockup. He took the111 with bim to the 111i11es, whe1e they worked for hi111 u11til othPr jealous c;f tbe jailer's suceess, incited the111 to J'e\'Olt. The force of Uniterl States troops \VBS so thinned by rlesertion that Col1111el Mason, tile and go,"er1111r of Califol'11ia, au.I Lieute11a11t fJa11mau, co111-ma11cler of a 111a11-of-war, and the Rev. Waiter Colton, tbe cliaplaiu, for111ed a 111ess to cook their own meals. With Rare Courage. The whole tribe of wild dogs whii-b, in closely allierl forms, arn to be found i11 the wildest ju11glPS and woods of Asia, fro111 the Hi111ah1ya to Ceylou, and fro111 China to the Taurus, ge11erally clisplay a courage which entit!Ps the111 to a higl1 plaP.e among the n;ost daring of wild creatures. The "red dogs," to give thP111 their most charncter istic ua111e. are neither large in size 11or clo they as8e111ble in large packs. Those wllieh ha,e been fro111 time to ti111e meas11rerl and des,.rihed seelll tu avPrage three feet in length, fro Ill tbe nose to tl.10 root of the tail. The pnck soldom numbers more than 11ine or tf"n: yt thore is sufficient edcle11ce that thPy are willing and able to destroy any creRt11re that i11habits the jungle, except the arlult elephant, a111l perl1aps the rhinoceros creatures whnse great size anrl leathery hide make them nlmnst i11 vuluerable to such e11eruies as dogs. quality of courage possessed by the hunting dogs appears in a marlecl dilfere11c0 of habit from that notireahle in all other c11r11hero11s beasts. As a rule, each ferocious animal bas its nat11r11l aurl favorite prny, which 111ay va1y i11 differeut loc11lities, hut it is in eacb case the easiest 1111d 111ost profitable victilll. Tigel's, for i11sta11ce, nre cattle-slayers or 0gs, "hi<"h had fallen in the flght. Reme111bnri11g not only tbe stre11gtl1 a11d activity of the tiger, but the astonislii11g plnrk witb wl11cli, even when wouucletl, it will eo11st.a11tly chuq!e a liue of elepha11 ts and e11dea vor tn s

ARMY AND NAVY 1101 NoTJCl<:.-QuPstions on suhject.-s of general intPres t only nre dealt with i11 this departmPnt. As the Al-t1tlY AND '."\AVY \VEEKLY go ... s 10 press two weel.:s i11 achauce of dute or puhlkation, ('Hl1110l appf>Rr for 11.L least t\\" 0 Cll' Wf'CkS. (!c)ffinlllllfCatlOllS illlt'll(lP.P. le111011. jni<'e .on the salt so as to dissol"e a co11s11111 tl1e hoard, or 011 some s111ooth surface graduully. If dried by the fire or the sun, it will be tiuged with a yellow culur. P. D. C., Sanclnsky, Obio.-The Gulf Stream is the cune11t whkh issues from the Gulf of Mexico and curries the beat of the Curihi1ea11 Sea across the nortuern A tla11tic to tl1e shores of Scot laud aud Norway. This tropical riler flowi11g steadily through tl1e colt! water of the ocean rescues E11gla11d fro111 the SllOWS uf La lira1lor Silould it by 1111y cba11ce break tbrough tl1e Istbrnns of Punama Great llritaiu would be condemned to eternal glaciers., Reader, Tene Hante, Inrl.-A bound book is a suit alile l hristrnas or birt.hday present for a young n1an to gi"e to a yo1111g lady. Do 11ot give jewelry 01 au expensive prnse11t unless you are euga:zed. We go to press seve11t.ee11 clays lwfore, duy of ul1lication, a11rt as you did not se11d us fnll 11a111e n11d address we could 11ot answer your question hy n1ail. J. C. 0 .. Phillulelphia, Pa.-One bnndred anrl thirtyeight ponuds, fhe feet m11e i11ches i11 height, is at least 11i11e inC"bes 11 hove t.he average for a boy sixtPell years of age. 2. lf the printillg i11k has boco111e hard fr0111 cold, plare it 11eflr the fire if you wa11t .to make it soft. If hard from othAr causes, mix a little varnish with it. R. McL .. Jlfalrlen. Mass.-1. Write to the f'iecretary of the Na,y. 2. Th" N>1utiral Schoolship "Enterprise" wo11ld Ile thP propAr pleco for you if yo11 desire to fit yourself fnr the 111ereh>1nt servicA. Its grarluates are usually e11gaged as ofJkers on board Americall steamships. H. W., Baltimore, Mn.-" Maximum anrl mi11i111um" n1ea11 the g1eatPst anrl lPast amount: as the 111aximu111 profits on and the mi1it111111n p1ufits 011 tile n1a:xii11u111 Arni 111i11in1u111 p1fre nf corn ritni11g the year. The ter111s are also e111ployed iu mathe111atics. D. 0. M., Cl1icago, Ill.-1. Thanks for cnrdinl Jetter. 2. It will be imp1 actiC"ahle to pnhlisb a story on the suhje<'t yon me11tion. 3. E111iq"e H. Lewis, the author of the "NamelPss Rtory," \\ill contribute a serial during the corning year. "\'. C. H., Roston, i\1nss.-1. We have no knowledge of the s1bool )'Oil me11tion. Write to the State Board of Educat1011 tor the informatio11. A <'omse in a good comn1ercial school s11ould prnve henefieial. W. J. M., Col11111h11s, 0.-1. Ask son1e !oral dealer. 2. The Ar11n 1111<1 Navy bi11der is n1arle of stiff boards and cloth 111;c1 is both duralile and handso111e. They will bold t\\ enty six ropies. R. V. E., Brooklyn, N. Y.-1. The two charactPrs will he t11kP11 e11tirely through the academies. 2. Atb letiC's 11 ill he 111ent.ionecl in due time. G. A., New York City.-We are not in favor of a pnzzle deportment. The space call be devoted to better usP E. P. C., Owe11sl1nrg, Ky.-Write to the Secretary of War aud the Secretary of the Navy, Washington, D. C The first C'Otmtries to issne postage st11mps were New Souto Wales, which issued a11 officinl sta111ped e11velope in 1838; Great B1 itai11. 1 penny black and 2 pe11rP bloe euvelope ll!lfl letter sJ,eet in 1840, also later i11 the sa111e year a 1 1 1e1111y !dark a111l 2 pe1111y lilne adheHil e st11111ps; Brazil, 30, 60 a11d 90 1tis a<1heive st11n1ps in 1843; Ge11ev11 and Zurich, Rwitzerland also is>ued local ta111ps in 1843 Rt. Petersburg 11ncl Rnssia, issued local envelopes iu J8Hi. The first 111eut i>sue of st.amps i11 tl1e United State' appeared i11 1847, nlthllugh 11u111er,,us locals and carrier stamps appearer! as eal"ly as Predous to 1871 Japan lrnd no postal service aml messe11ger nncl letters har1 to lie e11tntstecl to the care of prhate 111esse11gers a11d car1 ie1s, a11d fees were chargerl for the tr1111spurtation and delh"ery of the same. In M11rl'i1, 1871, the first atte111pt was nJAde hy the gc..ver11111e11t to orga11ize 11 postal service, whic-h at first was li111iterl to the go,er11111e11t rouds and be tw.,en the cities of Tokio, Kroto and Osaki. The fil'st iss11e of J Apanese postage stamps appeared in March, 1871, a11cl consisted of four values, 48 111011s, brow11: 100 111011s, lilue: 200 111ons, red, a11d !\00 mous, green. They were All ot si1111l11r design, s11111ll, squnre, with on1a111e11tal fra111ehork R11d all i11sC'riptions in na tive chAl'acters. The sale of this iss11e was stopped in February, 1872, ano the" "ere de"1e1 erl olisolete and unfit for postal use on Nove111ber 30, 1889. The first Persian postage stamps were issued in 1870. Tbe set consisted of four values, l shald, violet; 2 shaki, gree11: 4 shnki, blue, a11rl 8 shaki, c11rnii11e. Of tbe 1 shaki, 3,000 CO!'ies .,Pre priuted; of the 2 shaki, 5,000 C"<>pies: of the 4 shnki, 8.000. allll of the S shuld, 6,000. Of this 11u111her it is said that Sl'arcely one-quarter were used for postal purposes. The third issne nppeared in 1872-3, ancl co11sisted of se,e11 values, 1 2 sen, l.irown: l sen, blue. 2 sen, red, 2 sen, yellow; 4 Sf'll, rose; l sen, green: 20 sen, 111auve: 30 se11, gmy. These sta111ps we1'0 of new rlesig11, reC"tangular. with ius01 ipt ions i11 E11glis11 at top 1rnd uottom and native characters at sides and center. In 1872, the monetary system of Japan was C'hangell so111e\\ but to corres1cl wit.h that of the U StAtes, HUd a 11ew set of stamps "'as i ss11eil of the values of 1 2 se11, hrow11; 1 sen, blue: 2 se11, 1erl; 5 se11, green. 'l'hPRe wern of s11n1e dPsign as the first issue, a111l they:._ wern in use about a year. The first postal cards issued in this country appenred in 1873, anrl sin<'e that ti111e there have hem ele1 en liffere11t varieties. 111 18711 a 2 cent i11ter1111tionl card WflS issnfl

AJJli A SHORT STORY CONTEST. :@: To encourage amateur writel's 111 the United States, Army and Navy ofl'ers a monthly prjze of five dollars in gold for the Liest fihort story Wl'ltten and subrnittArl by an amateur author. By "amateur authors" is meant t'lose who are identified w1tb the amateur press of the Omted States in a general sense, and wbo are not regular co11tl'ibntol's to professional publications. Stol'ies should not exceed one tbousarnl wor1ls iu length and can be 011 any subject. Manuscl'ipt for tbe first contest must reach this office on or before De cem!1el' 18, 1 897. Addl'ess all co111111u11ieatio11, "Short Story Contest" l\rmy and Navy, Street & SmitLI, publishers, No. 238 William street, New York City. EDITOR'S TABLE. Prominence is gi van this week to the follow ing letter from Butte H. Tipto11, publisher of "The Junior World," und cbainnan of the recruit committee of the National Amnteur Pl'ess Association. It is well to say in passing that Anny and Navy is absolutely im partial. The department of'' Amateur Journalism'' will be de,oted to the of amateur journalism thl'oughout the United States a11d to no one organization or association. Space is gladly given this week to a re view of the papers of the National Amateur Press Associu tiou. Helena, Montana, October 6, 1897. Al'm)' and avy Weekly, A 111 at eur Journalis111 Depal'tment, New York, N. Y. .Vear Sir: In a coy of your paper received today I notice the department devoted to amateur jourualism, which i s a move in the right direction. E\ery year the amat.eur press throughout th" countr y is gaining a firlller foothold, and within a few yea1 s profes sional 111agazines devoted to youllg peoples' interests will llOt be sougLit after unless containing such a department. VOL. I. JUI)iOr World. .. Tntrast: The Old and the New"Dilettante" for Octo ber; "1'he Junior World," September nu111ber; "1'he A1cadian" anrl "Ocea11 W n ves" for July, and the January issue of "Criteria" have 1eached the "Table." "Dilettante" is a 4-page rulilication, ,size 7xl0 inches. It is pul11ish ed in Chicago, Ill., by S. J. Steinberg for private cirnulation. It is marked as being entered for the editorial laul'eateship of the N. A. P.A. FrederiC'k L. Hunter bas au interesting article on an olrt time pilgrimage of the Golilen State Amatenr Press Assoc;ntion. The rest of the paper is taken up with and departments by the stat!' of editors. "efcean Waves" is a T(, a reflective .mind the history of the modern novel 1s most very neat of 1 four pages. I he general startling. Alrunknown ngo, 1t 1s 1H w the appeArallce is .,xceerlingly great rneans of-cuJt-ure m literature, and, m its. lighter vem, the love pleasing. It is published of the masses. in Sau FrAncisco and is Until the time when De Foe delighted his world by that strnnue edited by a staff of four. story of the castaway upon a desert island, and, soon after, shy. It is in its fifth volume. Fanny Burney blushed with pleasure at the praises of the anonymous Especial me11tion i s due a novel of which she only knew the authorship, culture had been cle poem entitled Destiuy, '' pendent for its growth upon poetry, the drama and the few by J obn L. Peltl'et, one of which had then been written. tbe editors. Continued reading of the won

,............ e' J.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------.. ----------------------------------------------::.:: .-:::-------------------------------! The Unwise Crane; ort Tackling the Wrong Fwg. Breaking It Gently. Little Boy-"Mam111a, the cat bas eaten that seed I gave to the cauary this rnorui11g." Ma111rua-'Cats don't eat bird seed. ). ou n1ust be mistakeu." Litt.le Boy-'' No, ma'alll. It was in the bird.'' Very Strict. Little Gil'i-"My maruma is awful strict. Is yours?'' Little Boy-" Orful "But lets you go / anywhere you waut to, apd--" "Oh, sbe aiu 't stri<-t with n1e. '1 "Tbeu who is she strict with?" "Pap." A Hopeless Search. Lit.tie Dot (gazing 011t of the wimlo\l')-"l''e stood here au' watched au' watched over ;Ji1' over again, an' I uever sa\I' a Jetter go over those telegraph "ires yet.' Little Dick-" No, an' you uever will, goosey. 1'ho s e is 'lecLric light wires.'' Bicycle Accidents. Angry Perlestrian (after a narrow escape)" Suppose, sir, you hurl run into me?" 1. 3. '' A b-h Here comes the euemy. '' The plot tbickeus. 2. 4. "Watch me "Ba! ha! Tue world is mine!" -Bicyclist-'' [ wo11M have bruiserl your shin and broken my neck.'' A Handy Tool. Mrs. Blinks-"Where i11 tile world is :\Ir. Bliuk's revolver? I forgot t9 take it from under bis pillow this n1or11i11g.'' New (hr! (a r ect>11t al'!'ival)-" What's it like, rnurn?" "It's about so long, witb a crook at oue end, and it's bright like silver." "I rlo11't know, llllllll, unle ss it's that thing little Tommy is halllmerin' tacks "id." An International Mystery. First citizen-"Stl'ange, isn't it that the inhabitants of China shoulcl maltreat the missionaries sent to tliem fro111 Chhstiau countries?" Second Citizen-' 'Simply incomprehensible. Hello, wbat's the row down street?" First Citizen-" Ob, nothing but a lot of fun loving boys pounding a Cbiuee." A Frightful Possibility. Housekeeper-" Why don't you go to work and earn money?" Dil'ty Tramp-"Tbey'r store\ What's them?" Ma111ma-' "l'hose are diving suits, made all of rubber, so the diver won't get wet." Little Boy-" I wisbt I bad one." Ma1nn1a-"Why, what for my dear?" Little Boy-' 'To wear wbeu you wash me." Not Unusual. Old Larly-"What does y'r sou study at that there college he goes to?" Farmer Gotrich (helplessly)-" Ways t' spe11rl money, I guess ..


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1\rmy Navy Weekly. I 48 LARaE MAaAZINE PAaES. Three Serial S tories b y the best W riters. Two Complet e N a v a l and Military Stories. Sketches, Special Articles, Department s = ALL FOR FIVE CENTS. LIST OF STORIES ALREADY PUBLISHED. No 1 Mar k Mallo ry a t W es t Point. Clifford Faraday's Ambit ion. A Tal e of a Naval Sham Battle. 2 Winning a Naval Appointment; o r Cli f Far a d a y's Victory Mark Mallory's H ero i sm ; or, First Steps Toward West Point. 3 .The Riva l Candidates; or, M a rk' s Fight for a Military Cadetship. C l if F araday's Endurance; or, Preparing for th e N a v a l A ca d emy. 4 Pass in g the Examinations; or, Cli f Faraday's Success. M ark Mallory's Stratagem ; or, H azing the H aze r s 5. In W est Point at Last; or Mark M allory's Triumph. Clif F arada y 's Generosity; or, Pleading an Enemy's Cause. 6. A N a v a l Ple be s Experience; o r C lif Faraday a t Ann apolis. Mark Mallory' s Chum; or, The Tri a ls of a W es t Point Cadet. 7 Fr i e nds and F oes a t W es t Point ; or, M ark M allory's Allianc e Cl i f Fa raday's Forb ea r a nce; or The Struggl e in the Santee's Ho l d. 8 Settling a Score; or C lif Far a day 's Gallant Fig ht. Mark Mallory's Honor; or, A W es t Point Mystery 9 Fun and Frolic s at W est Point; or, M ar k Mallory 's C l ever Resc ue. C l if Faraday's D efia n ce; o r Breaking a Cadet Ru l e. No. 10. A Naval Aca d e my H az ing ; or, C lifFar a day's Winning Trick Mark M allory 's B a ttl e; o r Plebe Against Y ea rling. 1 1. A W es t Point Co mbin e; o r M a rk M a llory's New Alli es. Clif Faraday's Expedient ; or, the Trial of th e Crimson Spot. 12. T h e End of th e F e ud ; or, Clif Fa r ada y 's G e nerou s R eve n ge. Mark Mallo ry 's Dan ger; or, In the Shadow of Di smissal. 13. M a rk Mallory's F ea t ; or, M ak in g Friends of Enemies. Clif Faraday's R aid; or, P l eb e Fu n and Triumphs. 14. An Enemy's Blow ; or, Clif F a rad a y in Peril. M ar k Mallo ry in Camp; o r Hazing the Yearlings. 15. A W est Point Come dy; or, M a rk M a ll or y 's P r actica l J oke. C lif Faraday's Escape; or, Foiling a Daring Plot. 1 6 A P r ac tice Ship F ro l ic; or How Cl i f F araday Outwitted th e Ene my M a rk M allory 's or, A Fourth of July at Wes t Point 17. M ark M allory on Gu ar d ; or, Devilin g a West Point S e ntry C l if F a rad a y H ero; or, A Risk for a Friend. 18. An Ocea n Mys tery ; 01, ClifFaraday'sStr a nge Advent ure. M ark M allory s P eril ; or, A Test of Friend ship. 1 9. A West Point Hop; or M a rk Mallory's D e t e rmina ti on. Clif F a raday's Troupe ; or, An Ente r t a inment a t Sea. BACK NUMBERS ALWAYS ON HANO. Address Army and Navy Weekly, 238 William St. '-.STREET & SMITH, New York City.


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