N 26 COMPLETE IN THIS NUMBER. i Two military and naval cadet novelettes j by graduates of West Point and Annapolis. 5 CENTS THE SEVEN C ADETS SCRAMBLED UP THE ROCKS AT THEIR UTMOST SPEED, ("Mark M allory's M isfo rtune, b y Lie ut Garrison, U S. A Complete ln this number. )
COMPE TI TIVE DRILL FOR THE FLAG. Bv JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. D URING graduation week at the United St3tes N:wal Academy, the early part of June there are always a g reat many very pleasing socia l even t s and drills tha t h e lp to make up for the many tri als and h a rdshi ps of cadet life thr oughout the year. The most important of all the eve nts, next to the grad uation exercises themselv es, is the competitive drill for the ilag, and the cad ets l ook forward t o it with unu sua l pleasure and anxiety as to the re s ult. The day allotted to it is the one just preceding g r aduation day, and by tha t time all who expect to vis it Annapolis to attend the graduation exerc i ses are on hand and ready to applaud the efforts of th eir cadet friends. The entire morning i s devoted to the competition and the pr e par a tion for the same The compe titi on is to decide whi c h one of the four companies of the battalion i s t o carry the colors during the next academ i c year, and thi s i s a n honor which officers and privates alike most henl y cove t and do t heir best to win f'or weeks precedir.g the competition each captai n ha s been takin g advantage of every opportunity t o i mprove the condition and bearing of the cadets under his command, and the early morning of the day it self finds. the com panies b e ing mu s tered in th e armory and their fina l ins tru ctio ns. They a r e marched to some place of concealment in the grounds and told t u awai t the o rd ers of the judges. The band i s stationed a t a convenient place on the parade ground t o furni s h music for the marching, hosts of vis it ors and friend s are assemb l ed along th e side lin es, and a t l as t the competi tion begins. One by one th e companies are put thro ugh the r equis ite mover.i en ts, and when th e l as t one h as marched from tht; fie ld all awai t the decision of th e judges. M eantime th e four competi n g captains have met privately and h ave voted for some l ady, who, of course, has prov ed h erse lf to be a general favorite among the cadets, to present th e flag t o th e winning company. The decision i s arrived a t and amids t deafening app lause the announcement i s made and pa sse d a long from one to another. The battalion is marched in lin e to th e front of the judges' s t and, a hollow sq u are is formed with th e winning compa n y in front, and the flag is presented to the lucky capt ain by the l ady chosen for that pl easant but embarrassing duty. After three lu sty chee r s '3iven with a will by the cadets of the e ther three compani es the most import an t affair of the week becomes a thin g or the past.
ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKL Y PUBLICATI O N FOR OUR BOYS. Issued weekly. By subscription $2.;o per yea r Entered as SecondeC/ass :Jt'fatler at the New York Post Offiu STREET & SM17H, 218 William Strut, New York. Cop yrigh t ed 189;. Editor, -ARTHUR SEWALL. December 11, ;897. Vol. r. No 26. Price Five Cents. C ONTENTS O F THIS NUMBER: Mark Mallory's Misfortune (Comp l e t e s t ory), Lieut. Frede;1 c k Garrison, U S. A Clif Faraday's Combat (Complete s t ory), Ens i g n Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. Jim Crow; His Story (Illust r a ted Short Story) D.' H. Parry In Forbidden Nepaul (Serial), William Murray Graydo n A Young Breadwinner (Ser i a l ) Matthew White, Jr. Boys and Bumblebees (Poem) A. M. Marriott Torn Fenwick's Fortune (Seria l), Frank H Converse PAGB. 1:?02 1213 1223 1228 1236 1239 Editorial Chat and Correspondence Athletic Sports, Dep artmen t 1244 Department 1245 Items of Interest all the World Over Department 1246 Amateur Journalism Department 1 24 7 A NEW SERIAL. IN the next number of the Army and Navy will be published the opening chapters of a new serial by an author well-known to our readers. It will be entitled "The Cryptogram; a Story of North-West Canada." The writer is William Murray Graydon, whose charming stories, "A Legacy of Peril" and "In Forbidden Nepaul" has made him a prime favorite among our readers.
Mark Malloryt s Misfortune; OR, The Theft of the Counterfeiter's Gold. By Lie"U.t:. Fred.erio:h: u. s. A. CHAPTER I. THE DISCOVERY OF THE LOSS. "This is where you wake up and find yourself rich ; how do you like it?" The person who asked the question was yawning sleepily as he sat up from his bed, a pile of blankets on the floor of his tent. He was a handsome, athleticJooking lad, some eighteen years of age, and he was speaking to three others who were also jnst in the act of arising. They were in one of the tents of Camp McPherson, as the summer home of the West Point cadets was known that year. lt was about five o'clock one Sunday morning in August, and the booming echo of the reveille gun was still upon the air. Down by the color line a drum was still rattling, with a fife to keep it company. And throughout the camp cadets were springing up to dress, just as were the four we noticed. There is no tent room in West Point for the man who likes to lie in bed and doze for half an hour in the morning; cadets have five minutes to dress in, and they have to be out in the c0mpany street lined up for roll call at the end of that time. And there is no danger of their failing about it, either. They tell a good story 11p there about one fond mother who introduced her young hopeful, a soon-to be plebe, to the commandant of cadets, and hoped that they wouldn't have any trouble getting "Montmorency dear" up in the morning; they never could get him up at home. But to return to the four A Company plebes who were meanwhile flinging on their clothes and performing their hasty toilets. The la
ARMY AND NAVY 1203 There is strength and confidence however in union; and on the march down to breakfast some whispered inquiries proved that there were seven plebes in the class who had all had that same "dream" last night. They were the mem hers of the Seven Devils, West Point's first and only secret society, a ciesperate band of adventurous and defiant plebes who much preferred to haze than to be hazed. Mark Mallory was their leader and head devil, "Texas" their first lieutenant; and the whole seven of them were by this time the most hated plebes in the Aca demy. They did not mind that, however; they were having a pretty good time. Yester day they had spent their Saturday half holiday walking in the woods, when the adventures alluded to in the beginning of this story had occurred. They had dis covered a secret cave, once the home of a gang of counterfeiters, who had been caught therein by a trap door and suffo cated. Subsequent investigation that night had discovered a large chest of buried coin, five dollar gold pieces. They were genuine, too, so proven by the analysis of Parson Stanard, the chemist, geologi s t, and all-round encyclopaedaic genius of the seven. The plebes had come back to camp late l ast night, or rather early this same morning, scarcely able to realize what had happened. They were still striving to realize it all as they sat whispering to each other in Mess Hall. They were rich, all of them. How much they had none of them had any idea. The learned Parson had informed them-and he didn't have togoto a book to find it ont, either, that a pound of gold is worth two hundred and fift y dollars. Allowing two hundred pounds to that box, which was a modest g ue s s indeed, left some seven thousand d o llars to each of them, a truly enormons fortune for a boy, especially a West Point plebe who is supposed to have no use for inoney at all. Cadets do their purchasing on "check booi<," as it is called, and their bills are deducted from their s a l a ries. And though they do smuggle in some contraband bills occasionally they have no way of making use of large sums. That was the problem the Seven Devils were discussing through the meal and while they were busily sprucing up their tents for "Sunday morning inspection." Texas was for quitting "the durnation ole place" at a jump and making for the plains where a fellow could have a little fun when he wanted to. The fact th;:it he had signed an "engagement for .or any such trifle as that, made no differ ence to him, and in fact there is little doubt that he would have skipped that morning had it not been for one fact-he couldn't leave Mark. "Dogone his boots!" growled Texas, "ef he had any nerve he'd come along! But ef he won't, durnationf I s'pose I got to let that air money lie id e." After which disconsolate observation Texas fell to polishing the mirror that hung on his tent pole and said nothing more. "Think of Texas. running away!" laughed Mark. "Think of him not having Corporal Jasper to come in on Sunday mornings and lecture him for talking too much instead of sprucing up his tent as a cadet should. Think of him not having Captain Fischer to march him round to church after that and civilize him! Think of the yearlings having nobody to lick 'em any more! Think of Bull Harris, our beloved enemy, who hates us worse than I do warm cod liver oil, having nobody to fool him every once in a while and get him wild!" Mark observed by that time from the twitching is his excitable friend's fingers and the light that danced in his eye that his last hit had drawn blood. T ex as was cured in a moment of alI desire to leave West Point. For was not Bull Harris, ''that durnation ole coyote of a yearlin ', '' a low, cowardly rascal who had tried ever y contemptible trick upon Mark that his ingenuity could invent, and who hadn't had half his malignity and envy knocked out of him yet? And Texas go away? Not much! Parson Stanard, the grave and dignified Bostonian, was heard from next. The Parson knew of a most extraordinary col lection of fossil s from the sub-carb o nifer ous period. The Parson had been saving up for a year to buy those fossils, and now he meant do it. He s w o re it h'' Zeus, and by Apollo, and by f'<'IC h o n e
1204 ARMY AND NAYY o f the "Olympians" in turn. Also the Parson meant to do something ha11dsome by that wonderful Cyathophylloid coral found by him in a sandstone of Tertiary ong1n. The Pafson thought it would be a good idea to get up a little pamphlet on that m9st marvelous specimen, a pamph!et treating very learnedly upon the "distribution of the Cyathophylloid according to previous geological investigations and the probable revolutionary and monumental effects of the new modifications thereof." The Parson had an idea he'd have a high old time writing that treatise. Further discourse as to the probable uses of the tteasure was cut short by the entrance of the insp_ecting officer, who scattered slaughter and trembling from his eye. Methusalem Z. Chilvers, "the farmer," alias Sleepy, the fourth occupant of the tent, was responsible for dis order that week and the way he caught it was a caution. He was so disgusted that as usual he vowed he was going to take his money back to Kansas an
.ARMY A TD NA VY 1205 shore, a small black hole hidden by a growth of bushes. As they drew .near to it the plebes were startled to notice that the around at the foot of the rock was h marked and torn with footpnnts. The seven had not done that, they knew, for they had been of all things most careful to leave not the least trace that should lead any one to suspect the presence of their seC'ret cavern. And consequently when they saw the state of the ground there was but one thought, a horrible thought that flashed over every one of them. Somebody had been in their cave! And during the night! Almost as one man, the seven made a dash for the entrance, scrambling up the rocks. There was neYer a thought of danger in the mind of any one of them, never a thought that perhaps some accomplice of the dead counterfeiters had come to get the gold, might now be inside, armed against the intruders. They had time to think of but one thing. Somebody had seen them go in there last night, had seeu them find the treasure! And now-and now? Texas was the first of them to get to the entrance, for Mark was lame with an injured arm. He flung his body through the hole, half falling to the floor on the other side. The rest heard him stum bling about anci they halted, silent, every one of them, scarcely breathing for anx iety and suspense. They heard Texas strike a match. They heard him run across the floor--And a moment later came a cry that struck them almost dumb with horror. "Dogone it, the money's all gone!" CHAPTER II. THE DISCOVERY OF THE THIEF. The state of mind of the seven can not be described. A moment before they had been upon a pinnacle of success and happiness. And now it seemed that they had climbed but that their fall might be all the more unbearable. All their tions and plans, all the fun they meant to have-it was too terrible to be true! lt was half with a feeling of incredulity that one after another they climbed np to the opening and went in. Not one of them could quite bring himself to believe that the whole thing was not a horrible delu sion, a nightmare. But when they got in side they found that it was too true. There was the deep trench that Parson Stanard had
1206 ARMY AND NA VY without saying another word, and the rest were at his heels. The men who had taken that heavy chest down that steep forest slope to the river must have had hard work. Any one could see that as he looked at the mark of the wheel. It would rnn down a slip pery rock and plunge deep into the soft earth at the bottom. It would rnn into a fallen log, or plunge through a heavy thicket. And once, plain as day was written a story of how the chest had fallen off and the heap of scattered coins all been gathered up again. These things the plebes barely noticed in their haste. They ran almost all the way. It was perhaps two hundred yards to the river, and there was a steep, shelving bmk, at the bottom of which was a little pebbly beach. Down the bank the wheelbarrow had evidently been run, half falling, upsetting the box once more, and necessitating the same labor of gathering up the coins. One of them had been left in the sand. The poor plebes realized then how hopeless was their search. Deep in the sand was the mark of a boat's keel, and they knew that the work of trailing was at an end. Their treasure was gone for ever, stolen during the few hours since they had left it last. "There's no use shedding any tears about it," said Mark at last, when the state of affairs had had time to be real ized. "We've simply got it to bear. Somebody probably saw us leave the camp last !light and followed us up here. And when they saw that treasure they just helped themselves." There is little that will make most peo ple madder than to be told "never mind" when they feel they have something to be very much worried over. The seven did mind a great deal. They sat and stared at each other with looks of dis gust. Even the Parson (who ought to have been happy) wore a funereal look, and the only one who had a natural ex pression was Indian, the fat boy from Indianapolis. That was because Indian looked horrified and lugubrious always. They wandered disconsolately about the spot where the boat had landed for perhaps five minutes, gazing longingly at the trace of the boat in the sand and wishing they could see it in the water as well, before any new development came. But the development was a very startling one when it came. "Commit a crime and the earth is made of glass. Commit a crime and it seems as if a coat of snow fell on the ground, such as reveals in the woods the track of every partridge and fox and squirrel and mole. You cannot wipe out the foot track, you cannot draw up the ladder, so as to leave no iulet or clue. Always some damning circumstance transpires. The laws and substances of nature become penalties to the thief." It was Emerson who wrote that; if it were not true there could be no use for such a man as a detective. But in this case it took no detective to read thesecret; it was written plain as day to all eyes in an object that 1ay on the ground. Mark was the first to notice it. He saw a gleam of metal in the sand, and he thought it was one of the coins. But a moment later he saw that it was not, and he sprang forward, trembling with eagerness and sudden hope. A moment later he held up before his startled companions a handsome gold watch. They sprang forward to look at it. Crying out in surprise as they did so, and a moment later he turned it quickly over. Written upon the back were three letters in the shape of a monogram-a monogram they had seen before on clothing, worn by a yearling, and that yearling was--'' Bull Harris!'' The scene that followed then precludes. description. The seven danced about on the sand, fairly howled for what was joy at one moment, anger at another. There was joy that they had found a clue, that they knew where to hunt for their treasure; and anger at that latest of the many contemptible tricks that yearling had tried. What Bull Harris had done scarcely needs to be mentioned here. He had tried every scheme.that his revengeful cunning could suggest to even matters with that hated Mark Mallory. He lrn
1 RMY AND NA VY 1207 This was the last, the climax; he had determined after a moment's consultation stolen their treasure by night, and what that George was the man tq investigate was almost as bad had he found their secret this clue for them. cavern. And as Mark stood and stared at As I said, it was only a possibility, a that watch he clutched in his hand he very bare one. Mark strolled around near registered a vow that Bull Harris should the hotel late in the afternoon when he be paid for his acts in a way that he returned, keeping a sharp lookout for would not forget if he lived a thousand the man just mentioned. When he saw years. him he whispered to him and strolled And then he turned to the others. slowly away. "Come on fellows," he said. "We "George," said Mark, hurriedly, when can't gain anything by standing her. Let's the other joined him, "do you know go back and watch Bull Harris like so which is Cadet Harris' cousin, the young many cats until we find out what he's man who's staying in the hotel there?" done with our money." "Yes, sir," said the butler. "His The seven turned and made their way name's Mr. Chandler. Why?" through the woods once more, talking "I've got a secret,,, said Mark, briefly. over the situation and their own course "It's something important, and I want as they went. They had room for but you to help me, without saying a word one idea in their heads just now. They to any one. Get one of the women, his must find out where that money was and chambermaid if you can, to find out if get it back, if it was the last thing they he's got a box in his room." ever did in their lives. And the butler chuckled to himself. "Bless you, sir," he said. "I can tell you that now. It's the talk of the place, among the help. One of the girls saw his cronies must go to it again. The Mr. Harris and his cousin carrying a seven had left the place at about one in heavy box up to his room just before the morning, and reveille came at five; reveille this morning. that gave but four hours in which Bull, And as Mark turned away again he who it was presumed, had watched them was ready to shout aloud for joy. digging, had returned to West Point, gotten a boat and and taken the treasure away. He could not have taken it a great distance in that time. Another question was, who had helped him t Probably some of his gang, Mark thought, until he chanced to remember that Bull had another ally just then. He had a cousin, a youth even less lovely than he staying at the hotel. And then came vague idea-perhaps he had the treasure there. Bull could snrely not have it in his tent, and perhaps he liad been afraid to bury it. That was but a faint hope, yet Mark decided in a mo111ent to follow it up. He thought of a scheme. Grace Fuller was at the hotel, and also "George," the Ful ler's family butler. Grace Fuller was a beautiful girl, the belle of West Point, whose life Mark had been so fortunate as to save, earning thereby her gratitude and sincere friendship. George was a merry, red-faced Irishman, who had once fired off some cannon at night for the plebes and scared West Point out of its boots. Mark CHAPTER III. STEALING FROM THIEVES. "Now," said Mark, when he rejoined his companions, "we've got pretty defi nite information to go on with now. Mr. Chandler's got our money in his room. The question is what are we to do next?'' The plebes were sitting over in a se cluded corner of Trophy Point discussing this. Texas doubled up bis fists with an angry durnation. "Git it back!" growled he, with a char acteristic disregard of details. "But how?" said Mark. "Of course we could have him arrested, for he knew the money was ours. But if we did he'd tell how we skipped camp to dig it.and we'd be dismissed from West Point. Then there'd be the deuce to pay.'' ''One case where I'd be thankful I'm not in the habit of paying my debts," observed Dewey, tacking on a stray b'gee as usual. "As to Bull and his cousin, I
1208 .ARMY .AND NA VY say we punch their faces till they give up the money. Punch their faces, b'gee !" "Dog gone their boots!" growled Texas. "That might hurt their boots," laughed Mark, 1'but it wonldn't do us any good. I haven't heard any feasible suggestion ye t. You know possession is nine points, and they've got that." It was Mark Mallory who finally hit upon a plan that seemed possible. It was we turn burglars and get our money ont of there.'' And Mr. Jeremiah Powers let out a wh.oop just then that made the windows rattle over in that self-same hotel. Jere miah Powers hadn't been quite so excited since the time he rode out and tried to hold up the cadet battalion. When the others assented to the plan and vowed their aid, he nearly had a fit. After that the seven did almost nothing TRE SEVEN CADETS SURAMBLED UP THE ROCKS AT THEIR UTMOST SPEED (page 1205). a wild and woolly plan, too, and it took Texas with a rush. "They stole it from us," said Mark. "I don't see what better we can do than steal it back again." "You don't mean--" gasped Dewey -''b'gee--'' "Ye s, I do," laughed Mark. "And I mean this very night, too. I mean that bnt glance at their watches dming the fast waning Sunday afternoon. There wa::; no parade to pass the time. It seemed an age between the sunset gun and supper: and as for tattoo, all the Parson's mnch vaunted geologic periods, times, ages ancl eras, Silurian, Devonian, C a rboniferons, Treassic, Jurassic and Cre taceous, were not to be compared with
ARMY AND NA YY 1209 it in length. When they did fi11ally get into bed they waited another age for taps to sound, and another for the tac to in and another till the sentry called half-past ten, and another for eleven, and another for half-past that, an
1210 .A.RMY .A.ND N .A. VY have a new and entirely original kind of sound to make, and the six watchers quailed at every one of them. Texas was hunting for the window that led into the hall of the building. The room they meant to enter was unfortunately on the other side. They had to force the window, creep down the hall and get into that room. If they could simply have entered it from a window, they might have gotten out of this fool ish scrape a good deal more simply than they did. Texas managed to find the window without much trouble, and fortunately he found it open. He beckoned the others silently, and they crept one by one down to the place, Indian making twice as much noise as any one because he weighed more. At any rate they climbed through the window and into the lonely hall of the hotel, where they stood and listened anxionsly. They had not been very quiet, but they did not believe they had awakened any one; and after this they could be quieter. They would have been very much scared and terrified plebes, more so, all of them, than was Master Smith now, if they could have known the true state of affairs. For they had awakened some one. And though they had not the least su s picion of it, a pair of sharp eyes had b ee n watching their every move. They were very beautiful eyes, too. They belonged to a young girl, a girl with lovel y features and bright golden hair. She was sleeping in one of the rooms on the second floor that fronted 011 the piazza, and the sound that awakened her had been the gentle tap upon the roof when the ladder had been raised. She sat up in bed, and a moment later rose and crept tremblingly to the win dow. Peering ont into the darkness she saw the top of the ladder, and a moment later saw a masked face appear above it, and a masked figure climb up and creep into the shadow of the building. Another followed it instantly, and another; and then without a sound the girl dodged down and stole across the floor of the room. She crept silently to a trnnk that was in one corner; she raised the lid and fum bled about anxiously in the darkni:ss for something. It felt cold, like polished steel, when she found what she wanted. She picked it up and slipped a wrapper over her shoulders, then softly opened the door of her room to peer out into the hall. Meanwhile as to the seven whom we left standing inside of the window down near the other end. They were, as has been said, entirely nnconscious of what has just been mentioned. Texas had erept forward and extinguished the light that burned in the hall, and they were now standing in total darkness but for the single ray of the lantern. They held a whispered conversation as to what they should do next. Parson Stanard volunteered to pick the lock of Chandler's door; he wasn't a bur glar by profession, by Zeus, said be, but he believed in a gentleman of culture knowing something about all the arts and professions. (This was whispered in all seriousness). And so the Parson crept up to the door, the lantern in his hand. He knelt down before the lock and fell to examining it cautiously, finally thrusting in a bent piece of wire and getting to work. He said he could get that door open in two minutes. Meanwhile the others were huddled together waiting anxiously. Indian was leaning against the wall, making it shake with his nervous trembling, and Texas was peering out of the winnow to make sure that there was no sign of danger there. And then suddenly came the thunder clap. N otbing could be imagined more terri fying to the amateur burglars than what actually happened in the next half min ute. There came first the sound of a creaking door, a sound that made them start back. And an instant later a figure sprang out into the -hallway, a figure that they could plainly see in the darkness, for it was white as snow. The figure raised one arm and called in a voice that was clear and unfaltering: "What are you doing there?" The plebes stood aghast, trembling. They knew the voice, and that but increased their horror. For it was Grace Fuller, their dearest friend! They all recognized her but one, and that was Texas; Texas had been leaning
ARMY AND NA VY 1211 out of the window and the voice was not so distinct to him. He wheeled about with the swiftness of a panther, giving vent to a cry of anger as he did so. He flung his hand around to his pocket and whipped out his revolver. Before the others could make a move to stop him he swung it up to his shoulder. And an instant later there came a blinding flash of light and a loud report that woke the echoes of the silent build mg. CHAPTER IV. SEVEN BURGLARS IN A SCRAPE. The scene that followed beggars de scription. Mark had leaped forward to seize the Texan's hand, shouting aloud: "Stop! stop! It's Grace Fuller!" Texas started back in surprise ; at the same moment came the shot, which was from the girl's revolver. It was acci dental, as she afterward declared, though the plebes did not know it then. The re sult frightened Grace even more than it did them the bullet buried itself in the wall, but the sound of the report was fol lowed by a wail of agony from the terrified Indian, which echoed down the hall. And Grace heard shouts from various parts of the hotel, doors opening, people running about, and she knew that her friends were in deadly peril. A much more hopeless situation ii would be hard to imagine; the girl was horrified. But her first thought was had she wounded Indian, and she dashed wildly down the hallway to them. One glance at the huddled group of figures sufficed to answer that question. Before she could make another sound there came a bounding step upon the stairway. "We'll be discovered!" cried Mark, "Quick!" He turned to the window; but a single glance outside showed him two figures running across the lawn. There was no hope of escape there. They were gone! An instant later Grace Fuller's clear tones rang in his ear. "Come! Come!" Like a flash she turned and dashed down the hallway to her room. Mark followed at her heels, and the rest of them, too, dragging the and terrified Indian along, while the shouts and footsteps swelled louder and louder to urge them on. They were just in time. Grace Fuller had scarcely time to push the last one in and then slam the door before three men, one of them her father, dashed around a turn of the hall and confronted he r white figure standing at the door, the revolver still in her hand. The huddled plebes inside were too alarmed to think. They heard the quick witted girl call to the men: "Here! Hurry up. This way!" And then they heard the footsteps die away again, as the men with her at their head dashed down the hall toward the rear stairs of the buildjng. They knew that for the time they were safe. They stood panting and breathless, lis tening for a moment. They heard the noise at the rear increase; it was evident that everybody was hurrying in that di rection. Mark sprang to the window and looked out. He saw three men running toward the foot of the ladder. "There's where they went up!" he heard one of them say. And then came a shout from the rear and the three dashed around the building in that direction, leaving the lawn clear and the place deserted. Mark turned and cried to the others: "Come! Quick! Now's our chance!" It was a desperate chance, but they took it. "One dash for the camp," whispered Texas. "Git in an' hide, no matter what!" They leaped out of the window and made a dash for the ladder. A second or two might make all the difference now. They might get a start, or again they might find a man with a revolver to stop them at the foot. It was a critical situa tion, and the plebes were quick as light ning, even Indian. Texas dropped to the ground, and Dewey after him. They could not wait for the others to get down the ladder. Mark slid down like a flash, holding to the side with one band. Indian slipped half way and tumbled the rest. Chauncey and the Parson came down one on each side, all most on top of them, and a sec ond or two later the seven were at the
1212 .ARMY .A.ND NA VY foot staring about them like so many hunted animals. ''Come on!'' cried Mark, seeing no one. "For your lives!" They sprang forward and dashed away toward the camp. They had not gone a dozen yards before there came a shout from the rear of the hotel, a shout that swelled to a roar. ''There they go! Quick! Stop 'em! Halt!" Halt? Not much! Those plebes were running as never did man run before. Even Indian was breaking records, fear urging him to prodigies of speed. Fortunately there was no one of the pursuers who was armed, but they were in hot pursuit, an
Clif Faraday's Combat ; or, DEFENDING HIS COUNTRY'S HONOR. I. AMONG THE BERMUDA& "Breakers ahead!" "Starboard the helm." "Starboard the helm, ay, ay, sir." The first cry was from the lookout of the vessel. The second .came from the pilot, and the third from the man at the wheel. The ship was a stately wooden frigate, the U. S. Monongahela, training ship of the naval cadets. She was gliding along slowly before the wind, with just enough of her canvas set to give her steerageway. Vigilance was the word on board, for the vessel was entering the harbor of the Bermudas. The lookout's cry had been at the sight of the long white crest of the waves breaking over the outer coral reefs. The cadets on board were grouped about the deck, or standing aloft in the trim rigging, ready to handle the sails. All of them were gazing about them with interest. Those who had read of the famous "hundred islands," with their luxuriant vegetatipn, were somewhat disappointed at what they saw. The time was July, and a coating of whithered and dirty green was the best the land could show. Numerous white cottages,_little specks in the sunlight, gleamed in the distance, but they only served to increase the sombreness of the background. Above, "all in a hot and copper sky," the sun beat down upon the vesse1. Be low, the clear green waters rippled past, showing the curious changes in tints for which the islands are famous. Flying :fish could be seen skipping away in all directions, petrels and tropic birds were hovering over the white track of the ves sel. Through the water on either side the coral shallows could be distinctly seen, with their vari-colored marine growths. All these were new sights to our friends the cadets. One group of them, in whom we are especially interes ted, were leaning over the railing, gazing with many surprised exclamations at the tints they saw. They were Clif Faraday and his chosen band, members of the foulth or "plebe" class. Faraday himself was a tal1 handsome lad, with frank, pleasing features, and curly brown hair. On one side of him was a smaller, fair-haired chap, known as "Nanny Gate among his friends. On Clif's other side was a dark Japanese lad, who had been blessed with the nickname of "Trolley." Besides these there w e re the merry Grat Wallace and the mournful Joy, who at the moment was so interested that he forgot to be mournful. The scene upon the dock where the vessel was to land was scarcely less interesting than the water. There were helmeted red coats of the British garrison, custom house officials, and steamship agents galore. All were watching the ap proaching vessel with ii1terest, and also which was close behind in her wake. The other vessel has not been mentioned previously because, as Trolley remarked, "She no in it-she in soup." Trolley's slang may be explained by saying that there had been an impromptu race between the Monongahela and the other ship, and that the Monongahela
1214 ARMY .A.ND N.A. VY had won, much to the natural joy of her youthful and ambitious sailors. The victory was not popular among those on the other vessel, quite naturally. Neither was it popular among the watchers on shore. The vessel was her majesty's frigate Albert, at present in use as a training ship of the British navy. Therefore the Americans were doubly rejoiced, especially the Jap, who was more volubly patriotic than any of them. The amount of incoherent and incomprehensible slang which Trolley had made use of during the brief race just past would have "outslung" a Bowery newsboy. And when at last it had become apparent that the Monongahela really was drawing away from her rival, he actually had the temerity to start a cheer. The cadets took it up with a will; fortunately for Trolley, the officer of the deck hadn't seen him begin it, or there would have been trouble. Whether the disgruntled occupants of the Albert enjoyed the sound as it was borne back to them it is hard to say, though one would be apt to suppose they didn't. "We'll have something to twit out English cousins about, if we meet 'em on shore," laughed Clif. "Please notice the fact that they've more canvas than we, too." The honor that resulted to the victor was not altogether an empty one, as it was found when the vessel, having furled her last jib, was brought round close to the landing-place an
"a clean pair of feet." ley 's verston.) .ARMY .AND N .A VY (That was Trol-1215 CHAPTER II. The cadets of the Albert, however, had no idea of letting the matter rest so easily as that. One remark led on to another, and soon there was a spiiited conversa tion being carried on in a loud tone among them, all obviously meant for Cl if 's ears. "Americans are all such deuced upstarts,'' observed one. ".I can't abide them," added another. "They 're most of them cowards, too," chimed in a third. "They swallow all sorts of insults without daring to do any thing." "Ha! ha! yes,'' cried the first speaker again. "By Jove! they even build fast ships, you know, so's to practice running away from the enemy." When Clif Faraday once made up his mind not to do a thing it was usually not easy to make him. He had determined to pay no attention to those fellows, and he didn't, though the shopkeeper watched him expectantly. Suddenly, however, an incident occurred which completely changed the situation. There was a light step in the doorway, and the American heard a familiar voice. "Why, Clif--" The next moment there was a heavy fall and a frightened cry! Clif wheeled about in surprise and stared. What he saw was as follows: The person who had entered was his little friend Nanny. He had fallen violently forward upon his face, and Clif had turned just in time to see one of the Englishmen drawing in his foot. The next instant Clif leaped forward, and Nanny's assailant found himself seized by the collar in a grip like steel, jerked to his feet and flung headlong across the room. He struck the wall on the opposite side with a crash. Just above him was a huge jar, containing he knew not what. The sudden shaking brought it tumbling down, however, and a second later the cadet learned to his dismay. He found himself couipletely buried beneath a cascade of pickles! CADET CRANE'S ENGLISH COUSIN. The scene that followed beggars de scription. The rest of the Englishmen had leaped to their feet and sprung for ward to their companion's aid. But they were too late, and they started back in alarm as they saw the victim's plight. The latter rose to his feet sputtering and gasping, red with fury-and green with pickles. The jar had fortunately not contained the ordinary large pickles, but the nondescript coucoction known as chow-chow. It had soaked his clothing and poured down his neck. He was rubbing it from his mouth and eyes and ears. His hair was like the sea weed locks of old Glaucus, or-"The mermaids with their tresses green Dancing along the Western billow.'' He scarcely waited until he was able to see, before, yelling with rage he made a savage rush at his assailant. Clif put up his fists to give him a welcome, but just then a new party interfered. It was the shopkeeper, and he seized the English lad by the shoulder and forced him back. "Steady!" said the shopkeeper. "Don't be a fool." "Let me go!" roared the other, "let me go, I say! I'll kill him! I--" "You won't do it here," retorted the shopkeeper, with e111phasis. "You shan't treat my store as if it were a barroom. H you can't behave yourself you 'cl better go out on the street and do your fighting.'' The lad struggled furiously himself from the man, but it did good ; and presently he gave it fell to snarling angrily. to free him no up and "I'll get even with you yet, you con founded American cad!" he growled. "You can't fight like a gentleman--" "With you," put in Clif, mildly. "However," he added, "if you really do want any satisfaction why run along home and wash up. Then send for me. I am on the U. S. Monongahela. You probably noticed the name this morning -on the stern." Clif put that last phrase on by way of a mild bit of sarcasm. ''My name is Faraday,'' he added. "Good-day. Come along, Nanny.
!216 ARMY AND NAYY That would have ended the scene, so far as Clif was concerned, for he had turned toward the door. But just then some other persons chanced to enter, and their remarks caused Clif to stop. There were two of them, also cadets of the Monongahela. They were the two referred to by Clif as "Sharp and Crane," third classmen. They were probably the worst enemies our plebe friend had in that class. They were bullies, both of them, and hated Clif for his successful resistance to all their contemptible schemes. Crane, the elder and more viru lent, had sprung forward in surprise as he entered the store. Clif he had not noticed; it was the Englishman he was approaching. "Why, hello, Tom!'' he cried. "How are you, old man?" The one addressed as "Tom" was the one Clif had just knocked down. He gazed at Crane and then rushed toward him. "By Jove, cousin he began, "I wasn't looking for you. How--" The American, instead of taking the hand the other held out, had started back in amazement as he gazed at his cousin's be-pickled figure. "Why-what the dev--" he gasped; then he stopped and turned, "Tom" pointed savagely at Clif. "He did it!" cried he. "That cad! He caught me when l wasn't looking and knocked me down.'' Crane turned and faced Clif with flushed cheeks and an angry look. "How dare you?" he cried. "You fool, haven't you any better sense than to strike a stranger that way? I should think you'd try to behave yourself before strangers, anyhow." To this, of course, Clif said nothing. He answered it with an easy, contemptuous smile that only angered Crane the more. "I hope you won't mind him,'' he began, turning to his English friends apologetically. "He is an ignorant, vul gar fellow, you know. Nobody has any thing to do with him on board ship. He's a coward; even his own class cnt him.'' Whereupon Clif calmly smiled once more, and then spoke. "You're a liar," he said, very low. Crane whirled about in a rage. "You shall pay for this!" he cried. "I'll lick you till you can't stand up when I catch you alone." "You can't do it," responded the other, still in the exasperatingly low tone. "This fe:tlow Faraday," continued Crane, "is a disgrace to the service. I hope you gentlemen won't get your ideas of Americans from him. I think you ought to give him a good lesson, Tom, wallop him till he can't stand up." "That would be a first-rate scheme," laughe
ARMY D NA VY 1217 cousin than he does of his country," exclaimed Grat Wallace, angrily. "I don't think it'sthat so much," laughed Clif. "It's that he hates me." "Him bad goose egg," observed Trolley, sagely shaking his head. "Him need a good-er-how you say that?'' It wasn't often that Trolley got stuck in his slang. He gazed at his friends helplessly. a broad grin of relief. ''Him need good dressing up." ''You mean dressing down,'' laughed Clif. ''Trolley, you 're twisted.'' There was a shout of laughter at that last remark. Trolley looked puzzled. "Why you say I'm twisted?" he inquired "I stand straight as you." "All trolleys get twisted once in a while," answered Clif. "I'll have to ex-A SECOND LATER THE ENGLISH CADET FOUND HIMSELF BURIED BENEATH A CASCADE OF PICKLES (page 1215). "You mean a good licking, don't you?" inquired Clif. "No!" said Trolley, emphatica11y. "No mean licking. How you say when you put clothes 011 peop1e ?" ''Clothes on people!'' "Yes. You say he need good--" "Dressing?" inquired Toggles. "Yah Dressing!" cried the Jap, with plain that to you some day. Meanwhile we aren't admiring the scenery." Dnring the talk they had strolled back toward the residence poi ti on of the town before mentioned. A bout them were gardens filled with all sorts of beautiful exotic plants, for which the islands are so famous. Hugh royal palms and cocoanut palms towered above them. Juniper and
1218 ,.ARMY .A.ND NA VY palmetto, banana trees and plantain wild along the roadside. The observant Jap was especially interested in the cocoa nuts. Cocoanuts he imagined to be a nickname, in as much as the only thing he had ever heard referred to as a cocoanut was his own head. It took quite some time to straighten out his ideas on the subject, and then Trolley had added one more slang phrase to his vocabulary. "Cocoanut !" he chuckled. "What a funny name! Some day I tell somebody I smash his cocoanut-he he! Here come somebody now. I like to smash his cocoanut !'' This last remark of Trolley's was caused by the appearance of two figures down the street. They were none other than the two third classmen, Sharp and Crane, turning up once more. The scowls with which they favored the plebes as they passed may easily be imagined. Clif chuckled to himself. "Crane is still mad," he observed. "HrJwever, I don't think we need to worry about him any more. We've only to lick his English cousin for him." If Clif could have heard the conYersa tion of the two as they went on he would pt:rhaps not have uttered those careless remarks. "I tell you," snarled Crane, "that he'll fight anyway, even if he is crippled beforehand. He's just fool enough." "But how do you propose to do it?" inquired Sharp. ''I don't know yet,'' was the other's answer. "I haven't thought, confound him! But I'm going to fix it so that he'll either have to back down and be jeered a'l over the town by the fellows from the Albert or else fight and get wiped off the earth. What do you say to that, old man?" From which it will be evident to the reader that Cadet Crane had a plot. CHAPTER III. A MYSTERIOUS ACCIDENT. The plebesstrolled on quite unconcernedly. They walked far back into the island, gazing with interest at the semi tropical growths they saw. They the celebrated "Gibbs Hill," from which all the islands could be seen. They roamed down toward the seashore and gathered the bits of coral and ;;trangely colored shells. Toward evening they turned to retrace their steps toward the "city." They met several other groups of cadets likewise homeward bound, and the parties joined forces, a merry and noisy crowd. They woke the old town considerably with their cheers as they marched down the street toward their vessel. Clif was with them, when suddenly he felt some one touch him on the arm. He turned and found himself facing one of the English lads from "Pickles' crowd. "Mr. Faraday?" said he. Clif nodded and stepped aside. "What is it you wish?" he asked. "Mr. Faraday," responded the other, "Mr. Gregory, the gentleman you insulted to-day so outrageously--" "Yes," said Clif, smiling, "leave out the details. Go on.'' "He bas made me his second," growled the other, surlily. "He wishts to know if you can get off from the ship to-night." "I could," said Clif, doubtfully. "But why at night?" "We sail in the morning," answered the other. "Either you must come tonight or be considered a coward. Mr. Gregory directs me to say that he will meet you here, on this spot, say at eleven o'clock to-night." "Thank you," smiled Clif. "Very kind of him, I think. And where are we to go?" "Back into the country. And you may bring two seconds with you." "Thank you again," Clif responded. "How many will Mr. Gregory have?" "Mr. Gregory is a gentleman!" snapped the other. "He will take no advantage over you. May I say that you will come?" "You may," was Clif's answer. And then he turned and walkea off to join his companions, leaving the Englishman glaring at him malignantly. "Tom'll eat that fellow in just about five minutes!'' he growled as he walked off. The possibility of that being true did not worry Clif very much. He was smil-
Ai\D KATY 1219 i 11g serenely as he fell in with his friends agam. "We've fixed up the fight," said he. Mr. Thomas Gregory is his name' Pickles,' you know-and he s going to get his revenge to-night at eleven." The announcement created a great deal more excitement than Clif thought it warranted. Toggles and Nanny, Grat Wallace, Joy and Trolley were all head over heels with curiosity, demanding to know where, when, how, who, what, and everything else. They all vowed they were going along to see, and there was great dismay when Clif announced that only two were allowed. ''I'll b e t they have more than two,'' growled Toggles. "And I'll bet I wouldn't trust m y self with fellows like that." Joy fell in as a chorus to this monrnful strain, which he doubled in intensity when he found hewasn't one of the lucky two selected "I'll take Grat and Trolley," was Clif's decision. "They're the best fight ers, so if there should be any fonl play a.ttempted they may help me some." "It's an ontrage !"Joy growled. "Here I am a faithful advocate of peace. J preach peace, peace, nothing but peace all day, and when it comes to a fight I am deliberately insulted, left behind as if I didn't know a good one when I saw it. How can I show the horrors of war aright if I never see a battle? How can the temperance orator tell of the evils of drink ttP.less he takes one before he starts?" "He! he!" chuckied Trolley, who was delighte d because he was to go. "Him funny boy! Him think he can fight--" "I can lick you anyway!" roared Joy, in mock rage. "I'll do it right now if you-" "I smash your cocoanut!" chuckled Trolley. That triumphant announcement brought the dispute to an end, for the simple reason that Joy couldn't help joining in the laujih. Trolley smiled )'.llacidly; he had worked in his new slang tit last, and therefore he might rest in peace. As for Clif there was nothing for him to do but make the preparations for steal-ing off that night. Walking across that gangplank ill the moonlight without dis covery bid fair to be by no means an easy task; Clif set to work to find out which of the cadets would be on guard, so as to "fix" him beforehand. During this he did not fail to notice the two third classmen scowliug at him malignantly. Clif turned to Toggles, who was with him at the time and re marked: "Old man, I wish you'd keep your eyes on those two for me. I'm not afraid of the English fellows, but if Crane and Sharp go ashore to-night I think I'll pre pare for dirty work." That was a very shrewd surmise on Clif's part. He had good rea s on to sus pect that Crane might try some scheme to help his cousin. But as it happened, Cilf's warning was unnecessary. Crane's plot was destined to be develup e d on ship board, and before the time for the fight. This was the way it happened. The summons to turn in for the night found all of the cadets tired and sleepy. They had been roaming about the land all da y and were quite read y for their hammocks. Clif hurried below at the first tap of the drum, resolved to get as much sleep as he could before the hour of the battle. He hurried to the berth deck, where he with the rest of the cadets slept. He grasped his hammock preparatory to turn ing in. The next instant he snatched his hand away with f s cream of pain! The deck was in an uproar in an in stant. Clif's friends rnshed to his side. Scarcely able to contain himself for the agony he suffered, Clif held up his left hand. It was covered with a black sub stance that seemed almost to sizzle on the flesh. The plebe's cry had brought one of the officers tumbling down the hatchway. He gave one glance at the unfortunate lad's hand and then shouted for the sur geon. The latter came rushing in breathless. He glanced at the discolored hand. "Good Lord!" he gasped "It's acid!" Quick as a flash he seized the plebe by the shoulder and hurried toward a pail of water. "Wash it in there," he cried. "I'll be back.''
1220 ARMY AND NA \'Y Poor Cl if was ready to faint with agony as the officer dashed away. He was back a moment later with a bottle in his hand. It contained lime water, and he dashed it over the lad's hand to neutralize the effects of the cruel acid .. It was all over then, so far as the burning was concerned; but :Faraday's hand was raw half to the bone, and he could scarcely stand from weakness and pain. Cadet Crane's hour of triumph bad come! CHAPTER IV. CLIF FARADAY'S BATTLE. "Ah! So you've come at last, have you?'' The speaker was he whom we have variously known as Gregory, Tom, and Pickles. He was standing beneath the shadow of one of the buildings along the water front of the town. His voice was gruff and menacing. He was addressing three lads who were hurrying toward him. "Yes,'' responded Clif Faraday, for he was one of the three, "I am here.,, "I was wondering if you were going to be coward enough to back out, con found you!,, Clif flushed scarlet at the unprovoked insult, but he steadied himself and answer ed calmly. "I am not a coward," he said, in a low voice. "But I have come to tell you that I cannot fight you." "Not fight me!" roared the other, his coarse features swelling with rage. "You've got to fight me. If you don't, by thunder I'll wipe the place up with you right here.,, "If you will listen--,, began Clif, still quietly. "Plague take it, I don't want to listen! That's always the way with these infernal American upstarts. I knew you were a coward, and I said so It's just as Crane said, you 're all talk.:' "I am trying to tell you," said Clif, swallowing his wrath and starting again. "That I have a friend who will fight for me.,, "Well, why in blazes can't you fight for yourself?'' "l met with an accident," answered Faraday. "My hand is burned and-,, ''Humph! Anicestory. Gotitdoneup in rags to carry out the bluff, too, I see. Well, who's the fellow that's going to fight for you?,, At this Trolley, who had been waiting in the background, came forward. "Here,,, said he. "I do it.,, The English bully stared rudely into his face. Then he sneered. "Want me to fight a confounded Chinese do you? What the dickens do you take me for any--" Thomas Greogry never finished that sentence. Trolley's hands were all right, if Clif's were not, and he let one of them drive straight at his tormentor's nose. The latter staggered back, then recovered himself and leaped forward with a yell of fury. The little Jap smiled at him calmly, though trembling in every limb with indignation. "You fight?" he said. "I thought so! Come on!" The English lad's two compamons seized him just in time to prevent his starting a battle then and there. "Come, Tom," whispered one of them. "Not here. We'll be found out. Corne on back into the country.,, Tom didn't want to do that. He struggled like a wild man to get away, and nothing but brute force kept him back. At last, however, he gave in. "Come on," he snarled "I'll wait. But by jingo, when l do get a chance at him, I'll murder him!'' With this pleasant promise he turned and started angrily up the street. Our three plebe friends followed at a littie distance. Nothing was said on the trip, beyond a little swearing on the Englishman's part. Trolley was too mad to say anything. As for Clif, he was simply boiling over with He felt somehow that'all his strength had come back to him; he felt like flinging the bandages from his helpless hand and throwing himself upon his brutal tormentor. They passed completely through the city and out to the suburb5 and the country beyond, where Clif and his friends had that afternoon. They did not go very far. Gregory espied a clear space
NA VY 1221 to one side of the road in a lonely part of the country, and he turned and leaped over the fence. "Come on!" he cried: "This is far enough. I'm getting impatient. I want to get a whack at that confounded Chi nese!" This last remark was net lost upon our Japanese friend. If there is any insult to infuriate a man of his race it is to call him by that name. But Trolley said nothing; he simply clinched his fists the tighter as he climbed the fence and joined the other three. "Hurry up!" commanded Gregory, impatiently whipping off his coat. "Get a move on you there!" Nothing could have suited Trolley bet ter. He flung his own jacket to the ground, clinched his teeth, and w ithout waiting for a word or a signal, made a leap at his hated foe. There was a lively time after that. The fight was not very equal. Trolley was strong and active, but he was nothing compared with the powerful Englishman. The latter was tall and heavily built. Clif, as he looked, could see through his shirt sleeves the muscles moving in his great arms. Gregory was evidently a fellow who could strike a blow to fell an ox. All this the Jap did not stop to notice when he made his savage rush. His op ponent was ready for him, and in fact sprang forward with no less eagerness. The pace was so swift from the start that the rest could scarcely follow it. A fight like that could not last long. Both the fighters were strong; both were putting all their strength into every blow, having no object on earth but to paralyze the other. Trolley, quicker than the Englishman, was dancing about and lunging in at him. The Englishman was smashing blow after blow with all the power of his frame. "Just one of them'll land," groaned Clif, "and then it's all up with-there it is!" Clif's last exclamation came as he leaped forward. The Jap had caught one of his opponent's crushing drives 11pon the side of the head, and d o wn he went, as motionless as a log. Such was the o ther's rage t hat h e leaped at his fallen foe with an oath, and it was with difficulty that his seconds dragged him back. Clif raised his helpless friend upon his knee. Poor Trolley was done for a fact. He wa,S gasping for breath; that was the only sign of life that was in him, for his eyes were shut and his body limp. Gregory was raging still, striding back and forth and glaring at him. "Want any more, you confounded heathen?" he cried. "Get up, if you do! By thunder, I wish yon were one of those blamed American cowards!" Cilf paid no attention to this. He had drawn a damp sponge from under his coat and was bathing his companion's face. At last a convulsive shiver passed over Trolley's form and he opened his eyes. "Where am I?" he gasped; and then, catching sight of the bully's face, he struggled to his knees. Clif forced him down again. "No, no, Trolley," said he. "Lie still, old man. I'll 'tend to this now.'' The Jap sank back and closed his pal lid eyelids again. Clif rose to his feet and painfully began to remove his jacket. "If you don't mind, Mr. Gregory," said he, "I'll try my skill n .ow." "Gotten tired of the bluff, have you, hey?" sneered the bully. Grat Wallace had leaped to his friend's side as he saw his purpose "No, no, Clif!" he cried 1'You can't; you're not able. Let me do it. You--" Clif paid not the least attention to the protest except to put Grat gently aside. Clif's eyes were fixed upon the Englishman. There was a peculiar smile about Clif's mouth which, if the Englishman had known him better, he would have recognized as a danger signal. Grat Wallace saw it, and he ventured nothing more, but stepped to one side Clif took off his jacket slowly, keeping his piercing gaze fixed on his rival meantime. The latter gazed at him and his bandaged hand with a contemptuous sneer on his face. "A pretty scheme, that was!" he commented. "Better take the rags off, now you're through with the bluff." "He may have brass knuckles under them," suggested one of the Englishman's seconds, suspicio u sly
1222 ARMY AND NA VY By way of answer, Chf slowly undid the bandaoes and removed .them. Then he held up his hand with the livid palm toward the three. Even Gregory, the brutal bully, started as he saw the fright ful festering burn. "Good Heavens!" he gasped, quite in voluntarily. Clif silently replaced the bandages, slowly tied them into place, and then looked up. "I am ready now," he said, simply. Whatever momentary pity might have been in the Enalish cadet's mind disap peared at that"' cool defiance. A11 his wrath at the plebe's former insult surged up again, and, clinching his fists, he made a leap at Faraday. He meant to finish that fight in no time. He aimed one of his savage, crushing blows at his rival's head. Clif leaped li ohtly to one side and dodged the stroke. 0 So that's your scheme!" roared Greg fory, furiously. "Going to run, hey? Think you can make a fool of me that way. Confound you, we'11 see!" Faraday's. tactics had become evident in a moment. He was going to "fight shy." He had only one hand to strike with the best he could do was to ward off bl1ows with hi s other arm. So he mean to trust to the lightness of his feet. Greg ory shut his jaws with a snap as he ut tered those words "we'll see." It was a desperate game the crippled plebe was playing. The slightest slip of the foot the least false move, and he would at the mercy of his merciless opponent. And even gra.nting that he kept him off, how was Clif ever to end the battle with only one hand? It was no wonder that the Englishman sneered as he rushed into that Clif however was not as helpless as everybody Naturally quick and active he was springing here and there, and dodging, devoting all _his e neroies to gettino awav not even offermg "' "' to strike a blow. He was in perfect trainina too but for the day's weakness. He "'' Id soon had his heavy and rather unw1e y opponent completely breathless from ex haustion. It all happened so quickly that Gregory had not even suspected any danger. His seconds had not even thought it necesrnry to warn him against tiring himself; for how could that fool of a plebe dare hope to win in the condition he was? The Englishman chased him '. ino him all about the clearing, a1111111g after blow that struck only the empty air. And then at last he and stood still; his chest was heavmg, his arms were half dropped--Like a flash Clif sprang in. He gave only one blow, but he put all his hope in that, and all his muscle. His fist shot out with the speed of a cannon bal.l, and landed full upon his opponent's ch111. Gregory's head shot back as if it would snap off. He seemed to take a flying leap backward through the air. He landed with a thud on the ground and there he lay in a motionless heap. Clif Faraday never saw him move again. For he stopped just long enough to be sure that his work was done, and then he turned and picked up his jacket. "That was a lucky blow,,, he observed to Grat. "It was the last, too, for I broke my thumb. Come on." And a half minute later the three plebes were on their way back to the Mo nongal.lela. Cadet Crane's English cousin was then just coming to. The following morning when her ma jesty's training ship Albert out on her way to sea a group of plebes on the Monongahela's forecastle broke into a cheer. At the same moment a small American flag flashed in each hand. Tr?1ley, dan7ino up and down, waved his over 111s and cried enthusiasticaily: for Clif Him bully Ameri can. Him defend his country's honor against all odds! Hurray!" (THE END.) The next Naval Academy novelette will be entitled, "Clif Faraday's Gal lantry; or, Balking a Conspiracy," by Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. Army and Navy No. 27.
JIM CROW; HIS STORY. BYD. H. PARRY. The boys on the ranch were divided into three parts: two-thirds of them took to him from the moment he came loping over the bluff on his wiry black broncho; the other third didn't quite know what to make of the youngster, and were not going to "give themselves away" to a follow who sprang from nowhere and didn't appear to be going anywhere else. It was a soft, golden evening when he came, and the boys were loitering round the ranch-house, smoking. He sat in his saddle as cool as a cucumber and looked from one to another until he had singled out Nat Hickory. "Are you boss?" he said, in a high, childish treble. Nat continued to roll the tobacco he was cutting in his brown hands, and we knew he had taken in the stranger from top to heel. "What can you do, young 'un ?" he said. "Round-up and herd, shoot any living thing at sight, an' ride any plug you've got on the range," replied the youngster, quietly. "This is a modest artide, boys," said Nat, grimly. "This is a specimen of human nater which it is refreshing to observe; perhaps our young friend will give us a show?" And before he could proceed any further with his chaff the boy turned his pony and did give us a show that brought a cheer from every throat. He rode the broncho at fully gallop over the plain in front of the ranch-house; stopped him dead, and came back like a whirlwind; springing out of the saddle, he ran along, vaulting in and. out several times, and hanging,. Indian-fashion, from the pommel; then he sat face-to-tail, and, aft e r a round or two like that, turned about, aud snatched Nat's sombrero from the ground amid a ringing shout. "Thunder, boy, but you ll do!" cried Nat, warmly; but the lad faughed, and pulled out a dollar-bit, unslinging a revolver from its case. "If one of you '11 lay a clod on top o' tlrnt hitching post, and another dollar on top o' the clod, I'll bet you this'n to that'n I'll bring it off twice out of three times," he said, throwing hi s coin into Nat's sombrero and handing it back to him. The boys were all 011 their feet by that time, and a dollar w a s quickly forthcoming and in position. The youngster rode past the post for a few yards, and, round, came back toward us at an eas y g allop. We thought he'd some fresh arran gement to make, for he never looked at the m ark; but half a dozen lengths this s ide of it, he lay back and fired behind him. ,There was a cloud of du s t fr o m th e broken clod, the coin lay unharme d 011 the top of the post, and the pouies in the corral whinnied at the yell we gave. Twice more he did it, and pccketed the dollar as if nothing had happened; and then, I can tell you, we looked at him all over, after we'd clawed and thumped him to show our good feelings. It was a strange face; the eyes, bright and piercing, were lau ghing eyes, and a curly mass of hair clustered round his forehead; but the lower half of his vis age, from the nose downward, was set
122-! ARMY AND NA VY and hard, and never smiled all the time we knew him. When the firm mouth opened, it was either to give s ome necessary reply or to let fall a dry saying which set the boys in a roar. I can tell you, Jim Crow was a character, and we never properly understood him until-well, until afterward! About a month before he turned up, another man had tramped to the ranch and been taken on; a man we nicknamed Jingo for some reason or other; and some how it got among us that Jingo and Jim Crow were connected, although I never could see that the notion had any basis of fact, for Jingo was a sullen, rather un pleasant fellow, hailing from Westsrn Kansas, against whom many of Jim Crow's quiet jokes were levelled. Not a word could we get out of the youngster, except that he had neither kith nor kin liviug, that he came into the world some where up North-which might mean anywhere-seventeen years previously; and that as for his riding and his tricks, well, he'd just learned them anyhow, and hadn't been inside a circus in his life, as Jingo had spitefully suggested. Jim Crow and I were riding side by side about a week after his arrival. The ranch lay ten miles behind us, and a little ahead two thousand beef steers, fifteen cowboys, a wagon with a white canvas tilt, and a string of led ponies were moving slowly across the plain, raising a cloud of dust, through which we could just make out their forms. We had as many miles to travel as there were steers in the herd, and I had calcu lated on a five months' trip of it, if there were no mishaps. Jim Crow waxed strangely communicative, for him, as we went, now over a sand-patch, now through the flowering grass; again looking sharply after the dog-holes, to avoid "swapping ends," as we put it; and somehow his talk made me think. "Been on this job before, boss?" he asked, carelessly. "Yes; I was through to Nebraska last year," I said. 'Get 'em along all right-any stam pede?" "No; we lost five head swimming a creek.'' "Snakes! you were lucky," he said. "No horse-sneaks?" "Nary one." "Hope we're as good this journey," he muttered, riding a little closer. "Why, what's up?" I asked. "He's up," replied Jim Crow, jerking his head toward one of the boys who came abreast of us, and then spurring off after a steer which had broken away. I looked at the other and saw that it was Jingo; and, it might have been fancy, but Jingo seemed to look a little anxiously at me. I didn't take mucl1 notice of it at the time; but afterward I saw things differently. For the rest of that day, and, in fact, all the next day as well, Jingo followed Jim Crow like a shadow, and he had every opportunity for doing so, as their watches lay together. It grew so marked that I became sus p1c10us. Cowboys are queer fellows, and one bad one may play havoc with you if he is so minded. Although Jim Crow could not write, I knew he was able to spell out, so I scribbled on a scrap of paper, during a halt, "Lose your 'bacca when yon come off after the first watch to-night and stroll over to me for some more. I want to speak to you." And I managed to give it to him without Jingo seeing us. We had the herd well in hand and did fifteen miles that day, which was good going, as we were crossing a plain intersected by.several mountain spurs, form-
ARMY AND NA YY 1225 ing deep ravines, awkward to travel with such a charge. It was a warm, night, clear but in tensely dark. I could just make out the outline of the wagon tilt, an
1226 ARMY AND NAYY hung on the grass stems and sparkled where the sun caught it. There weEe the ashes of the fire, and the wagon under which I had slept; the. re also were the boys lying in a ring round the charred embers; but not a steer was in sight, not a pony stood at its tether. The horse-thieves had cleared the whole outfit, and stampeded the cattle, and, what was more, Jingo and Jim Crow were gone as well My head throbbed, and I looked at Mexi can Joe. He had fainted. A strange tremor was in my limbs, and a vile taste raged at the back of my tongue. Dazed as I was, I at once real ized that something l: ad been put in our coffee at supper, and that we were all poisoned! I crawled from one to another, and shook my companions, but a grunt or a heavy sigh was all I could get out of them, and when I went to the man who had mounted guard over the ponies, I turned sick with the horror of it. He had been stabbed to the heart! Up to the brow of a knoll I scrambled, and searched the plain eagerly. To the south not a moving speck on the horizon ; to the east and north nothing but the bluffs and mountain spurs; but out westward, a half.mile off, there was a white patch, that made my heart thump when I saw it, and I went for that patch as the proverbial drowning man clutches at the straw. It was the last broncho of the outfit, a weedy old plug, I knew well, with the temper of a mule, but I secured him after, some trouble and rode back to the boys. Mexican Joe was on his feet, and I left him to bring the others round, while I made what I felt was a vain quest among the valleys and hollows. The trail of the herd led off up a ravine toward the highlands; a week's work might get them together again if, as I supposed, they had run for the pools at the foot of Mount Despair; but, without horses, there was nothing to be done, though there was just a chance that the "rustlers" had lost two or three in the dark. Anyhow, l felt more like hunting around "on spec" than facing the thirty odd miles for home with the bad news I could not get that Jim Crow out of my thoughts, there wasn't a doubt but that he and Jingo had worked the thing between them, and it would have gone hard with either of them if we'd met. For three hours I hunted, and saw nothing; I got all the life there was out of that old white screw, and then he gave it up and I couldn't move him. I dismounted in a hollow and let him rest-sorry that I lrndn 't gone back to turn out the boys on the ranch-and, while I stood fuming and distressed be yond all belief, a voice broke the silence, and Jim Crow appeared on the bank above me so suddenly that I could only stare like a man in a dream! Over he came with a whoop, clearing the white plug, and landing beside me in the sand; and I had him out of the sad dle on his back before h e could speak. "Now, you young--" I stopped, with my whip raised, for the boy's eyes were full of tears that i:ushed down his cheeks, and the most appealing look of reproach I ever saw on any face came into his as he looked up at me. "I'm sorry you thought that of me, boss," he said, getting onto his legs slowly; "I've come a heap o' distance to tell you, an' you'll find Jingo 'bout a mile t'other side o yon dip with my bullet through him. I tracked the ponies; they're all in a cavern on the mountain, an' there's two troops of the Seventh goin' up there now, so there'll be a fight!" I looked at the boy in astonishment. "The nearest troops are at Fort Ram sey," I said. went there," he replied quietly.
ARMY A;\D NA\"Y 1227 "See here, boss, I came to your ranch with a purpose; I've had it for five year now, since Rube Green's lot burnt us out I up home and killed mother and father. Father said to me when he was dyin''Jim, boy, it's Rube Green's done this; you've got to be equal with him.' And I reckon I'm 'bout so, for it was Rube Green's lot lifted our ponies last night, an' we're goin' to smoke 'em out, boss." He was into the saddle and away like a streak, and when I recovered my self pussession, I followed him toward the hills as fast as the old horse would take me. The gorge was an ugly sight, with the black rocks and the dead men lying around under the sunset. The gang had shown fight, and there had been blood spilt freely on both sides. The first thing I saw when I reached the spot was Jim Crow's broncho, shot through the head, and, higher up, a group of United States cavalrymen, bending round something in a blanket. He saw me coming, and in a moment I was kneeling beside him, with his hand 1n, mine. "Sorry you thought that, boss, but I know appearances was ag'in' me," he saia, and the smile had got into the lower part of the boy's face somehow. "I daren 't let on until the last minute,'' he whispered, "and then it was too late." A captain bent down and muttered in my ear: "Never saw such pluck; plugged five with his own hand; and when they shot his pony he jnst went mad and charged up the rocks like a buffalo; can't live an hour-two balls through his spine-poor little chap!" I looked in to the boy's eyes until my own filled, and it was all misty. I had a kind of frantic feeling, a futile desire to do something, to save him, to atone for my suspicion; but my heart sank, and the doctor, who was kneeling on the other side of him, rose with a quick glance at me, and went to tend elsewhere. "It's all right, boss," said Jim Crow, still smiling in a happy, weak way, "I ain't sufferin', an' I ain't got no folks to grieve, an' the mare's killed, so there's nothing to stay for. I'd sooner go out now. You '11 find the ponies here, an' the cattle was grazin' by the ponds three hours ago, 'cos I seen 'em." There was a short pause. I thought he was going to speak again, but he sighed instead, and his hand fell from mine and lay palm upward on the grass. The boy's wish was granted him, and Jim Crow had "gone out."
.. A ntlw1 of L Legacy of Per it," etc., etc, ("lN FORBIDDEN NEPA UL" \\'1ts comrne11ced iu 15. H:wlf 11111111.Jers ca.u he olita.i11ell from all newsclenlete. ) CHAPTER XXXIII. THH MISSING KEY. HE Englishmen had been tbe evil of separation. They were togt1ther in one cell -a cold and dreary place with massive walls, scantily furnished, and di111Jy lit by a grutiug high overhead. Tbe ponderous iron door was not opeued after it bad once closed upon them. Food and drink were passed throngh a wicket by a morose and priest, whose lips 110 entreaties or qnestiouing could force, and his was the only faC'e that the saw. They bad realized almost from the first tbat their i;ituation wus hopeless. Escap" was impossible. They lookerl for no help from Bbagwan Das, thiukiug it only too prollable tbat be was already dead or a doomed cuplive like then1selve8. That they were doomed tloey ue,er doubted, and the constant me11tal strain began to tell 011 their nerves. Day by day, night after night, they expected at any hour tbe dread summons to exe cution. Of what bad happened Since their seizure they knew nothing, but the thought of what might he M oriel Brabazo11 's fate often caused them to forget their own miseries and goaded them to a state of mad ness. Nigel made no secret of his love for the girl, and whenever he spoke of it Hawksmoor listened in moody silence and with a strange look in his eyes. One night the Englishmen were sleeping soundly on the dun:eon floor. For Nigel, at least, it was no dreamless slumber. He was living the past over again, and visions sweet and bitter conrsed through bis brain. So whe11 be suddenly sat up with a start, he was uncertain at first if he was a wake, or if a real band bad just tugged at bis arm. ::: But doubt llerl when he saw Hawksmoor sitting erect beside him, and caugi:Jt his low-muttererl "Bist !" Next be heard the rattle of a key, a snapping noise, aud that\ the big door creaked slowly inward on its hinges. Two men appeared-two dim figures in turbans and white.tunics. "S11bibs!" came a low hut distinct voice. A cold perspiration broke out on Nigel's fort1bead. "God help usl" be whispered. "They have come to lead us to death!" "Sahibs, are ye here?" Again the voice, and this time its articulation was familiar. Tbe truth flashed sud<'lenly upon the Englisbme11. They sprang to their feet, tremblingly crept 11earer and recognized the foremost figure as Bhagwan Das. And the revulsion was so great-the change .'rom hlack despair to glorious hope so swift-that for an instant they stood speechless, overcome by emotion and gratitude. They could have fallen upon the Hin doo's neC'k and embrnC'ed him. "Be prudent, sahihs," warned Bbagwan Das. "There is need of si!enC'e if I would dave you, and I have come for that purpose." "Thank God!" whipi:irP
ARMY NAVY 1:.129 Bhagwan Das? And are we sure of as much time as we ueed-euougb to give us a start after e are onee safe a wny ?" "The priests are sleeping," the Hindoo replier!, "and there is no reason why our escape should be discovered liefore daylight. Vasbtu may not miss the keys even the11, a11d as fo1 the man who kept guard outside of your cells-well, be will give us -uo trouble, sabibs. I crept upon him uuawares, aud tbrottled him uutil he was dead. Aud then l plaC'ed him agaiust the wall in such a position that when morning comes Ile will appear to ba alive aud awake." "That was a clever trick," said Hawksmoor, "and it adds to our chances." "\Ve bad better be moving, don't you think?" broke ill Nigel. "By-the-by, what did the priests intend to do with us?" "This would have been your last night on earth; sabi'is," Bhagwan Das answered, grimly, "and also the last for Ali Mirza. The three of ye were to have beeu put to death at midday to-mnrrow, aud in a way that would turn your blood colrl were l to declare it.'' "We don't want to hear it,'' muttered Nigel-"not now, any how." "No; wait until we are sure of our lives," added Hawksmoor. "Come, let us be off." With that they slipped noise lessly out to tbe corridor, and there wa a moment's delay while Bhag"an Das closed and Jocked the door of tbe ce ll tbe better to divert suspicion from the escape. Then, gliding in single file by the body of the dead guard, the four passed up some stone steps, and came to the level pro per of the monastery. From here they pushed on rapidly, bearing no sound but the patter of their own light footsteps. From 011e passage to another they came to tbe great a11d magnificen t room where Vaslltu had receivtirl Hawksmoor and Nigel, and this Bhagwan Das said was the main chamber of the priesthood of the second rlegree. Lea.-ing it at the further eud, they threaded the sa1Me long conidor leading to the court on which the Englishmen had emerged after their iourney in the boat. But now, just at the enrl of the passge, a door that they had not seen before barred tbe way to the court. Bbagwan Das inserted a key in the lock, tried it, and dl'ew it out. So Ile wen t through the bunch, one by one, while bis companions watched bim with growing anxiety. And at last ne turuerl about and faced them iu the , the lofty roof of the monaotery stretc h e d bet ween the lofty ra111parts that enclosed the valley, touching them on hoth sines. In front the mountain walls curved inwards to right and left, forming a C'i1cular court that mnst have beeB at least a hundred feet in diameter. Across this the precipitous mountains almost met again, a11d between them the contir.nation of the valley. narrowed to hnt a few feet, vanisher! in a forhidding looki11g black slit. The court, with moonlight, presenterl a dazzling picture. It was paved with g0Jc1, and along the sides a row of columns, cut in relief ont of the solid rork, were rolled with sbeetl of tbe same precious metal. In tbe v ery middle, facing the gate of the monastery and erected on a bro11
AR.lllY AND :KAVY Durgacleva was of pure gnl e greet gate of stone, tweuty feet high. Be yon
ARMY NAVY 1231 "Aud the side cuttings that we passed by-where do they lead to?" qne,tioned Nigel. Bbagwan Das shrugged his shoulders. "They are shafts dug for taking out gold and jewels," he .reJ.Jlied, "und would only to bide us for a little tune. Yet 1t co111es to 111y mrnd," hearlded, quickly, aud in au altered voice, "that oue desperate chance is let t us. What is it?" the Englishmen demanded, eagerly and simultaneously. "You know it, sahibs-the way by which I escaped forty vears ago. But the drnp from the parapet is far, and for half a mile we must swim against the cur1ent or cling to rocks, until we reach the fork of the rive;s. And then we may ll"d no logs on which to trust ourselves to the stream--" "Enough; we're more than willing to take the risks!" interrupted Hawksmoor. "Some of us, at least, will pull through." "All of us, I hope," said Nigel. "Why not, if we 11re g0od swimmers?'' "It is better to rlrowu," added Ali l\Iirza, "than to wait like sheep for tbe deatb the priests wiil give us." "Sahibs, we will try it," de<'larnd Bbagwan Das, "and may Brahma lend us aid!" He glanced up at the narrow streak of starlit sky visible between the crests of the mountains. 'Alas, that we should have wasted so much time here!" he continued. ''The breaking of tbe dawn is very near, and if that overtakes us--But come quickly! Hasten! hasten!" At once tllev turned their backs ou the gate, and rapidly retraced their steps through the windings of the gorge. Silently and anxiously they hurried ou, and when they reached the verge of the Court of the Ruby Crown a look of terror started suddeuly to Bbagwan Das' face. For what they bad feared "'.RS coming to pass! Already the sky was lumrnous with the dawn, and its white light \Vas struggling for mastery with the silver beams of the farling moon. "There is still time," exclaimed Hawksmoor. "See, tlJe monastery gate is closed, and from the silence those within are surely sleeping!'' "But it is the appointed hour-the day is breaking I" Bbagwan Das gasped, hoarsely" 'Brahma help us, sabihs The gate may open t!11s mstaut, and if any see us drop w" are lost. Quick!" "What do you mean by the appointed hour?" demanded Nigel. The old Hindoo was too agitated to reply. His limbs trembled as he led the way across the court. Tbey passed the image of the Serpent Queen, and were close to tbe parapet. But just then the peaceful quieL of the early morning was stabbed by a noise c l ose at hand-the chanting of weird voices, a tinkling of hells, and a clang of silver gongs. And at this Bhagwan Das seemed to have a spasm of terror. "They are corning! they are coming I" he moaned. "It is too late to drop into the river; they will hear 6he splash. We must hide, sahib Yonder is the only shelter." As he spoke be turned a little to the left of the parapet and dived in among the pillars that had been cut out of the rock wall. There was a narrow space back of them, as yet in shadow, and each pillar rested on a broad and high pediment. Hawksmoor and Ali Mirza crouched h'lbind one of the pediments, and Bbagwan Das and Nigel hebind another. The old Hindoo was trembling with agitation. "Forgive me, Davanant Sahib," he pleaded, in a &brill whisper; "I pray you forgive me. lf l lied it was for your own good.'' "If you lied!" e1'claimed Nigel. "Whai do you mean? What is to be forgiven?" "Hush, they aro coming!" muttered Bhagwan Das. "Look look sahib!" The tumult had increased, and Nigel forgot all else as be peeped cautiously out from one side of tbe shelterjng pillar. Suddenly the dawn brightened with a swift stride, the eastern sky glowed above tho mountain-tops, and at the same instant the great golclen gate of the monastery swung open. Then a prucession came forth, advancing with stately poml:" and ceremony into the Court of the Ruby Crown. First a score of priests of the sacred third degree, glittering with jewels, attired in long purple robes with white kummerbnnds and turbans, and all Ghanting in deep vuices. Next the high priest, Vashtu, dressed in spotless w bite; and by his side, pale of face, but looking exquisitely beautiful in her rieb garments,, walked Muriel Brabazon. Bebiud these two, clad like natin' 1lan
1232 ARM): AND NAVY of the Ruby Crown. Muriel was still in Nigel's arms and Matadeeu Mir, quivering with rage, watched tile two bloodshot eyes, yet not daring to touch them. For the mon1e11t none were in peril of life, save perhaps Bhagwan Das, so tearful was tile wrath ot bis fellow priests. They hotly denounced liim as a traitor, pointing to tile bunch of keys that dangled from bis kumrnerbund. '!'hat be was other tbau Punta Lal, the priest of the tllird degree, none suspected. At last, by stretching forth his lean arms, Vasbtu stilled the tumult. '' Feringhee, release the maiden '' be thundered, fix ing bis hard and gilttering eyes on Nigel. CHAPTER :x;xxvr. THE EMBRACE OF DURGADEVA. The high priest's words were unintelligible to Muriel, but she knew what be meant. Her low sobbing ceased; she drew herself gently from Nigel's arms, anrl looked about her with courage and spirit, as though she saw some llope in the cbauged situation, "I pray you have these dogs re111oved, and well guarded," MatadeeD .Mir said in the native tongue to Vasbtu. "Time presses-the day has begun; and there is much to do." Thell he approached Muriel, and with a little cry of terror sbe shrank away from him, and took refuge be side Nigel. '' Hernen1 ber thy promise, woman '' 'Matadeen Mir cned, fiercely. "Wait!" Muriel said, scornfully. She turned to Nigel and put a band ou his shoulder. "'!'ell me," she weut on quickly, "is it trne that my father was a prisoner iu the monast01y. and that be and you and Mr. Haw ksmoor were to have been set free as soon as I became the wife of the Pri111e Minister?" Matadeeu Mir would have pre1'ented the answer by force but the priests restrained him. "You were deceived by lies, Muriel," Nigel said, hoarsely. "Your father was never a prisoner-be is safe at the Residency. And the priests bad 110 idea of spariug Hawksmoor and myself; they intended to murder us to-day "You bear?" cried Muriel, confronting Matadeen :Mir with angry eyes and !lushed cheeks. "And so you would have deceived me I By lies you wruug that promise from me I I bate you and I will never marry you I Take back the promise; I will die before I keep it!" There was a loud murmur of voices, and then a sudden silence fell. It was evident, from his changing expression while the girl spoke, that Vasbtu had son1e knowledge of the English tongue. Now, in low tones, he begau to consult with sorue of the priests. Mata dee11 Mir's face was a picture of rage; he fumbled speecl.Jlessly with bis sword while he watched tile high priest. '.l'he sun had risen, and a shaft of golden light streamed 01er the mountain top and down into the Court of tbe Ruby Crown, hovering half-reluctantly about thA hideous and baleful image of Durgadeva. Nigel shivered as he met the mutelyreproacllful glauce of Hawksmoor and Bhagwan Das. He realized his madness now. He repented of the disaster be liad brought upou bis compauious, and for Muriel's sake he would ba ve gladly died theD sud there to undo the consequence of bis folly. He clasped tbe girl about the waist and drew her to him, and slle did not resist. Sbe looked up at him, and what he saw in her eyes marle bis heart tbrob wildly. "I must have been mad," Nigel said, hoarsely "Why did I interfere? It would have been far \Jetter had the truth been kept from you-far better if we had met our fate to-day without seeing you I We could .not escape from the monastery, though we succeeded iu hreaking out of our cell. And now, by my rash folly--" "Hush I" :Muriel whispered. "It is all for the best; my life would have heeu very short. I only promised to marry Matadeen Mir because I believed him, and thought that I could save my father-and you, who so bravely risked your life for my sake. But afterward I woulrl have killed myself, and I care not what happens now." "You are too young to die," said Nigel, with sharp agony in his voice. "My darling, God knows that I would willingly be torn limb from limb to save your life-to kePp you from the clutches of that heartless scoundrel!" As he spoke, a sudden stir, a murmur of voices, turned bis 111iud into a11otber cba1111el. It was clear tbat Vaslltn bad reacbed some important decision and was about to make it kuowu. But before could do so Matadeeu Mir brushed by Nigel and the girl and stood before tbe lligb priest. 'This is the appointed day," he said, lourlly. "Be hold the sun mounting higller I An
ARMY AND NAVY 1233 But his guilt was nlaiu to s ee-it was written ou every li11e of bis distorted features, on his tremhlil.g lip, i11 his madly-rolling eyes; and eager hands seized the detected plotter, Prin1e Miuister though he was, and disRrmed him and held him fast. Tbere was furi ous clamor for a moment, and tuen Vasbtu, having restored partial sileuce, signified that Hawksmoor should be allowed to have his way. A solemn hush felJ, and it was not broken during the thrilling seene thRt follo"'ed the high priest's con1-mand. At Hawksmoor's bidding a11d keen questioui11g tb. e hypnotized Khan revealed in plain and conl"incing tones all there was to know-how, being in early youth a skilful engraver on stone, Matadeen Mir hnd made him a sharer of his wicked designs, and in duced him to execute the forgery; how he had done the work at Katmandu and contrived to hide the tablet in the DnrhRr House of Yogi\; and how also he was to ha1 e been rewarded when the Prime Minister was the ruler of Nepanl. Matadeen Mir, held by relentless hands, looke:i and listened with silent lips, his face turned to the hue of ashes. The unhappy wrntch had lost hope, and the aw ful terror and agony in his eyes-brought there by the certain knowledge of his fate-was almost enough to have excited the pity of his enemies. Nigel illterpreted all that was being said to Muriel, and it gave him a pang to see that she took a hopeful view of the effect the
1234 ARMY AND NA VY The short journey to the gate was soon over, and with the key Vasbttrcaused the grnat mass of stone to swiug lightly open on iuvisible binges. The prisoners were pushed forward a few paces, and at their feet they saw a surface of smooth and slippery rock that sloped down steeply for a dozen yards to a narrow ledge; and the ledge was on the brink of the Pool of Death. : 'Go, Feringbees I'' Vasbtu commanded-'' go, Jest the gate iu closing pnsb yon off." Bhagwau Oas obeyetl with alacrity, sliding swiftly and safely clown the incline. H11wksmoor followed, and the two caught Nigel as he came next with the girl in bis arms. For a rnoment, while they looked eagerly and apprehensively about them, the Euglisbmen forgot tbe group of priests and the opeu gate abo,e. The ledge on which they stood, six feet wit bas dwelt here for three generations, grown fat 011 the bu man victims of the priests." "Hut bow did you escape itP" asked Hawksmoor." 'You passed through here on a log forty years ago?" "Yes; aud, by Brahma's mercy, I was saved. But as I drifted into the darn hole yonder out of the pool, I heard the reptile hissing aud splashing with rage." "Forty yeal's ago," muttered Nigel. "There was only the one serpent, you say?" "Yes, hut one." "Then it may have left th" pool long ago." 'It was the creature's bome-it never left it, sahib.'' "But it may be dead now?" Bbagwan Das shook his head. "These serpents live to a age-more than a hundred years," be declared. "Then why
ARMY AND NA VY 1235 that the two could f ee l tbemsel ves, in a seuse alone nnd fre e to talk. Tho low tones of Hawksmoor and Bhagwau Das, mingled with the gurgling flow of the river, s ounded quite at a distance. ' I llop e another bour or two will see ns at our jour uey 'send," Nige l began. "You are hungry and c o ld, I kuo w. I wish I conlrl have spared you this suffering." "t:luffering?" Muriel interrupted. "Do you call hunger and cold suffering after what we bave escaperl? Ah, what a debt I owe you l'' With a sudden movement sbe nestled rloger to him, and be felt the contact of her body, caught the per fume of her breath and hair, Nigel turned bot: his band clasped hers. and it tre muled in bis grasp. Then, in tbe darkness of the cavern, be threw his arms a.bout her slim form, and drew her tightly to his breast. "I love you l" he whispere d passionately. "l love you, Muriel, my darling 1 I tbink I must have l o ved you from the first-when we met in dear old Keuthut I did not know my own heart until that night at tile Residency. And now I cannot live without you!" The girl was silent, hut Nigel could feel the quick throbbing of her heart-the tumultuous heaving of her bosom. "Have you no worrt for me?" he pleaded, "Can you give me no Jove in return for mine?" Muriel lifted her arms and clasped them about his neck. ''I am too happy for speech,'' she whispered; and a tear fell on his cbeek. I do love you, Nigel. You are my hero-my king. 'fen timeH over you have risked a terrible death for my sake. I love you more than words can tell.'' "You are sure it is not gratitucle, my darling?" be asked, half fiercely. "It is love, Nigel-such a love as a woman can oi1ly know once. And yet you doubt my--" What further she would have said he smothered on her lips with hot and silent kisses, and a happiness and content that was too great for words tilled thf>ir souls. The moments passerl, aud they forgot the uncertainty of their fate-tbe doubt and peril that still hovered about them. Then, of a sudden, there was a shout from Bhagwau Das, e c ho e d loudly by Hawksrnoor. A bend of the rhauuel had revealed a distant patch of light-white and sparkling. With a cry Nigel sprang to his feet, lifting Muriel with him, and they eagerly hurried for ward. Larger aud larger grew the patch of light, and steadily nearer drifted the raft. A minute or two more, anrl all crouched low, as an arched opeuil1g, jagged with rock, dropped down as though it would c rusla tbem. And when they looked up, the blackness of tbe subterranean river was be hind them, and the raft had floated out on a little lake s ot among green bills. Yes, the y were saved at last 1 In the rear the giant spurs of the Himalayas towered one upon another, and in front, where tbe waters of the lake poured over its rocky rim to dash with the thunderous noise down through the lower m ountain the view was sub lime indeerl-a panorama of distant plain and forest. of tiny vil111ge aud sparkling stream, stretching far nuder the golden rays of the setting sun to the mighty 1'erai, and thence to the pul'ple haze that bid Lower India and the valley of the Ganges. Of its own accord the raft swung along the left shore, finally grounding on a spit of sandy beach. Witb hearts tilled with fervent gratitude the voyagers stepped once more on firm earth, scarcely able to belie"e that tbey bad passed the frontier of Nepaul, and that tbe terrible monastery of Durgadeva was miles and miles behind the towering Himalayas. But there was a look in Hawksmoor's eyes that none saw or understood than described. The four went on to Behal", and 011 the n1on1ing after their arrival Hawksmoor was among the missing. He bad gone without a word o f farewell to his companions, and as likely as not was already o n tbe way to some remote part of tbe glo be. For good reasons the strange things that the captives of the priests of Durgadeva had oeen in Nepaul, and their terrible adventures in that mysterious and for bidden kingdolll, were kept as quiet as p ossible; and though vague rumors got abroad, tbe truth wn s kno wn only in a very limited circle. Of course a full r e p ort was forwarded to Colonel Raincliffe, aud he doubtless communicated with the officials of the Foreigu Office in London. But the government took no open steps in the matter, nor was there a revolution or a change of rulers in Nepaul. Rao Bir Khan held the throne, sup ported by a new Prime Minister. Aud a new man was put at the bead of the army iu place of Pershad Singh, who was suddenly and secretly spirited out of exist ence-which deed w&s certainly done by, or at the command of, the all-powerful priestliood. India was by no means a safe place for Nigel and Muriel. The young officer sold bis rommission, and at an early nate Ile sailed for England with Lorin Braba zon and his daughter. He married Muriel three weeks after their arnval, aurl the happy couple settled rto wn on a snug little place in Kent. Nigel had safely kept tbe greater part of the diamonds picked up in the gorge near tbe Pool of Death, aud the sum tbat these yielded, added to tbe small iucon 1 e he possessed, made him as independent and prosperous as be could ha va wished to be. Uue choice stone be bad set in a ring, but it was seldom seen on bis finger. It was too con stant a reminder of what he won Id gladly have forgottrn-the Kalli river, the purple Lake o f Dacca, the monastery of Durgadeva, old Veshtu and bis fanatical prieFthood, and the tragic deat11s of Matadeen Mir, Ali Mirza and Dost Khan. One morning at breakfast, six months after the m11rriage, Nigel read aloud from the Times a brie f paragraph stating that the eminent explore r Tra, ers Hawksrnoor, had arrived safe ly at Vancouve'r from a daring and successful expedition to the heart of un known Alaska. "Dear old cliap he added. I hope he will lo o k us up one of these days. I wonrler -.by he left us at Behar without a word, like a thief iu tbe night! It was like bim, of course, but--" ''But what?'' Muriel interrupted, her cheeks flush eel and a strange ligbt in her eyes. "Oh, you men are s o stupid! I know why he disappeared so suddenly-at least I think I do.'' "Why, my darling?" "Because, lor:;g ago, he wanted to marry me," she replied. ''It was when we met iu Calcutta, but 1 I could not care enougb for him to be his wife. Ee s id he would always love me, and I tbink he meant it. Nigel rose and we.ut round tbe table to his wife: he stooped down and lnssed her. "I understand," he said. "I was blind before. P OPI' old rbap be acted like a hero! When I think of all that happened, I admire and honor Travers Hawksnoor above living ma.n. And I can pity him, my darling! For what must 1t he to love and lose a woman like you?" (THE END. ]
A YOUNG BREADW]NNER: 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. (Copyrighted, American Publi s hers Corporation. ("A YOUNG RRt1:ADWfNNEU." i11 No. 22. Ba.ck 11um\Jers <:an lie obtaiuNl or a1l 11ewfitlealers.) CHAPTER XIV. BACK TO NEW YORK. mND am I not to be considered in these arrangements at all?" broke out Colonel Starr, when Guy haa finished. "\Vho bas given you leave of absence, sir?" "I was uot aware that it was necessary for me to ask for such," responded Guy, quietly. "As I said just now, I have made uo contract with you, but in consideration of my leaving so suddenly, I will waive the right to re ceive any pay for to-night's services." The colonel conseuted to be mollified by this concession, and so it was settled that Guy should return to New York by tbe first train the next morning. From Mrs. Hammersley he took money enough to pay his raill'Oad fare but could not be prevailed upon to accept a cent more. "No, mother," be said, "there is no knowing how you may be situated. You know I do not trust Colonel Starr. By tbe way, bas he made any settlement for tonight's performance?" "No. I didn't think to ask him about it. Should I? Is it time?" "I will speak to Ward about it," sairl Guy. So wben the four met in the hotel parlor for a few miuutes, to talk over the performance before separating to theil' rooms, Guy rlrew young Farleigh aside and said: "The colonel Jed us to understand that a settlement' w()uld be made 11.fter each evening's entertainment. Has he said anything to your sister about it to-night?" "No, not till I jogged his memory about it," replier! Ward. "And then how much do you think he told me would be Ruth's share?" 'I couldn't guess, but it ought to be a good aeal, for the house was just packed." "That' s where you're wrong. Ten rlollars is all that is coming to her!'' "Ten dollars I" whistled Guy. "Why, there's some mistake, or e l se he's deliberately cheated you, us be will us. Didn't you make a fuss about it?" "Trust me for that. I rleclared that the size of the house spoke for itself, and that my sister ought to haYe a hundred dollars as her share of the re<'eipts at the very least. Oh, you know I'm not afraid of the colonel, Harnruersley, a11d I just reared around that box office while Ruth was getting dressed, till I got him pretty mad, I can tell you.'' "Well, and what explanation did he girn?" demanded Guy, hreathlessly, who, for his mother's sake, bad a vital interest in the matter. "Why, he told me that two-thirds of the house was 'papered,' let in free, because it was the first night and he wanted to get a good 'send off,' as he called it. Well, there's one consolation about it," adrled Ward with a fnnny little groan, "he can't have a first performance twice.'' "But he's equal to trumping up some other excuse to keep us out of our rights," rejoined Guy. "I don't believe half he tells me, and I'll venture to say he's clearer! a big thing by to-night's performance. One of the men about the theatre told me that Brilling was his native town, and that everybody was anxious to see what sort of a show he could get up." ''I suppose that's the reason be opened here,'' returned Ward, "but I say, old man, what's this I bear about your going back to New York in the morning?" "It's true; and I'm awfully glad the opportunity bas come. Perhaps yuu'll kuow some day why I feel so. I don't mind telling you now, though, that I haveu't been myself since you've known me." ,'I've noticed one tbing," returner! Ward, ''and that is that you've seemed livelier since you've made up your mind to go back to New York. But I shall miss you terribly, Hammersley. I'll have nobody with whom I can ruke the colonel ove1 the coals.'' "You can do it with me by letter if you will. As soon as I get settled I'll let you have my arldress, and then I V7ish you'd Jet me hear from you now and then, and tell me bow things are going. You know mother isn't as distrustful of the colonel as I am, and her accounts of matters are apt to be glossed over for the sake of avoiding rows. There, she wants me, and we'll probably sit up late talking over plans, so don't lie awake for me. Good-night." It was late when Guy and bis mother-for as such she insisted that be must still regard her-separated after that final interview preparatory to his departure. "But, Guy, why won't you let me give you some money beyond your traveling expenses?" sue pleader! "You will have your boarrl to pay, and may not succeed in getting anything to do for some time.'' "Well, is that any reason I should burden you with my supporU" returned Gt:y. "Other boys, younger than I, have made their way in great cities without assistance from their friends. Besides, I know bow re duced your stock of money is, and that your expenses will necessarily be heavier with Hal'Old to care for, to say nothing of the cost of the steps you must take to prove tba t he really belongs to you.'' 'Rut what if you are not able to obtain a position, Guy?" "Don' t fret about that. Didn't I get one at the shoe storo within twEnty minutes after I lost my first one?" "But you lost that one before the day was over." "That was only chance, Mr. Inwood happening to come in there. Rut I mean to do my bt>st to clear away that stain on my name <'onuected with that lost thirteen dolla1s. I know I rlidu't steal it. Some one must bave, and l mean to make it my business to find out who it First, though, I will go to the storage company and get tbat picture for you." "Stay at .Miss Stanwix's if she bas room." Guy promised and then bade Mrs. Hammersley good-by-for the train left 80 early in the morning that he would not consent to disturb her then. There were thus left to him but very few hours of sleep, and tbese be could not utilize. His brain was all afire with the strange happenings of that night which bad marle him motherless, while still she to whom be gave that name Ji,ed. But his reflections were not all tinged "'ith melancholy. Mingled with them was an rnspiriug sensation
ARMY AND NAVY 1237 of independence, of liberty to go back to the city where his fair faille had bee11 sullied, a11d wrestle with fate till be bad remove long would be a man or a woman. ''If I was the hero of a story book,'' be said to himself, "a rrealtby merchant would come in at the next station, take a seat next me, pull a roll of bills out of his pocket as be takes out his ticket, which drops on the floor, and I pick up aud restore to him instead of pocketing, to be rewanled by the offer of a twenty dollar a week position iu the mercba11t's office.'' Guy bad just about added the finishing touC'hes to this pictul'e when tbe traiu drew up at the next station, and the only passenger to enter that <'ar was a small boy of eleven or twelve, with fair hair, a pale but interesting face, and a carpet satchel so heavily laden that be could barely carry it. Staggering under his burden, be reached Guy's seat and dropped into it, quite exhausted. But ha was up again in a minute as a little girl's bead appeared in the doorway, and a trembling voice cried out: "Good-by again, Jacki" "Oh, Tot, get off. quick! You will be killed," and the boy made a wild rush for the door. Guy saw him take tbe little girl in bis arms for one brief moment, then he disappeared with her for an instant, and, just as the cars moved off, be came back slowly, trying to look out at the station over the passengers' heads, and witL a suspicious glitter in each eye. CHAPTER XV. JACK BRADFORD. Guy's heart was touched by tbe sight of this very little fellow who was evidently setting out on a long journey by himself. For the moment be forgot his own trials and perplexities, and wonderetl. if he could do nothing to throw a little brightness into the life of his ;;eat-mate. "Wouldn't you like to sit next the window?" be asked, presently, "I'd just as lief change places with you." The grateful look that flushed the pale face of the boy amply repaid tbe older lad for the slight sacrifice in"olved in making the <'hange. "Thank you," the little fellow said. "You see I know all the country round here just as wellJ and I mHyn't see it again for a long, lone time. Look, off yonder! there nre the woods where we go for nuts and Ben Wiggin fell out of a tree and broke bis arm last fall." "Did be?" ejaculated Guy, finding that he was expected to say sometbi11g. "Yes, and here's tbe river where we go swimming," went on the boy, pressing his face close agninst the glass to catch a last glimpse of it as the train dashed the b1idge with the usual hollow rumbling. "I came 11ear' getting drowned there 111st winter. I skater! rigbt into an air hole. I was getting awful cold when they pulled me out. Did you ever fall through the ice?" Guy was compelled to admit that be bail never afforded anybody tbe opportunity to make an heroic rescue; but another sort of ice being thus broken, the two boys, the big one aud the liLtle one, were soon cbattiug like old friends. It did not take long to learn bis companion's story. His name was Jack Bradford, be bad lost his father a11d mother a month before, within a week of each other, and there was only his little sister Nellie and himself left. Sbe bad been adopted by tbe family of a kind neighbor, where Jack himself bad been given a borne till his Uncle John-for whom he bad been named aud who lived in New York-could be beard from. "We hadn't seen him since I was a little baby," Jack explained, "and almost tbe last thing papa said was that I must have bis advice. So Mrs. Wiggin wrote to him, but there didn't any auswer come for ever so long, because you see we d!dn 't kuow exactly where to the letter. Wben uncle got it though be wrote back aud said be was porter in a big Japanese store on Broadway, and that if I'd <'Orne on to New York be could get me a place ascasb boy there at two dollars a week, an' I could lil'e with him an' Aunt Louisa. But it was awful havin' tci leave Nellie behind. I'm goin' to work dreadful bard, though, an' perhaps so111e
1238 ARMY AND NAVY ing. Won't it be ever and ever so much out of your way?" "No, because I don't, know yet just where my way is," laughed Guy, for hti knew it was now too late to get in at Miss Stanwix's that night, and had decided that he would take a room at some l.Jotel. "Here comes a car now.'' It was after ten when they got out at Fifty-uiuth street and started to cover the remaining rlist1rnce on foot. Jack was terribly sleepy, and Guy himself pretty well woru out. lf he could only haYe foreseeu that which lay before him 1rnd which was uow so close at hand, all sense of fatigue would have been forgotten. On reaching Sixty-Third street and finding the row of apartment houses which bore one-ninety as their pre dominating number, the problem presented for solu tion was which of these was the abode of the Bnd fords. Again Guy studied the letter from Jack's uncle, and finally concluded that the final figme was either a seven or a one, and as the one was uearer at hand he decided to try there first. But one difficulty was surmounted only to make way for another. It was after ten o'clock, as has been said, and the outer door was closed and locked, cutting off access to the bells inside. But Guy did not allow this to stand in his way long. Taking bis cane, he tapped with it against the window on his left, belonging to the lower flat of the building, aud through the shade of which the glow of gaslight made itself apparent. A scream, half stifled, followed the rap, and then the shade was run up, the sash raised, aud a girl's hE!ad thrust out of the window. She was about eighteen and rather pretty, but her face was spoiled by tile evident know ledge she bad ot her attract10ns. Her hair was banged on her low forehead almost to her eyebrows, diamonds that must have been paste glittered in her ears, a horseshoe breastpin gleamed in the gaslight from the street lamp at he1 throat. But this lamplight whi<'h revealed her display of jewelry to Guy also shone full on his face, and be uad scarcely time to make these observations set down above, when the girl C'ried out: "Oh, have pity on me, aud don't give me up to the police. Come in quick, before au officer happens along, and I will con fess, l will, truly." For one brief instant Guy thought the girl must have lost her senses, then the meaning of it all came over bi111 like a Oash. He had seen her befol'0. It was at the office of the Fireside Favorite, and the cause of her present terror was the belief that be bad come to tell ber be knew it was she who bad stolen the thirtee11 dollars. Truly, his befriendiug of little Jack had brought him seedy reward. 'l'he boy's eyes were round with wonder at these uu11ccountahle proceediugo, but be asked no questions, anti in two minutes the door was opeued, and the girl's voice int.be hallway bade them come in. l:'lo absorbed was Guy in the matter which so vitally concerned his own welfare, that for the time being be forgot all about the object that had brought him into the neighborhoow pane. "Corne into the parlor here," whispered the girl, "and don't make no noise, for I wouldn't have father know f:>r worlds.'' Sbe led the way into a room, with chairs stutl'ed with horsehair standing at stiff 11ngles about the edg.,, a red and green carpet, a cbrnmo of a girl holding a bunrh of grapes, over the mantelpiece, and an engraving of George Washington 011 horseback, between the windows. Tbe girl closed the door by which they had entered, then did the same by one leading to the re11r of the Oat, and finally came up to stand in front of Guy and say in a pleading voice: "Tell me what you want me to <.lo, only don t let them take me to jail." CHAPTER XVI. GUY FINDS THE THIEF. "Then it was you who stole that thirteen dollars from Mr. Inwood, and you knew that I was bearing the blame of it?" Guy could not a'"oid giving a bitter ring to his tones as he stood faciug the girl who had been the means of bringing upon him all the mental mi!
ARMY AND NAVY 1239 "Why, for clearing my name in this way. Of course it was your duty to rlo it, but I cau't help hut feel grateful. And now I will say good-night, hut I mustu 't forget to ask you first the question that brought me here. I want to know if John Bradford Ii ves in this house The girl dropper! the pen with which she bad been toying, and sprang to her feet. "Au' is that all you knocked on the winder for?" she asked, her breath coming hard and fast, while lrnr eyes fastened themselves on the pocket where Guy barl bestowed the confession as though she had the intention of making a spring to recover it. "Yes,'' truth compelled Guy to admit. "Yon see, this little hoy here,'' turning to Jack, who, during the writing of the letter, had fallen as]Aep in the rockingcbair, ''wants to flnrl hiR uucle, and we were not sure of the number, eo--" "Aud then you rlidu 't kuow I took that money till I told you just now?" cried the girl, in as loud tones as she dared use witllout fear of awakening whoever might be in the back room. 'I knew it as soon as you screamed and beggerl. me not to send you to jail," confessed Guy, wishing with all his heart that he had postponed inquiri11g about tb" Bradfords till he got outsi1le. He could easily hn ve found some one about to giv" him the information he wanted. "Then I gave myself away, and you basely took advantage of lllY in11oce11ce to worm that confession out of me. If yon are the gentleman you look to be, you will take it out of your pocket and tear It iuto a hunrlred pieces before my eyes." Guy stared at the girl thunderstruck. "Why, if I should do that,'' he retorterl, Mr. Inwood would still believe that I was the one who took his money." "Well, you a1e a man," persisted Lottie Crapfel, "and ought to be willin' to bear the blame to shiei
1Copyrigl!ted, Ametican Pu\Jlishcrs' Corporatiou.) ("TOM FENWICK'S FORTUNE" was comlllenced in No. 19. Back unm\Jera cau \Je o\Jtaincd from all newsdealcrs.1 CHAPTER .X:XII. THE GOLDEN .MOUNTAIN. ITH tbe lightest of hearts '!'om gathered all together, every moment expecting to hear the tramp of horses' feet and the cheery shout of those 1 ho bad so opportunely come to his assistance. But though he broiled and devoured a buge slice of mountain mutton, after which ht1 saddled the lnrlian pony and fidgeted impa tiently for a full hour, tbe silence remained unbroken as before. The very throbhing of bis own heart sounded like muffled drum beats. And wbeu finally T<'m beard the sound of a tolling hell-not clear and distinct, but faint and distaut, yet seemingly unmistakable-be be gan to think it was tune to be gett;.iug Ol't of such weird surroundings. Of course he kne1V" thut his overwrought imagina tion with nerves at a tension as a of the recent exciting events wns probably tbe origin of what be seemed to hear.' But without further rlelay he mouuted and urged his pony from the spot. To make his way up the stony rlec!ivity ou the left, to the sot from which the three shots bad been fired very nllturally Tom's first move. It was a toil some climb, and eveu tile sure-footed Indian pony barely found room to squeeze tbrougb the narrow spaces between the irregular masses of volcanic whicb lay scattered in e1ery directiou. Reuchiug the highest terrace. "!'om saw, rather to bis surprise, that before him ou tl!e west, a wide range of country lay in plain sight. But not a human being 01 llloving object could anywhere be seen, thougl1 this was not strange, owiug to the broken aud hilly nature of the lower land beneath. Here was the spot from which the fire bad pro ceeded, for three empty brass shells lay ou the stony soil behind a natural barrica1le of roclc Tom dis mounted and examined them. Two, he saw at a glance had been ejected from a Wiucheter, tbe third from an ordinary Sharpe's carbine, like the one that bad be longed to Blueskin. Tom couldn't understand it at all. Nor did the flinty nature of the soil admit of tracks or hoof prints being seen. Wboever they were that had appearerl in time to Sllve bis life, they bad as mysteriously disappeared. Aud a great feeling of disappointment came over him. But all conjecture was vain. Tom took out his pocket compass and tried to study out tbe situation. Through the Virgin Pass the cou r se had been nearly southwest; and Carl bad said tbat Fort Wager was only a hundred and twenty miJeg distan_t. "Southwest it shall be,'' rlecided Tom. And then, too, the flying Utes, as also Montez himself, bad taken an almost opposite direction. Whereupon he started bis pony down tbe declil'ity, vaguely wondering what possibly could happen next. As tbe sun climbed higher and higher it seemed to burn n way the faint vapors remaining from the morn ing mists-greatly wideuiug tl!e range of visiou. And clearly ontlinod against the hard, steely blue of the sky, Tom saw, a little to the l'igbt of bis intended course, a solitary eminence of such pecular shape as to be particularly uoticeahle. It was sort of cone-looking, Tom expresses it, as though it had been sawed oft' trnnsversely about one third of tbe way up, leaving a perfectly level top-at least so it looked at tbe distance from which Tom discerned it. But that distance was twenty miles or three score the pecnliar rarity of the atmos phere made it imposs ible to determiue. Tom did not think very much about it at the first, further than to note its is olation aud peculiar shape. But toward the close of clay the purple tiuts of the mountain-if so it might be cnlled-changed gradnally to a dull golden glow iu the mys of tbti ettiug su11. An meditations as he j.:)llrneyed on, would <'ast a side g!llnce at the singularly shaped mountain on. his right, wbicb was now assuming definite proportions. !ts slope was so abrupt, as seen on nearer np proach, that the sides appenred almost. Yertical, though the alternating colors-the lifds an
ARUY AXD NAVY 1241 great eminence itself bad a power of attraction not unlike the magnetic mountain mentioned in the story of Siu bad the sailor. So, some four days after bis escape from the, Utes, Tom found himself camping dowu for the night 011 the edge of a river which ran with great velocity directly toward the singular with its apparently lernl to]J, uot over teu miles distant. OverlieaOice, somewhere outside the circle of light cast by the camp fire, took up the strain: I've taught my heart tho way to prize l\Iy home-sweet home, Auel lea1 ne
1242 ARMY AND NA VY "Here where we vos camp. Same place I mean as over twelve year ago your fatllel', Richter and Ille camp when we vos attack by Injuus, like I tells you before.'' Pl1il was interested at once. Geary went on: "Your father stan' close to dAr bank uigb the willer clump, loaditr' his rifle, 1Ylleu der bullet sbtrike him. I see him topple over into der stream. Tbeu we baf it ban' to ban' 111it a dozen Apaclies." "I suppose there was no possible cbauce that father escaped," interrupted Phil., who, standiug 011 the spot designated; was gazing thoughtfully into the dark, ruslling torre11t below. ":010. If be vos not shot troo his bead, be 1nus' drown. But it is &ime for ter start. Come, boys.'' It need hardly be explained tlmt the destination of tbe three was Flat Top Mou11tain, 11ow so near that its banded sides, glowing iu the sunlight, seemerl not more than a pistol shot distaut. Yet it was nParly noon before the base of this strange forniation-one of Nature's most wonnerful freaks-was reached. Tbe cattle were unhitc-bed, and the tilted cart dis posed rn a thick gl'owtb of uak and pine, <'lose to the bank of the same river ou which they bad camped before. Called, by a misnomer, Rio Salinas, or Salt River, this tributary of tbe Hio Colorado bnd, some Il:liles further to the soutb, hollowed out for itself one of those wonderful canyons which are amoug the "sights" of the West. Where they were encamped, however, the river banks were of orJiuary height, aud thickly woodoo. Rising directly from it, an'1. in'1.eed forming a mile or two of the eastern bank, was the monutain, as I am obliged to call it for lack of a more titting nallle. Elsewhere I bave spoken of it as a mesa, which Trim tell me is incorrect. A mesa, be tells me, is a tract of land isulated1 so to speak, by reason of a vast canyou on either s11le, too wide to be spanned-the ides too steep to be scaled. A mesa properly is not elevated abo e the surrounding country, as are the vast table lands of New Mexico a11d Arizo11a. Inrleed. Flat Top Mouutaiu had more the appearance of one of these smaller tracts of table laud standing nloue hy itself. But, howe,-er. this is at flrst sight certai11ly appeared as though their long and tiresome journey had been taken in vain, if merely attaining to the summit from five to six hundred feet above them barl been their only object. With the exceptiou of 11 few il'l'egularities and projections, every side seemed almost straight up and down, as a subsequent j.:iurney around its base proved to them. Yet there must have been a way of reacbiug the top a century or more ago. And what it have been? At the foot, on the northern side, an acre or more of ground was covered by immense masses of mit1gled quartz aud sandstone, which perhaps bad been riven from the face of the beetling wall by a tlrnnderholt. Dutch Geary's idea was that here in other dnrs bad been a way of rnaching the top-rlestroye1l by some erratic shaft of lightning. Yet this, after all, was purely conjectural. "There vos for it but go ba<'k so poor as we haf <'ome," he g,umbled, as on the second night of tbeir arrival tbe three assembled again about the camp fire. "Yet my father, you say, wag sure of reacbiug the top," said Pbil Amsted, thoughtfully. "Yes. ij.ut be kep' to hisself how it VOS to be done. Time 'nulf to tell how, when we get there, be say. And der secret die mit bi111. "If he is dead," murmured Phil. For a curious fancy sometimes occurred to bim tbat in some way James Amsted bad escapP
ARMY AND NAVY 1243 through the prospector's field at something in the distance. "What is it, Tom?" "Looks like Indians on horseback. But they are so far oil' I can't make out plainly." Geary snatched the glass hastily from Tom, and pointed it in the direction iudicaten. "Dot vos 110 lnjuu. Buff'lo, by the great horn spoon I" CHAPTER XXV. A HUN'r AND A VOYAGE. All was now excitement. The dream and the possible gold of Flat Top Mountain were for the time forgotten iu the reality of genuine live bufl'alo not much over five miles away. Carbines and revolvers were examiued and cartridge belts slung. There were only two horses, so, after briefly imparting certain instructions to Tom and Phil, Geary started o n ahead, making a long detour to get t o l eeward of the gaEpiug herd, "'hich numb ered about tweuty. The boys' impatience would not allow them to remain long behind. Very soon they took their own departure from camp, witli high anticipatious of baked buffalo hump for supper. Each led bis pony, keeping concealed as far as possible behind the irregularities of the rolling land. And in due time the three reached the entrance to the sbaJluw ravine where the herd were feeding. Geary stole cautio usly round to the opposite end. Tom and Phil, mounting their respective steeds, a waited his signal. A long, low whistle was soon heard. The leader of tbe drorn-an immense hull bison-lifted his shaggy head, uttering a snort of a larm. "Charge on 'em!" yelled Phil, with carbines unslung and at full cock, tho impetuous bunters dashed forward. The herd at once broke into a lumbering trot, which increased to a gallop as the pouies, as mucb excited as their riders, gained rapidly on them. Tom rushed bis horse to the side of oue of the hairy monsters, and, remembering Geary's iutructions, fired two shots in quick succession, aimiug as nearly as possible behind the fore should.er. Tbe buffalo tottered and fell heavily on ,its side. Tom, untlble to contain himself, uttered a triumphant yell which was not ecboed by Phil. For that uufortunate youth, after wildly firing right and left into the thick of tbe herd, bad a cartridge "jam" in bis carbine. lladly flinging tbe usel ess weapon to the ground, Pbil, after escaping the furious charge of a buffalo that be had wounded, drew his revo l ve r from its bolster, and tum bled over a half-grown cow. Geary's rifle cracked as tbe herd dashed through tbe head of tbe defile, and a bnfl'alo fell as a matter of course. It was long after noontide when the party, flush ed with victory, got back to camp, brillging with them tbe hides of the slain animals, as also a goodly supply of the choicer cuts from the younger and tenrlerer cow that Phil had killed. In the morning, Geary stretched Rnd "pegged" the skins, from tbe untler side of which he carefully c l eaned the bits of flesh and fat. After whicb be briefly announced his intention of trying to follow up the hArd alone. 'I did not think sbtraigbt yesterday, or I would shoot more times. Now I rem em her I want tree, mehbe four, more skin. And while der mule shall be r est, I goes on der hunt." Neither Tom nor Ptlil bad the slightest objection Juneerl, they were rather pleased tban otherwise, as Genry's absence nould enable them to carry ou t a certaiu project they had been quietly talking o e r be tween themselvAs. So the blue keg was fillerl with rive r water, and t ogether, with a few stores from tbe wagon, packed upon one of the horses. Mountiug tbe other, Geary t ook the loaded animal in tow. "Don't you do no mischiefs while I vos gone," he called ont. "Maybe I come back in one-maybe in two day. Look out rler mule not stray off Goon-bye I" "Happens just right, eh. 'l'om?" laughed Phil. And tben the two begau operations. Selecting a suitable spot on the river hank, Tom felled half a dozen small cottonwoods, wbicb be cut into proper lengths and rolled to the water's edge. Meanwhile Phil, with his sharp hunting knife, pro ceeded to cut into strips the skins of the two bufl'alos slain by the boys. 'l'hese knotted together made a line more than sufficiently long for their purpose. A few shorter strips were used to lasb the Jogs together, after they were pushed into the water. Some wide pieces of bark, laid across the Jogs to form a platform, completed the raft itself. One end of the hide rope was made fast to a tree on the verge of the ri ver-the rest was coiled down on the raft. Tben a haversack was filled with a few necessaries their r.arbines slung over their shoulders, and, taking with tbem the axe, as well as Geary's field glass aud prospecting tools, the intrepid voyagers committed themselves to the raft, having provided poles to be med if needful, though depending principally upon the line. The poles at first were not found necessary. The downward current. less strong near the shore, seemed to drive the raft close in to the bank. Slowly Tom, being the stronger of tbe two, paid out the line. "If we find we have been on a fool's errand, we can pull ourselves back, and Geary need not be the wiser," was Phil's only remark, as the raft swung slowly round the projecting cliffs which hhl the river face of the great sandstone wall from their view. "We should have to ancount for stripping up the buffalo bides, though," returned Tom, with a nervou1> laugh. In truth he was not thinking just then of explanations-he was only wondering "bat would become of them both if the sketching line should happen to part. For with a turbulent roar the river rushed past them like a mill raC'e-its black waters seething and boiling over many a smooth upstanding boulder further out in the stream. And as the raft drew fairly by the projection, a glance down the current showed tbat in the course of successive ages it bad worn its way d eepe r and deeper, till on either baud rose the frowning walls of a mighty canyon. But something of far more importance claimed the attention of both a moment later. In tbe face of the cliff was a vast rift or cleft-probably brought about by some terrible convulsiou of nature centuries before. The continuous action of the water had worn a way the soft saudstone on either side of the chasm till tl sort qf bowl-shaped opening was the result. And with feelings of astonishment too deep for words, they saw a shelving ledge rock at tbe further side of this strange opening. Tom balf expected that in another moment it might be thronge'1 with the strange, despairing looking people of his dream. But Phil, excitedly seizing one of the poles, pushed tbe raft to the uatural landiug-place, and sprang ashore with a shout of exultation! "Don't this beat Sinbad the Sailor all hollow?" he exclaimed, aud Tom nodded-he bad no words at command just then. Leading up from the shelving ledg e was a flight of rude steps, cut in tbe sandstone and shale, following the irregular course of tue cleft. 1 t did not take long to secure the raft. Tb en, ui dd ing the prospector's tools between them, the pair, too much excited for conversation, began the ascent. Strange and conflicting thoughts were thronging Tom's brain, as, taking the lead with tbe axe in one han1i a11d a pick in tbe other, he toiled upwar
/ff AND COR.R.ESPONDENCE. A slight change in the departments bas been made in this week's issue of Army aud Navy. It is a result of the contest in which we askerl our reader&' opinion regarding their choice of stories ond departrnents. That contest proved conclusively that but few were interested iu the stamp column. It our aim to give our readers jus t what they wish we have abolish ed tbe stamp department and co nsolidated ''Editorial Chat" and "Correspoudence." * Commencing with No. 29 the naval anrl military radet stories will be considerably lengthened, that being tbe earnest desire of a va&t majority of readers who are deeply interested in the fascinating stories of ra det life at West Point and Annapolis. Other changes tending to greatly improve Army and Navy are contemplated, and will be made in due time. * The beginning of the new year will see the monarch of juvenile publications a monarch indeed. It is far anrl away the best and brightest boys' publication now with its forty-eight pages, its splendid illustrations, anrl its special Sllries of cadet novelettes, but there are even better things in store, and our young friends will do well to keep an eye upon it. * In this number will be fouud the prize article on amateur journalism. Mr. Fargo, the writer, has given a terse, comprehensive and deeply interesting description o f the needs of a b eginner in amateur publishing. He gives in detail the articles necessary and the cur reut prices, also ad,ice based on practiral experience. Several other letters submitted in the contest will be published. In passing l e t us remind you that au amateur short story contest is now running in the '' Amateur Journalism" department. * Next week will be printerl the opening cbapters of a uew serial by William Murray Graydon. It is entitled "The Cryptogram. A Stirring Tale of Northwest Canada,'' aud is written in that happy vein for which tbe talented autbor is farnous. It is needless to dwell upnu the literary merit all!] skill of lllr. Graydon. His host of readers and warm admirers throughout all America give proof enough. If y0n w o uld like to confer a favor upon yonr friends tell tbem of Mr. GrayJon's new serial. * J. A. S., Philadelphia, Pa-The business of custom-house broker is considerer! a good one. In all ports o f entry tbere are many wbo derive consid!'rahle income from this profession. As you are now engaged in a broker's office we think you could not do bette r than to rlevote yourself to it. However, experience should teach you whether the work is to-your taste. * "B. B. J Clif," New York.-1. The United States navy list gives oue hundred and thirty-three vessels of all classes. 2. It is impossible t o say which is the best warship afloat. Several claim the honor of p ossess ing the best craft. * n. E T ., Boston.-Defective eyesight necessitating the use of glasses i s a decided bar to admission into either the army or navy. Officers aurl men seen wear ing glasses have contrncted the necessity after their admiss ion into the service. * A Reader, Rochester, N. Y.-1. Tbe expense varies. In 1896 it was $100 at West Point and $196 at Anna polis. 2. See series of special articles on Rules and Regulations recently publislled in Army and Navy. * "Roylance," Cincinnati, 0.-Read the special ar-ticles <111 Rules aud Reguatious governing admission into the Naval aud Military service recently published in Army and Navy. * C. S., Fairboro, N. J.-1. The pay of a second lieu_ tenant in the United States Army is, mounted, $1,500, not mounte d 81,400 annually. 2. Write to the War Department. * H., J ersey City, N. J.-A graduate of a common school shonld be able to pass the required examination for admission into the An11apolis Navt1l Academy. * Student, Toledo, Obio.-1. Sixty five per cAnt. 2, 3 and 4. Write to the Secretary of \Var fo r this information. 5. Algebra and geometry. 6. No. * H 0., Philadelphia, Pa.-1. We do not contemplate publisbing stories by the authors mentioned. 2 The subjects h\lve not yet been selected. * K. J., Bi11ghn111pton, N Y.-It would be far cl.leape r to buy the chalk. Cousult any dealer in drawing materials. * S. M. C., Hillsrlale, J\1ich.-Your sugge&tfon bas been taken uud"r consideration. * G. E.W., Knoxville, Pa.-No.
(73rie f items of tit l c resl 011 loc a l amateur atl1/ct1c s at th e various college s and schools are wt'// also be publish e d if unt lo J/Jis department.) "Descriphons and sco1 es o f malrh g-anies Cycling Notes. To the general riding public the. introduction of the chainless bicycle of the m.1ulel .wb1ch experts almost universally unite in as.sert111g will be. tbe standard for future cycle co11struct10n has been balled as the cyclmg event of the year, apart from matters pertaiuing to tl10 race track. That it is practicable few all through an other crowd of eleven, SPe them push, pull, grab and throw each other, see almost mortal combat just to gain a faw points, just to win a little fame for their respective colleges, perchance, aud not be thrilled with excitement? Every such spectator then talt breathing spell while the only lucky work in t.110 whole afl'air is cloue. He sees the oval go between the posts or miss them altogether, just as the player happens tu !Jave the knack or otherwise. Kicking this kind of a goal is knack-there is no other name for it. The merest grammar-scbool boy !Jas often been seen to do it persistently with ease, whereas an experienced, scientific li11e player could not accomplish it once in ten times. Tl.!e only n1eritorious kick is the goal from the field. Then the enemy is kept back, bead work is used to get tbe ball to the player who attempts it, and he bas to be qnick as well as accurate. Tbe play is made when the excite111ent of the crowd is at fever heat anrl is often a C'rowning feat after a series of almost super human anci thrilling efforts. The only pity is ti.lat it is not attemr. terl oftener. Spectacularly it is more attractive than the touC"bdown, and practically it is almost as difficult.
ITEMS OF INTEREST ........ .,,,..-./""""""V ........ ...... Mile s and Kno ts. A statue mile is 5,280 feet long. It is our standard of itinerary measure l\dopted from tbe English, who in turn adopted it from the Romans. A Roman military pace, by which distauces were measured, was the length of the stAp taken by tbe Roman soldiers, and approxin1ately five feet long; a thousand of these paces was called iu Latin a ruille. Tue E11glislJ mile is therefore a purely arbitrary measure, enacted into a legal measure by a statute passed during the reign of Queen Elizabeth; it lias no counectiou witb l\UY scale iu na ture. A nautical mile, on tbe other haud, is equal in length to one-sixtieth part of the length of a degere ol a great of the eartb. But tbe circumference of the earth is nowhere a true circle; its radius of curl'ature is variable; hence the nautical mile, as a matter of fact, depends for its length upon the shape as well as the size of the globe sailed over; and hence, strictly speaking, the length of the nautical mile shou l d vary with the latitude, from 6,0-!6 feet at tbe equator to 6, 109 feet at the pole. Such extreme accuracy is not necessary in navigatingl and cannot be well attained without undue labor. Tie Englisli Admiralty, tlierefore, have adopted 6,080 feet as the length of a nautical mile, which corresponds wltb the length of one-sixtieth of a degree-or oue minute uf arc-of a great circle iu latitude 48 dagees. The United States Coast Survey has adopted the value of a nautical mile "as equal to one-sixtieth pl\l't of a degree on tbe great circle of a sphere whose surface is equal to the surface of the earth.'' Tb is gives the length of oue nautical mile as equal to 6,080.27 feet, which is very nearly the value of the Admiralty mile adopted in the English navy. Practically the nautical mile is 800 feet longer tbau the statute mile. In other words, one nautical mile is equal to 1.1515 statute miles; or one stl\tute mile is equal to 0.869 nautical miles. Multiply 1rnutlcal miles by 1.151.'i, aud the product will be statute miles; or, multiply statute miles by 0.869, and tbe product will be nautical miles. The Lions Woke Up A lion tamer's power lies not only iu his courage and self-po ssession, but in his understanding the temper of the aui1uals. It is perilous for anyone but tbe ta111er himself to attempt any liberties with them, however iudifl'er ent and well-disposed they may seem. A noted lion-tamer relates in his memoirs a terrible adventure. He was &itting at the entrance of the m enagerie, and the entertainment was about to begin, wheu h e heard a piercing cry. This was followed by a furious roaring, aud cries of "Help, help I" by many voices. He rushed iu, and this is an account of what bappe11ed: "All eyes were turne d toward one of the cages. It was appalling. A poor fellow in Ill)' employ had been Jifteu from the ground, and was suspended outside the cag e in the claws of four lions, one of which was eating his arms. One glimpse of that horrible sight and I ran, r efiecting in a second that to go rouud by the cages and get in by the ordinary entraucE> would in volve a fatal delay, and I decided ou the desperate expetlieut of raising the grating o.'.l tue side toward the sp e0tators, and so crawling into the cage. "How 1 did it, how it happened tl1at I was not -caught aud mangled, I do not know. But suddenly I wns ou my feet in the midst of thut s>1vage feast, with neither stick nor whip, and only my fists for weapon, I struck aud I commauded. The lions fell back and lf'ft fall their prey. I hurried out of the cage, and was greeted with enthusiastic applriuse. I thought the poor fellow was dearl. But he was taken to the bospitnl. his wonnrls were dressed, and he l't'CO, -ered. Then I askncl hi111 how it. happenerl. H<> said: 1 'WltPn I passed those g entlen1P11'-hP Rpoke courteously of the Iious-'1 wished to caress them. Three were asleep, aud one was awake; that one misunderstood my intention. Be waked bis comrades, seized me, and but for you I should certainly ba..-e made a meal for them.' '' The heroic lion-tamer goes on to relate that the king, being informed of act, decorated him licly, and the people feted b1m and loaded lnm with honors. Ou this occasion, be says, though he was not used to beiI1g afraid, be was so agitated tbat bis limbs shook; be was faint, and could hardly see. He soon recovered himself, however, and bis pleasure in this public recognition of bis bravery was marred only by a regret tbat bis father could not be there to enJOY it. All Underground. The most remarkable canal in the world is the one between Worsley and St. Helen's in the North of England. It is sixteen ruiles long and uudergrouud from end to eud. In Lancashire the coal-mines are very extensive, half the county being undermrned, and many years ago the managers of an important colliery thought they could save money by transporting tlie cc.al under ground instead of ou the surface_ So the canal was constructed aud the mines drained at the same time. Ordinary canal boats are used, but the power furnished by men, and the metho d of propulsion 1s unique. Ou the roof of the tunnel are placed crosspieces at regular intervals. The men lie on their backs upon the loads of coal and push with their feet against tbe cross-bars on the roof, and thus they move fol'ward the barges. Ages of Animals. According to some naturalists, tbe length of life of animals is as follows: 'l'be rabbit lives from six to seven years. The squirrel from seven to eight years. The fox from fourteen to fifteen years. The cat fro111 fifteen to seventee n years. The dog from sixteen to eightee u years. The bear and wolf, eighteen to twenty years. The rhinoceros fro111 twenty to twE>nty-two years. The horse from twenty-two to tweuty-five years. The heu from twenty .fi l'e to twenty-eight years. The porpoise from twenty-eight to thirty years. The camel and cow one hundre d years. 'l'he tortoise one hundred and ten years. l'be eRgle one hundred aud twenty years. The elephant four hundred years. The whale one thousand years. Cork. The cork oak is said to grow and even thrive in America, hut the material ohtained is such an inferior quality that all attempts to raise it here have been Rba11doned in favor of the product from southern Europe. Spain and Portugal produce .th e b est. corks. The finest cork oak forests are fomld rn the rntenor of thes e countries, those near the coast being liable to the att.acks of a parasite which quickly d estroys them. The tree s are not barked nutil the y are fifteen years old; after that they <'an undergo the spoilatio n ev ery three years without detrimeut. A strong, healthy tree will yield its bark for one hundred aud fifty years The season for stripping tbe tre e is in the summer, and the work gives e111ploy111ent to a larg e uumbe r of m e u "ho can earu on an 11 verage about P.O c ents a day. The of manufacture is simple It <'Onsists of b oiling the bark in sheets to thicken and make it more elastic Rfter whi c h the corks l\re stalllped out of the sheets. A II over southern Europe ml\ny artic l es, su<'h a s rnffins. kit<"11en pqils, pillows. shoes, b oots and rlrinkh : g n1e n1nc! e frnn1 cork.
:@: :_@_: :: AJJti :_@_: A SHORT STORY CONTEST. To encourage amateur writers in tbe United States, Army and Navy offers a moutbly prize of five dollars in gold for tbe best sbort story written and submittery best course which the a111ateur rnblisber can pursue, I respectfully submit the same to the reader's opinion, and will, in this article base my plan on this idea. COMPOSING. Young compositors will do well in having a printer instruct them in the first principles of their work, and h.v observance of the following rules, they can do nicely: Space uniformly between words. Keep nicks 011 type out or toward you. Begin every sentence with an em quad. Be careful to divide words only on syl ables. Keep rule between lead and new line. Learu you1 case tborougbly. ARRANGEMENT OF PAPER. Paper is nrnnufacturey girn you more time for collection, preparation and announceme11t. It might be well also to issue quarterly, or on special occasions, an extra edition of your paper to be sold at 5 cents pe1 copy. ESTIMATE FOR COMPOSING ROOM OUTFIT. WHAT TO BUY. 50 lbs. 8-point, or brevie1, body type 10 lbs. 11-poiut, or small pica, body type 1 heading for paper 1 sub head . 1 font 8-point breder gothic 1 font 10-poillt or long pri111ier gotbic 1 font type for date l font type for beadings 3 fonts 111etRl border (headings) 10 ft. brass rule 20 brass dashes . 2 pair news eases (second hand) 4 2-3 job cases . 2 double colnnrn brass galleys 2 6-incb composing stieks 10 pounds six-to-pica leads 1 lead case 1 imposing stone 1 proof planer and mallet 1 proof roller, ink and slab 1 benzine can (safety) and brush. Total $19.00 3.3(' 1.50 .35 1.60 1.40 1.50 2.00 3.00 ;;o 1.20 2.00 2.40 3.75 1 50 1.00 .75 2.00 .65 1.10 1.50 $!\2.00 Tbe type above meutioned is usually subject to a discount of 25 per cent. The other articles from 15 to 25 per cent. discount.
1248 ARMY AND NA VY Funny Sayings. Feed and Fed, Teacher-" What tense is feed?" Boy-" Present tense." Teacber-"Wbat tense is fed?" Boy-" Past tense." Teacber-"Correct. Give an example. Boy-" After the wan feed the waiter he got fed." Marriage Popular. Little Girl-" I wonder what' s tb' rnason all our scho ol teachers go an' get married." Little Boy" I guess it's 'cause they likes to boss." The Old Man's Hobby. Adorer (anxious to please tbe old gentleman)-" Has your father any bobby?" Sweet Girl-" Yes, be has, and it's such a funny one. It's dogs." Adorer (delighted)-" I am somewhat of a dog-fan cier myself. Which is bis favorite breed?" Sweet Girl-" It changes constantly. Every time I m a year older he gets a bigger dog." Plenty of Range. Mrs. De Flatte-"The janitor won't let the children step into the ball a moment. You told me the children would have plenty of range." Agent (St. Farnlie Flats)-"Yes'm. The range is in th e kitchen." The Detective Umbrella. Customer-"Lookee here! The first time I used this mis erably cheap umbrella I bought of you, the black dye soaked out anrl dripped all ove r me." Dealer-'' Mein frient, that was our new patent self detecti ve umbrella. If a y one should steal that, you'd know him by his clothe Rather Stale Bread. Mrs. Slimdiet-"Tbe boarders are coming in. Cut the bread, Matild11." Miss Slimdiet-" Ma, I saw in a society paper to-day that bread should be broken, not cut. ' Mrs. Slimdiet-"Tbat's the style now, eb? Very well. Where's the axe?' True After All. Winks-"'l'here's a man worked for a street car company for forty years. Now be is too olian r etired from practire. hnd placed in his ha111ls hy a u East ru1ha m1As1011.u-y tl1 e formula ot a simple vegetahle f01 the apeeehility an
ARlVCY AND NAVY 48 LAROE MAOAZINE PAOES. Three Serial Stories by the best Writers. Two Complete Naval and Military Stories. Sketches, Special Articles, Departments. ALL FOR FIVE CENTS. LIST or STORIES ALREADY PUBLISHED. No. 1 Mark M allory a t W es t Po i nt. C l ifford F a rad a y s A mbiti on A T a l e o f a Naval Sham Battl e. 2. W inn i n g a Naval Appoint m e n t ; or, C lif F a r aday s Vict o ry. M ark M allory's H e roi s m ; or F i r s t S t e p s T o w a rd W es t Po i nt. 3. The R i v a l C andi d a t es; or, M a r k s Fight for a M i lit ary C a d e t s h i p. Clif Far a d ay's Endura nce; or Pr e p a ring for t h e Naval Academy. 4. P assing t h e Exa min a t i o n s; or, Cl i f F a r aday's Success M a rk M allo ry 's S t ratagem ; or Hazin g the H aze rs. 5. l n W es t P o int a t La s t ; o r M a rk Mall o ry's Triumph. Cl i f F a r aday s G e n e r osity ; o r P l ea din g a n En e my's Cause. 6 A N a v a l P l e b e s E x p erienh; o r C l if F a rad a y a t An;:a p olis M a rk M allo ry 's Chum; o r, The Tria l s o f a W es t Point Cadet. 7. Friends and F oes a t W es t P oint; or, Mark Mallo ry's Allian ce. C lif F arada y s Forb ea r a n ce ; o r The Strug gl e in the S Jntee s H o l d. 8 S e ttlin g a Scor e ; o r C l if F a r a d a y s G allant Fight M a rk M allory's H o n o r ; o r, A Wes t Point M ys t e r y. 9. Fun a n d F rolics a t W es t P o int ; o r M a rk M allo r y s Cl eve r R escue C lif F a raday' s D efia n ce; o r Brea kin g a Ca d e t Rul e 1 0. A N ava l A ca d e m y H azing; o r ClifFa r a d a y 's Winning Tri c k M a r k M allo ry's B a ttl e ; o r Pl ebe Again s t Y ea rlin g 11. A W es t P o int Combine; or, M ark M allo ry's N e w Allies C l i f F ara day's E x p ed i en t ; o r the Tri a l o f the C r i m so n Spot. 1 2. The En d of the F e ud; o r Clif Fa raday's Ge n ero u s R eve n ge. M a rk M allory' s Danger ; or, I n t he Shad o w o f Dism i ssal. 1 3 M a rk M allory' s F ea t ; or, Makin g F r iends of E n e n 1 i es CJ i f Faraday's R aid; or, Plebe Fun and Trium p h s. N o. 14. An En e m y s Blow; o r C lif F a raday in Pe ril. M a r k M allor y in Camp; or, H azing t he Y e arlings 1 5 A W es t P oint Comed y ; or M ark M allory s P r actica l J oke. C lif Fa raday's Escap e ; o r F oiling a Da r ing Pl ot. 1 6. A Pr acti ce Shi p Frolic; o r How Clif F ar aday O utwitted the E n e my. Ma rk M allo r y s C e lebrati o n ; or, A Fourt h o f Jul y a t W e s t Po i nt. 17. Mark Mallory o n Gu a rd; or, Dev i ling a W es t Point S e n tr y. Cl i f F araday, H e ro ; or, A Ris k for a F r i end. 1 8 An O c e a n Mys t ery; 0 1 C l ifFa 1 a d a y 's Str a n g e Adventure. Mark M allory s Peri l ; o r A T es t of Friend ship. 1 9. A W es t Point Hop; or M a rk M a llory 's D e t e rmin a t i o n C l if Faraday's Troupe ; o r An Ente r t ainment at S e a. 2 0. M ark M a llory's Peril ; or, The Pl o t tin g of an E n emy. C l if Fa1 a da y s H a zard. A Pra c t i ce C rui se I nc ident 2 1 A Waif of the S e a. Mark M allo ry's D efia n ce; o r, Fighting a Hundred Foe s 22. M ark M a l lory s D ec i s ion ; o r F acing a N e w D a nger. Cade t s A s h o r e ; or, Clif F a r a day's Adv e n t u r e in L i s b o n 2 3 S a v ing a Kin g ; o r Clif F a raday 's Brave D eed M a rk M allo r y s E sca p e ; or, foiling a n En emy's Plot. 2 4 Ma,-k M allory's S trange Find ; or The S ec r e t o f the Counterfe it e r s Cave Clii F a r a day's D e liv erance An Adv enture i n M a d e ir a. 2 5 A Peri l of the Sea. M ark M allory's T reas>Jre; o r a Midni ght Hunt for G o ld 2 6 M a rl< M allo r y s o r The Theft o f th e Counte rfeite r 's Go l d CJ if Faraday's Combat; o r, D e f e n ding Hi s Country's H o n or. 2 7 C lif F ara day' s G allan try; o r B a lkin g a Con s p i r acy. M a r k M allo ry's B a rgain; or The Story o f t h e S t o l e n T reas ur e. BACK NUMBERS ALWAYS ON HAND. Address Army and N avy, STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., New York City.
Cadet School Stories. "The Monarch o( Juvenile Publications." ARMY AND NA VY. A Weeklv Publication OF FORTY-EIGHT PAGES AND ILLUMINATED COVER. PRICE, FIVE CENTS, Subscription, ---$2.50 Per Year. Fun and Adventures Among West Point and Annapolis Cadets. TWO COCMPLETE STORIES EACH WEEK DESCRIBING IN FAS CINATING DETAIL LIFE AT THE FAMOUS GOVERNMENT ACADEMIES. These stories, written by graduates of the academies, are true in every particular, and show vividly how the military and naval cadets enjoy life whil.e learning to become officers in the military and naval s ervice. ARMY AND NAVY. is the only weekly published devoted to stories of school cadet life at West Point and Ann a polis. . PRICE, FIVE CENTS __ FOR SALE 'BY ALL NEWSDEALERS. STREET & SMITH Publishers 2 38 William St., NE'-.V YORK CITY.