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, THE "PLEBE5' fll15T DllILL UNITED ST ATES NAVAL ACADEMY. BY JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. THERE are two opportunities for examination each year presented to the candidate for entrance into the A c ademy, one in May and the other in September. Those who enter in May are taken on the summer cruise along with the members of the first and third classes and when the cruise is finished the "plebes" are quartered on the Santee until the new academic year begins, by which time their number has been increased by those entering in September. When a candidate is informed by the superintendent that he has passed both mental and physical examinations, he is given an order on the Academy storekeeper for his uniforms and all the necessary outfit for his room in quarters and for the cruise He at once secures a cap and all of the furnishings that are already on hand and then is measured for his uniforms. While waiting for the latter he wears his civilian's clothes, with coat tightly buttoned, and i s easily recognized as he passes through the grounds, by reason of the mixture of uniform. All new fourth classmen are quartered on the Santee till October, and they are under the c ontr o l of the Officer of-the-Day until the cruise begins. While the other cadets are at recitations or at drill the "plebes" are marched to the armory or the gymnasium where they receive their first drill as naval cadets. They are drilled, not by some cadet petty officer Dr corporal as at West Point, but by the Sword-ma s t e r of the Academy or by some of his assistants. They are taught to form company, to march to take proper interval for gymnastics and setting-up exercises, and are compelled to go through with all of these exercises every day so as to acquire as quickly as possible that manly bearing and easy carriage which are characteristics of the naval cadet. They are also taught the manual of arms and the practical use of fire-arms, so that by the beginning of the new acad emic year they are competent to take their a s signed places in the cadet battalion of infantry and artill ery M o st of the new cadets having come from distant homes with determination and ambition to excel become ready pupils at these exercises, and, although some are very green and awkward at first, all gradually approach that condition which strict discipline and systematic training must produce.


ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. lssiud Wttkly. By subscription, $2.50 per ytar. Enlertd as Second-Class rMalltr al the New York Post Offire S'TREET & SMJ'TH. 238 W11/iam Strttt, New York. Copyrighted 1897. Editor, ARTHUR SEW ALL. November 27, 1897. Vol. 1. No. 24. Price, Five Cents CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: PAGB. Mallory's Strange Find (Complete story), Lieut. Frederick Garrison, U S. A 1106 Cliff Faraday's Deliverance (Complete story), Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. 1118 Dan's Bicycle Race (Sketch) 11.29 In Forbidden Nepaul (Serial), William Murray Graydon 1131 Foiling a Traitor (Short story) E A Carr 1135 _'Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Serial), Frank H Converse 1137 A Young Breadwinner (Serial) .Matthew White, Jr. 1141 'Twixt Fire and Steel (Short story) G eorge Q. Farquhar 1144 Editorial Chat, Athletic Sports, Items of Interest all the World Over Correspondence Column, Stamps Column, Amateur Journalism Our Joke Department PUIZE 1146 Department 1147 Department 1148 Department .1149 Department 1149 D epartmen t 1 150 1151 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 into FIVE PRIZES of FIVE DOLLARS EACH will be given for the five most sensible opinions as to which i s the best written, and most in teresting story of the ten to be published in Nos. 19, 20, 21, 22 and 2 3 of the ARMY AND NAVY. Letters should not exceed two hundred words in l ength. The contest will close December 1st, 1897. Address all letters t o "CRITICISM CoNTEST," ARMY AND NAvY, STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York.


, Mark Mallory's Strange Find; OR, The Secret of the Counterfeiter's Cave. By Lie"' FrecJ.erio:b:: Ga.rr:isoxi, tr. s. A.. CHAPTER I. A LETTER FROM MERRITT. "Hey there, you fellows, Pve got a letter to read to you. ', He was a tall handsome lad, with a frank, pleasant face and a wealth of curly brown hair. He wore a close-fitting gray jacket and trousers. The uniform of a West Point "plebe,,, as the new cadet is termed. He was standing in front of one of the tents in the summer camp of the corps, and speaking to half a dozen of his classmates. The six looked up with interest when they heard what he said. "Come in, Mark,,, called one of them. "Come in here and read it.,, 'This is addressed to me,,, began Mark, obeying the request and sitting down. "B'.lt it's really meant for the whole seven of us, the Seven Devils. And its interesting c:is showing what the old cadets think of the tricks we bold plebes have been playing on them.,, "Who's it from ?'1 "It1s from Wicks Merritt, the second classman I met here last year. He1s home on furlough for the summer, but some of the other cadets have written and told him about us and what we've been doing. And this is what he says about it. Listen.'' "Dear Marx :-Whenever I sit down to write to you it seems to me I can think of nothing to say, but to. marvel at the extraordinary rumpus you have kicked up at West Point. Every time I hear from there you are doing still more incredibly impossible acts, until I expect to hear next that you have made superintendent or something. However, in this letter I really bave something else to tell you about, but I shall put it off to the last and keep you in suspense. "Well, I hear that not satisfied with defying the yearlings to haze you and actually keeping them from doing it, which is something no plebe has ever dared to dream of before, you have gone on to still -further recklessness. They say that you have gotten half a dozen other plebes to back you up and that to cap the climax you actually dared to go to one of the hops. Well, I do not know what to say to that; it simply takes my breath away. I should liked to have been there to see him doing it. '!'hey say that Grace Fuller, the girl you saved from drowning, got all the girls to promise to dance with you, and that the end of the whole business was the yearlings stopped the music and the hop and left in disgust. I fairly gasp when I picture that scene. "I hesitate to give au original person like you advice. You never bee

.ARMY .AND NA VY 1107 Mark looked up from the letter for a moment, and smiled. "I wish the Jear old chump could see me now," he said. Wicks' prediction seemed nearly ful filled. Mark's face was bruised and bandaged; one shoulder was still immovable from a dislocation, and when he moved any other part of himself he did it with a cautious slowness that told of sundry aching joints. "Yes," growled one of t11e six listen ers, a lad from Texas, with a curious cowboy dialect. "Yes, doggone it! But I reckon Wicks Merritt didn't have any idea them dnr.nation ole cadets 'd pile on to lick you all together. I tell you what, it gits me riled. Jes' because yon had the nerve to defy 'em and fight the feller that ordered you off that air hop floor, doggone 'em, they all had to pitch in and beat you." -"Never mind," laughed Mark, cheerfully. "They were welcome. I knocked out my man, which was what I went out for. And besides, we managed to outwit the m in the end, leaving them deserted and scared to death on the opposite shore of the Hudson. You've beard of clouds with silver linings. I'm off dnty and can play the gentleman all day and not have to turn out and drill like you unfortunate plebes. And moreover, nobody offers to haze me any more while I'm a cripple." "It'd be jes'Jike 'em to,n growled Texas. "That's got nothing to do with the letter," responded Mark. "There is some news in here that'll interest you fellows, if Texas would only stop growliug at the cadets l ong enough to give me a chance. Too much fighting is spoiling your gentle disposition, Texas." "Ya-as," grinned the Southerner. "You jes' go on." "I will," continued Mark. "Listen." "I got a letter from Fischer y

1108 ARMY AND NA VY upon which I congratulate you, for a treasure. '' "I wonder what he'd say," put in one of the six, "if he knew she'd joined the Seven Devils to help fool the yearlings.'' "I told him," continued Mark, reading, "all about how you'd prevented hazing and were literally running the place. Then I showed him Fischer's letter to cap the climax. And Mark, the kid was crazy. He vowed he was coming up there to balk you if it was the last thing he ever did on earth.'' "Durnation !" growled Texas. "I'd like to see him:" Mark iaughed and went on "He may succeed yet," he observed. "Listen. "Benny Bartlett is now moving heaven and earth to get an appointment. "What!" "His father has a big pull with the President, and is using it with a ven geance. He pleads that his son did magnificently at the Congressman's exams, and only failed at the others because he was ill. And so Benny expects to turn up to annoy you as one of the plebes who come in when camp breaks up on the 28th of August. Having warned you of this disagree able possibility nothing now remains for me to do but wish you the best possible luck 1n your quarrel witb the first class, and so sign myself, "Sincerely yours, -Wick's Merritt." The Seven stared at each other as Mark folded up the letter. "Fellows," said he, "we've got just one month to wait, just one month. Then that contemptible fellow will be here to bother us. But in the meantime I say we foro-et about him. He's unpleasant to about. Let's not mention him again until we see him." And the Parson echoed "Yea, by Zeus The Parson was just the same old part son he was the day he first struck WesPoint. Frequent hazings had not robbed him of his quiet and classic dignity; and still more frequent battles with "the enemy" had not made him a whit less learned and studious. He was from Bos ton was Parson Stanard, and he was or it. Also he was a geologist of erudition most astoundingly deep. He had a bag of most wonderful fossils hidden away in his tent, fossils with names as long as the Parson's venerable and bony legs in their pale green socks. The Parson was member No. 3 in our Seven Devils, of which Mark was the leader. No. 4 was "Indian," the fat and gullible and much hazed Joe Smith of Indianapolis. After him came the merry and handsome Dewey, otherwise known as "B'gee!" the prize story teller of the crowd. Chauncey, surnamed "the dude," and Sleepy, "the farmer," made up the rest of that bold and valiant band which was notorious for its '' B. J ,.-ness '' (B. J. means fresh). Master Benjamin Bartlett having been laid on the shelf for the spa ce of one month (as he will be in these stories like wfae), the seven cast about them for a new subject of conversation to while away the half hour of "recreation" allotted to them between the morning's drill and dinner. "I want to know," suggested Dewey, "what sh all we do this afternoon, b'gee ?" That afternoon was Saturday ("the first Saturday we've had for a week," as Dewey sagely informed them, whereat Indian cried out "Of course! Bless my soul! How could it l;ie otherwise?") Sat urday is a half holiday for the cadets. "I don't know," said Mark. "I hardly think the yearlings '11 try any hazing to day. They're waiting to see what the first class '11 do when I get well enough to fight them." The Parson rose to his feet with dig nity. "It is my purpose," he said, with grave decision, "to nndertake an excursion into the mountainous conntry in back of us, particularly to the portion known as the habitation of the Corous American us--" "The habitation of the what?" "Oft.lie Corous Americanus. You have probably heard the mountain spoken of as 'Crow's Nest,' but I prefer the other more scientific and accurate name . Since there are in America numerous species of crows, some forty-seven in all, I be lieve." The six sighed. "It is my purpose," continued the par son, blinking solemnly as any wise old


ARMY .A.ND NA VY 1109 owl, "to admire the beauties of the scenery, and also to conduct a little cur sory geological investigation in order to--'' "Say," interrupted Texas. "Well?" inquired the Parson. '' D'yon mean you 're a-goin' to take a walk?" "Er-yes," said the Parson, "that is--'' "Let's all go," interrupted Texas. "I'd like to see some o' that there geol ogizin' o' yourn. '' "l shall be delighted to extend you an invitation," said the other, cordially. And thus it happened that the Seven Devils tGok a walk back in the mountains that Saturday afternoon. That walk was the most momentous walk that those devils or any other devils ever had occa sion to take. CHAPTER II. THE PARSON'S "GEOLOGIZING" AND WHAT IT LED TO. It was a strangely accoutred cavalcade that set out from Camp McPherson an hour or so later. The Parson as guide and tern porary chief led the way, having his beloved Dana's Geology under his arm, and bearing in one.hand an "astrology" hammer (as Texas termed it), in the other capacious bag in which he purposed to carry any interesting specimens he chanced to find. The. Parson had brought with him to West Point his professional coat with huge pockets for that purpose, but being a cadet he was not allowed to wear it. Chauncey and Indian. brought t1p the rear. Chauncey was picking his way deli cately along, fearful of spoiling a beauti ful new shine he had just had put on And Indian was in mortal terror lest some of the ghosts, bears, tramps or snakes which the yearlings had assured him filled the woods, should spring out upon his fat, perspiring little self. The government pt'operty at West Point extends for some four miles up the Hudson and back quite a ways into the wild mountains to the rear. The govern ment property is equivalent to "cadet limits," and so the woods are freely roamed by the venturesome lads on holi day afternoons. The Parson was never more thoroughly in his element than he was just then. He was a learned professor, escorti11g a group of patie11t and willing pupils. The infor mation which he gave out in solid chunks that afternoon would have filled an ency clopaedia. A dozen times every hour he would stop and hold forth upon some newly observed object. But it was when on geology that the Parson was at home. He might dabble in all sciences; in fact, he considered it the duty of a scholar to do so; but geology was his specialty, his own, his pet and paragon. And never did he wax so elo quent as when he was talking of geology. "That science which unravels the mys teries of ages, that reads in the rocks of the present the silent stories of the years that are dead." ''Behold yon towering precipice,'' he cried, "with its crevices tern by the winter's snows and rains! Gentlemen, I suppose you know that the substances whic-h we call earth and sand are but the result of the ceaseless action of water, which tore it from the mountains and ground it into the ever-moving seas. It was water that carved the mountai11s from the masses of ancient rock, and water that cut the valleys that lead to the sea below. A wonderful thing is water to the geol ogist, a strange thing." "It's a strange thing to a Texan, too," observed the incorrigible cowboy, making a soundJike a popping cork. "This cliff all covered with vegetation," continued the Parson, gazing up into the air, "has a story to tell also. See that scar running across its surface. In the glacial era, when this valley was a mass of grindin. g, sliding ice, some great stone caught in the mass p1owed that furrow which you see. And perhaps hun dreds of miles below here I might find the stone that would fit that mark. That has been done by many a patient scientist." The si"x were staring at the cliff in open mouthed interest. "In the post-tertiary periods," con tinued the lecturer, "this Hudson Valley was an inland sea. By that line of colored rock, denoting the top of the strata, r can


1110 ARMY AND NA VY tell what was the level of that body of water. The storms of that period did great havoc among the rocks. This cliff may have been torn and burrowed; some I know of that had great caves and pas sage ways worn in them.'' The six were still staring. "We find many wonderful fossils in such rock. The seas then were inhabi tated by many gigantic animals, whose skeletons we find, completely buried in stone. I have the foot of a Megatherium, the foot being about as broad as my arm is long, found in some shistose quartz of this period. If you will excuse me for but a few moments I should like to ex amine the fragments at the bottom of the cliff and see--". "I think I see a foot there!" cried Mark, excitedly. "Where?" demanded the Parson, no less so, his eyes flashing with professional zeal. "It's the foot of the cliff," responded Mark. "Do you see it?,, The Parson turned away with a grieved look and fell to chipping at the rock. The rest roared with laughter, for which the geologist saw no cau se. "Gentlemen," said he at last, "allow me to remind you of a line from Gold smith's Deserted Village: ' 'And the loud laugh that shows the empty mind.''' whereupo n Dewey muttered an excited "B 'gee. Dewey had been so aw e d by his companion s learning that 11e hadn't told a story for an hour; but here the temptation was too great. "B'gee !" he cried. "That reminds me of a story I once heard. There was a f e l low had a girl by the name of A nburn. He wanted to write her a love poem, b'gee, and he didn't know how to begin. T.hat poem-the Deserted Village-begins: '' 'Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.' ''So, b'gee, this fellow thought th3t would do first rate for a starter. He wrote to her: 'Sweet An burn, loveliest of the plain,' an b'gee, she wouldn't speak to him for a month!" Every one joined in the laugh that fol lowed except the Parson; the was still busily chipping rocks with his "astrology" hammer. "I find nothing," he remarked, hesi tatingly. "But I see a most beautiful fern up in that cleft. It is a rhododen dron of the species-I cannot see it very clearly." "I'll get it," observed Texas gaily. "I want to hear the rest of that air name. Don't forget the first part-romeoromeo what?" While he was talking Texas had laid hold of the projecting cliff and with a mighty effort swung himself up on a ledge. Then he raised himself upon his toes and stretched out to get that "rhododendron." The Parson, gazing up anxionsly, saw him lay hold of the plant to pull it off. And then, to his surprise, he heard the Texan give vent to a surprised and ex cited "Durnation !" "What's the matter?" cried the others. Texas was too much interested to an swer. They saw him seize hold of a bush that grew above him and raise him s elf up. Then he pushed aside the plants in front of him and stared curiously. "What's the matter?',d'emauded the rest again. And Texas gazed down at them ex citedly. "Duma ti on he roared. "Fellers, it's a cave!" "A cave!" cried the others incredu lous] y. By way of answer Texas turned, faced the rock again, and shouted a mighty "Hello!" And to the inexpressible consternation of the crowd an echo, loud and clear, responded : "Hello!" It was a cave. CHAPTER III. MYS1'ERIES GALORE. The excitement which resu1ted from Texas' amazing discovery may be im agined. If he had found a "Megatherium," feet and all, there could not have been more interest. Texas was dragged down by the legs, and then there was a wild scramble among the rest, the "in-


.ARMY .A.ND NA VY 1111 valid" excepted, to see who could get up there first and try the echo. The entrance, .it seemed, was a narrow hole in the rock, completely hidden by a growth of bushes and plants. And the echo! What an amazing echo it was to be sure! Not only did it answer clearly, but it repeated, and muttered again and again. It took parts of sentences and twisted them about and made the strangest possible combinations of sounds. "It must be an enormous cave!" cried Mark. "It. has probably fissures to a great distance," observed the geologist. "The freaks of water action are numer ous.,, "I wonder if there's room for a man to get in," Mark added. "Ef there ain't," suggested Texas, "durnation, we kin force Indian through to make it big ger." Indian shrank back in horror. "Ooo!" he cried. "I woul

1112 ARMY AND NA VY The others stared up at him anxiously. the light," suggested the Parson, ever They saw the Southerner's arms and head learned. "Then we may get used to the vanish, and then while they waited pre-darkness, for the retina of the visual pared for almost anything horrible, they organ has t _he power of accommodating heard an excited exclamation. A moment itself to a decrease in intensity of the later the head reappeared. illuminating--" "Doggone it!" cried Texas. "Fellers, They prepared to obey the suggestion, there's a ladder in thar !" without waiting for the conclusion of the "A ladder!" discourse. movi11g in that chasm was "Yes, sah That's what I said, a lad-indeed a fearful task. In the first place der A rope one!" there were possible wells, so the Parson Once more the head disappeared; the said, though the presence of the mysteribody. followed wriggling. Then with ous carpet made that improbable. The startling suddenness the feet and legs fi:rst thing Ma:rk had done when he flew in and an instant afterward to the reached bottom was to stoop and verify horror of the frightened crowd there was his friend's amazing statement. And he a heavy crash. found that was just as the other had said. Mark made a leap for the opening. There was carpet, and it was a soft fine "What's the matter?" he cried. carpet too. "Dul'nation (.> they heard the bold What that could mean they scarcely Texan growl, his voice sounding hollow dared to think. and muffied. "The durnation ole ladder "Somebody must live here," whispered busted." Mark. "And they can hardly be honest "Ooo!" gasped Indian. "Are you people, hiding in a place 'like this." dead?'' That did not tend to make the moving Texas did not condescend to answer about any more pleasant. They caught that. hold of each other, though there was "Some o' you fellers come in hyar little comfort in that, for each found that now!" he roared. "Durnation, I ain't ahis neighbors were trembliug more than goin' to stay aloue." he. Then step by step (and very sma11 "What's it like in there?" inquired steps) they advanced, groping in front Mark. with their hands, and feeling the ground "I can't see," answered the other's muffied voice. "Only it's a floor like, an' doggone it, it's got carpet!" "A carpet!" fairly gasped those out side. "A carpet!" in front of them with their feet. "Bless my soul!" gasped Indian. "There might be a trap door!" That grewsome and ghastly suggestion caused so much terror that it stopped all "I'm going in and -see,'' Ma1k. ''Help me up.,., exclaimed further progress for a minute at least, and The rest "boosted" him with a will. With his one free arm he managed to -vorm !Jis way through the opening and then Texas seized him and pulled him through. After that the others followed with alacrity. Even Indian finally got up the "nerve," though loudly bemoaning his fate; he didn't want to come, but it was worse out there all alone in the woods. Coming in from the brilliant sunlight the were blind as bats. They could not detect the faintest shade of difference in the darkness, and they stood huddle

ARMY AND NA. VY 1113 In the suspense that followed the Heaven only knew what else. Most men friohtened crowd made out that Mark was do not believe in ghosts or goblins until forward to explore with one hand. they get into just some situation as this. And then suddenly with a cry of real Indian was moaning in terror most ap-horror this time he forced them back palling, and the rest were in but little hastily. better state of mind. And then suddenly "It's alive!" he cried. the Parson uttered a subdued exclama-They were about ready to drop dead tiou. They turned with him and saw MARK'S TREMBLING HAND WAS POINTING DIRECTLY TOWARD THE SKEl.ETONS (page 1116.) with terror by that time, or to scatter and run for their lives. Every one of them was wishing he had never thought of entering this gruesome black place, with its awful mysteries, its possibilities of fierce beasts or still more fierce and lawless men, or ghosts and goblins, or what he meant. Facing the d .arkness as they had been, when they turned in the direction of the light that streamed in from the opening, they found that they really could begin to see. But how? The light was so dim and gray that it only made things worse. Tlie seven saw all


1114 ARMY .AND NA VY kinds of horrible shadow5 about them, neither could one of the papers they above them, beneath them, and not one hastily lit. Bnt it gave them one glimpf, e single object could they distinguish to of a most amazing scene. allay their fears. This cave was indeed a surprising Still huddled together, still silent and place. The carpet they saw covered trembling, they stood and gazed about nearly all of the floor. There were chairs them, waiting. There was not a sound scattered about, and other articles of but the beating of their own hearts until furniture. There were some curtains all of a sudden Dewey was heard to draped from the rocky walls. There were whisper. swinging lamps from the vaulted roof. "B'gee, I've got a match!" Down in the dim distance there was even Fumbling in his pockets for a moment a table-a table with shining white dishes he brought that precious object out, while upon it. And then the light began to the others crowded about him anxiously. flicker. A match! A match! They could hardly Quick as a flash Mark seized it and believe their ears. Robinson Crusoe sprang toward one of the lamps. He was never welcomed that tiny obje..:t more just in time. He whipped off the shade gratefully. and touched the wick. A moment later With fear and trembling Dewey prethey were standing in a brilliant clear pared to light it. Every one of them light that shone to the farthest depths of dreaded the moment; horrible though the the place. darkness was, it might bi a black shroud The seven bold plebes stood in the for yet more horrible things. centre beneath the lamp, perfectly amazed Mark caught him by the arm just as he by what they saw. The same idea was was in the act of doing it; but it was not flashing across the minds of all of them. for that reason. He suggested that they This splendor must belong to some one! have papers ready to keep that precious Those dishes up there were set for a fire going. It was a good idea, and proved meal! And the owner-where was he? so popular that the Parson, filled with a Suppose he should come and find them spirit of self-sacrifice, even tore out the there? Indian cast a longing glance at title page of his Dana to contribute. And the opening that led to freedom outside. then at last Dewey struck the light. Probably the wisest course for them The match was a good one fortunately. would have been precipitate flight. To It flickered and sputtered a moment, be trapped in here by desperate men seeming to hesitate about burning, while would be terrible indeed! But curiosity the lads gasperi in suspense. Then sudurged them on. This was a glorious denly it flared up brightly, and they gazed mystery-a mystery worth solving. It about them in dread. was almost a fairy tale; an enchanted CHAPTER IV. A HORRIBLE DISCOVERY. What a lot of gruesomeness a little match can remove, to be sure! This one did not solve the mysteries of that won drous cave, but it removed most of horror of the explorers. It showed for instance that the furry thing which Mark had vowed was alive was an ordinary plush-covered chair! The seven had no time to laugh at that; they were too busy staring. The feeble light could not reach to the other end of the long vista they saw, and princess alone was needed. Now whether they would have been bold enough to stay and look about them, had it not been for one occurrence, it is impossible to say. Texas, glancing curi ously about him, caught sight of a familiar object on a bench to one side, and he leaped forward and seized it. He stared at it hastily and gave a cry of joy. It was a revolver! A forty-four caliore, and it was loaded, too! No power on earth could have moved Texas then; he had a gun; he was at home after that, and he feared neither man nor devil. "Let 'em come!" he cried. "I'm a goin' to look.''


.A.RMY .A.ND N .A. VY 1115 He strode forward, Mark at his side, and the rest following, peering into every nook and cranny. One thing seemed certain. There was no one about. The cave had all sorts of passageways and corners, but hunt as they would they saw not a soul, heard not a sound. The place was like a tomb. It was just as silent and wierd and un canny, and moreover just as mouldy and dusty as the tomb is supposed to be. Mark examined the table with its queer outlay of dishes. They were all covered with dust; several had tops, and when Mark lifted them he found that they too were empty but for that. It seemed as if dust were everywhere. Mark was recalled from his interesting exploration by an excited "B'gee !" from Dewey. Dewey was staring at the wall, and as the others ran up to him he pointed without a word in front of him. There was a calendar hanging there. And plain as day, the inscription was still-"Tues day, May the eighteenth, eighteen hundred and forty-eight!" The seven were too mystified by that to say a word. They stared at each other in silence, and then went on. The next thing to attract their attention was a Jong workbench at one side. Mark wondered how that thing could ever have come in by the opening, until he saw a box of tools at one side, which suggested that it might have been built inside. There were all sorts of strange looking too1s upon the bench, and molds and dies and instruments which none of them recognized. Near by was a forge and a small pair of bellows, a rot of once molten metal, now cold and dust-covered, stood beside it; there were bars, too, of what the puzzled crowd took to be lead. It was left to the all-wise Parson to discover what this meant. The Parson picked up one of the dies he saw upon the table. He gazed at it curiously, blowing away the dust and cleaning the metal. Then, muttering to himseif excitedly, he stepped over to one side of the cave where soft clay was the floor and seizing some, pressed it int6 the mold. He held it be fore his horrified companions, a perfect image of the United States half dollar; and he spoke but two words of explanation. "Gentlemen," he said, "counter feiters!'' The amount of excitement which that caused may be readily imagined. A counterfeiter's den! And they were in it! Texas clutched his revolver the tighter and stared about him warily. As for poor Indian, he simply sat down upon the floor and collapsed. "Fellows," said Mark at last. "I say we finish examining this place and get out. I don't like it." None of them did, and they did not hesitate to say so, either. Nothing but curiosity, and the fact that they were ashamed to show their fear, kept them from running for all they were worth. As it was, their advance was timid and hesitating. They were almost at the end of the cave then. They could see the walls slopingtogether and the ceiling sloping down toward the floor. The light of the lamp was far away and dim then, and they could not see very clearly. But one thing they did make out to their surprise and alarm. The end of that cave was a heavy iron door, shut tight! There was but one idea flashed over the minds of every one in the seven at that moment. The money! Here was where the men kept it, in that firmly locked safe. "B'geel" muttered Dewey. "I say we go back." Most of them wanted to, and in a hurry. But there were two of them that didn't mean to; one was the venturesome and reckless Texas, and the other was Mark. "I'm sorry I came in," said the latter calmly. "But since I'm here I'm going to see the thing to the end. I'm going to search this cave and find out what the whole business means. Who'll help me open that door?', The Seven Devils weren't timid by a long shot. They had dared more desperate deeds than any plebes West Point had ever seen. But in this black hole of mystery suggestive of desperate criminals and no one knew what else, it was no wonder that they hesitated. There was no one but Texas cared to venture near that shadowy door. Mark himself was by no means as cool


1116 ARMY .A.ND NA VY as he seemed. He had made up his mind to explore the cave, and he meant to do it, but he chose to hurry all the same. He stepped quickly forward, peering anxiously into the shadows as he did so. And a moment later his hand was upon the door knob. He shook it vigorously, but found that it was firmly set. It reminded him of the door of a safe, for it had a solid, heavy "feel" and it closed with a spring lock, having no key. Mark noticed that as he was debating with himself whether or not to open it; and then suddenly he gaYe the knob a mighty wrench and pulled with all his might upon the door. The knob was rusty, and so were the complicated hinges. The door finally gave way, however, with a creak that was dismal and suggestive. The others shrank back instinctively as the black space it disclosed yawned in front of them. Mark's heart w as beating furiously as he glanced around to peer in. A musty, close odor caught his attention, and then as the faint light made its way in, he saw that beyond was still another compartment, seemingly hlacker, and certainly more mysterious than the first. But Mark hesitated not a moment; he bad made of his mind to enter and he did. Texas, who was at his back, taking hold of the door to hold it Those outside waited for bnt one moment, a moment of anxious suspense and dread. They had seen their leader's figure vanish, swallowed up in the blackness of the place. They were wondering, tremblingly, as to what the result would be; and then suddenly came a result so terrible and unexpected that it nearly knookeCl them down. It was a scream, a wild shriek of horror, and it came from Mark! The six outside gazed at each other, ready to faint from fright; Texas, startled, too, by the weirdness of the tone, sprang back involuntarily. And in an in-stant the heavy iron door, released from his hand, swung inward and slammed with a dismal clang that rung and echoed down the long vaulted cave. The noise was succeeded by a silence that was yet more terrible; not another sound came from Mark, to tell that he was alive or what. And for just an instant, paralyzed with fright, the horrorstricken cadets stood motionless, staring blankly at the glistening door. And Texas sprang forward to the rescue. He seized the knob furiously, and tearing at the barrier with all his strength, flung it wide open. "Come on!" he cried. "Follow me!" Texas was clutching the revolver, a desperate look upon his face; the others, horrified though they were, sprang for ward to his side ready to dare anything for the sake of Mark. But there was no need of their entering. As the light shone in the whole scene was plainly in view. And the six stared with ever increasing awe. Leaning against the wall where he had staggered back, was Mark; his face was white as a sheet; one trembling hand was raised, pointing across the compartment. And the rest followed the direction with their eyes, and then started back in no less horror, their faces even paler than his. Lying flat upon the floor, shining out in the blackness white and distinct and ghastly, their hollow eyes fixed in a death stare upon the roof, were six horrible grinning skeletons. Awe stricken, those reckless plebes stood motionless, gazing upoe the scene. They were too dumbfounded to say a word, almost to think. And then sud denly as one man moyed by a single im pulse, they faced about and stole silently out of the place. The iron door clanged once more, and then, still silent, the plebes marched in !ndian file down the long corridor to where the sunlight streamed m; helped each other out


ARMY AND NA VY 111'7 through the narrow opening; and finally, free at last, drew a long breath of inexpressible relief under the clear blue sky of heaven. It was some minutes after that even, before they said a word. Finally Mark spoke. "Fellows," he said, "there's a mystery. \iVho can solve it?" The Parson heaved a sigh and raised his voice. "There were once," he began, "six counterfeiters, who did their work in a lonely cave. That cave had two entrances, one of which we know of." "And the other," added Mark, adopting his friends peculiar method of hazarding a guess, "the other lies at the end of the passageway through the door.'' "And the door was put there," continued the Parson, "because the other entrance was exposed, I should say, be cause they feared some one might find it and find them. Subsequently, perhaps, that entrance was blocked, and then?" "And then," said Mark, "they were caught in their own trap. That door slammed on them as it did on me. And they have gone to answer for their crimes -starved.'' "No," corrected the Parson, gravely. "Suffocated. And that is all. Let us go home." Still awe -stricken an d silent, the rest arose and started to follow him. But suddenly Texas, the excitable irrelevant Texas, stopped and began to gasp. "Durnation !" he cried. "Fellers--" "What is it?" "D'ye know I never thought of it! That air cave is onr'n !" "How do you mean?" "There ain't anyone else to own lt, that's what I mean. An' ef ever we want a place to hide in--" "Or to haze yearlings in!" gasped Dewey. "Or to haye any kind of fun in!" cried Mark. Durnation, we've got it!" roared Texas, finishing the sentence for them. The seven were staring at each other, their eyes fairly dancing with delight. And suddenly Mark sprang forward. ''Fellows,'' he cried. ''Fellows, I say, three cheers for "The Seven Devil's Den!" [THE END.] Lieutenant Frederick Garrison's next West Point story will be entitled "Mark Mallory's Treasure, or, A Midnight Hunt for Gold."


Clif Faraday's Deliverance. AN ADVENTURE IN MADEIRA. CHAPTER I. A QUARREL WITH AN OLD ENEMY. 1 "Hooray! Whoop! Look out of the way!" The streets of Madeira had never seen such a sight in their history; the lazy inhabitants of the town opened their eyes in surprise and stared. The cause of all the excitement was a group of lads wearing the uniform of cadets in the Annapolis Naval Academy. They were from the practice ship Monongahela, anchored in the hay. 'fhey were on shore leave just then, and bent on having all the fun they knew how; incidentally, they were anxious to show the citizens of Madeira what a pile of noise and fun a Yankee boy can hold. Somehow they had gotten hold of one of the heavy sledges which are so characteristic of the place. Wagons in Madeira do not have wheels, but are dragged along the ground by oxen after the fashion of a sleigh when there is no snow. The oxen ate sleepy creatures enough, but in this case they had been goaded to madness by the yells and blows of the cadets, and were galloping down the street in great style. The wagon contained several casks of wine, which were dancing about like so many straws. And the owner of the cart, a heavy, good-natured negro, who was evidently being well paid for his apathy, sat 011 one of them anci said nothing while the cadets drove th vehicle flying down the street. ''Hooray Whoop I Look out of the way!" Not all of the cadets were joining in that celebration, however; considering the intense beat of that tropical sun the ones who looked on were by far the more sensible. Among these were three with whom we have to deal. They were walking along in the shade as the party clattered by. The tallest of them was a handsome youth with a frank, pleasing face and cttrly brown hair. He was a member of the plebe class, ottr old friend Clif Faraday. Next to him was a smaller 1ad, Clif's warmest friend and admirer, popularly known as "Nanny" Gote. The third was a dark lad with a countenance that distinctly told his nationality, which was Japanese. Motohiko Asaki was his name; it had been shortened to Motor, and thence to Trolley. "Trolley" was a lad with a pas sion for American slang with all its incomprehensible mysteries. "There's our ol(I friend the plebe devil er,'' remarked Cl if, pointing to one of the foremost and most noisy of the party, the one who was wielding the whip. "Cadet Corporal Sharp seems to be enjoying himself."


ARMY AND NA VY 1119 "Yes," chuckled little Nanny. "He seems to hme found some one he can beat at last.'' "Him no beat Clif," observed Trolley, gazing at his friend prondly. "Him big bully-no good-N. G., as you boys say. No smash any ice:" Trolley smiled placidly at himself, having thus rendered his opinion in choice Americans idiom. His friends smiled at him too. Cadet Corporal Sharp, to whom they were alluding thus harshly, was a yearl ing who had made it his especial business to torment the plebes, Clif Faraday among them. Having been foiled once or twice, and moreover soundly thrashed by the latter in a fair fight, he was now very and inoffensive. But Clif, who knew the yearling's vindictive and rather cowardly nature was sure that the affair was not yet at an end. The party on the wagon had vanished in a cloud of dust by this time, and the three went on down the street, gazing curiously at the shops and the people of the place. Madeira is a Portuguese col ony. The island is practically a tall mountain rising out of the sea. The queer old town is built on the shore, and its narrow streets end by running up the hillside. The plebes went on without turning until they were at the outskirts of the town. There is a natural curiosity there which no stranger fails to visit-a spout ing rock. The noise of it may be heard distinctly from the town, and the cadets had noticed it the first thing when the training ship entered the harbor. A spouting rock is a perfectly simple for mation. A careful observer may notice it in miniature along any rocky coast. A narrow cleft in the rocks, into which each wave rushe8; and then a little upward slope that turns the wave into a fountain. Clif Faraday was not destined to see that rock, however. He and his two friends came upon a sight a few moments later which drove all ideas of scenery from their minds. It was the third classmen and their load of wine again. They had come to grief. The cart had struck a snag, and going at the rate it was its contents, the casks, had been scattered helter skelter. 1 Some of the cadets looked as if they too had been sliding along the road. It was in a lonely part of the town and there was not a soul near to observe what was going on. The negro had gone away, probably to get a new cart; and as for the cadets, they were waiting and inci dentally amusing themselves as best they could. They were sitting under a shady tree. One of the casks had sprung a-leak, and concluding that it was a shame to waste the wine, the crowd had proceeded to regale themselves, ad lib. It was very good wine-Madeira-and besides there was no one to see them. The plebes they did not observe. No one must get an idea that it is the habit of Annapolis cadeb to carry on in that way. That this crowd was led by Corporal Sharp is sufficient evidence to prove that they formed the lower element of the class. This fact accounts for their behavior, their hilarious condition at the moment and what took place a minute later as well. Clif and his friends were so busy watching the by no means edifying scene that they failed to notice a person who was hurrying down the road from the opposite direction. Corporal Sharp did, however, and he sprang up suddenly. "Jove!" he exclaimed. "Look there!" His companions turned suddenly; the three plebes looked too. The figure was that of a girl, and a prettier girl no one of them had ever seen before. To meet such a stranger along this lonely road was indeed a pleasant surprise, and Cor poral Sharp stared curiously. The girl was a typical Portuguese beauty, at the


1120 ARMY AND NA VY age when Portuguese women are most beautiful. Her complexion was rich and brilliant, and her hair and eyes black as night. She had a quiet grace and an air of refinement about her, and she shrank instinctively to the other side of the road as she noticed the staring group by the casks of wine. Corporal Sharp was inflamed with drink though, for that matter he was never any thing but a ruffian. Quick as a wink be sprang up and placed himself directly in the path of the passing girl. Naturally she stopped and started back, with a cry of alarm. The cadet officer raised his hat and bowed with a leer. "Good afternoon," said he; "may I--'' "How dare you!" gasped the girl, speaking in English ; her cheeks were burning with indignation. By way of answer the cadet leaned for ward and stretching out his hand, famil iarly the girl under the chin. She screamed; Corporal Sharp laughed and stepped toward her. The next in stant he found himself seized violently by the collar and hurled head over heels into the ditch at the side of the road. He rose up fairly blazing with anger; he seized a heavy rock and whirled He flung back his arm-but then sudden ly he stopped. It was Clif Faraday who was facing him, cool and smiling. Clif had once soundly thrashed the yearling, as we have said; and somehow, though he was blind with fury, the corporal knew his master and he dared not huq the missile. Instead he glared and fell to blustering. "Confound you!" he snarled. "Why do you have to be meddling m my affairs?'' To that, of course, Clif said nothing. He eyed the fellow with a look of con tempt that was all the more cutting be cause it was silent and deserved. By this time the angry companions of the outraged cadet officer had to his aid. They ranged themselves at his back, shouting for vengeance. Nanny and Trolley were at Clif's side, and thus the two groups stood menacing each other, the terrified girl in between them. The thing looked dark for the plebes, for there were half a dozen of Corporal Sharp's gang, and they all hated Clif worse than poison. They had sticks and stones in their hands. Nanny and the Jap were like midgets beside them, but they stuck gamely by Clif, who never once ceased to smile in scorn. The whole thing was stopped just there most fortunately. Before a blow could be struck one of the contestants chanced to glance down the street, and a moment later he whispered: "Quick! Quick I An officer!" Like a flash the crowd turned and fled wildly away, as a blue uniform appeared round a turn in the road. Nanny and Trolley took to their heels also, and no one remained but Clif. Clif had done nothing to be ashamed of' and he knew it, and, therefore, be did not mean to hide. He looked the officer, a lieutenant, squarely in the eye as he passed, and saluted him. The officer gave a quick and surprised glance at the beautiful girl the plebe was with, but he said nothing, and without even seeing the wine cask went on down the road. Clif gazed about him anxiously after the lieutenant was out of sight, but not a sign of his assailants could he see. "A fortunate deliverance," he re marked, and then turned to the girl, who was gazing at him in unconcealed admir ation. Clif bowed and raised his hat. "I am very sorry that this happened," said he. "I am ashamed of my class mates. I will promise you to give that fellow a good thrashing by way of punish ment. They will not trouble you any more now."


.ARMY .A.ND N.A. TY 1121 1'he girl glanced around her anxiously, with a look of uncertain dread. "I do not know," she said. "I am afraid of thf"m. I think I shall have to go back home.'' "Where were you going?" inquired Clif, politely. "If yon will allow me to escort you there, I am sure they will not molest you. That fellow is a coward ex cept when he is very angry." The girl accepted Clif's offer frankly, and the two started down the path. As back and felt himself fluna head first b mto a slimy pool of water at the road side. When he got up again his assailants were gone, and there was not a soul near but the terrified girl. "It was the same fellow," said she. CHAPTER II. THR PLOT OF AN ENEMY. We must leave them standing there and turn our attention to two other mem-OLIFF SMILED GRIMLY AS HE CONFRONTED CADET CORPORAL SHARP (page 1120). I.le said, he did not expect to see the third class cadets again, and he was con versing merrily with the girl, rather congratulat; .ng himself on his luck. Clif was mistaken, though, about the cadets, for they had not gone. To make a long story short, they were hiding and glaring at him enviously, A few moments later, as he was passing through a thick wood on his way back to town, he heard a quick step at his bers of the plebe class, cadets who ha:ve not as yet appeared in this story. They are Judson Greene and Chris Spendly, Clif Faraday's worst enemies on earth. The hatred of these two friends for Clif had begun with their rivalry for a cadet shtp at Annapolis. It. had beer hpt up by the two by all imaginable kinds of petty annoyances and more desperate efforts to get Clif expelled. It had gone so far that Judson Greene had once at-


1122 ARMY AND NAVY tempted Cl if Faraday's life. At the present moment the two were looking for nothing quite so much as a chance to ruin their hated rival by any means in their power. That they were witnesses of the quarrel between Corporal Sharp and Cl if was sus pected by no 011e. The two had been tramping about the country and were just on the point of coming out upon the road when the first encounter took place. The y saw the officer approach, and they watched with unconcealed rage and hatred their enemy walk away with that beautiful girl. Judson and Chris had fol lowed behind. They were glad they had done so a while later, for they had the supreme satisfaction of watching the second cowardly attack. One thing else the two saw. They watched Clif as he got up and scraped the mire from his handsome uniform; gazing about him in a vain effort to see where his assailants had gone. Clif did not usually show his anger; but at that moment his face, as far as it was visible, was such a picture of indignation that the two watchers shrank back in alarm. It was still so when he turned awav with the girl, leaving them to make their way back to town, speculating as they went concerning their ri vai 's unusual behavior. "I'll bet he's going to make it hot for the corporal," chuckled Spendly. "Jove! I gue3s Faraday would like to murder him to-day." Spendly had rnade that remark quite casually, without thinking exactly of what he had been saying. There was a moment's silence after it and then sud denly Judson turned and stared at his companion with a look of inspiration upon his face. "By the lord!" he cried. Spendly stopped short in his tracks and gazed at him in amazement. "What the dickens is the matter with you?'' he demanded. "Don't you see what I rnean ?" almost shouted Judson. "No, confound you, of course I don't!" responded the other, rather sharply. "How should I?" "Well, you're a fool if you don't!" re torted Judson, with no less asperity. "Don't be a bigger fool and get mad," he added, as he noticed his comrade fitish. "You needn't be so brutally frank," retorted Spendly, angrily. "I'm not-" "Oh, rats!" cried Judson, impatient at the delay. He was too excited at his idea to waste any time quarreling. "Look here," he began hurriedly. "Spendly, Faraday hates Sharp like the very deuce, and all the class knows it.'' "What of that?" "W!rnt? Simply this. Sharp has treated us like a brute, and I hate the very ground he walks on. Now here's our chance to get even? Don't you see it, man? If anything should happen to Sharp to-day it would be blamed on Faraday!" In an instant all idea of being angry had been whirled out of Spendly's mind. He saw the plot. It was an inspiration! And he turned and seized his friend by the hand and fairly shouted for joy. "By heaven, old man!" he cried. "We've got our chance at last. Good Lord, what a chance this is!" The two lost not a moment in making up a plan. They were so excited and eager that they really forgot where they were. They had reached the town again and were hurrying along the street be fore they half realized it. They were still talking and whispering, suggesting one thing after another, when suddenly they chanced to catch sight of the very man they were talking about, Cadet Corporal Sharp. Judson seized his friend eagerly by the arm. "Look! look!" he cried. ."There he goes now! Let's follow him a11d think up something to do.'' They turned promptly and set out behind the party. Jt was Sharp a11d his gang, the same ones who had attacked Faraday. They were hunting about then for some new diversion, for the wine they had drunk had gotten them wild aud ex cited. They had not the least suspicion of the two plebes who were warily fo1lowing at a distance. It was foen about two o'clock in the afternoon. Judson Greene and Chris Spendly followed the crowd about the town for at least two hours without hitting on any plan. But their patience was


.ARMY .A.ND N.A. VY 1123 rewarded at last; they found their oppor tunity. Half way up on the mountain which, as stated before, forms the island of Madiera, stands an old monastery. This place is one of the "show places" of the town. Every one who goes to Madeira goes to that monastery, more especially because of the ride down, which is about as exciting an adventure as most people ever meet with. There is a little railroad running down the hill side, and cars upon it resembling "hand-cars." There is a man to run the c a r, and though he keeps the brakes on all the way down, even the n the speed of the descent makes o oe nervous. Corporal Sharp went up to see the monastery. The two ' indictive plebes still at his heles. The plebe s were soon to get the long looked-for chance. They heard the cadet corp o ral talking to the wan about riding down. Then the party strolled away to look around them and the two, who were skulking in the bushes, gazed at each other nervously. "Our time has come," said Judson. Spendly knew jnst what he me<.nt, but he trembled as he thought of it. "I don't-I--" he began, hesitatingly. "Go to thunder!'' snarled Judson angrily; he wns by this time fairly swept off his feet with passion, seeing at last a chance to revenge himself, not only upon the hated corporal, but upon Faraday as well. Judson

11:!4 ARMY AND NAVY awfnl one. From the man's bronzed aud tropical complexion the blood had fled and left him white as a ghost. He turned upon the merry crowd and his husky voice struck them chill. He flung his arms into the air with a despairing gesture and shouted aloud: "Jump! Jump for your lives!" Jump? The car was going with a speed that seemed to rival an express train. The wind was blowing a hurricane; trees and rocks were whirling past; the ties were flashing by and vanishing beneath them. The cadets stood white and horrified; bnt they stood that way for only an in stant. A single glance down the ever increasing slope told them that hesitation meant a horrible death. Almost as one man the crowd leaped out into space, striking the ground in all sorts of pos tures, rolling and sliding along the ground, and finally remaining limp and helpless where they stopped. As for the car, it leaped ahead with still greater swiftness and already it was halfway down the slope. One man still remained upon it! It was the native. He had delayed but an instant to make one more effort to move the brake to check the speed of the car. That effort cost him his life, for when he looked up again he dared not jump. The cadets were mere specks back on the swiftly receding tra,ck. The people in the village saw that car coming down the slope. It did not seem to be going very fast in the distance; in fact it seemed to be slowly creeping down. But as it drew nearer, its speed became evident. The people stared and gasped to see it whirl round the curves. And then there came to their ears a faint rumbling sound, swelling louder, closer, like the gallop of approaching horses or the hum of an approaching train. Louder still it roared-louder-and then snddenly with a whirl and a crash the car burst into view with its single despairing victim It plunged head on into the plat form at the end of the track, with a deafening thud and crushing of timber. And the man was hurled through the air, fifty feet at one throw, and landed fnll upon his head. A hundred people rnshed toward him; they raised him up all bloody and gasp ing. The next instant something happened so startling that it seemed a judgment from heaven. The man seemed dying; in fact, one might almost ,have thonght he was dead. But his eyes opened for one moment: his trembling hand was raised just once, and his choking voice was heard to gasp. 1t was at an approaching figure he pointed, a figure clad in the blue uniform of an Annapolis plebe. That uniform the man recognized; he had seen it come from under his car. "He did it!" panted the man. "He did it! He!" And the next instant he had sunk back into silence. The plebe was Clif Faraday CHAPTER III. A NARROW ESCAPE. The scene that resulted precludes de scription. Clif, to his intense astonish ment, fonnd himself leaped upon by the crowd and roughly seized. A moment more and he was on the scene of the accident and in the hands of the infuriated and jabbering Portugnese. Clif had not the remotest idea of what had angered the crowd, thougb from their exclamations it was evident that something had enraged them mightily. The whole situation flashed over Clif a moment later, when some of the crowd who had been examining the shattered car, suddenly gave vent to a shout. The mob rushed to the spot, dragging their prisoner with them. The car was turned over and the stick of wood made visible to all. Instantly a perfect roar of fury surged up. fiend had done that, and they had the fiend! In vain Clif struggled and protested his innocence. Few understood what he said, and fewer still cared to. Somebody dealt him a heavy blow from behind. Clif, ever courageous, struck out vigorously, and in a moment more there was a fight in progress. It stopped a moment later as if by mutual consent, for another party arrived upon the scene. And if anything was necessary to increase the crowd's


.ARMY AND NAVY 1125 rage it was what that party said. It was Cadet Corporal Sharp! He was bloody and cut; his clothing was in rags as he dashed wildly down the track to the scene. He had comprehended the situation, and with his vindictive nature he fairly leaped for joy as _he real ized his rival's peril. Moreover, he be lieved that the charge was true, that Clif had tried to kill him, with trembling firiger he shouted out his accusation. The infuriated men saw from his gestures and actions what he meant, and that completed their conYiction. It does not take much to convince a mob anyway. This mob was roaring for vengeance, and attacking their helpless prisoner savagely. All Clif's resistance had been speedily overcome, and the situation bad grown very dark indeed. It was about as perilous a moment as Clif Faraday had ever known. He was separated from a11 his friends, a supposed guilty wretch in the hands of a howling mob. It was not long before that mob took up the dreaded chorus. "Kill him! Kill him!" Lynching is supposed to be primarily an American pastime. As an actual fact, it is the first idea that enters the mind of every mob, "from China to Peru." They may not use the word lynch, but the criminal is just as dead as if they had. Two of the cadets of the plebe class had been near and seen the attack upon Faraday. They were Trolley and Nanny, his two friends, and they had not hesi tated a moment. They were only two, and boys, but they saw their leader's peril and leaped to his side. They were mere children before the furious men. Half a minute later they found themselves bruised and battered on the outskirts of the mo 1 b. Clif Faraday was inside and Heaven only knew what was happening to him. Just then swelled the cry again : "Kill him! Kill him!" Trolley gasped for breath and leaped at the crowd again. Poor little Nanny hesitated an instant, and then turned and sped away down the street, screaming for help as he ran. Fear, not for himself but for his be loved companion urged him on to still greater and greater efforts. Nanny was making for the shore; a moment later he came in sight of it, and a glad sight wel comed his eyes. There were three boat loads of cadets and sailors out on the middle of the bay. But oh, they were so far off! Nanny put his hands to liis mouth to improvise a trumpet and shouted at the very top of his lungs. "Help! Help! They'relynchingClif!" Fortunately the water of the bay was smooth and the sound carried. Nanny saw the officers in the boats turn rou11d 1n their seats and stare at his wildly imploring figure. He saw the men stop rowing. And then once more he yelle-:1, even louder than before: "Help! Help! They're lynching Clif Faraday!" There was no misunderstanding those words, or the agonized tone they were given in. The oars flashed in the sunlight; the heavy boats whirled about, and then, as the rowers bent lustily to their task, fairly leaped through the water toward the shore. But oh, they were so far away And time was so, so precious l Poor Nanny was like a maniac. He was prancing up and down the shore, tearing his hair in agony, waving his arms at the boats, shrieking with all his might. As the sailors drew nearer his distress grew still more manifest and strong arms tugged at the oars. The stroke grew faster and faster still, the blades flashed quicker, and the spray flew higher as the cutters dashed through the waves. Cl if Faraday was a favorite among the crew of the Monongahela, and a favorite with his own class, the cadets v.ho were in the boats. And nothing could have been imagined to make them work harder than Nanny's despairing cries. "Help! Help! They're lynching Ctif Faraday." At last the boats reached the land, grated upon the sand on the beach. The crews leaped out and the officers rushed toward Nanny. "Where is he?" they cried. "What's the matter?" But already the agonized lad had turned and was speeding up the street. "Come! Come!" he shonted. And almost without waiting for the orders, cadets and sailors as one man


1126 ARMY ANDNAVY leaped forward in pursuit. Up the street they swept, giving a ringing cheer as they came. A moment later the scene of the-lynching burst upon their view. It was a terrible sight. There was a roaring mob, swelling every instant, and shouting furiously. They were staqding beneath a big tree right in the midst of the town. There wa'S a rope plainly visible from the tree, and the sailors dreaded at any instant to see a dark body swung up into the air. ''Charge!'' roared the officers. Perhaps there was no international law to justify the act, but nobody thought of that. Boys and men in one compact body they plunged at the mob, striking right and left and sweeping everything before them. It was American brawn and cour aoe, fighting for American :flesh and blood. And the result was never in don bt for one moment. Almost without resistance the crew cut its way to the centre of the crowd and captured the allimportant rope. An instant later the half unconscious Faraday was in his classmates' arms and being borne rapidly back to the boats. The mob was furious at having been cheated of its prey. It rallied and leaped away in pursuit, shouting, :flinging sticks and stones. But it was too late then, for their victim was safe in the hands of his friends. The sailors repulsed all their attacks; there is nothing the average sailor likes better tlian a rough and tumble fight such as this, especially when they are not liable to be punished for it by their officers. In two or three minutes more they were safely in the boats and pulling away toward their ve ssel. Clif Faraday was safe at last! CHAPTER IV. CLIF FARADAY'S STRANGE SII,ENCE. There was, of course, the wildest excitement aboard the Monongahela when the story was made known, and when Clif, white and weak, was lifted aboard. The officers reported what they bad done in the matter to the captain, and he sent hastily for Clif as soon as the lad was able to see him. By that time other persons had arrived upon the scene. In the first place there was the American Consul; and then the Mayor of the town, and a host of other indignant officials, jabbering in Portu guese concerning outrages and insults to national honor. There was fun aboard the ship after that. The American Consul stated the case for the officials. 'They were much obliged to the American sailors for preventing the lynching; but as for running off with the criminal, that was another matter. He must be delivered to the authorities at once. He would be put safely in jail; the consul would see to his safety-the Mayor would protect him with the whole garrison of the place if necessary. As to his guilt there was no doubt. The consul gave the proofs, which truly horrified the ''old man,'' as the captain of the ship is popularly known. Clif was a great favorite of his, and he had no idea that the case was as dark and terrible as it seemed. Cadet Corporal Sharp was hastily sent for, and with much reluctance (oh, yes!) told the s.tory of Faraday's enmity for him. It is needless to say that he omitted unnecessary details. The captain was horrified. He could not but belie,e that Faraday was guilty of that terrible act. It was almost murder, for the man lay in the hospital on the verge of death. Small wonder. that the authorities were anxious to secure the villain. Faraday was summoned at once. He had to be supported into the room, for the horrible experience of the afternoon had made him ill. He to'Jk a seat at the captain's command, and faced his ac cusers in the impromptu court. "Cadet Faraday," began the officer, gravely, "I suppose you know the weight of the evidence against you?" "I do," said Clif, looking his superior frankly in the eye. "This is a verv serious matter," said the other. gentlemen are the civil anthorities or the town, and they demand that you be sent to jail at once. I cannot see but that they have right on their side, for the evidence is terribly against yon." "I can very easily -prove my mno cence," responded Clif calmly.


.ARMY .A.N,D N.A. VY 1127 The captain gazed at him in amaze-ment, and his face lit up with pleasure. "Can you!" he cried. "In what way?" "I can prove an alibi," said Clif. The commander of the Monongahela made no effort to hide his satisfaction at Clif's seemingly cool indifference. If he had been in real danger of his life surely he would not have taken the matter as he did. He mnst have something to back up his assertion, which was indeed a cause for delight. The officer was loath to be lieve the charge against this handsome aud courageous lad. "Mr. Faraday," he said, "the eviClence is strong. Bnt I need not tell yon how I hope that it is false. Pray go on." "How do you mean?" inquired Clif. "State the proofs of your innocence." "I cann(',)t do it now," responded the cadet. The captain was still more astounded at that than he was at the former asser tion. "Not now!" he cried. "Pray why?" "I cannot tell that either,'' answered Clif. "Can not tell that! Then for Heaven's sake when will you tell it?" "To-morrow morning," was the answer. The captain gazed at the plebe in consternation and amazement, which he made no effort to hide. This was indeed a most amazing state of affairs. The pri soner was so cool and indifferent under the charge, so certain of his safety. And yet he refused to clear himself. ''My dear fellow,'' pretested the cap tain. "You will have to go back to jail if y on refuse.'' "That is unfortunate," responded Clif, "very unfortunate, but it cannot be helped." Then noticing his superior's puzzled and annoyed look, he added: "I know you think this is a strange way to act, captain. And yet the matter is very sim ple if I were only in a position to explain it to yon. You will probably laugh when I do tell you the reason. But I shall not even hint at it now. Of course I am not at all anxious to spend a night in jail, but I would rather do that than break a promise. What time will the Monongahela sail, captain?'' "\Ve were going at nine in the morn ing," gasped the astounded officer. "But if you are--" "I shall be with you by that time," said Clif, with all possible politeness. Then he turned toward the foreigners. "Gentlemen," he said, "I am ready to go with you." The Arnerican Consul had translated Clif's most inexplicable statements to these 1atter. They sniffed with incredulity which they made no effort to hide. Yet they could not help admiring the nerve with which the lad carried out !us "bluff." At Cl if 's last words they arose to go The captain of the Monongahela had meant to contest their right to the cadet's person, bnt the latter's own indifference completely took the wind out of his sails, and he said nothing. A few minutes later "the m11rderer" stepped out upon the shore again, where he was immediately surrounded by a large body of troops and escorted in safety to the jail. The captain slept yery uneasily that night. He was worried about Clif Faraday a good deal more than he cared to ac knowledge even to himself. The charge against the lad was a terrible one; as to his guilt or innocence, the officer did not know what to think. He seemed so much at ease, and yet he bad acted so strangely! At any rate it was all to be settled in the morning. If he came he must clearly have proven his alibi; and if he didn't, he was to be left to his fate. The captain was up and pacing the bridge even earlier .than usual. He told nobody why he kept the glass in his hand and scanned the shore incessantly; he told nobody why he did not go dowB for breakfast. But everybody knew, uevertheless, that "the old man" was waiting for Faraday. Any doubts as to that fact were dispelled as sailing time came. The crew was in the very act of hoisting the anchor when they heard a startled exclamation from the usually dignified captain. "By George, if that isn't he for a fact!" Everybody kt:!ew what the words meant. They glanced toward the shore,


1128 ARMY AND NAVY where a boat was in the very act of putting off. And forthwith such a si1out arose that even Clif heard it in the dis tance and knew that his classmates were welcoming him. He climbed aboard, happy as a lark, a few minutes later, while a perfect storm of cheers arose, cheers that nobody tried to stop and everybody joined fo. The captain strode up to him before he had a chance to get his breath. "Come below, sir," said he. "I want to see you.'' Clif followed him meekly, looking very solemn. He had tact enough to see that the captain wanted to seem indignant. "Take a seat sir '," said he, when they reached his cabin. "And now will you please have the goodness to tell me why you acted so absurdly and kept me awake all night?" "I will," said Clif. "But you must remember beforehand that I told you my excuse would seem absurd. I met a very pretty girl in town, sir--" "Oho!" said the captaiu. "It happened," continued Clif, "that I rescued her from-er, that is, I just res cued her." "After your usual habit," put in the captain. "Yes, sir And I escorted her to where she was going. It seemed that she had a very cruel step-mother--" ''A nice affair for my cadets to be mixed up in!" commented the officer. "Yes, sir, if you please, sir," smiled Clif. "Anyway, she was running off to get married when I met her. She was to be married at seven this morning. After that she was safe; before that, being a minor, she was liable to be taken away by her parents, who were hunting for her. Therefore, I was sworn to secrecy.'' "And, therefore, .you had to act as if you'd as leave be hung as not," growled the captain. ''And puzzle me and worry me to death. A nice state of affairs in-deed! And will you kindly tdl me how you escaped from this murder charge?" "Simply," said Clif, "that I had just left the girl's house when the accident took place. She. and her relatives and every one who was in the house to that. So it was clear I could not have been up on the mountain, too. And then the murdered man didn't die after all, and they took me over to the hospital. He concluded he'd made a mistake in his identification. He'd seen somebody like me near the car. That was the end of the matter-they let me go.'' The commander read Clif a strong lecture on the folly of mixing with such personal affairs and nodded him from the cabin without further comment. The American Consul visited the ship shortly after and the captain and he held a brief consultation at which it was de cided to let the whole affair drop. "I am loath to believe that one of my cadets would be guilty of such a horrible trick," said the former, "but from all the evidence it seems undoubted that a cadet was tampering with that brake on the car. However, we can do nothing in the matter and we'll let it go at that. I am more please( than I can tell you that Faraday has proved his innocence. He is a splendid lad and has the makings of a fine officer in him." To which the consul heartily agreed. When the sun went down at the end of that day the old Monongahela was standing eastward under a full press of canvas leaving behind her in the dark smudge on the distant horizon which represented the island of Madeira all chance of fastening the guilt of the tragedy. For which Judson Greene and Chris Spendly thanked their lucky stars for many a day. (THE END.] The next number (25) of Army and Navy will contain "A Peril of the Sea," by Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N.


DAN'S BICYCLE RACE. "It wobbles awful, don't it, mister? Want me to hold it for yon till you get started on it once?" D1. Lester Hardcastle looked up with a flushed face from the hi<'ycle to wbicb be was clinging, and wiped bis perspiring bJ'ow. It ceptance of the offer; and Dan sprang forward eagerly. "My I aiu't she just a beauty, though?" exclaimed the boy, entlrnsiastically, as be inspected the gleaming spokes. "Sliould think it woulrl be awful bard to get userl t o staying there,'' he added, lookiug at the sndclle. Lester Hardcastle liked the boy's evideut appreciation of the difficulties attending bicycle riding, as well as his genuine admiration, and he answered cordially: "Well, it is pretty harrl to get nsed to it. Now, you stearly it while I get in the saddle, if you can." Dan balanced the machine as well as be coulrl, 11nd Lester found that be progressed much more satisfactorily than he had before Dan proffered his assistance. The two were on quite fnondly terms before the twilight began to grow too deep for the riding lesson to continue longer, and when the doctor trunrlled his bicycle back to tbe office, he had kindly accorded Dan permission to help him every evenh1g if he wanted to. Tbe offer was gladly 11ccepted, for next to his 11dmiratio11 for the bicycle, Dan admire1l the doctor. Dan hadn't much a111bition about most things; bnt before be had officiaterl as chitif assistant at the Fiding lessons a week, he was fired with the desire to possess a bicycle of his own. He had asked the doctor what they cost and his answer had been, "This one cost one hundred dcllars.'' One hundre d dollars I The doctor might just as well have said a thousand dollars, as fllr as any chance of Dan's getting that immense sum together was con cernerl .tfe had never had a quarter all at one time in his whole life, so you can imagine what a fortune the bicycle eemed to cost to him. But be was determined to have one, and vague ideas of becoming industrious an

1130 ARMY AND NAVY tunnel, and no one will ever know what bappenerl, it will be wrecked in such a hurry." "I won't be sorry for this day's work though, if I swiug for it, for I said I'd have my revenge on the whole lot of them." Dan listened with a beating heart, and from a few more remarks he gathored the whole story. One of the men bad been employed on the railway, and had been discbarged for some offence. Be was angry nt the man who had taken bis place, and to re venge himself he had planned to wreck a train. Dan shuddered at the thought of the t errible loss of life caused by this man's malicious batred. They bad evidently a<'coruplished their purpose, and then flel to avoid possible detecti o n. Was tbere no way to defeat their planP The tunnel w as flfteen miles away, r..ud the man had said that it lacked an hour only of train time. Even if Dan could make his escape unnoticed by the men, be could not reach tbe village in time for any one to reach the tunnel before the train. Something must be done; but what? Au id ea came into his mind, and be fairly trembled with excitement. Could he mount the bicycle and get there in timeP Be determined to try, though it was hazardous to his own safety trying to pass those desperate men. Not a sound betrayed bim, as, softly back bolts and he r olled the bicycle out. The men's faces were turned the other way, h e dis co\'ered as he peeped r ound the corner of the building. That was well. He bad the bicycle fairly on.the road at last, and still no sound h ad been made. As be vaulted into the saddle, the gravel crunched under bis feet, and the men turned and saw him. Before they cou ld spring to their feet and bar bis progress, b e had flasher! past them on the glittering wheel, a queer aparition, with a face that was ly pale under its freckles, wide-open, pale blue eyes, and long, lank legs and arms that

Authol' of "A Legacy of P e 1it," etc., etc. ("IN FORBIDDEN NEPAUL" WAS commenced in 15. CHAPTER XXIX. HIS HIGHNESS DOST KAHN. NOTHER fight for life or f!eatb, and so 1 soon after the exhaustiug st1uggle 1with the subterranean river I l t was enough to discourage the weary men, for they knew that the odds in favor of the croco diles. But they did not lose hope; hard and fiercely they toiled, driving the boat swiftly on ward, and feeliug the water creeping higher above their feet. Steadily they approached the island, and steadily the leakage rose. At last Nie;el threw down bis parldle, and commenced to toss the 1Vater out with both l.tands. "That's right-keep it up I" muttered Hawksmoor, "We'll wiu yet, olc.l fellolV !" It was a bard fight, and for a time the issue was doubtful. Iu spite of Nigel's toil the water continued to gain, very slowly but perceptibly; doggedly as Hawksmoor paddled, be could nc.t overcome the de creasiug spee d at which the hAavy boat now movef!. Nearer ancl nearer came the island, until it was only twenty feet distant. And just then the timbers of the ricket. craft bulged suddeuly apart, the water surged over the gunwales, aud Nigel and Hawksmoor were struggling on the surface of the lake. The boat was lost to them-it sank instantly-but tbey thought l ess of this misfortune than of the peril from the crocodiles and tb3 big serpents. Side by side they struck out, swimming with frantic strokes across the narrow stretch of water that separated them from the haven of refuge. Soon they touc hed hottom, and waded th., res t of the way through tbe shallows. Anf! whe;n they spla8betl breathlessly out vn the shore, and turned to look back, th&y saw tbe scaly backs and suouts of two or three crocodiles -cutting the water in the n eighborhood of the sunken boat. "We had a narrow shave of it,'' Hawksmoor said, coolly. ''Yes, I thought it was all up witb us,'' Nigel as sented, with a shudf!er. "But we're not much better off now, cast away on an island in mid-lake, and with no means of reaching the mainland I Its a t oss up Back numbers can \le ol>tai11ed from all newslealers.) whether the crocodiles or the priests finish us in the end." Hawksmoor did not reply, be was sniffing the air curiously. "I smell smoke,'' be said. "There is a fire <'lose by-I am sure of it!" "Impossible!" muttered Nigel. "Who could be on the island? And yet I can smell burning VIOod 111yself!" The island was apparently long and narrow, densely covered with r ocks and jungle, and borclereJ on both sides by a strip of pebbly beach. The castaways bad landed at tbe upper eud-that facing towarf! the monastery-and close by tbem was a square-sbapeJ boulder. Hawksmoor mounted to the top of this, took a brief look with bis bands to his eyes, and then dropped lightly down. "l was right,'' be said. "There is a fire at the extreme other end of the island. I can see the sparkle of it over tbe bushes." "So much the worse for us I" Nigel muttered, de spondently. "So much tbe better, perhaps! I see a thin ray of hope ahead, Davenant. Come, we must discover what the fire means. Be careful how and where you step. All depends on silence." They lingered a moment to squeeze tl\e water from their dripping clothes, and then started down tbe right side of the island. They crept along in tbe moonlight, their soft sanrlals making 11ot the slightest noise on the pebbles, and when they bad advanced forty or fifty yards they saw tbe gleam of tbe fire and caught tbe faint murmur of voices. A few feet more, and they stopped behind a fringe of tall reeds, over the tops of which they saw a strange sight. They 1vere close to the lower end of the island-al most on the verge of the triangular little spit of sand and gravel that lay between the water and the jungle growth. A canoe-shaped boat, fitted with paddles and a rude sail, was drawn partly out of the l ake. And on the strip of p.,1.Jhly sand, with a small wood fire burn ing before tbem to ease the chill of the night air squatted two men. The one was dressed in tunic and baggy trousers of fine whit3 cloth, with scarlet kumirerbund and turban. His haughty but cruel features, the curved sword and jewel-hilted pistol at bis waist, proclaimed him as a


1132 ARMY AND NA VY man of some distinction. His companiun was a middle a ged little Goorkba so ldier; a musket lay beside him, and .be wore the uniform of tbe nati ve a rmy of Nepaul -loug trousers, and a braided jacket over an 1rntique shirt of cbaiu mail. Both men were clean-shaven, and at present they were looking silently and moodily out on the lake. Hawksmoor gave Nigel a warning touch on the arm, and for a minute or more tiley stood sileutly behind the fringe of reeds, watching and listening, and scarce. ly da1ing to breathe. Then, of a sudden, the Goorkha turned to bis companion. "The night is young yet, your highness," he said, "Sball we uot enJOY a restful sleep?" "Mine eyes are not heavy," the other answered, petulantl.v "But for your tardiuess, Hafiz, we should have reached tbe monastery ere sunset, instead ol be ing forced to lie till morning on tbis island." "Thy servant is not to blame, most noble Dost Khan,' protested the Goorkila. "Truly it was hard to pa:l

ARMY AND NAVY 1133 "No, sahib." "Tell me how one enters the water-gate." "Sahib, you are mad to think of--" "Tell me at once!" H" wksmoor interrupted, sharply. "What were your imtructious?" ''To shout for the guards," the Hindoo replied, ltmly, "and theu give them the letter." "That sounds easy enough," said Hawksmoor, half to himself. "ls all that you have told me true? Swear it." "It is true, sahib; I swear by the bead of Mahadera !" Hawksmoor bad been watching tbe Hindoo's face intently, and he was satisfied that there was no reason to suspect deceit or treachery. '' l will keep my promise, Dost Khan,'' he said. "Yonr life is safe at mr hands, but you must remain on the island for a time. If matters turn out as I hope they will your friends will fiu1l you in a day or But it is necessary that you should be bound and gagged. "Don't lel\ve me here helpless," the captive pleaded, abjectly. "l shall star.-e to death, sahib." "I have no choice in the matter," said Ha wksmoor. "You must take your chances. It is the devil's own work that you 11re doing for Matadeeu Mir." Turning to Nigel, be added: "Unstrip, Davenant, and exchange clothes witb Dost Khan. They will fit you, but uot rue; I have no choice but to put on the Goorkba's uniform.'' "What do you mean?" Nigel demanded, in startled toue9, an inkling of the truth flnshing tardily upon him. "You surely rlon't intend to--" "Yes, that's it, old fellow,'' broke in Hawksmoor. "It's n Heaven-sent opportunity. You and I will play the parts of Vost Khan and Hafiz. We wiil prese.1t the letter auct. the riug, enter tbe monastery, ancl have an audience with Miss Brabazon." "Hawksmoor, you are the most daring and reckless man that ever lived," Nigel cried, boarely. "This seems madness to me. Do yon think that we can possibly carry it through? And what good result ean come from an interdew witb Muriel?" "Everything, if we play our cards well," was the reply. "Mata

1134 ARMY .A.ND N.A. VY panion shot a and furtive glance at him beneath the fluttering sail. "Th stake is worth tbe risk," Hawksmoor said, almost coldly. "Before the sun goes down, Matadeen Mir will ha 1e lost or won his bride, for if we fail to save the girl lie will force her to marry him." "Never!" Nigel cried, hoarsely. "Muriel has to much spirit--" "Watch sharp, D1wenant !" Hawksmoor intenupted. "Don't you s ee where we are? Your lace will betray you unless you do better with the part of Dost Kl.Jan.'' Tbe rebuke was n o t unmerited, for Nigel's feelings had broken through his mask of 1.iaugbty disdain, and keen eyes might ea,ily have been watching liim from the battlemented r ed wall of the m onaste 1 y. The Loat was now gliding, with bellying sail, between the two contracting clitl's that towered thousauds ol' feet high. No more t!Jau twenty yards ahead ynwnetl the iron gate, every bar standing out iu sunlit relie f agaiust tbe blackness of the suliterranean rfrer that lay beyond it. The place was as weird and impressive by day as by night. As yet there was no sign or sound of human life. Ha wksn1oor took down and furle d the sail, then dipped his paddle with gentle strnkes. The boat glided beneath the jutting slielf silold the door as suddeuly and mysteriously clauged slmt. Nigel ai.d Hawksmoor found themselves in a small square apartmeut, cut out of solid r ock, aud as cold and bare as a dungeon. They sat down ou a stone beucll-the sol e piece of furniture-unde r a torch that flared from a niche in the wall. Aud faintly, as though at a great distance, they beard the muffied rattle of the iron gate as it was drawn shut. "Tbnt cuts us otr from tbe oute r worlry, and at bow and stern torche s flared from upright r otls of carved brass. It had six rowers-two o n a seat-fierce-looking m e n in red tunics and trousers, witli kummerbunds and tur-bans of white. Tile disguised Englishmen haughtily descended the steps an

FOILING A TRAITOR BY E. A. CARR. DCND the way, in faith! Do you ask me that, most 110ble captain? Why, 1 could find it a11d blindfold, in the heart of a snowstorm I Scores of times in tbe bad weather have I dri ve11 111y along it, to take shelter in tile very hollow where the Evzonai (mountaineer soldiers) rest to night, till I kno:v every tul'll and twist of tbe track as a lizard knows its nook. Now the Greeks shall be the sheep and thou shalt be master butcher in the kill ing I I '!'he speaker laughed-a harsh and cruel laughter, devoid of mirth. "Hush, you fool!" muttered another voice angrily. ''What was that rustling that I beard among the straw in the stall yonder? 1 will see what it is 'l'ake care tbat you play no tricks with me, Sir Traitor I'' ''Have 110 uneasiness, captain,'' said the first voice again; 'Tis but the calf bas lost its two rlays since and is restless st1ll. Not a soul 1s rn the house but ourselves and my little herd, and him I have safely fastened in the loft where he sleeps above the sheepstall. '' "Well for !Jim I" rejoined the other grimly; "and ill for you if you plav rioulily false! But lead us und etected within short range of this nest of sleeping vipers, and you shall be well paid." "On tile honor of a Turk?" broke in his co111p11nio11, with a jeeriug chnckle. ''I will guide your troops to a spnt wbere, if they will, they may pour in a volley nmong the Evzonai as they lie-for these l ook not for the foe to creep down upon them in their rear, w bere the l'llgged heights are deemell impassable. But for me it is a venture; I am a Greek, and e1e I risk 111y nerk and b etray my countrymen I must have moneyno promises, but money in my pquch, captain!" There was some further muttered talk and the chink, chink of money; tben the do o r was opened and shut, footsteps sounded a"ross the yard and died away. Within the stahle all was silent. At last th11re was a rustling in the straw beside the sleeping motherless calf. In the darkness a boy's heflrl ernergerl fro m under t!Je litter; bis eyes were wide and staring with fright, bis teeth were bard set to stop their chattering. Very s l owly, baiting at every movement to listen for I he retum of the speakers, tbe boy gain ed bis teet anrl stol e to the door, then halter!, unable to deci

1136 ARMY AND N.A VY The building stood on the face of a high barren eminence that fronted the famed Melouna Pass. Half a league away to the west lay Akitsia, the mountain spur ou which the regi111ent of Evzonai bad taken shelter from the Turkish batteries. .Between these two points the bigh ground stretched in a receding cres cent, so that each was visible from the other. Hurrying into the sheep but, the youug herd flung wide its gate, and drove out its bleating, l.Jewildering in111ates. With tinder and steel he struck a light; a dry pine-branch served for a torch; and soon from balf-adozen points about the walls of the but, tile fierce flames were leapiug aloft, crackli11g aud spluttering merrily as they fed on the dry timber and thatch. sentinels at Akitsia saw the beacon light, and JUdgrng that none save Turks would fire a Greek building they gave a prompt alarm. In a few minutes the sleeping camp was on the alert. Sentries were doubled aud pushed further out on all sides, anr1 pi<'kets were posted for their support. Tbo attacking band, ere they reached the crest of Akitsia, saw the glare of the flames lighting up the eastern sky, and knew they were betrayed. 'Tis tbe guide has played us false!" cried their leader.I.. and rrom throat after throat the murmur went up: rhe guide I Kill the guide!" .But where wa the guide? He liact vanished like a ghost, and the !'ballenging fire of the Greek sentries made the invaders too anxious for their own safety to ca1e atwut !Jim. Indeed, they were in a perilous phgbt. Ignorant of the road back or forth, with out a guide, and far from any supports, they stood amazed until the bullets of their petticoated foes began to whistle about them. "Take to cover, men, anrl fight every inch of grouud I" cried the Turkish captaiu, boldly leaping on a rock that bis followers might bear and see him. Next mom,.nt be pitched headlong amongst them, a bullet through bis brain. And now in the growing dawn a terrible conflict was waged. The Turks, leaderless and betrayed, fought with the unshaken firmuess of their fighting race. From behiud rock and mound and tree they gallantly the unequal strife. There was no yielding, no f11.lling hack, for there was no roar! open for retreat; where they took cover, there they held their grom1d or died. But the Evzonai, the gallant kilted mountaineers, the pick and pride of the Greek army, were no less hero\c than they, and had the advantages of better co_ver and higher ground. So in a deadlock of grapplmg courage the struggle weut on-n veritable Battle of the Giants. And bow fared it with Maratho meanwhile? That wily traitor, si>eiug the light of a beacon in the sky aud rightly di vining that bis treachery was discovered aud that be would be suspected of double falsity by the Turks, had drawn abead of the troop, and under cover of the darkness slipped down the grey llillside and was safely hidden in a cavern ere he was n1issed. As for Alexis, wllen 011ce tbe sheep-hut was well alight he began to repent of his boldness. "Wben Maratho collies ho111e again he will kill me for tllisl" he thought, ruefully. At last he resolved to run away and joiu the 111eu he bad warned of da11ger. There was but one way to their camp-the track by wllich the Turks had Ileen led; but as all liring bad now ceased, Alexis concluded that the affray was ended. lid had not long p!lSSPd the overhanging rock, however, when he began to bear shouts aud groans and the ring of clashing steel. The Turkish arn111unition beiug exhausted, the desperate fellows were forcing the lighting band-tobaud with the bayonet. Soon the boy stopped aghast, for tllere in his path lay the body of the Turkbh captaiu, with a uluisb wound above the brow. It was the first dead mau Alexis had ever seen. A Ins I he saw many afterwards in the disastrous fights that euded at Domoko, aud it had a horrible fasciuation for him. Even as be gazed a clatter of steel made him glat:ce aside to see a foaming, cruzy lookiug 'l'urk rushing at him with fixed bayonet. Uuarmer1 and 1lefenceless1 the lad could only take to bis heels, and in half a dozen strides ran almost into the arms of a Greek soldier. The latti>r, bis rifle at the "present;" shouted to the pursuiug Turk to surrende1. Whether he understood or not, the fauatic paid no heed, but with bis bayonet lowered for the thrust ran straight upon the Greek. It was the heroism of 111ad11ess. There was a report, and the Turk oitcbed forward and rolled over at the feet of his foe: In a fAw moments all was ended. The few invaders who would consent to surrender were marched hack to camp; the bodies of others strewed that fatal slope, with rnany a white-kilted foe beside them to show how brnvely they bad fought and died. Alexis, seeing an excited crowd in one corner of the camp, weut up to it. In the ceutre, bis arms bound behind him, stood the vile Maratho. In cleudng the hillside of Turks tbe Evzonai barl found him cou('ealed, and seized upon him as a probable traitor. Two offi cers were even now listening coldly to bis torreuts of explanations and entreaties, whilst half a dozen privates kept tbeir furious comrades from the capti\"e. "Well, does anyone here know the fellow?" said tbe younger officer at last to the crowd; and bis glance happened to rest on young Skopelos. At tbat moment the traitor'R eyes met his herd 'a with such a hunted. terror-crazed, appealing look that Alexis hesitated with the words of accusation on bis lips. "It no one knows him, he must go!" the lieutenaut said reluctantly. Still Alexis paused in doubt. Then across the boy's mind there flashed the words of One who taught forgiveness of enemies, and he turned silently away.


1Copyrighted, Ametican Publisllers' Corporation.) ("TOM FENWICK'S FORTUNE" was commenced iu No. 19. Back uum\Jers can be o\Jtained from all newsdealers.1 CHAPTER XV. TOM'S NEW ALLY. mE:TURNING confidence for confidence, Tom without going into unnecessary detail, ex plained to Straight Arrow what had sent him into the wilds with his companion, from whom be had been but that morning separated. Something like a smile of intelligence was visible on the young Indian's face. Certain phases of human nature are akin in every age and nationality, and Straight Arrow (whose real name was Carl), had enough white blood in bis veins to enable bim to understand that something more than 11 mere friendship for John Bruton had sent this broad-shouldered young fellow such a distance in the wildeiness. "Wbite girl pretty. I se.i ber one two week' go," he said, eyeing Tom shre,.dly. "You I Where, Straight Arrow?" was the eager re sponse. "Blueskin camp side us one night at forks Bad River. He on way pass in mountains. Got camp dere. Carry girl. Thtn he sen' word to her fader s pose give Blueskin big moneys, girl como back all right.'' "But don't you think Bruton aud tbe cowboys can overtake bim, or find the camp in tbe Pass?" Straight Arrow shook bis head energetically. "No can do noting. No stores, tire out Jong 'fore get to foot hills. No good try." A wild, almost fantastic thought suddenly flashed through Tom's veins. With the help of thti young Indian could not strategy accomplish what brute force might fail to do? He glanced cautiously about him. The five other Indians were grouped around the lire smoking. "Straight Arrow," Tom whispered, coming at onC'e to the point, "how would you like to have five hundred dollars-all your own?" Now to th., intelligent, half ci1ilized Indian, money means precisely what it does to bis still better informed white brother. Only whereas the sum named would seem comparatively trifling to the latter, to the former it would be a small fortune. It would mean a Winchester, a herd of ponies, a snug log cabin ou the reservation-and not unlikely the prettiest girl of the tribe for a wife. Such possibly were the visions flitting through the halfbretid's mind at the mention of the sum, "Like good to have; but s'pose no can get, how can have?" "Help me get Dolly away from Blueskiu and I'll give you that-yes, and fifty dollars more," was the excited response. If Straight Arrow was surprised, he did not let it be seen. Accustomed from boyhood to hear of the daring deeds of his own people, as well as those of the sturdy plainsmen, the proposed undertaking did not seem such a desperate one by any means. "You mean dead earnest?" "Yes." The Indian hesitated. "I think um over. You stay-these Injun not hurt you-only steal. Bimeby soon I tell you." And nod ding gravely, Straight Arrow walked away. Stay I Well, Tom bad no other resourc6, unless indeed the Sioux drove him away or left him to his fate. But neither of 'tbesl' two last named contingencies occurred. With the exception of keeping a sharp lookout upon equipments which they bad appropriated, his captors appeardd perfectly indifferent as to bis movements. He slept under the same blanket with Straight Arrow, shared their food, and rode bis own bronco. The leader of the party, wbo rejoiced in the title of The-Dog-That-Bitos, had once referred to Tom's per sistent following: "S'pose you go to Injun camp-mebbe bad Injun kill white fellow." "Maybe white feilow kill bad Injun," returned Tom, smartly-a retort which brought a perfect chorus of "bugus" from the others. 'Anyway,'' Tom went on, encouraged by 11 side glance from Straight Arrow, "I'm going to camp with you. I don't mean to starve to death here among the mountains, and don't you forget it." As the Sioux bad no intention of taking Tom's life, owing to their wholesome fear of the white man's retributive justice, there was no other way out of it, except to let him gu. Aud so for three successive days


1138 A RMY AND NA VY the party kept their journey toward the Virgin Range, among the hidden fastnesses of whose principal pass was Blueskin's camp. All this tiinti Straight Arrow bad said nothing as to his decision. Nor did be allude to it till on the fourth day after Tom's capturn the little collection of "wickups" and tepees forming the summer camp of nearly two hundred reservation Sioux came in sight on the bauk of the Virgin River. Then be spoke: "l do what you want. Talk firnt with Wainee." "Wainee? Who's beP" "Wainee not_ be-her she,'' returned Straight Arrow, getting slightly mixed in bis grammar. And for an Jmlian be looked decidedly embarrassed, whereat Tom laughed, bavi11g an inkling of truth. 'fhe eneampme11t, as seen at a little distance, was one of picturesque interest. The tepees, with confoal tops, staiued iu brilliant yellows aud reds, stood out with fine effect against the background of willow aud cottonwood that bordered the swiftly rushing river in the rear. In the middle of the encampment was the chief's lodge-a more pretentious structure than those around it, and, as Straight Arrow informed Tom, it was here that Wainee dwelt with her fatber-the chief of this outlying branch of the Sioux tribe. Indian ponies cropped tile ricb herbage Oil the outskirts. Noisy Iudian boys were shooting at marks an

ARMY AND NA VY ll39 who might indeed have passed as a brother of Straight Arrow. said Tom, "1 don't know a word uf your lauguage-wbat am I going to do about that?" Straight Arrow laughed a little. "Waiuee make all right. She say you do-so." And thd halfbreed touched his finger tip first to his lips and tbeu to his ears, at the same time shaking his head. In his imperfect English be explained that, as in the case of au idiot or au insane person, a deaf rnute among tbe Indians was treated witb great respect as being directly afflicted by the Great Spirit. It would seem that the ne..-s uf 1Vbat was being done had been pretty generally spreag halfbreed's wife. So quite a geu e1al interest was mnnifested in the undertaking;-Wainee accompanieiudic tively. Nanita only laughed carelessly. "Ilest tranqml, little one. The hiding-place here is not easily discovered." Dolly was about making reply when Nanita touched her arm. "Strang

1140 ARMY AND NA VY The approach of the strangers made no stir wl1atever among the dozeu or 111ore rne11 idli11g about the encampment. The newcomers walked tbeir horses, which bore the marks of bard travel. slowly past the spot where the two females were sittiug. At a sign from Nanita both drew rein. Nanita, ha'l"i11g her due share of woman's inquisitiveness1 questioned tb.,111 in the Indian tougue. Only one rep!Iect. 'l'he other sat mute and motionless, with eye seemingly fixed on vacancy. Yet while Dolly was re garding them both with a sort of idle rnterest, tbe silent one flashe1i a sudden searching look on ber sad face, which was something more than one of mere curiosity. Dolly's heart hegan to beat quicker than its wont, she could not tell why; bnt sbe turned away with a little shrug. He was only an Indian, and she had seen enough of the noble red man to last her a lifetime-so she told herself. "Well, what does he say?" she asked Nanita, as, fin ishiug bis explanation, tbe young fodian, motio11i11g to bis mute companion, rode directly iuto the eucamp-ment. "He is from the party of Sioux camped a six days' ride dista11t His brother with him came into the world without speech or heariug. 'l'he two are 011 their way to auotlKJr tribe in tbe South. Their horses need rest. So they have turued aside to Blueskin 'scamp.'' But Dolly haci already lost her iuterest in the newcomers, wbo bad beeu received with Iuciiau hospitality. Their ponies were taken from them and the cbaeed backs of both horses treated with bear fat; after which tbey were hobbleci where they could have their fill of short, rich buffalo grnss. Tom Fenwick and Cnrl, as Straight Arrow had desired Tom to call him, for of course these were our two friends, were conducted to one of the three lodges, and food was placed before them by Blueskin's favorite wife. Blueskin himself was unusually complacent, and treated Tom particularly with a sort of awesome respect. Left to themselves, the two, having finished their meal, stepped outside the lodge aud seated themselves near the door. They had arranged a sort of sign manual between them, which, really meaning notbiug whatever, would give the impression to onlookers that this was their mode of communication witb each otber. Presently Carl rose aud strolled toward Blueskin 's lodge, leaving Tom sitting mutely and apparently inrlitferent to bis surroundings. But if those in the vicinity could have known bow his bear was beating, or how hard it was to restrain himself when all at once the skin curtain before the door of the next lodge not ten feet away, a drawn up, revealing to bis eager gaze Dolly Bl{ ,Al looking wistfully toward the setting suu I 'l'he effort at restraint was harder yet a moment later. For approaching the lorlges was a youug man whose dress no less than so much of bis features as was visible u11der the wide rim ot his sombrero, showed that be was no Indian. His attire, partly that of a plainsman and partly of the Mexicau ranchers, was not devoid of a certain grace quite in keeping with the surrou11di11gs. Balaucing a rifle across his arm, he came forward with a rather j11unty step. At the sight of Dolly, framed in the doorway, he baited, dropped his pony's lariat, and raised his so111 brero-disclosing the dark, banrJso111e face of Montez. "Buenos dios, se11orita." Dolly nodded rather coolly, considering the fact that Montez was young, good-lookiug and withal the only white face in the camp. "Ab, .Mees Bruton," said Mo11tez, effusively, "why is it that you are to 111e so cold-me, who risk so much to serve you; wbo plan contiuually how to efl'ect the escape?" "Because I don't like you. More-I don't believe what you say is true," was tbe uncompromising reply. E'irlently Dolly's tongue bad lost none of its piquancy. .Moutez's dark face flushed. Then be sudrlenly noticed Tom, who liugered by the door of the other lodge, 'l'he Mexican eyed him sharply. ''He is not one of us,'' Montez observed ln an undertone. "Speak not so lc>ud, senorita." "Speakiug loud or low dou't matter to him, He is a deaf mute." A'lld then Dolly curtly explained. Montez seemed satisfief-door life had uow developed an almost inordi11ate degree of strength, aud this was intensified by his rage. Montez, himself no mean autagonist, was as a child in Tom's powerful clutch. Almost before be realized what bad happened, be was whirled swiftly round and sent flying tbrongb the lodge door, assisted by a vengeful though unfortunately harmless kick from Tom's moccasined foot. [TO BE CONTINUED, ]


A YOUNG BREADWINNER: OR, GUY HAMMERSLEY'S TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS. The Story of a Brave Boy's Struggle for Fame in the Great Metropolis. Bv MATTHEW WHITE, JR. tCopyrighted, American Publishers' Corporation. ("A YOUNG BREADWINNER" was commenced in No. 22. Back numlle1s can lJe obtained of all newsdealers.) CHAPTER VIII. MRS. HAMMERSLEY CLOSES WITH THE COLONEL. mUY saw tlle warm blood rush into bis mother's cheeks, to be succeeded by a deadly pallor. Sne held the letter, so cruelly worded, out to him, and with one swift glance be bad taken in the contents. "It is all through me,'' be told himself. 'Mr. Sin<'lair bas heard of my dismissal from Fox & Burdell's." ll!leanwbile, Mrs. Hammersley is speaking to the colonel. But what is this she is saying;? "Colonel Starr, I ba ve decided to accept your ofl'er. Consider me at your disposal, that is, on one condi tion." "And what, madam, is tbat?" The colonel's eyes glistened, and bis two bands crept near to one another, as if to be all ready, in case the condition should not be too hard a one, to rub themsel \"eS against eacb other in token of felicitation. "That you give my son a position with the troupe. I cannot be separated from him." The colonel's bands spread apart, and one sought his knee, wbile the other was rubbed reflectively across his smootb-sbaven chin. "Ab-um," he murmured. "What are the accomplishments of your son? Er-bas be inbe1ited any of your taleut iu the musical line?" Agaiu that strange look came over the mother's face, but, as beforti, it vanished in an instant, and she was s1uiling as she replied to the colonel's question: "No, Guy is not musical except in the sense that be loves to listen to fine performers; he does not even play tbe banjo. His only accomplishment, so far as I am aware, is in the line of keeping accounts. Is your business staff full?" "Well," rejoined the colonel, "you know the management of a concert troupe is not such an onerous affair as that of an opera company would be; .but if your son would consent to accept a small salary, I think I could fix matters. If-for instance-he wouldn't mind taking tickets-I can offer him six dollars a week." "Very good; w" will close with that, then," inter posed Mrs. Hau,me"rsley, in the tone of oue who wished that the interview should be ended. "Excellent, madam," exclaimed the colonel, rising with cheerful alacrity. "You ha re removed a great weight from my bea1t; that weight the fear that I could not secure you. Now if you will only sign your name to this brief screed, I can go on my way rejoic ing." As be spoke, the colonel took a sheet of foolscap, pretty well filled with writing, from bis pocket, and handed it, with a fountain pen, to Mrs. Hammersley. It would be well-nigh impossible to describe Guy's feelings during all this. Utter despair would come about as near to it as anything. What would be the result of bis mother's placing ber selt within the power of this man whom, iu spite of his fair sneakine:. Guy could not but distrust? Aud it was all owing to him, Guy, for bad not Mrs. Hammersley berselt told him that bis experience that day down town bad decided her in the matter? And now this curt note of dismissal from the School of Music had left her no choice in the rnatter. And this, too, had iloubtless come about through him I To be sure be was not guilty of the theft of the thirteen dollars, but that did not affect the result. So now be felt that his tongue was tied. He bad already said as much as be dared. Instead of objecting, on account cf a mere prejudice agaiust the personality of a man, ought be not rather to feel grateful that they were able to make such advantageous arrangements? Supposing Colonel Starr had not turned up. What would have been the prospects for bis mother and himself now both were deprived of their positions? Surely be ought to look upo11 this opportunity to join the forces of the Starr Concert Company as one of the most fortuitous circumstances that had befallen them since their struggle with the world bad begun. And yet, try as be would to see things in this light, be shivered inwardly as be saw his mother take a music book from the piano, place tl1e sheet of foolscap upon it, and tb"n write her name at the bottom in her pretty, graceful hand. "There, madam I" exclaimed the colonel, who made no effort to conceal bis delight at the realization of bis hopes, "you are now fairly embarked on a career that I am certain will redound to your good, not only in a pecuniary sense but in fame as well. This, in your case, will be almost, if not quite, as good as money; for of course when your twenty weeks' season is over, you will be at liberty to renew with me, or others, on your own "And when do you want-that is, if you will be kind enough to give me some directions, Colonel Starr, as to what you wish me to do,'' rejoined Mrs. Bam mereley, by no means showing in either voice or manner the enthusiasm that was expected of her. "Oh, to be sure. First I want you to meet Miss Farleigh. She is a charming girl, I assure you. If you like, I will call for you to-morrow morning, and we will go down to her botel and see her. We can then talk over the make up of programmes, tbe date of our first performance, an

1142 .ARMY .A.ND NA VY "He is too plausible, too smooth-spoken. I 111ay be wrong; and I feel that when I have brought all this upo11 us--" "Guy, do not speak that way," cried bis mother. "It is not you, it is tbe harsb, cruel injustice of tbe worlu. I. neve1 wuntecl you to go a way from me, and just as soon as I am sure that I can do well with tbe concert company, I sball insist on your giving up your position as ticket-taker.'' "But I do not want to Ii ve upon yon," objected Guy. "I um seventeen, and surely--" His mother stopped him with a wave of the hand and a smile. "You neerl not be irlle, my dear boy. If all goes as I trust it will, I shall 110ed you to manage my affairs. All singers have their managersJ you know, and you can be mine. And, by tbe way, 1 wish you would stop in at Ditson's to-morrow morning and me some music.I waut. l will lllnke you out a list. Guy slept but little tbat night. His brain was too full of dii'e forehoding anu unavailing regret. His mother's very cheerfulness was a source of worriment to him. He nas afraid that sbe would not be sufficiently on her gnard against any tl'icks Starr (it wus in this il'reverent manner that Guy always thought of the colonel) might try to play at her expense. At last he fell asleep from sheer weariness of tbe efforts he bad been making to woo slumber. And such frightful dreams ns be had I In one he was a hangman, with the task of executing thirteen shop girls. who all, as tbey came up under the fatal noose, pointed a finger at him and muttered, "You did it, you I" In another he saw bis mother drowning before bis eyes, while a man with goldrimmed eyeglases fiddled a way on the bank of the river for dear life, and would not let him approach to save her. 1'hus it came to pass tbat in the morning be did not awRke with tbat usual feeling of buoyanived. "And-and hasn't your mother kuown him any longer, either?" added Ward. "No." "Tben you can't tell me any more about him tbau I know already," sun1111ed up the Enrlish lad, 1md be turned on Gay with o.n ortd motion of the eyes and mouth which the latter found not much difficulty in interpretiug. As if by mutual agreement the subject of Colonel Starr was now dropped and tbe boys talked of New York and the sights thereof until they reached Ditson's, where each purchased the music of 1vhich be had a list, and then hastened back to the hotel. Bnt that brief interchange of words about the colonel had served t

.ARMY .AND NA VY 1143 abled to get up a feeling of con)iderable curiosity to the other members of the Stai:r Concert Company, whom he expected to find on the train. The Hammersleys aud the Farleigbs had arranged to go down to the ferry in the same carriage, and on i>.r ri ving there found the colonel waiting for them, a bou quet of roses in band, one of which he banded to Mrs. Hammersley, the other to Ruth Farleigh. He had also provided tickets for the entire party, with pleasant quarters in the Pullman, and soon after tl.Je traiu started led the way to a well spread dinner table in the dining car. ''But, Colonel Starr," queried Ruth, as they took seats and she noticed that all the cbi.irs were filled "where are the rest?" The rPst, Miss Farleigh? The rest of what?" and the colo11el smiled affably as be bent over the shoulder of the fair young prima uonna. "Why, the rest of the company, to be sure. I thought we should find them all hflre." ''Ab, cruel one, to remind me at this auspicious mo ment of the 'shop,' of the business cares that are whitening my hairs before their time. Au, such a 'heavenly' tenor, as you ladies would say. as I had secured, and now be sends me word that he has the diphtheria and has been taken to the hospital. And my accompanist, a buffo bass of wonderful abilities, has been served with a subpoena as a witness iu an important case and cannot join us till next week some time." Guy and Ward exchanged swift, meaning glances, while Mrs. Hammersley exclaimed: "Who, then, can play my accompaniments. Have you secured a substitute?" "And who will play mineP" added Ruth. "I should be most happy to give this young man a position, if he will accept it," a11d the colonel placed his baud for an instant, with an air of paternal guar dianship, on Ward's sttoulder. "IP" The boy look ed around in unbounded astonish ment. "Why, I )lave never played for any one but Ruth in my life." "But you are a quick reader of music," interposed the colonel, suavely. "I have beard your sister say so. With just a little practice I will warrant you will do beautifully, and that re1ninds me, Master Guy, wonldn 't y

1144 .ARMY .AND N .A VY THE STARR CONCERT COMPANY, Combining an Unequalled Array of Talent beaded by the Peerless and Unrivaled English Girl Violinist, RUTH FARLEIGH. Applauded by Two Hemispheres and Excelled in None. 'fhis brightly colored (in more senses than one) poster then went on to say : Miss Farleigh will be Assisted by Mrs. FLORENCE KING, The Eminent New York Soprano, Mr. REGINALD FAIRFAX, The Famous Boy Orator, and MASTER CLAIR DUFFET, Only Fifteen, and Accomp'anist. "Who is Mr. Reginald Fairfax" Guy wanted to know. "Why, that's you, of course," returned Ward, "and 'Master Clair Dufl'et, only fifteen,' is your bumble servant. Not content with turning me into a Frenchman, our friend the colonel must needs dock m" of a year on my age. I suppose he'll be wanting me to appear in knickerbockers to sustain the illusion.'' Poor Ward spoke bettPr than he knew. They bad barely rnacbed the hotel, where the two boys .,-ere assigned a room together, when the colonel presented himself iu the doorway, smiling contentedly, and rub bing his hands together in a manner which, as Ward whispered to Guy, "meant business." "Here we are, young gentlemen," be began, "all ready to commenC'e our work. As soon as the ladies are a little rested we shall walk around to the opera house for a rehearsal and meantime-ah, by tbe way, Hammersley, you brought your dress suit with you, did you?" "Yes, I have it in the trunk here, and expect to wea1 it to-night," 1eplied Guy. "And you,'' we11t ou tbe manager, turning to Ward, "have you yours with yon, too?'' "I haven't any," saicl the boy, bluntly. "Ab, that is too bad," mur111ured the colonel, and for an instant he seemed to be buried in profound, melancholy reflection. Then he suddenly raised bis bead brought two fingers of his right hand with an im prtissive whack against the palm of bis left. "The very thing!" he exclaimefl. "You English chaps are al ways playing fvotball and othe1 sports, aud l' II warra11t you have a pair of knickerbockers in your trunk. They're coming into styl

ARMY AND NAVY 1145 of Yusi-tao, from which there rose a thin column of black smoke, that bulged and spread itself at the top like the branches of a gigantic tree. "lt's quiet enough now," murmured be, as if to iustify bis contemplated escap11de. "There can't be any danger in making tbe ascent. And in the last letter I received from cousin Ted, be said what a bigb old lark it m nst be to have a rnal Ii ve volcano in one's backyard. Of co11rse, it isn't quite tbat-but-butno: I can't face him and tell him I've never been within three miles of it. What an arrant duffer he'll think me!" Ralph little guessed that, when he set sail for school, he would be able to carry with him the memory of an adventure compared with which the ascent of a fivethousaud foot peak would seem an everyday occurreuce. '!'he preparations for the projected expedition were soon completed. Haviug provided himself with a stock or saudwiches and a w11ter bottle-as well as with bis father's stoutest stick, to be used as an alpenstockRalpb was preseutly galloping through the lanes on the back of a rough pouy. This was 'l'affy-sbipped specially to 'l'okio h,y Ralph's uncle. Soou the town of ryasaki was left far behind. Between rice and millet-fields rode Ralph, past the old Shinto temple, with its grotesque carvings and brilliant lacquer, until be came to a grove of tall cryptomeria trees, where the ground began to rise more abrnptly aud assume a bleaker aspect. Fearing lest Taffy's knees should come to harm among the loose stones and j11gged rocks if he urged the animal further, Ralph tethered his mount to a wayside bush and set out OIJ foot to traverse tbe steflp acclil ities be fore him. During the first hour or so he made steady prog1ess; and then the real difficulties of his task began to obtrude themselves. The surface of the mountain was hereabouts strewn thicl

Address all comm1111kntions to "Army and Navy," STREET & SMITH, 238 \\"llliam Street, New York V!ty. Four days from tlhe date of this number of Army and Navy will see tbe close of the "Criticism" contest. Those readers wbo ba ve not sent in their criticisms as called for in the announcement on tbe title page should mall their letters at 011ce. 'l'be terms of this novel contest have been desrribed at length in this column. They a1e simple enough, and any boy or gfrl readers of this publication can compete without trouble. A letter received frnm a young friend living in Milwaukee, Wis., say, plaintively: "Dear Mr. Editor: I bave 'read all the numbers mentioned in your "Criticism" contest published to date and I like them all Pqnally well. Wbat am I going to do about it. I know you want me to name only one, but I can not really tell which is the best, they are all so good. Again, I ask, what shall I do?" * It is certainly pleasing to the publishers of the Army and Navy to learn tbat tbe stories issued by them are of so high a character. And, especially are tbey pleased that the naval and military cadet novel. ettes a1e so well received. When the Army and Navy was projected it was decided to devote it to a class of stories of paramount interest to the young readers of America. l'he field covered by the two Government academies at West Point had never been utilized. It was a fallow field, and a subject of exceeding promise. The services of two graduates, Lieutenant Garrison of tbe army and Ensign Fitch of the navy were secured and the result has been a series of fasrinating novelettes unequalled in juvenile literature. It is the aim and purpose of the publishers to cover every phase of life at the two famous cadet schools, and our readers can rest assured that these stories will never lose tlleir engrossing interest. In passing it is well to say that they can be found only in the Army and Navy. * William Murray Graydon, the author of "A Legacy of Peril,'' and "In Forbidden Nepaul," is at work on a third serial for Army and Navy. The title will be announced next week. In the opinion of a vast num ber of Army and Navy readers Mr. Graydon bas 110 peer in his profpssion. He is, indeed, a writer of charming stories, and bis admirers are legion. Our readers may be interested in knowing that Mr. Graydon is nnde1 contract to write exclusively for this publication. A story from his pen will forir. a permanent feature of Army and Navy. His new serial will be commenced in No. 27. .. Several letters have been received recently from boys rlesiring information and advice OD the stage as a future profession. In reply we can only say that the theatric-al profession is an exceedingly difficult one to succeed in, and one which we would not recommend any young man to follow for a living. The best course, however, for those determined to follow it, is to go directly to some one wbo fits people for the stage. In New York City tllere is a School for Acting, connected with the Lyceum Theatre. By becoming a pupil there you have the advantages of the very best opportunities of visiting theaters, and an engagement as soon as you show yourself competent. There are similar institutions in Chicago and othar large cities. * There are a few very rich actors in this country. Mr. Jefferson and several others have made fortnnes, hPt they are distinctively rnen of genius. It is possible to begin as the English actor, Irving, did by serving an apprenticeship tu some obscure company, playing in country towns at a salary hardly sufficient to pay expenses. There is an exceller:t opportunity to try one's ability as an actor by means of amateur theatricals. Many of our smallElr cities, and certainly all of the larger ones, have dramatic associations, to which persons showing a talent for acting are readily admitted to membership. We would advise our col'l'espondents, who are still young, to join some such so ciety, anrl tbeu if their ability is conceded they will do well to spend a year or more at some school for acting, after which they will be fitted to go on the stRge, beginning with a salary of from fifteen dollars a week upward. * F. E. H., of Jersey City, writes for information re-garding the cigarmaker's trade. The ma11ufacture of cigars in lllrge cities is very extensivE>ly conrlucted by the very poorest class, and hence from that point of view any attempt at learoiug it would ultimately prove unprofitable. There is no special course of instruction. The important knowledge to be acquired is only gained after years of experience, ant! it bas to do with the quality of tobacco. Many of the smaller cigar stores in New York City and also in other cities, have back rooms where the owner makes up bis own goods, so that it is quite possible to start a cigar factory on a small scale. We can give no idea as to the pay received by rigarmakers, but we are certain it is something very small.


("Brief items of mlntsl 011 local amateur athletics al tilt various colleges and schools art solicited. will also be published if sent lo this department.) 'Descriptions and scorts of match gan es Cycling Notes. Michael, Bald, Loughead and Peabody have been the most interesting figures 011 the American track this seasou 8peaking of European raciug i;nen who have risen out uf the ruck of ordinary cba111pions Seuator Morgan says: "The great ones iuclucle Huret, tbe long-d bas to be employed. No muscle or set of muscles can perform an arduous task without long preparation, anrl when tbe big colleHere is the very latest bicycle design, a freak in ap penrauC'e, tJut, according to its inventor, it is this kind of a wheel which bas time anrl again been predicted as the style which the trade of the world would adopt. A man named Pederson, of Denmark, is the inventor. He has spent bis life in designing and constructing bridges, but took enough time to construct this freakish-looking bicycle. The frame of the wheel consists of twenty-one perfect triaugles, and its total weight is fonr potincls, and the machiue all ready to rirle weighs hut eleven pouuds. A well-known Amerfran bi<'ycle firm, it is ie porterl, has accepted l\Jr. Peoerson 's invention and will uext year put th i s kind of wheel on the market. fact it appears t

Shark Fishing Off Cape Cod. The novice on bis first shark-fishing expedition is generally a little surprised at the sight of the tackle to be used. !I'he big coil of smooth, closely-made linen quarterinch liue measures at least a buudred fathoms, aud is curled around two polished pegs rnade of whale's teeth. FAsteued to its lo ose end is a leugtb .of brass chain, perhaps fou r or five feet long, to which again is clarnpe d a ponderous fish-book four inches across the bend and witli a sbank at least ten inches in length. Attached to the inside entl of tne coil is a bright red painter! keg, to be slung over iu case the shark runs out all tbe line. In time it will tire even t'10 biggest one, anrl then the gay-colored float will guide the fishermen to their catch. But while this mspection has been taking plBce, the fishing sloop has arrived at a likely spot and it is time to begin. Surprise number two is experienced at the sight of the fish and cod that are to be used for bait, as they are quite as large as anytbine; that an ordinary angler tries to catch. A half cod is thrnst upon the hook and still further se cured to it with copper wire, so that it cannot be de tacherl witllont tbe barb catching. It is then flung over, and tbe captain's son, wbo has been coiling tlle rope at tbe edge of the stern, begins to pay it ont yard after yard. "That's plenty 'nuff, en more too!" suddenly sings out !Jis father, 'Varningly. ''Don' yer knew yit that we can't afford ter give er shark mor'n er hundred foot er line at first? Ef we do he's liable ter yank us clean t e r whar fish in' smacks sails with their bottomsidA up!" Accordingly the boy desists and all bands tbe bait, now far astern, as it occasionally ripples up to top and tben rlisappears again. 'be white-winged terns swoop and circle around the sturdy craft; as she stanrls over the Ea&t Channel. Tben, just when the novice is beginning to imagine that shark fishing is, after all, a tame and peaceful pastirne, tbe boy waves his torn sou' wester fro111 the bow, yelling out: "Thar's a good un not twenty fathom ahead I" 'l'he captain peers out under his hand, and then tbe be sees the tell-tale sign-the low, sharp, tbreec.ornered dorsal fin of Mr. Shark cutting directly across their bow. Now it turns. Will the shark see or smell the bait? Suddenly the water is broken where his big back protrudes as with a tremendous leap, half risii1g from the sea, he falls upon tbe cod 'l'he line stiffens, and everyone pulls hard on it to drive tbe big barb home. '!'hen tbe foa111 rises, and leaving a trail of bubbles behind, the shark is gone. Tbe line goes hissing over the lee wash-board, and again tbe captain cries warningly, "Hi, thar Don' let yer hau' lie ov01 too nigh that coil, mister, else ther sbark'll get er full meal er man meat I" And, indeed, it wo].!ld be fatal to let a loop of flying cord en cirde either hand or foot. Now the big fish slackens bis rush, and all three lay hold on the liue with leather mittened bands to guard against the friction. Too quick 1 He is not half tirerl yet, and with another spurt, as they hastily loosen their hold, he has run out a good twenty fathoms more. "Snub" (stop) "tber ugly critter, snub him!" cries the captain, setting the example by grasping the now slowly-moving cord. "He'll hev all our string clean tooken off. '' Six strong hands, shaking with excitement, are now clinging to the line. 'l'h" elfort is perfectly suc<'essful. Vainly the shark pulls round in a big circle,tbe radius of which is continually shortened by the bands hauling at the line. 'l'wice is he dragged within ten fatho111s of the boat's stern, only to rally and be off again like a greyhound. Finally, however, he is sub dued and led near the side, wi:iere his wicked little grey eyes gleam up out of the green sea, and his horrid jaw s!Jows fierce and wide. But even tben he makes a despairing struggle which half pulls the cap tAiu over the stern. It is his last effort. from side to side and churning the warns into white froth, the angry monster lies yielding and helpless. A loop of heavy line is (aexteriously cast over his broad tail and secured at both ends; he is drawn alongside, now almost still. A few blows on the nose with a small crow-bar stun him, and with a considerable effort be is hauled aboard. He is bigger now than he seemerl in the sea. ''Eight good foot and four inch long," says tbe captain, rising from his knees with a rude yard stick in bis bands. "Er purty fair fish, don't ye1 think?" Famous in History. Marcus Antonius possessed a dwarf. Sisyphus, not quite two feet tall, and yet the possessor of a remark-able wit. King Charles II. harl in court a pigmy, Richard Gibson. This mite married Anue Shepherd, the queen's dwarf, eacb being forty-six inches in beight. Gibson was a skilled artist, and his miniatures and portraits are much valued. 'l'he favorite of Queen Henrietta Maria, Sir Jeffery Hudson, was preseuted to her Majesty in a pie, completely armed as a knight. He proved a fiery little fellow, and of considerable service to the royal family. He became a captain of horse in the ci vii wars anrl followed bis nristress to France. The page of honor to Mary Turlor, John Jervis by name, was oue of the tiniest ct warfs of bis day. Julia, the niece of the famous Augustus, had in her service s two pigmies-Canopus, twenty-nine inches bigb, anrl Andromeda, hor freed maid, who measured just tbe same height. Polaud i11 the fourteenth century had a pigmy king, Ladislas tbe Short, wbo is sai1l to ba ve won more victories than any other 111onarch of bis time, and who left a great narne as a jurist, statesman and ruler. Christian ll., of Denmark, bad a wee dwarf to attend him, who was faithful to his master even in 11d versity. He went to prison with tbe king, planned, and almost effected the royal escape. Dogs as Messengers. The experiment of training dogs to carry messages and to act as sentinels in tbe army has been made in Germany, and, it is said, with very encouraging re sults. The clogs have now been in training for some time, and have marle rAally wonderful progress. Tbe kind fouud to be most suitable for this work is the sbepherd's dog. The plan arlopt e d is to accustom each dog to regard one of the soldiers as bis master, the conduct of his training being in tLis man's hands. When on duty tbe animals are kept with the sentinels. As au illustration of their intelligence, it is related that on one occasion a soldier, t11king a dog from the sentinel, went oft' to recopnoitre. After makiug his observations, he wrote two reports, giving one to a man mouuted on a fast horse, and placi ug the otber in a casket tied to the dog's neck. 'l'he dog reached tbe sentinel first. Wben it is considered how much smaller an object a dog is than a man for an enemy's fire, and how close to the ground he can run, it seems not unlikely that dogs may yet become of great service in military operations.


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I 1\rmy and Navy Weekly. 48 LAR OE MA OAZINE PAGES. ----------Three Serial Stories by t h e best Write rs. Two Complete Naval and Military Stories. Sketches, Special Articles, Departments. = ALL FOR F I V E CENTS. = LIST O F S TORIES ALR EADY PUBLISHED. No 1. Mark Mallory at West Point. C l ifford Fa r a d ay s Ambition. A Tale of a Nava l Sham Battle. 2. Winning a Naval Appoi ntment; or Clif Fa r a day's V i ctory. M a r k Mallory's H ero ism ; or, First Steps Towar d West Poi n t. 3. The Riva l Ca ndid a t es; or, M a r k s Fight for a Milit a ry Cade t sh ip Clif Faraday's En d uran ce; o r Prepa r ing for t he N a v a l A cademy. 4 P assing the Exa minations; or, Clif Far aday 's Su cc e ss. M a rk M allo ry's Stra t age m ; or, H az i ng t he H aze rs. 5. In West P oin t at L as t ; or, M ar k M allory's Triumph. Clif F a rad ay's G e n eros ity; o r P l ead i ng an Ene my 's Ca u se. 6. A N a v a l Pl e b e's E x p erie n ce; or, Cli f Faraday a t Anna p o lis M a rk M allo ry 's C hum; o r T he Trial s of a W es t Po int Cade t. 7. Frie nd s and F oes a t W es t Po i n t ; or, Mark Mallory 's Allia n ce Cl if F a r a d a y's F o rb ea r a n ce; o r, The Str ugg l e in the S a nt ee's H o l d 8 S e ttlin g a Sco re; o r Cli f F a r aday's Galla nt Fight. M a r k M allory's H o n or; or, A W es t P oint Mys t e ry. 9. F un a n d F r o l ics at W est Po i n t ; or, M ar k M allory s Cleve r Rescue. C l if F araday's Defiance; o r B reaking a Ca d e t R u l e No. 10. A N a va l A c ad e my Ha zing; or, ClifFJraday's Winnin g Trick. Mark Mallory"s Battl e; or, Pl e be Again s t Yearling 1 1. A West Point Combine; or, Mark New Allies. Clif Faraday's Exped ient; or, the Tria l of the Crimson Spot. 121 T he End of the F e ud ; or, Cli f Fa r aday's G e n erous R e venge M ark Mallory's Dange r ; or, I n the Shadow of Dismissal. 13. M ark M allory's Feat ; or, M aking Fri ends o f E nem i es. Clif F a r aday 's R a id ; or, Pl ebe Fun an d Trium p hs. 14. An E nemy s Blow; or, Clif F araday i n Peril. M ar k M allory in Cam p ; or, H az i ng th e Y earlings. 15. A W es t P o i n t Comedy; or, M ark M allor y 's P r actical J oke. C lif F ara d a y s E sca pe; o r Foiling a D aring Plo t 1 6. A Practice Ship Frolic; o r How Cli f F araday O ut w itt ed th e En emy M a rk M allo ry's C e l e b ration; o r, A F o urth o f July a t W es t P o i n t. 17. M a rk M allo ry on Gu ard; o r D e vilin g a W es t P o int S entry. C lif F ara d ay, H e ro; or, A Risk for a Frie nd 18. An Ocea n M ys t e ry; 0 1 C lif Fa r aday's S t r a nge A dven ture. M a rk M allory's P eril; o r A T es t o f F r i ends hip. 19. A W est Point Hop; o r M a rk M allory's D e termination. Clif Faraday's Trou pe; or, A n E n t erta i nmen t a t Sea. BACK NUMBERS ALWAYS O N H A N D Address A r m y and Navy Weekly, 238 William St. '-STREET & SMITH, New York Cit y


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