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. : : i I FUN AND ADVENTURE AT WEST POINT AND ANNAPOLIS Mark, without a sound, plunged downward. : i : i : 5 CENTS i ("Defending His Honor; or, Mark Mallory s Darin g, by Lieut. Garrison, U S A Com ple t e I n thl.s number )

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THE CADET BA TT ALION, UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY. Bv JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. WHILE the institution at Ann apol is is distinctly a naval academy, and although the aim is to instruct the cadets first of all, in subjects r elating to seamanship, navigation and gunnery, at the s a me time it is necessary to include in the course of instructi on all the details of the military profession as well as of the naval. Accordingly the practical work of the cadet includes, among other things, drill at seamanship, construction and handling of e n gines, practical navi gation, navy signalling, handling of guns mounted aboard ship, infantry a nd artillery tactics, and fencing. The artillery drill is limited to the use of l ight nav a l guns such as can be carried aboard ship and tr a nsferred to the shore by landing p a rties in boats. The infantry drill however, is very comprehensive and thorough, a nd the cadet battalion at Annapolis ranks second to none. In the fall a nd spring at least half of the available drill periods are devoted to infantry, a n d it is a welcome relief to the c a dets to l ay as ide the intricacies of seamanship, which had become monoto nous during the summer cruise, and march once more behind the Academy band, whose l eader knows well how to please and put life into the cadets' work, through the rendering of attractive marches. It must be remembered, however, that certain details of the infantry tactics of the navy differ from those of the army. It would therefore be difficult for the Annapolis battalion to compete with one of military organization, provided th at certain evolutions were required to be performed accordi n g to ar m y tactics. During the month of May and graduation week in June the cadets give a dress parade every evening at six 0 clock, after the other drills of day _been finished. This p ara de a ttracts eve n more people to Annapolis than s1m1lar parades at West Pomt attract to that Academy.

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ARMY _AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. Issued weekly. By subscription, $2.)0 per year. Entered as Seeond-Clas s [Jr'fatler at the New York Post Office S'TREET f:J' SMl'TH. 218 W1i/iam Street. New York. Copyrigltted 1898. Editor, ARTH.UR SEWALL. January 8, ; 898. Vol. 1. No. 30. Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: Defending His Honor (Complete story), Lieut. Frede11ck Garrison, U. S. A. Clif Faraday's Disguise (Complete story), Ensign Clarke Fitch, U S. N The Cryptogram (Serial), William Murray Graydon A Providential Delivery (lllustrated Short Story) E. A. Carr Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Serial), Frank H Converse A Young Breadwinner (Serial) Matthew White, Jr. The Treasure of lsora (Serial) Brooks McCormick Land on Your Feet (Poem) Sam Walter Foss PAGB. 1394 1408 1424 1426 1428 1432 1436 Editorial Chat Department 1437 Amateur Journalism Department 1438 1439 Result of "Criticism Contest" Items of Interest all the World Over Our Joke Department Department 1439 SPECIAL NOTICE. IN the next number of ARMY AND NAVY will be published the opening chapters of a splendid serial on New York life, enti tled "A Diamond in the Rough; or, How Rufus Rodman Won Success," by Arthur Lee Putnam. The popularity of this author is a guarantee of good work, and we feel assured the rt
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Defending His Honor; OR, MARK MALLORY'S DARING. By L.ie'1t. Freeteric.h:: Garr.isor:i, u. s. A.. CHAPTER I. A CHALLENGE TO BATTLE. "Hey, there, wake np !" "Um-nm. Don't bother me." "Durnation Git up, man--" "Say, Texas, didn't I tell yon I wanted to sleep this hour? Haven't I been awake now two 11ights in succession helping you haze the yearlings? Now I want to take a nap; and let me alone." The speaker was lying on a bianket beneath the protection of a roomy t ent. Then tent was one o f Company A, in the summer camp of the west Point cadets. The speaker wore the uniform of a "plebe," or new cadet; he spoke im patiently, and when he finished he lay down and started to continue his inter rupted nap. But the other, a tall, bronzed-featured lad, also a plebe, was not going to be re buffed as easily as that. He gave his t entmate another poke, and brought him to a sitting posture again. "Say, Texas!" began the latter, angrily. "Wake np !" repeated "Texas." "Ain't you got sense enough, l\lark l\1al lor y, to know I'm not pesterin' yo u fo' nothin'? Git yo' eyes open thar and listen I got something to te!I yon. I know you 're sleepy-thar ain't 110 n eed tellin' me tha t aire agin. I know .von w ere up night afore last hazi11' them dnrnation ole yearlin's, an' last nigbt, too, 'cause they tied us 11p an' fired us into a freight train goin' to New York. But this hyar's more 'portant than sleepin' !" "What is it?" demanded Mark. "There's a committee from the first class wants to see you.'' "What!,, "Thar, naow I knew you'd get yo' eyes open," laughed the other triumphantly. "What do they want?" inq11ire
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.ARMY AND KAVY 1395 make you s orry, dog gone their boots Yon made 'em madder sin c e b y lickin' one o f e m whe n the y da re d you t o An' now they're c omin' roun' to git square." 'Do you rne au they're going to make me fight every m a n in the class as the y s a i d?'' inquire d M ark. "That's j es what I do!" cried Texas, gl ee fully. "Jes' exactly! Come out hyer an' see 'em yo'self." l\lark had b een making his toilet before the little l ooking -gl a ss that hnng on the t ent pole; h e turned the n and accomp anie d bis friend ant of c amp and over to Troph y P oint, where s a t in a ll stateliness :rnd di gnity three solemn looking seniors, a committee from the first cl as s to Mark l\1-allory the desp erate and defiant and as y e t untame d "B. J." pl e b e But he w as n t going to r emain untamed very l o n g if that committe e had anything to d o with it. They ro s e at his approach. ' l\1r. l\lall o r y ? ' said the spokesman. l\lr. l\fallo r y b o w e d. "Yo u c ome fr o m the fir s t class, I believe, ' h e said. ''Let us proceed right to business." The committee, through its spokesm a n cleare d its throat with a solemn ''Ahem!'' M r. M a ll ory, s a id he, "1 presume y o u have not forgotten that a short while ago yo u venture d to d e f y our class openly. The class has not for gotten it, for such c o n duct in a pl e b e cannot be tolerated here. Your conduct ever since you came ba s been 1uib earably defiant; you have set at naught every cadet Jaw of the Academy. And therefore, as the class warned you b eforehand, you must expect trouble." 1\lr. Mallory bowed; he'd had a good deal of it already, he thought to himself. "The clas s has been waiting," conti11ued the other, "for you to recover from the effect of a dislocated shoulder, an injury due to 'another unpleasantahem-accident--'' "Or, to be more specific," inserted Mark, very mildly "due to the fact that I was-er-attacked by some-ahemfifty members of the first class in a body." "Not qui le so many," sairi the chair-man, flushing. "The incident 1s re-gretted by the cla s s. '' "By me a lso," said Mark, rubbing his shoulde r suggestively. "It appears," the other continued hurriedly, ''that you are now recovere d. Therefore, to be brief, the cla s s has sent us to inquire as to your wi shes co11cerning the duty you undertoo k when you v en tured to defy them. You know what: mean. You stand pledged, a11d you will be compelled to defend yourself before every member of our class in turn until yon agree to apologize and become a plebe once niore." The spokesman stopped and M ark !,lnswered without hesitation, looking him squarely in the eye. "Tell the class," said he, "that l am ready to meet any one it may sel e ct, to day if necessary, and in any place they choose. Tell them also 1f they could manage to select one of those who helped to injure my shoulder I should con sider it a favor. Tell them that I have nothing to apologize for; tell them that I r enew my defiance, with all pos sible courtesy, of course; tell them l once more refused to be hazed, and shall refuse even when I am beaten; and--" Here tht" excitable ex-cowboy, who had been listening with mos t evident delight sprang forward with a whoop. "An' tell 'em," he roared, "dog gone their boots, ef lhey lick Mark fair or foul they ain't hardly begun what they'll have to do! Tell 'em, sah, tbere's a gennelman, what never yit run from man or devil, named Jeremiah Powers, sah, son o' the Hon. Scrap Powers, o' Hurricane County, Texas. Tell 'em he's jes' roaring for a scrap, an' that he'll start in w1iar Mallory quits! An' tell 'em--" But the committee had turned away and started across the parade ground by that time. The committee didn't consider it necessary to listen to Mr. Jeremiah Powers. Mark had listened however; and as he took Texas by the band the excitable Texas saw in his eyes that he appreciated the offer. ''And now," said Mark at last, "if I'm to do some fighting I'd best go back and finish that nap. Pll need to make up for the sleep I've missed.'"

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1396 ARMY AND NA YY The adventures of Mark Mallory and of the rest of the Seven Devils, his secret anti-hazing society, during the two nights past have already been described in these pages. The lack of sleep involved began to tell hard on them, for during the day they were worked hard along with the rest of the plebe company. An important event had happened to that company to-clay, one that had made a great change in their lives. A month and a half of drill and discipline, the most rigorous possible, had been judged to have had its effect. And that day the plebes were honored by being put in the cadet battalion. Previously they had "herded" alone, a separate roll call, separate drills, separ ate seats in Mess Hall. Ent now all was changed. The plebe company was broken up, the rnem bers each going to their own company in the battalion, to hear their names called with the others at roll call, to march down to meals and sit with them, too. And that afternoon for the first time the plebes were to march on parade, Mark and Texas under the command of Fischer, cadet-captain of Com pany A. Concerning Fischer, the high and mighty first classman, it may be well to say a word, for he will figure prominently in this story. Fischer was a member of the first class, and its idol. Tall, handsome and athletic, he made an iclealcap tain; even the plebes tho11g)1t that, and strange to say, our B. J. plebes most of all. For Fischer was a fa1r-mi11clecl, gentlemanly fellow and more than once he had interfered to see that Mallory got fair play with his enemies. He came in that same afternoon to have a word with Mark as to the latest excitement; it was an nn11sual thing indeed for a cadet captain even to speak to a plebe, but Fischer chose to be different. And, moreover, Mallory had earned for himself many privileges most plebes had never dreamed of. ''I got a letter from y011r friend, Wicks Merritt," said Fischer. "His furlough is coming to an end. Poor Wicks is very mnch agitated for fear you'll be hazed out of West Point before he gets here. But I told him there wasn't much danger. I think you'll stick." "I shall try," laughed l\fark, while Texas sat by in awe and gazed at the young officer's chevrons and sash. "I shall try. Have you heard of my engage ment-the latest?" "Yes,'' answered the other, "I have. That's what I can1e in for. I don't envy yon.'' "I don't myself," said the plebe thoughtfully. "I don't like tQ fight. I'd a thousand times rather not, and I always say no when I can. But I've vowed I wonldn 't stand the kind of hazing I got, and I dun 't mean to so long as I can see.'' "I wish you luck," said Fischer. "I've told the men in my own class that, for I haven't forgotten, as they seem to, the time you rescued that girl in the river.'' "Do you know who'll be the first man I meet?" inquired the other, changing the subject. "I do not; the class is busily holding a conclave now to decide who's the best. They'll send their prize bantam the first time, though I doubt if we've a man mttch better than Billy Williams, the yearling you whipped. Still you've got to be at your best, I want to tell you, and I want you to understand that. \Vhen a man's been three years here at West Point, as we have, he's in just about as perfect trim as he ever will be in his 1 ife." "So am I," responded Mark. "Yon are not," said Fischer, sharply. "That's just the trouble. I wouldn't be warning you if yon were. I've heard of the monkey shines you've been kicking up; Bull Harris, that good-for-nothing yearling, was blowing round that he'd put yon on a train for New York. The whole thing is you've been losing sleep." l\lallory tried to pass the matter over lightly, but Fischer was bound to say what he'd come for. "I suppose it's none of my business," he continued, "but I've tried to s e e you get fair play. And I want to say this: You rush in to fight those fellows to-day, as they'll try to make you, and you '11 regret it. That's all. As challenged party the time is yours to name. If you refuse for a week at least, I'll back you up and see that it's all right, and if you don't you'll wish you had." Having delivered himself of which sage

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.A.RMY N.A. YY l39i counsel the dignified captain rose to go. Perhaps his c o nscience tronuled him a little anyhow that he'd s tayed so long in a plebe tent. He thought of that as he came out and e spied three members of his ow11 class coming down the street and looki11g at him. They hailed him as he passed. "Hey, Fischer!" They were three who had been the "committee;" they were a committee still, but for a different purpose. Their purpose was to s ee Fischer, aud when he came toward them, they led him off to one side. The message that committee had to give was brief, but it nearly took Fischer off his feet. "Fischer," said one, "the feliows have decid e d about tliat Mallory business." "Yes," said Fischer. "What?" "They've decided that you'll be the man to meet him first.'' And the committee wondered what was the matter with Fischer. CHAPTER II. "I HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE A COWARD.'' Something which happened immediately after Fischer left the tent effectually drove from Mark's mind all ideas of fight s and fint classmen. It was the blessed long-expected signal, a roll upon the clrum the summons to fall in for the evening's dress parade. And oh, how those plebes were "sprnced up," the four membe rs of the Seven Devils who roomed in Mark's tent had taken tnrns looking over each other in the effor t to find a single flaw. A member of the g uard trying for colors was never more immaculate tha11 those anxious strangers. Of the many pair of cluck trousers allotted to eac h cadet every pair had been critically inspected so as to get the very whitest. Buttons and belt plates were little mirrors, and every part of guns and equipments shone. When those four "turned out" of their tent they felt that they were worthy of the cere mony. It was an honor to be in the battalion, even if you were in the rear rank and could see nothing alL the time but the stiffiy marching backs in front. And it was an honor to ha\'e your name called next to a first classman's on the roll. The cadet officer had known the roll by heart and rattled it off in a breath or two; bnt now he had to read it slowly, since the new names were stuck in, which bothered him if it did delight the plebes. It was a grand moment when each plebe answered very solemniy and pre ciseJy, to his own; and another grand moment when the cadet band marched down the long line to its place; and another when the cadet adjutant turned the parade over to the cliarge of the officer in command; and finally, last of all, the climax, when the latter faced about and gave the order, "Forward, march!" when the band struck up a stnn ng tune aud amid waving of flags and of handkerchiefs from hundreds of spectators, the all delighted plebes strode forward on parade at last. How tremblingly and nervously he stepped! How gingerly and cautiously he went through the manual of arms! And with what a gasp of relief he finally broke ranks at the sunset gun and realized that actually he had gotten out of it without a blunder! Then they marched him down to supper. Formerly the plebes had marched dejectedly in the rear and sat over in an obscure corner of the room. That had its advantages, how ev er, for he did not have to pour the water and wait till everybody else was hdped, and he was not subject quite so much to the merry badinage of the merciless yearling. On the whole he was rather glad when supper was over and after marcl1ing back to camp was dis missed for that ciay at last. Mark and his chnm. who as we have see11 were now interested in nothing quite so much as sleep, or lack of it, mad e for their tents immediately to go to bed. But once more the fates were against them, for scarcely had they entered the door before another cadet rushed in. It was the excited first captain, ancl he was in sllch a hurry that he had not e,en stopped to remove his sword and sash, the remnants of "parade." He bore the news that t11e committee had imparted to him; and its effect u11on Mallory may be i magi n eel. "Fight you," he gasped. "For Heaven's sake, man, you 're wild."

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.ARMY .AND N .A VY "I'm as serious as I ever was in my life," replied the other. "The committe from the cla ss told me just. refore parac'le. '' "What on earth made them select you?'' ''I don't know)" groaned Fischer. "I hac'I a couple of fights here-I whipped Wright, the man you knocked out the time when the class attacked yon so disgracefully. And they seem to think I'd stand the most chance, at least that's what the committee said.'' "And what did you tell them?" inquired l\lark in alarm. "Tell them? I haven't told them anything yet. I was too horrified to say a word. I've come over to see you about it. I'm in a terrible fix." "Well refuse, that's all." "I can't!" "But why not?" demanded Mark. "My dear f ellow," protested the other, "you don't understand how the class feels about such things. I'm a member of it, and when I'm called upon to defend the class honor I daren't say no. When you have been here as long_ as I 0have you '11 nnderstand bow the cadets would take it. They'd be simply furious." "Then do you mean," gasped the other, staring at him in consternation, "that I'm expected to fight you?" "I don't see what else," r espo nded the captain, r eluctantly. "What can I tell the cl ass ? If I simply say that I've been rather friendly with you, they'll say I had no business to be. And there you are.'' "No business to be," echoed Mark, thoughtfully, gazing into space. "No business to be! Because I'm a plebe, I suppose. And I've got to fight you!" "What else are we to do," protested tlle other. "I'm snre I shan't mind if you whip me, which you probably will." "Whip you!" cried Mark; he had sprung to his feet, his hands clinched. And then without another word he faced about and fell to striding up and down the tent, the other watching him anxiously. "Mr. Fischer," he demanclec'I suddenly, witl1011t looking at the other, "suppose I refuse to fight yon?" "Don't think of it!" cried Fischer in horror. "Why not?" ''Because you would be sneered at by the w:1ole corps. Because they would call you a coward and in sult you as one, cut you dead! Yqu could not stand it one week." "What else?" inquired Mark, calmly. "What else! What else could there b e I For Heaven's sakes, m a n, I won't have it! I couldn't make the class understand the reason. You'd be an 01itcast all the tillle you were here." "ls that all?" ''Yes.'' And Mark turned and gazed at the other, his brown eyes flashing. "l\Ir. Fischer," he began, extending his hands to the other, "let me tell you what I have thought of you. You have been the one friend I have had in this Academy outside of my own class; you have been the one man who has had the fairness to give me my rights, the conr age to speak for me. I have not always taken your advice, but I have always r e spected yon and admired you. And more than that, I owe my presence here to you.'' Mark paused a moment, while hi s thoughts went back to tl1e time. "I had enemies," he con tinned at last, slowly, "and they h ad me i11 their power They had persuaded the superintendent that I was a criminal, and I looked for nothing but disgrace. And it was yon, then, and yon only of all the cadets of this Academy, who had honor and the courage to help Texas prove my innocence. And that debt of gratitude is written where it can never be effaced. My debt to you! And now they want me to fight yon!" The captain shifted uneasily "My dear fellow," he began, "I can stand it." "It is not for you to stand," said Mark. "It is for me. It is I who owe the debt, and I shall not pay it with blows. Mr. Fischer, I shall not fight you. "But what will yon do. You will be reviled and insulted as a coward." "Yes," said Mark, firml y ; "I will. But as I once told Texas, there are a few

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ARMY AND NA VY 1399 things worse than being called a coward, and one of them is being one." "I know," protested Fischer. "But then--" "There are times," Mark continued, without heeding him, "times I say, when to fight is wrong." "Yes!" cried the other. "This is one.'' "It is," said Mark. "And at such times it takes more courage not to fight than to fight. When an army goes out to battle for the wrong the brave man stays at home. That is a time when it takes courage to be a coward. And Mr. Fischer--'' Mark took the other by the hand and met his gaze. "Mr. Fischer, I have the courage to be a coward." There was silence after that, except for a muttered "Dnrnation from Texas. Mark had said his say, and Fischer could think of nothing. "Mr. Mallory," he demanded at last, "suppose yo u let me do the refusing?" "It would be best for me to do it," said Mark with decision. "Disgrace would be unbearable for you. You have your duty to your class; I have no duty to any one but myself. And moreover, I am a plebe cut by everybody already and pledged to fight every one To fight them' a few times more will not hurt. And I r eally like to defy them. So just leave it to me That was the end of the talk. Fischer sat and looked at Mark a few moments more, feeling an admiration he did not try to express. But when he rose to go the admiration was in the grip of his hand. "Mr. Mallory,'' he said "You do not r eal ize what you attempt. But you may rest assnred of one thing. I shall never forget this, n ever as long as I live. Good night." And as the captain's fignre strode up the street Mark turned and put his hands on Texas' shoulders. "Old fellow," said he, "and have you any courage?'' "Durnation !" protested Texas, sol emnly, "I'll fight--" "I don't that kind of conrage," said Mark. ''I mean courage of the eye, and the heart. Courage of the mi1id that knows it's right and cares for nothing else. I mean the courage to be called a coward." "I dunno," stammered Texas, looking uneasy. Poor Texas had never thought of that kind of courage. "I ain?t very sho'," he said, "'bout lettin' anybody call me a coward." "That is wliat I mean to do,'' said Mark. "I mean to let them call it, and look them in the eye and laugh. And we'll see what comes of it. I won't fight Fisch and they can 1t make me. The more they taunt me. the better I'll like it. When they get through perhaps I'll get a chance to show them how much of a coward I a'.'1." With. which resolution Mark Mallory turned away and prepared for bed. CHAPTER III. MARK MALLORY THE COWARD. The taunting of which Mark spoke with such grim and quiet determination was soon to begin; in fact he was not destined to lie down for that night of rest without a of it. He had bare l 7 removed the weight of uniform jacket with its collar fastened inside before he heard a sound of voices near his tent. He recognized them instantly; it was the "committee," and a moment later in response to his invitation the three first classmen entered, bowing most courteously as usnal. "Mr. Mallory," said the spokesman, "I have come, if yon will parden my dis .. turbing you, to deliver to you the de cision of our class." "Yes," said Mark, simply. "Well?" It was evident that Fischer had !lot seen them, and that they suspected nothing. A storm was brewing. Mark gritted his teeth. "It might just as well come now as any time," he thought. "Steady!" "The class will send a man to meet you this evening in Fort Clinton," said the cadet. "Ah," resp01;cled Mark. "Thank you. And who is the man?" "He is the captain of your company, Mr. Fischer. And that is about all, I believe.'' "It is not all,'' observed Mark, very quietly; and then as the other turned in

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1400 A:\D NAVY surprise he clinched his fists. "I refuse to flght l')lr. Fischer," he said. "Refuse to fight him?" The three gasped it al1 at once, in a tone of a111aze111e11t that cannot be shown on papc:r. ''And prny,'' added the "why do yon refuse to fight l\lr. Fischer ?'t ''My reasons," said l\Iark, ''are my own. I never try to j11stify my conduct to o th ers I simply refuse to fight Mr. Fische::. I'll fight any other man yon send." "Yoll'li fight no one else!" snapped the cadet. "Mr. Fischer is the choice of the class. If you refuse to meet him, and give no reason, it can only because--'' "Because you know he's too good a man for yon!" put in one of the others. "Because you're afraid of him!" Mark never winced at that; he gave the man a look straight in the eye. "There are some people," he said, "I am not afraid of. I am not afraid of you." The cadet's face t11rned scarlet and he clinched his fists angrily. "Y 011 shall pay for that," he cried. "Yo11--'' But the spokesman of the committee seized him and forced him back. "Shut up, old man," he exclaimed. "Don't you see what he's trying to do. He's afraid of Fischer and he's trying to force a fight with some o ne else. He's a dirty coward, so let him alone.,, Mark heard that plainly, but he never moved a muscle. It was too 11111ch for 011r tinder-box Texan, however; Texas had been perspiring like a man in a torture chamber during this ordeal, and jtlst then he leaped forward with a yell. "You d nrnation ole w Ii ite-facec1 coyote, you, clog gone your boots, I'll--" "Texas!" said Mark, in his q11iet way. And Texas sh11t t1p like an angry oyster and went back into the corner. "Now, gentlemen," said Mark, "I think our interivew is at an encl. Yo11 understand my point. And that is all." "And as for yon," retorted the other. "Do yo11 n nderstand your position? Yon will be branded 1w the cadets as a coward. You will fight Fischer as sure as the class can make yotl. And yo n will fight no one else either until yon fight him." Mark bowed. "And you'll allow me to express my opinion of yon right here,'' snapped the insulted one who was goi11g to fight a moment ago. "You needn't get a11gry about it, either, because you've no redress till you fight Fischer. You're a coward, sir! Your whole conduct since you came here has been one vulgar attempt to put up a bluff with nothi11g to back it. And yon lack the first instincts of a gentleman, most of all, sir, because you'll swallow such in _sults from me instead of fighting, and taking the licking you've earned. You can't fight me till you've fought Fischer.'' "Can't, hey! Durnation, d'you thi11k I'm a-goin to st.an' sich--" "Texas!" A ncl once more there was qn iet, at the end of which the indignant committee faced about withont a word and marched out in disgust. "He's not worth fooling with,'' said the spokesman audibly. "He's a cow,. ard. '' After which Mark turned to Texas and smiled. "That was the first old man," said he. "How did you like it?" From Texas's face he liked it about as well as a mouthful of quinine, and if Texas hadn't been very, very sleepy he would probably have lain awake all night growling like an irate volcano and wondering how in durnation Mark could snore away so happily while such things were happening. Though J\Iark slept, there were no end of others who didn't sleep on acco11nt of him. The committee j11st as soon as they had gotten had rnshed off to tell the story of "Mallory's fl11nk," and pretty soon there were gro11ps of first classmen and yearlings standing about the camp indignantly discussing the state of affairs There were various opinions and theories bnt only one conclnsion: That plebe Mallory's a coward! Fischer was not there to gainsay it, he bei11g absent on duty, and so the cadets had no one to shed any light on the matter, which they continued to rave about right up to the time for tattoo. The first

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ARMY AND ?-:..3.. YY 1401 class was so worked up it that there was an impromptu meeting gathered to discuss it just outside of the camp. The angry mob was reduced to an orderly meeting a little later by the presi dent of the class, who appeared on the scene and called the cadets to order to discuss ways and means of "swamping Mallory." For eve ry one agreed that something ought to be done that very night. As has been stated, they never But Mark had not the least idea of what was coming, and he went back to his tent and fell asleep again in no time. It is an old, old story, an old, old in cident. To tell it again would weary the reader. That night a dozen men, chosen by the class for their powerful build, in stead of going to sleep when taps sounded lay awake and waited till the ca111p got quiet. They waited till the tac. had go11e the rounds with his lantern, and then to MARK, WTTF!Ol:T A soi::-10, PLC:NflED DOWNWARD (page 1105). dispersed until the very moment of tattoo; Ly that time they had their campaign mapped out. It was a very unpleasant progra.mme for poor Mark. He had to dress and turn out, of course, at tattoo to answer to his name be fore he retired for the night. Not a word was said to him then; yet he could see by the angry looks and frowns he met with that the story of his conduct was abroad. his tent for the night. They w a ite c l till the sentry's call had been heard for the fonrth time since taps. "Twelve o'clock and all's we-ell!" Then they got up and dressed 011ce more and stole silently out i11to the dark ness of the night. Outside in tl1e company street they met and had a whispered cons11ltatio11, then surrounded a certain "plebe hotel" and finally stole awav in

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1402 ARMY AND NAVY triumph, bearing four helpless plebes along with them. A while later they had passed the sentry and had their victims bound and gagged, lying in a lonely corner of old Fort Clinton. The cadets thought four would be enough that night. They meant to give those plebes the worst licking they had ever had in their lives. That would be a pretty severe one, especially for Mallory, who had been roughly handled before. But the first classmen had agreed among themselves that there was no call for mercy here. The reader may be perhaps wish to be spared the details of the preparation. Suffice it to say that those heavily bound unfortunates were stretched out upon the ground, that their backs were bared, and then that the four brawniest of the desperate cadets took four pieces of rope in their hands and stepped forward. It was estimated that when they stepped back those four plebes would be in a more docile mood than previously. A dead silence had fallen upon tlle group; it had increased in numbers every mome nt, for cadets had stoleu out to see what was being done. And just then every one of them was leaning for ward anxiously, staring at Mallory, for nobody cared anything much about the other three, whether they were attended to or not. It was Mallory, the coward against whom all the hatred was, Mallory whom the biggest man had been deputed to attend to. All the other "exe cutioners'' were waiting, leaning forward anxiously to see how Mallory took it. The cadet who held the rope seized it in a firm grip, and swt111g it about his head. A moment later it came down through the air with a whirr. It struck the white flesh of the helpless plebe with a thud that made the crowd shudder. A broad red streak seemed to leap into view, and the victim quivered all over. The cadet raised the lash once more and once more brought it down; aud again an in stant later. The end of it came soon, fortunately; and it came without waiting the wish of the "hazers." Once before that game had been tried on Mallory, then by the infuriated yearlings. Au alarm from camp had inter-rupted it at an earlier stage. And that happened again. This time there broke upon the stillness of the midnight air the sharp report of a gun. It came from nearby, too, and it brought no encl of confusion with it, confusion that wi 11 be told of later. As to the hazers, they glanced at each other in consternation. That gun would awaken the camp! A 11cl they would be discovered There was not a second to lose! In a trice the four plebes were cut loose, left to get br.ck to their tent as best they could; and a few moments later a mob of hurrying figures dashed past the sentry and into Camp McPherson, which they found in an uproar. The hazing of Mallory was over for that night beyond a doubt. CHAPTER IV. A TEST OF COURAGE The story of the sacred geese that saved the city of Rome is known to every school boy. Not so long ago the classic Parson, of the Seven Devils, told of a spider who saved the life of Bruce the Scot, by building a web over the entrance of the log he hid in. As life savers dogs and even horses are famous, too, but it is left to the histcrian of these pages to tell of how a rescue was effected by a mouse. Perhaps you think to be told it was a mouse who fired that gun and saved Mark. Well, in a sense it was true. The mouse who is our hero li\'ed in the West Point hotel, situated a very short way beyond the camp. And the tale of his deed, unlike the mouse's tail, is a very short one. It was simply that some one left a box of matches upon a table in the kitchen, and that the mouse got after those matches. There you have it. Some of them fell to the floor and. the mouse went after them. He bit one, after the fashion of inquisitive mice; then, scared at the result, turned and scampered off in haste. Inquisitve persons sometimes make no end of trouble. There was a piece of paper near the match, and then more paper, and the leg of the tahle. was also plenty of time and no one to interfere. Every one

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ARMY AND NA VY 1403 who was m that building except the clerks and the watchman in the office, was sleeping soundly by that time of night, and so the small crackling fire was in no hurry. It crept up the leg of the table, its bright forked tongues dancing abo11t gaily as it did so. Then it leaped over to a curtain at the window, and then still more swiftly to the window frame, 'a11d still there was no one to see it. Quietly at rest in that hotel, and unsuspecting, were some dozens of guests, one that interests us above all others. Grace Fuller was her name; and Grace Fnller needs no mtroduction here. She was the belle of West Point, the "angel" of the Seven Devils, their ally against all corners, and Mark's truest and dearest friend. Her room was on the top floor of the hotel, and in the corner of the building that was fast getting warm and choking. It is a horrible thing, the progress of a fire through the still watches of the night. Creeping ahead and crackling it goes, so slowly and yet with such deadly and inevitable purpose. It has bee11 called a devouring :fielld; it has greedy tongues that steal on and lick up everything, and grow hungrier and more savage as they feed. And it breathes forth volumes of deep black poison that stupefy its victims till it cumes to seize them. The unguarded kitchen of the hotel was soon a roaring furnace, and then the fire crept out into the hall, and as the glass of the windows cracked and a rush of fresh air fanned in, the flames leaped 11p the stair-case as if it had been the chimney and then spread thro\1gh the parlor, and on upward, farther and farther still. And how were people to get down those stairs if they did not hurry about it? The people were not thinking of that; they were not even beginning to haYe bad dreams until the smoke got just a little thicker, until the halls outside go t just a little hotter, until the fire had moved on from the basement to the ground floor, and from the ground floor to the next above. And even then they were not destined to discover it. That task was left to some one else. It was a sentry, a sentry of the regular army, facing the walk called Professor's Row. That sentry had no business to leave his post, but he did it none the less, and dashed across the street to look, as he caught sight of that unusual glare from the windows of the old hotel. An instant later he had swung up his musket to his shoulder, snapped back the trigger, and then came the roar of the gun that the startled cadets had heard from the deep recesses of the fort. The sentry, the instant he had fired, lowered the gun, snapped out the cartridge, and slid in another to fire agai11. Before the camp had gotten its eyes op e n a third report had come also, the dread e d signal of fire. The sentry had done his duty then, and he set out once more to march back and forth upon his post. The wild excitement that ensued it is impossible to picture; everything in camp was moving and shouting at once. Lieu tenant Allen, the tac of Company A, on duty for the night, had leaped from his bed at the first bang and from his te11t a t the second His yell for the drum orderl y brought that youngster ont flying, a11cl the third report of the gun was echoed by a rattle of drums that seemed never t o stop. It was the dreaded ''long roll.'' Cadets sleep in their underclothing, like firemen, ready for just such an emergency as this. They were springing i 11 to their clothing before they were entirety awake, atJd rushing 011t to form in t11 e company street before they were half iu their clothing. Those who had beetJ into Fort Clinton were the first in line, and ets the others followed they heard tlle cadet adjutant rattling through the list of names and Lientenant Allen shouti11g orders as if trying to drown the other's mighty voice And above it all rang shrieks and cries from the now awakened inmates of the building, the glare of the fire shining through the trees. It was the matter of but a minute or two for the company fire battalion to be out and ready for duty. But at such times as these seconds grow to hours. Fischer, out of his tent among the first, and quick to think, spoke a few worcls to the lieu tenant and at his nod clashed on ahead with the cadets from the guard tent at his heels. And it is Fischer we must follow now. Things were happening with frightfnl

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14 0 4 .ARMY N.A VY rapidity just then. Fischer and his little command when they got there found that fully half the occupants of the place hao managed to get out already. rrhey had gotten a ladder and were raising it to the piazza roof. Up that ladder the cadets rushed, and then raised it after them and put it up to the next floor and sped on. Into the smoke laden rooms thev dashed and through the glaring flames. in the halls, pausing at nothing, hearing nothing but the ringing commanos of their leader. There was work for the members of the guard detail that night, and glory for Fischer. They were still :1t work helping women and children out when the battalion put into appearance, coming on the double quick with a cheer of encouragement. They bore buckets and more ladders, and behind ti1em, still faster, clattered the members of the cavalry company of the post. The two bodies reached the scene at abcnt the same instant, and each went to work with a will. The white uniforms of the cadets shone in the yello w g lare of the flames: there were some pale faces staring into that light and some trembling knees. But there was no trembling or hesitating among the officers in command. They had the pumps working, and long lines of bucket passers formed in no time. And there were ladders at the windows and details of cadets searching the smoke laden rooms. The work of rescue was nearly over, however, by the time the battalion got there, thanks to the fearless efforts of the first captain's prompt little band. Fischer had thought all were out, and had settled down to emptying water on the flames, when the alarm we have to do with was g1 ven. It came from a white-haired figure, an old gentleman, who rushed up breathless a11d panting the scene. Every one recog11ized him and started in horror as they heard his cry. It was Judge Fuller. "My daughter! My daughter!" he shrieked. "Oh, save her!" He rushed to one of the ladders, about to spring into the very centre of the flam es Several of the cadets forced him back and at the same instant a riuging cheer broke from the whole battalion. It was Fischer once more; he had been stauding on the roof when he heard the en and like a flash he had turned and in at the window. He was lost then to view, swallowed up in the smoke and flames. And scarcely breathing the crowd outside stood and stared at the wi 11dows and waited. Perhaps you are asking what of l\Iark, with Grace Fuller, the joy of his life, in peril. Mark was clown in rhe long line, passing buckets like any dutiful plebe. He had heard Judge Fuller's terrible warniug, and had been quick to spring forward. But the watchful "tac" had had his eye on Mark, knowing his friendship for the girl. Lieutenant Allen did not mean to have his lines broken up in that way; there were others to attend to that rescue, and he ordered Mallory back to his place with a stern command that dared not disobey. Now he was standi11g like a warrior in chains arnid the battle's roar, watching with the rest and tre111 bling with horror and dread. What if Fischer should fail-be beaten back? What if smoke shonld overcome him, and h e should siuk where he was? What if Grace Fuller-_:_ And then, oh, how he did gasp for joy! And what a perfect roar of triumph rose from the anxious crowd. There was the gallant captajn, smoke stained and staggering, standing in a window on the top floor, holding in his arms a figure white as snow. The girl was safe! But how was she to get down? That was the dreadful thought that flashed over the trembling cadets. They stood irresolute, and sod.id the cadet in the window, hesitati11g at times when a second might mean the differeuc between life and death. And yet who cculd advise him? The girl's waving hair and dress would catch at the slightest flame; to try the roaring staircase was suicide. Then should he drop her? The crowd shU<;klered to think of that, yet what else could he do? There was no ladder to reach half way. He mnst He was going to! Pictme the state of Mark Mallory's mi11d at that moment. Himself helpless, watching Fischer preparing for that horrible deed. He saw the cadet drag a half-

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.ARMY AND NA VY 1105 blazing mattress from one of the rooms, laying it 011 the roof below. He heard the agonized shriek of the girl's father, he pictured that lovely fignre perhaps dying, certainly maimed for life. He saw Fischer passing the body through the window, his fignre wreathed in smoke, with a setting of fire behind. And then with a shout that was a perfect roar of command, Mark Mallory leaped forward. "Stop! Stop!" A thousand tacs could not hold him then; he was like a wild man. He saw a cbance, a chance that no one dared. Bnt he-what was he, compared with perfection, Grace :E:uller? He fairly tore a path up the ladder. He paused bnt an instant on the roof of the piazza, to shout to Fischer, then seized in his hand a rope that some were vainly trying to toss np to the window. 'that rope Mark took in his teeth; ran his eye. up the long rainspont on the wall; and an instant later gaye a spring. "Take care!" shonted one of the cadets, who saw his purpose. ''It's hot!" Hot? It burned his hands to the bone, lrnt what did Mark care? Again and again he seized it, again and again with his mighty arms he jerked himself up ward, gripping the pipe between his knees, gripping the rope like death, higher and higher! How the crowd gasped and trembled! He reached the first floor, half way. He might have climbed that on a ladder, if he had only thought. But it was too late now. On! on! The smoke curled about him and choked him, hid him from view; bright flam e s leaped ont from the seething windows and envelo ped hirn. "His clothes are afire!" shouted one. "Oh, Heavens!" Out of the smoke he came. Tongues of fife were starting at his trousers, at the end of his coat, getting larger, climbing higher, upon him. And still on he went, his flesh raw, his lungs hot and dry, his strength failing him. And ever about was the finttering of white, a signal of distress that nerved hin1 to clutch the burning iron yet once again. Fischer was leaning from the window, straining. every nerve, almost hangi11g by his knees, with outstretched hands. Mal l ory was climbing, fainting, almost un-conscious, still gazing up and gasping. And the crowd could not make a move. And then an instant later it was over. They saw Fischer give a sudden convulsive clutch beneath him; they saw the gallant plebe totter and sway, cling an instant more, and then without uttering a. sound plunge downward like a flaming shot and strike with a thud upon the mattress below. But Fischer held the rope! CHAPTER V. THE FRUITS OF VICTORY. Grace Fuller was safe then and everybody knew it. But somehow that crowd did not give a single cheer; in fact, every one seemed to have forgotten that she and Fischer were there, and all made a rush for Mallo,ry. Fischer fastened _the rope inside the building, wrapped it about his wrist, took the unconscious figure in his one free arm, and slid swiftly down to safety, just in time to see the flames that threate11ed Mallory extinguished by the cadets. Grace Fuller was unconscious, so she knew nothing of this, but Fischer did, and he staggered over toward the gallant plebe. "How is 11e ?" he cried. "How is he? Don't tell me he's--" Fischer hated to say the word, but as he stared at tl1e motionless figure he feared that it was true, that Mallory had given his life for his friends. A surgeon was at his side an instant later, bending over the prostrate formMallory was unconscious and nearly dead from exhaustion and pain alone. His legs were burned to a blister, bis hands were a sight to make one sick. As to the fall, who could say? The surgeon shook his head sadly as he got up and called for a stretcher to carry the lad down to the hospital. That incident once past the battalion turned its energies to extinguishing the flames. But they were listless and careless energies for some reason. There seemed to be something on the battalion's mind. A guilty conscience is a poor companion for any work. And the thought of Mallory and what he had done and what ..

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ARMY AXD NA VY 1407 The cadets entered the room a moment later, and when Mark glanced at them he started with no little smprise. It was the committee from the fir s t class, the same committee that had been taunting him a few clays previously. "\Vell, gentlemen?" said Mark, in-quiringly. R\'idently the cadets h ad an embarrassing task before them. They had sidled into the room rather awkwardly, all the more so when they espied Grace Fuller's beautiful face, which was all the more beau tifo 1 for its present paleness. Once in the room they had backed up against the wall, eyeing the two uneasily. "A hem!'' said the spokesman. "Well?" inquired Mark agaiu. By way of answer the spokesman took from beneath his jacket a folded paper. This he opened before him with some solemnity. "l\Ir. Mallory," he begau-"ahem I have been appointed, together with my two classmates here, to-er-co1Hey to you the following notice frou1 tl1e first class.'' Here the spokesman s t opped abruptly and shifted uneasily. Mark bowed, as well as he could under the circumstances "This letter," continued the ca.det, "is from the p1esident of the class. Listen, please: 'Cadet Mallory, west Point'Dear Sir: As president of the first class of the cor .ps of cadets I have the duty and pleasure of snbrnitting to yuu the following set of resolutions adopted unanimously by the class at a meeting held this morning. 'Respe..ctfully Yours, "George T Fischer, 'Cadet Captain, Company A.' After that imposing document the spokesman paused for breath. Mark waited in. silence. When the cadet thought that there had been suspense enough for so important an occasion he raised the paper and continued: '' 'Whereas" 'Cadet Mallory of the Fourth Class has performed before tile whole Academy an act of heroism and self-sacrifice which merits immediate and signal recognition. 'Resolved" 'That the class hereby desires, both' as a class and as individuals, to offer to Cadet Mallory their sincere apology for all offensive remarks addressed to him under any circumstances whatsoever. '' 'That the class hereby e xpresses the gre::itest regret for all attacks made by it upon Cadet Mallory. 'That tbe class hereby extends to Cadet l\Iallory its assurance of respect. 'And that the president of the class be requested to forward a copy of these re solutions to Cadet Mallory at once.' At the close of this most impos'ng doc11ment the yo11ng cadet folded the paper and p11t it away, tJ1en gazed at Mark with a what-more-do-you-want? sort of an air. As for l\lark, he was lying back on his pillow gazing into space and thi11ki11g. "That's pretty decent," he ob se rved, rneditati\'ely; then h e raised himself up and gazed at the three q11izzically. Tell the first class,'! said he, "that I cannot make much of a speech, but that I accept their apology with the same sincerity it's given. I thank them for their regards, and also for having released me from my fighting obligation. And now," he added, since this appears to be a time of mutual brotherly love, concessfon and reciprocity, I don't mind taking a myself. Tell the class that it's very probable that wl1en I J0111 them again--" Here Mark paused in order to let his important arinouncement liave due weight. ''I 'II try to be a little less B J. Goodafternoon. '' Which was the end of the feud betwee11 Mark Mallory and the fir s t class cadets. [THE END. ] The next West Point novelette will be entitled "Mark Mallory's Circus; or, West Point Plebes on a Lark," by Lieu tenant Frederick Garrison, U. S. A. Army and Navy No. 3r.

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CHAPTER I. AN ACT OF MUTINY, "Mr. Asaki !" "Yes, sir." "Stand at attention when I address you.'' "Yes, sir." ''Little fingers touching the seams of your trousers.'' "Yes, sir." "Palms to the.front." "Yes, sir." "That's it. How long have you been in the service?'' "Ye:;:, sir." "vv'hat How dare--" ''Me make mistake, sir. Me been in service three months, seventeen days and four hours, sir. Yes, sir." Cadet-corporal Sharpe, instructing a squad of new fourth classrnen on the forecastle of the Uuited States practice ship Monongahela, glared at the speaker. "Stop that 'sir' business, will you?" he snarled. "Yott are too confounded fresh. So yon have been in the service over three months, eh? And you don't know how to speak to an officer? It takes you J aps a long time to learn anything." The cadet he was addressing, a dark featured youth with an unmistakably Japanese countenance, flushed at the insult, and an angry gleam shot from his eyes. A well-built, handsome lad standing next to him whispered: "Steady, Trolley, steady." "But, Clif--" "Sh-h grin and bear it old man. He's Disguise ; or, FACING DESPERATE FOES. trying to make you commit yourself then he'll soak you. Don't answer him:" It was a difficult task for the hotheaded impulsive Oriental to restrain himself, but Clif Faraday's advice influenced hirr., and he remained silent. The. cadet instruct?r strutted up and dow.n 111 front of the ]me of plebes feeling as tlllportant as an admiral at a naval review It was a delicious task, this devilino of "' new fourth classmen, and he revelled in it. Once before on just such an occasion, when the Monongahela was outward on her practice cruise, he had baited 'these plebes, and it had resulted rather disastrously to him.* But the lesson was forgotten. Now, fn.11 of the pride of his position, and exulting 111 the meanness of his nature at the opportunity thus offered to oppress his natural enemies, the plebes, be proceeded to torture them. Motohiko Asaki, or "Trolley," as he was called was his present victim. "Let's see what you know about ropes," he snapped. "How do you make a sea gasket?" "A sea gasket him make this way P began Trolley patiently. "Talk TJnited States, not that oibber ish," interrupted Corporal Sharpe."" Are you tongue-tied? Now what's a sea gasket?" ''A piece of plat to fasten sails to yard while no using them." "Humph! it's a wonder .,you .knew. How do you make it?" Clif Faraday Hero or, A Risk for a Friend," Army aud .Navy No. 17.'

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ARMY AND NAVY 1409 "You make him--" "It, yon fool, it Two round red spots began to show in Tro1ley's face. Clif noticed them and nudged him warningly. "You make it by taking three or four foxes--:' Sharpe Vlhirled around toward Faraday. "What are foxes?" he asked quickly. "An animal of the genus Vulpes," re"You think you are smart, don't you? I'll take the smartness out of you. A fox is not an animal in this case. I believe you are trying to evade the question. Tell me this instant what a fox in seamansl1ip is?" The cadet-corporal reckoned without his host if he thought to catch Clif. The latter was well up in sea terms. ."It's a _small strand of rope made by "I NO SCARED OF ANY BOY OR ANY MAN l" CRIED TROLLEY l PROUDLY (page 1412). plied Clif, glibly. "It burrows in the earth, is remarkable for its cunning, and has its counterpart among some men and b oys who think they are foxy, but--" "Shut up," roared the cadet corporal. "What do you mean by replying in that manner?'' "You asked me what a fox is, and I told you, sir," explained Clif innoce11tly. twistii1g several rope yarns together," he drawled. "It's use?" ''For making seizings or mats.'' Sharpe was disappointed. He asked questions rapidly, but received replies equally quick. At la s t he turned with a surly grow 1 to his first victim.

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1410 ARMY A.ND NA. VY ''What's a cable-laid rope? How is it made? What is it used for? Quick! Don't stand with your mouth open This isn't fly catching time," he rattled. Trolley hesitated. In an instant the cadet corporal's note book was out of his pocket. "Down yon go on ttie report," he snarled. "Unable to describe a cable laid rope. Never saw such ignorance. An American wouldn't be so dumb. No wonder it took you Japs a thousand years to become civilized. You are a set of pigtailed--" This last insult was too much for Trol ley's patience. To hear his race so maligned caused his blood to boll; and all the fighting instincts of his ancestors flashed into being. A warning word from Clif-his beloved friend and chum whom he admired more than any other person on earth-passed unheeded. Throwing off the detaining hands of the others, he leaped forward like a tiger. Clutching Sharpe by the throat with his sinewy fingers, he bent his head back until the bones ahnost snapped. A string of Japanese expletives came hissing from his lips, and he grew black with passion. The jolly, good-natured lad was absolutely transfignred. Clif sprang forward, and with one quick wrench tore the twain apart. Joy and Nanny leaped to his assistance and interposed themselves between Trolley and Sharpe. The other plebes gaped in astonishment. Faraday's mind worked rapidly. He knew that Trolley was in great danger of dismissal. Striking a superior officer in the navy is a grave crime, and the per petrator meets with instant and condign punishment. In Trolley's case there was something more than dismissal. He had been sent to the Naval Academy by permission of the United States, at the urgent of Japan. To him it would mean bitter dis grace. The situation was critical. No mercy could be expected of Sharpe. It would be useless to appeal to him. A bold stroke was needed; and to Clif there came an idea which. though desperate, yet held some hope of success. He was still holding Trolley. Bending over he hurriedly whispered in his ear: "We must keep him from reporting this. If he tells the old man yo11 'l! get your dismissal. There's only one chance. You must scare him into silence. He's afraid of yon anyhow. Threaten to-to kill him. Anything so you frighten him. Quick; try it. I'll do what I can." Trolley grasped the situation at once. He felt the trnth of Clif's advice, and he resolved to act upon it. All this had taken only a few seconds and the cadet corporal was still half dazed. He turned to hurry aft when Trol ley, with a bound, was at his side. Thrusting a face black and distorted with passion haif real and half assumed close to his face, he grated: "I kill you yet, you dog. I cut you throat if I die for it. You see. Yon dare say one word to captain and I follow you all over world. I no care for anything or nobody. You dare! You dare!" CHAPTER II. THE BLOOD OF HIS ANCESTORS. This threat, delivered with an intensity impossible to fitly describe, had its effect. It sent the color from Sharpe's face and caused his knees to tremble beneath him. He was really a coward at heart he would not have been a bully. Secure in his official position he felt that he could browbeat those under him with impunity. Now he realized that all the laws of the Academy and the country would not protect him from this murderous Japanese. He could feel the knife against his throat, the touch of the cold steel, the choking grasp of death's bony hand. He tried to say something to placate this terrible enemy, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. He was almost in <:t state of collapse. Clif s::iw it and he read success. He touched Trolley upon the arm. "That will do; you have him," he whispered. The Japanese youth gave one partii;g snot. "Remember!" he hissed, and turned contemptuously away, leaving Sharp to sink nervelessly against the railing.

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. AR.MY AND NAVY 1411 The scene had taken place on the Monongahela's forecastle which happened to be unoccupied at the time, save by the class of instruction. Aft the rest of the crew and cadets were engage d in spreading awnings and preparing the practice ship for its brief stay in New London, she having anchored at the mouth of the Thames below the city the previous evening. It chanced, therefore, that the scuffle between Sharpe and Trolley had escaped notice, a circumstance which materially favored Clif's scheme of intimidation. While Sharpe was recovering, Faraday hastily bade the rest of the plebes keep the matter quiet. "It's a good thing that Judson Greene and Spendly are not in this squad," he added to Joy. "That's right," agreed the lanky plebe. "By Jake! they wouldn't do a thing but blab it over the ship." Judson Greene and Spendly were two members of the "May" cadets. They were Clif's bitter enemies and would not have. hesitated at anything to injure him or his friends. It was several minutes before Cadet corporal Sharpe resumed his duties. During the balance of the lessons he carefully avoioed Clif, Trolley and the others, devoting his time to the rest of the class. At the c onclus ion of the hour he hastened below Clif, who had been carefully watching him, saw an expression upon his face that boded ill. "Let's talk over this matter, fellows," he said to the three. "Come up to the how where we won't be disturbed." "Now," he added seating himself upon the rail, "we must form a committee of ways and means to protect Trolley. That cad, Sharpe, is contemplating trouble. I could see it in his cowardly face. "Trolley has him frightened," com mented Joy. "By Jake! I never saw a fel low show the white feather more quickly than Sharpe did. He was scared out of his senses. "Oh, he won't make a report of it," replied Clif decisively, "but I think he intends to get square with Trolley all right, all right." "What can he do?" asked little Nanny. "Several things, youngster. He wouldn't stickle at anything, I guess. 1f ever I saw malignancy in a fellow's cou11tenance, I saw it in Sharpe's just now. He'll never rest until he evens up the score, mark my words." "I no afraid of him," put in Trolley. "He no can lick me. I show him bvo or one tricks if he fool with me." "He won't try anything aboveboard. He'll wait until you get ashore and then 'do' you in some way." "There's a liberty party to-morrow morning.'' ''Yes, and the starboard watch goes first.'' "Sharpe's in it." "And so are we." Trolley leaned over the railing and glanced absently into the water rippling past the bow. Clif continued talking but he kept his eyes on the J apanese youth's face. Presently Joy and Nanny sauntered aft to watch the arrival of a boat at the gangway. Clif hesitated a moment, then he steppe-] t o Trolley's side and placed one arm caressingly about his shoulder. "What is it, chum?" he asked sotly. The Japanese youth started an
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1412 ARMY AXD NAVY "Afraid!" he repeated. "Why, Trolley, I can't believe it. Is it possible you are scared because I said Sharpe intended to--" Trolley wheeled on him so quickly that he brushed Clif's cap to the deck. "I no say that," he exclaimed proudly. "I no scared of any boy or any man." "Then "I afraid for that brute, Sharpe. I afraid of myself. I hate him so I kill him jf he do any more. You iisten to me." His voice trembled with passion as he uttered the last words. His sombre eyes blazed, and the breath came in quick gasps from his half parted lips. Clif's amazement increased. This was a new Trolley. to him. This was not the placid, good-natured lad whose merry laugh and good natured ways had won so many friends. Verily, it was a transformation so marvelous that Farraday could only stand and gaze at him with wide-open eyes. Gripping him by the arm, the Japanese youth continued hoarsely: "He insult me more than I can stand. He treat me like dog, and I better than him thousand times. My people are noble in Japan. In old times before that devil's country be known my ancestors were great lords. The emperor send me here because he friendly to United States. I gentleman, and I better than Sharpe. He brute, he dog! If he speak to me once more I kill him like my people killed enemies long time ago." The fingers clutching Clif's arm had tightened until the pain was almost unbearable, but it was nothing to thf! tumult in Clif's brain. He felt strongly moved by Trolley's passionate outburst, and he realized that every single word came from the heart. "By Jove! he'll do it, as surely as I stand here," he murmured. "There will be a tragedy on our hands without something is done to avoid it.'' ''Trolley, this is ail nonsense," he added aloud. "You musn't take any notice of that fellow. He's beneath you." "So is a beast," was the stubborn response. "But you must remember that we are not living in the tenth century. People don't kill each othe r for such trivial insuits nowadays. If he tries any game, just lick him. He'll not bother you again. "Fists no wipe out insults like he give me. Only blood do that." Suddenly dropping his angry tone the Japanese boy placed both hands on Clif's shoulders and said pleadingly: "You must save me, chum. Only yo1J can do it. I know I got devil temper, but I no can help it. I want to be like you. Save me from myself. You best friend I ever had. I like you better than brother. Oh, Clif, if you think good of poor me, keep me from doing bad like my temper tell me." There was a suspicious moisture in bis eyes as his companion finished. The appeal went to his very heart. This was no ordinary boy before him, and he knew it well. Trolley could not be judged by American He was an Oriental, with the passionate, half blood of feudal ancestors in his veins. "Save him? Why, I'll do it no matter what it costs," Clif muttered as he grasped Trolley's hands in a friendly grip. Five minutes later he was seeking Cadet Corporal Sha1 pe. CHAPTER III. A MISSION THAT FAILED. There was little in the appearance of the day or the calm peaceful scene to indicate that such stormy passions were rife on board the gallant old Monongahela. The ship was anchored down near the mouth of t!ie river leading to New London. On both sides stretched green banks dotted here and there with country villas and detached houses of more modest construction. Directly opposite the anchorage was a famous hotel, the Pequod. Its lawns and fields were occupied by groups of tennis players whose merry laughter and gay banter were wafted off to the ship by breezes redolent with odors eloquent of country flowers and fragrant tre es. The day was warm; a drone of insects filled the air; all Nature seemed at pea ce, and the skies smiled down from azure depths. Clif paused a moment on the forecastle

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' ... .ARMY AND .NA VY 1413 and glanced absently around. In the distance could be seen the spires and housetops of the ancient New England city. A great bridge cast its web-like spans from shore to shore at the upper end. On the river were several puffing, noisy tugs and a grim, unpicturesque steam barge. Coming alongside the gangway was the captain's gig, in readiness to take that officer ashore. Aft on the quarterdeck the side was being manned to give official honor to the occasion. Clif glanced from figure to figure, but he could not distinguish the cor poral. He was evidently below. As he descended the gundeck ladder Fara
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1414 ARMY AND NA VY ''You are a cadet corporal and my su perior officer, Mr. Sharpe," he said, evenly; "but if you will forget your rank and step into the washroom I'll promise to give you a worse thrashing than I did the last time.'' Sharpe's face paled and then reddened. He was on the point of retorting when Crane caught him by the arm. "Don't bother with the plebe," he said." We'll fix them both. Come on." The two walked down the gundeck leaving Clif staring after them with his hands clinched and his eyes flashing with a wrath he could not repress. "Well, so be it," he said after a moment. "If they are fools enough to court trouble, I'll not interfere. But I will see that poor old Trolley doesn't get any of it.,, He sought out Joy and Nanny and con fided to them all that bad occurred, adding: "We must do something to keep Trolley from ruining himself in the service, chums. Sharpe is determined to get square ashore, and if he provokes Trolley, the latter will kill him." 'I never thought he could be so bloodthirsty," commented Nanny. "It isn't that, youngster. He is as good a fellow a:; we have on board. He is intelligent and good-hearted, and a true friend, but there is a certain strain ofwell, you might call it savagery-which will crop out at times. That confounded bully, Sharpe, has ignited the spark, and it'll burn him if he doesn't watch out." "Wow! who would think we bad such a fire-eater on board. It seems funny doesn't it? But I say, Clif, why can't we keep Trolley on board?'' Faraday shook his head. "I proposed that, but he thinks it would look as if he were afraid of Sharpe. No, we must do our best to keep them apart on shore. There goes the call to quarters. Hustle, or you'll be late." The balance of the day was so occupied by drills that Clif had no time to devote to the subject. That evening the first cutter, to which he was attached, was sent up to the city with a party of officers and it wa:; late before be returned. He met Trolley at morning coffee a few minutes after reveille. The Japanese youth's face wore an expression of sober earnestness, and he replied absently to Clif's cheery greeting. is still brooding over it," thought Faraday. ''I guess it won't do any good to sary anything." Joy, fresh from duty aft, joined them. "The liberty party goes ashore at four bells," he said, helping himself to a steaming tin of coffee. "I don't believe I'll join it. There's nothing to see in this old town." "That's so," replied Clif, with a side glance at Trolley. "Suppose we all stay aboard and ask the first luff to give us the dingy for a sail on the river?'' Trolley's passion for boat sailing was well known to him, and he hoped the lad take the bait, but he hoped in vam. "I go ashore," announced the Japanese quietly. "I like to see New London." Clif made a sign to Joy and the two withdrew to the opposite side of the deck. "No use," said Faraday. "We've got to go and take care of him." "You know my disposition, Clif," sighed the lanky plebe. "I am devoted to peace and I'd do anything to prevent fighting. Now I propose we persuade Sharpe in a quiet, gentlemanly manner to keep away from Trolley." "But how will we do it?" "Take a club and beat his durned head off.'' Clif left him in disgnst and prepared for the trip ashore. A few minutes before the liberty party was called away Trolley slipped down to his locker, and thrust a small glistening object into the inner pocket of his blouse. CHAPTER IV. IN THE FLANNIGAN "CAFE." New London is a seaport town and accordingly it has its front street where sailors who have large and continuous thirsts can have their wants attended to in the most approved style. Generally the frequenters of these low groggeries are rongh bearded men with weather stained clothes and deep, husky voices born of the salty gale and the bounding billows. Therefore the "artist" behind the bar

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ARMY AND NAVY 1415 was somewhat surprised this afternoon when three youths clad in natty naval caclet uniforms slipped into his place and nervously asked for the use of a back room. All is fish that comes to such nets and the trio was speedily accommodated. A few moments later they were seated around a table upon which were displayed a black bottle and se\'eral glasses. And the three were smoking cigarettes furiously. "Confound our luck!" exclaimed one of the cadets. "That cad, Faraday, has upset all out plans. What in the deuce made him take the J ap up the river?" "He must be on to us, Crane," replied another. "The moment the liberty party got ashore Faraday, Joy and Nanny surrounded Trolley and hustled him up the street. Juclson Greene followed them, as we told him to, and he saw the whole party board a small steamer." The third member of the trio glanced at his watch. "It's now four," he said. "They must return m time to meet the liberty boat. Perhaps we can work another scheme.'' "It's rather late in the day, Sharpe," beo-an the second speaker, a thirdclass cadet named Payne. "It's never too late to do up a brute like that Jap," interrupted the cadet cor poral, with a snarl. "I wish I had him here now, I'd smash his face." "I say, fellows," spoke up Crane, put-ting down his glass. "Well?" "That idea is not bad." "What?" "Why, Sharpe's angelic threat. Why can't we inveigle the Jap to some place like this and give him such a pounding that he'll promise to skip. It's an old dodge, but it has worked before and it may again. I'd like to get in a few licks on the fellow just because he is Faraday's friend." "Can't we find some other scheme?" asked Payne, dubiously. "To tell the truth, I don't like this brutal knock down and drag out sort of work." "Afraid of the Jap ?" sneered Crane. The other cadet flushed. "You know better than to ask such a question," he retorted hotly. "I am not afraid of the Jap, nor any one else on board the Monongahela. I said I didn't like brutality, ancl I mean it." "That's all right, old fellow," put in Sharpe, soothingly. "Neither do I, but this is no ordinary case. Asaki, the Jap, has insulted me, used violence, then threatened to kill me." He glanced instinctively at the door and continued in a lower voice: "I fully believe he is uncivilized enough to murder any one of' us if he thought he was being wronged. Therefore I figure that we would be doing the service a favor if we cause him to skip. Crane's suggestion is the best, and I think we ought to try it." "Why don't you tackle him alone, then?'' "And get a knife between my ribs?" Sharpe hastened to say. "No, thank you.'' Crane poured out a half glass of liquor and shoved it over toward Payne. "Take a sniffer," he said, raising his own glass. "We won't quarrel about it. You have scruples against licking the Jap, so we will let it go at that. But I thought you hated Faraday enough to be willing to get square with him at all hazards.'' "I do hate Faraday," replied Payne, draining his "poison," "but I am not a bully. I like to fight fair." Crane's little eyes narrowed and he shot an angry glance at the speaker, but he made no attempt to resent the insinuation. There was a perfect understanding between Sharpe and himself, and they plied their companion with whisky until he was completely under its influence. The trio sat and drank until darkness began to fall, then Crane, leaving Payne in Sharpe's care, sallied forth from the saloon. A half hour later he was back. He found Payne nodding in his chair, and Sharpe staring gloomily at an unromantic backyard through a window. The latter looked up eagerly as he entered. "Well?" he asked. "That's right, it is well," gaily replied Crane, pouring himself a drink. "I've settled everything. I found Greene and put him to watch for the steamer with a

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1416 i RMY AND NA VY boy who has a note addressed to Trolley. I have also fixed it for this place." "Good. What did you say?" "Got a Jap in a store uptown to write in their lingo that he was wanted at once in this saloon, and to be sure and come alone. I had it signed with Matsuri's name, the Japanese ward room boy, you know." "By Jove! You've got a head," exclaimed Sharpe admiringly. "That's a great scheme." "Oh, I'm pretty warm," said Crane, with a swagger. "How's our peaceful friend?" He jerked his thumb toward Payne. Sharpe laughed grimly. "He's been Faraday and Trolley in his dreams,". he replied. "I guess he is fit for anything." "He may come in handy," remarked Crane, significantly. ''How?'' "If we do up the J ap pretty bad and trouble comes of it what's the matter with unloading the blame on him." "Sure thing." The precious pair of rascals settled themselves as comfortably as possible to wait for Trolley. A supper was ordered from the obliging proprietor and Payne was aroused sufficiently to take a vague interest in the proceedings. As time wore on Crane made a little journey into the back yard, returning with two thick bale sticks. These he placed handily under the table, sayiug: ''If the J a p's head isn't a broken cocoanut before the scrap is over, I'll ship for a coal passer." Just then the door opened and the bar k .eeper announced gruffiy: ''A gent to see one of youse named Matsuri." CHAPTER V. CLIF FARADAY;S DISGUISE. The "River Queen," on her return from the daily trip above New London, carried as passeners four cadets who were as happy as boys of their age generally are . Clif was happy because his little subterfuge to get Trolley out of the town had succeeded. Joy and Nanny were happy because their warm friend and admired leader chanced to be in that felici tous condition. And Trolley felt pretty good because he had escaped the day without having cause to yield to his hatred against Cadet Corporal Sharpe. They were singing a merry glee song as the boat swung into the dock. The y were still singing as they stepped ashore. Then the song ended. A boy had emerged from the darkness with a note which he handed to Trolley. "I guess it's for you," he said, glibly. "The feller told me to give it to a Jap in cadet clothes .. '' While Trolley's three companions gathered about him under the wharf lamp the messenger disappeared, fingering the ample fee he had received for his part of the plot. The Japa nese youth read the hiero glyphics with many manifestations of surprise. After a moment he translated: "Come to Flannigan's saloon on Front stree t at once. I am in trouble, and I ask you to h elp m e a s you are my countryman. Uo not refuse m e this favor. Matsuri." "Why, that's the wardroom boy," exclaimed Nanny. "He no write this," said Trolley, into whose eyes had crept a peculiar gleam. "This trick of that devil, Sharpe." "How do you know?" asked Clif, I signaling Joy behind the Japanese youth's back. The signal meant: "Watch carefully; he must be prevented from gcing at all hazards.'' ''I know because Matsuri no can write," was Trolley's decisive response. "Him ignornnt as cow. So Sharpe want to fool me. I go.'' He thrust one hand into his blouse and touched a hard object confined in the inner pocket. The action did not escape Cl if. "Well, if you insist on it, all right, chnm," he said with assumed indiffer ence. "Can we go with you?" "No, I go alone.'' "It's your funeral. I have done every thing I can to prevent trouble. But I want you to do me one favor first. Trolley looked at him. ''It is that you first take a bite of supper with us at the hotel," continued Clif. "Don't shake your bead. It isn't often I

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ARMY AND NA VY 1417 ask you to do anything. And you know you can fight better if you are well fortifie d. ' Very reluctantly the Japanese youth g a ve his con se nt, and the party were soon in the office of a modest hotel. "Send up supper for four to a private room," Cl if told the clerk in an aside. "And give us a room near the roof. We may do a little singing a nd shouting." He winked o n e ey e and spoke thickly, at the same time flashing a roll of bills. The astute clerk un de rstood. He had had previous expe ri e nc e with naval cadets. "Now, fell o w s," said Faraday, when they reached the apartment, which was ver y near the roof indeed, "we'll give Trolley a mouthful and wish him succes s.'' The Japanese iad dropped into a chair and sta red m o odily a t the floor. Clif sidl e d up to Joy and whispered: "I have a plan. It is desperate, but I think it will work like a charm. We 111 u s t s ecur e Trolley so that he can't leave this room. Then I'll take a trip down to Mr. Flannigan 's and see whp is there." "The fir s t part's all right," replied the lanky plebe, "but I draw the line at the second without you take me with. you." ''Nope. here a nd kicking if j o b. You and Nanny must stay guard Trolley. Steady! no you please. I am bossing this "And yon 'Vant all the fun," grumbled Joy. ''I thought you were a man of peace? You are alwa y s preaching about it, and here you are w anting-yes, actually yearning-to go where there promises to be a scrap. Shame!" J o y sig hed. "I must drop that little joke of mine," he said to himself. "It's spoiling too much fun.'' Clif managed to notify Nanny of his intentions and at a signal the three threw themselves upon the unsuspecting Japan ese youth. Trolley fought desperately, but ove rpowering numbers prevailed and he was soon bound and gagged and de posited comfortably behind the couch. "Keep careful watch and do not let him escape," said Faraday, preparing to leave. "When the waiter comes up tell him Trolley and I have ste pp e d out for a moment. l 'll try to be back in an hour at least. Ta! ta!" He vanished, followed by a chorus of remonstrances and pleadings. Five minutes later he entered the store of a fancy costumer. When he emerged ev e n an intimate friend would have thou ght )lim a Japanese. A wig of dark, c o ars e hair, a tint to the skin and a touch here and there made the disguise perfect. "If I don't give Sharpe the surprise of his life I am greatly mi s tak en," he chuckled as he rapidly made his way to the Flannigan cafe. When the barkeeper annourtced that a "gent" wished to see "one of y ouse named Matsuri, '' Crane and Sha rpe sprang to their feet. "Huddle down in the chair with your back to the door, Payne," comm a nded the cadet corporal. ''Pretend to be a s leep a\ld don't move when he enters." C f ane lowered the. gas and the two hurried to the door and placed themselves, one on each side. The bale sticks were in readiness. "We mustn't give him a chance to draw a gun or knife," muttered Sh a rpe, whose face was rather white. "He's a desperate brute, and there's no telling what would happen." "Hist! here he comes." The door swung back and a sturdy, well set up youth strode into the room and advanced toward the table. He had not taken three steps when Sharpe, with a muttered oath, raised his stick and brought it down upon the newcomer's head. Fortunately it was a glancing blow, but its force sent the victim staggering against the table. He landed with a crash and swung partially around, directly under the gas jet. His cap and a shock of black hair fluttered to the floor, and he stood re vealed. ''Cl if Faraday!'' gasped Sharpe and Crane in a breath. A red stain showed above the temple where the sharp edged bale stick had fallen, and a thin line of blood trickled across the forehead, but there was no sign ..

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I J 1418 ARMY AND NAYY of fear or bewilderment in the implacable A voice hoarse with rae ranothrouo-h f "" "" ace. the room and an afoletic figure sprang "Yes, you cowards," came in ringing across to where Clif was lying. tones; "it is Clif Faraday. You are a It was Trolley! pair of miserable curs, You thought to There was a glitter of steel in the dim trap Trolley, a boy who, Japanese as he light, then the report of a revolver echoed is, has more honor and manhood in his through the room. Sharpe felt the wind little finger than you have in your whole of a bullet near his right ear. carcase. You wouldn't dare face--" Almost paralzyed with terror he threw "Jump him, Sharpe," grated Crane, himself upon the Japanese lad. savagely. "He's a better mark than the "Don't shoot! I'll stop. Don't shoot Jap. Jump him." Trolley," he gasped, wrenching at tht: ---weapon. CHAPTER VI. THE PASSING OF SHARPE. As quick as a flash Clif snatched chair. In his frantic efforts he tore it from Trolley's hand. The next second another report rang out, and with a chokino crv Payne lurched forward, settling in up a near the wall. "Come on," he shouted. "Try your jumping if yqu like. I'll give you a warm reception. Come on. I dare you to tackle me. Cowards!" During this scene Payne had remained at the table, staring stupidly at the three cadets. An inkling of what was taking place came into his befuddled brain. "I shay," he hiccoughed. "Whatsh smatter here. H'lo, Faraday. Come have someshing." He tried to rise, and in doing so grasped at the table against which Clif was leaning. The effort caused the table to move and Faraday went reeling backward. Seeing his chance Crane sprang for ward, and, seizing the chair, wrested it from Clif's grasp, at the same time launching forth with his stick. Sharpe, seeing that the foe was at a disadvantage, ran to his companion's assistance. He gave Faraday a brutal blow in the face that brought him to his knees. Crane followed it up with another and with a gasping cry the lad went down full length upon the floor. The terrible scene almost sobered Payne. Staggering across the floor, he caught Sharpe by the arm. "For Heaven's sake, what are you doing?" he cried. "You are killing Faraday." Sharpe's brutal nature was thoroughly aroused. Giving Payne a shove backward, he raised his stick to deliver another blow, but just then there came a quick step at the door. The revolver dropped from Sharpe's nerveless fingers. Leanino over he stared h horrified, at the blanched, upturned face. "I-I my Heaven, I've killed h-him !" muttered, stammering and gasping as lf the words caught in his throat. Then, wheeling quickly he made one leap for the window, and scram bled headlong into the yard outside. Crane, a dazed look upon his face, sank into a chair. His lips moved, but no sound came from them. Suddenly a confused murmur came from the outer room, and several men, among them the proprietor and hi!:' barkeeper, rushed in. "What's the matter here?" demanded Flannigan. "What the dev--" He caught sight of the tw9 cadets upon the floor and the revolver lying near them. "Quick! Lock the front door, Jack," he shouted to his assistant. "There's murder done here, and we'll be p5nched as sure as--'' The words died away in a gasp of astonishment. Payne had struggled to a sitting position, and at almost the same moment Clif moaned and feebly stretched out his arms. Trolley was on his knees beside his friend in an instant. "Water!" he cried. "Bring water quick!" "Whisky is better," muttered the bartender, reaching for the bottle on the table. He poured a liberal allowance into a ..

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AR.\'lY ANil 'fY 1419 glass and placed it to Clif's lips. The latter gasped and opened his eyes. "Here, take this, young feller. It'll bring you around in a "jiffy." But Faraday hook his head. "Not that," he murmured. "I won't touch it." Water was brought and before many minutes had elapsed the two inJured cadets were able to walk. A h as ty examination revealed the fact that Payne's head was merely grazed. "Now you fellers clear out of this as quick as your l egs will carry you," exclaimed Flannigan, savagely. "Come, git, and be quick about it. I'll have no snch carryings on in my place. Jack, show them out through the yard, and see that they git off the premises. It'll cost rne a Jretty penny to square the cops for this." With Trolley assisting him Clif left the room. Payne staggered after them, and Crane m ade a hasty exit, disappearing as soon as the outer air wa. s reached. At the head of the alley Clif and Trol ley ran into Joy and Nanny. The latter two were very much excited, and they haiied the others with evident relief. No questions were asked until the hotel was reached. Then when Clif's bruises had been dressed and supper laid, mutual explanations were exchanged. Clif gave a brief description of the affray in the saloon, then he asked how had appeared so opportunely. Both Joy and Nanny hung their heads, but the Japanese lad laughed grimly. "I tell you," he said. "While I lay back of sofa-I get square sometimes for that trick, Clif Faraday-I hear Joy say to Nanny that he no wait longer, then he go in a hurry to look for Clif. I think awhile and I say little Nanny he got big heart, he no see me suffer. Then, I groan and moan and by and by he come ov e r and look at me. I hold breath till I black in face. He think I choking--" "I'll let you choke next time," interrnpted Nanny, indignantly. "He take out gag, thee I ask him to let go one arlll as I feel very bad. He do so, and-poof!" "He threw me under the table and ran down stairs. And I think it was a mean trick.'' ''A 11 's well that ends well,'' quoted Clif, tenderly feeling bis bruises. "As it happens we come off with flying colors Mark my words, that fellow Sharpe won't return.'' "Think he'll desert?" "Sure. He believes he killed Payne, and be won't show his nose in the service again.'' "For which make us trnly thankful," sighed Joy. "I have only one regret." "That you missed the fun," smiled Cl if. The lanky plebe eyed him reproach fully. "How can you say that? You know I mean that fighting occurred. I am a man of--'' A chorus of groans and catcalls brought him to a stop. It was plainly apparent his little "bluff," to use a common expression, was no longer serviceable.' When the liberty party left the dock an hour later Cadet Corporal Sharpe was missing. "I suppose he will be off in another boat and get demerited for being over ti111e," said the officer in charge, care lessly. But Clif and his chums had no such belief, neither did Cran e and Payne, who had appeared in time to catch the cutter. Cadet Corporal Sharpe was absent when the Monongahela left New London, and there was joy among the plebes as they knew that it meant desertion for him and a great relief to them. [THE END.] In the next number (3r) of Army and Navy will be published as the complete Naval Academy story, "Clif Faraday's Wit; or, 'rhe Chase of the Yacht Fleetwing," by Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N.

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The A STORY OP N9RJH1WEST CANADA BY WM.MURRAY CRAYDOM II Autlw1 of "A Legacy of Peril," "ln Forbidden Nepaul," elc. (" TrrE CRYPTOGRAM" was commencecl in No. 27. Back 11nm\Jer s can \Je ohtainecl or all newsdealers.) CHAPTER IX. AT THE MERCY OF THE SEA. DOR an bour or more I sat 011 the edge of my berth, ponleri11g the matter first in one way and then in another. Tbe captain's plain speech had opened my eye8, as it were, and as 1 recalled many Ii ttle incidents of the past, looking at them now in their true light, 1 saw that I barl indeed bee11 dull-witted and slow of compreh1msion. I bad won Flora's heart-she returned my affection. That was the meani11g of her frequent blushes and confusion -signs which I bad interpreted as indifTereuce when I tbonght of them at all. The discovery both caused me an exquisite joy and added to my wretchedness. At the first I painted a bright and glowi11g picture of the future. Flora should Le mi11e I I would make ber my wife, aud carry her off into the wilderness or to one of the lower towns. I was young and strong, I bad some money laid by, and it wou l d be but a delightful task to carve a home and a fortune for the two of us. So l reasoned for a time, and the11 a more sober mood followed. I saw that I bad been indulging iu an en1pty dream. ':There is no such happiness for me!'' I groaned 11lou11. "I was a fool to think of it for a moment. The girl loves me, it is true, but no persuasion of mine could e..-er induce her to break her promise. She belongs to Griffith Hawke, and she will marry him. And even if it were possible to win her, honor and duty, which I have al ways held sacred, would keep me from such a k11h visb trick. If I proved m1faitbful to rny trust, c ould I ever hold up my bead amoug 111en agaiu?" Thus I r evolved the matter in my mind, and I confess that I was sorely tempted more than once to stake all on the cbance of making Flora 111y own. But in the enrl I resolved to he true to my manhood-to tbe principles my father bad been at such pains to teach me. Without taking the t rouble to undress, I stretch ed myself on my bed-the hour was Jate-aud for a long ti111e I dozen or tosserl restlessly at intervals. At last I fell into a sound sleep, and it conlrl have been no great while afterwarcis when I was rudely awakened by a crash tlrnt pitched me out of my bnnk to the floor A second and far louder crash followed at once. immediately overhead, and then a shrill commotion broke out. I knew that the ship bad struck, and I lost no ti111e in getting to my feet. Luckily no hones were broken, and with some difficu lty-for the vesse l was pitchi11g heavily-I groped my way through the dark ness to the deck. Here 1 behelrl such a "cene as I trust I may neer see agai11. The n1ain111ast harl fallen, tearing a g reat gap in the bulwark, and crushing two sailors under its weight. Hiram Buuker anrl some of bi" men we r e rushing to and fro, shonting and yelling; other s were gaz ing as though stupefied at the wreckage of shattered spars, flapping canvas, and twisted cordage. The ship was plunging fore and aft-a sure sign that she was not uow aground. ThA 111ist bad partl y cleared, aml the air was raw and cutting. A stor m ot w i nd and rain was raging, blowing from the starboar d o r seaward side. Several the crew b a d followed m e above, but most of them bad evidently been busv on deck at the time of the disaster. A single lamp was Lurning, and at first none observed my presence. All was seemiugly confusio11 and panic, and the skipper's orcier were being tardily obeyed. I moved forwar d a littl e, and recogtiized Cap tain Rudstone l1olding to the snappedoff eud of the nrn"t. "What bas happened?" I demanded anxiously. "Are we in danger?" "Little doubt of it, Mr. Carew," he answered calmly. "Tl1e ship struck on a submerged rock-prob: ably tbe s ic!e edge of it-and i111mediately sheered oil' into deep water. It was a bard blow to the mast, which crnsbed two poor fellows to death i n its fall. "What is the t ime?" I asked. "Two o'clock of the morning, and we are close to the shore.'' "The vessel might have fared worse," said I. "But is she leaking?" "Ay, there's the rub," the captnin replied. "The water is pouring in, and the ship is already beginning to settle." "God help us," I cried, "if that is true!" I wanted further confirmation, and I hurried away t o seek the.skipper. I found him close by, aud as J hurried up to birn he was joi11ed bv auotber man a bear ded sailor, "ho call ed out excitedly: "There is fonr feet of water in the well, sir, and it is stearlily increasing. We ca11't keep afloat long." "Stick to tbe pumps, Lucas, and do what you can the skipper directed. "Get some food ready, men, a:1!1 prepare to lower the boats," be shouted loudly to the crew. Then he turned to me. "This is a bad business, Mr. Carew," be saici, hoar se ly. "It's a ll up with my sbip, and I'm a ruined rnan. But I'm going to save all hands, if i t i.s possible. Where is Miss l:latberton?" "In her cabin," I replied. I had not forgotten the g irl, but I bad felt reluctant to rouse ber until 1 k11ew what dunger threatened us. Now there was no time to lose, aud I hastened to the compnnionway. At the foot of It, where tbero wa some depth of water, 1 dimly perceived Flora wading toward me. She uttered a little cry of joy aud clasped my arm. "So you are up and dressed," I exclaimed. "I was just. co111ing for you." "I was "l'lakened by the crash," she replied, and I prepared for the worst at ouce. Is the ship sinking D enzil? "She will go down ultimately," I answered "but t here is p lenty of time for all hands to escape. Do not be a l a r med "I am not frightened," she said, bravel y "l know tbat I am safe with you.'' There was a tenderness in her voice tha t tempter! me to some mad reply, but I checked the in1pulse I bade her stay whe r e she was while I went to my cabin for some a rticl es of value. I was qnickl y hack, and as soon as tbe companion was c lear-the skipper and some o f t he crew were sw11rm ing down-I h e lped Flora up. We we n t fo rwar d to t h e bulwark, Captain Rudstone

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ARMY AND NAVY 1421 joining us, and there Wtl waited for a quarter of an hour of suspense a11d anxiety. In spite of ti.le sucking of tbe pumps, the ship settled steadily, bows first, an of comfort, and she seen1ed to nuderstauJ the meaning of my ominous stilluess. "Are we going to be drowuedP" she asked. "We are iu God's hands, Flora," I answered, hus kily. '"l'be shore is very close, and we are driftiug straight i11. A tremendous surf is breaking and it will be a miracle if we Jive tbrough it." "Then we will die togeth er, Deuzil,'' the brave girl whispered; and as she look ed up a t me I read in h e r eyes the confession of her heart-the pure deptb of a love that was all my own. CHAPTER X. THE D.A.WN OF D.A.Y. Flora's words, and the meaning glance that accorw panied them, melted He resolve I bad made but a few hours before. There was uo reasou, indeed wby 1 should keep silence at s11cb a time. 1 believed that we were both in the jaws of death, with not the famtest chance of ascape. 'l'o lift the c loud that was bet"een us -to snatch what bliss was possible out of our 1110ments-would he a sweet auct pardonable thing. So, while the spar bore us lightly amid the curling waves, I drew the gid mor" tightly to my breast with one arm, and press e d kisses on h e r lips and eyes, on the salty, dripping bail' that C'l11stered about her forehead. "My darling, I love you!" I whispered passiouately in h e r ear. "You must let me speak; I C'a11 hid e it 110 longer. I lost my heart weeks ago, bnt honor h eld me sileut. What more I said I do not reC'all, but I know that I poured forth all my burning, pent-up affection. When I had finished, Flora lifted her tear-dimmed eyes to my face and smiler!; sbe put a tremhliug arm about my neck and kissed me. ''Aud I Jove you, Denzil, '' she said, softly, ''Ob, I am so glad that I can tell you: it seems t o take away the sting rif death. I would have hidd e n the truth from you; I w ould havP kept my promise and marrierl Gl'iflith Hawke. But now -11ow it is different. In death we belong to each other. You macle me love you. Denzil-yon were so kiud, so good, so brave!" "If we eoulrl 011Jy live, aud be happy together!" I repli ed, hoarsely. "Hush I God knows best," she whispered. "In life we must have been apart. Kiss me again, Denzil, and hold me tight. The end will not be long!" I kisserl her passionately, and drew her as close to me as I cou!
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1422 ARMY .A..:-;D K.A.\'Y promontory of rock and bushes jutted ont some distance. It was to Jeewal'd of tbe wind, whiclJ was blowing us perceptibly that wBy, while at tbe same time tbe waves swept us landward. I knew that if we should drift under the promontory, where doubtless tbe surf was l ess violent, there woul1l be sollle faint hope of esrape. I said nothing to Flora, however, for I tbougbt it best to Jet her conti..Jue to believe Lbe worst. Sbe was rnucb weaker uow, and made 110 effort to speak; but tbe look in ber hair-closed t;yes was more Ploque11t thau words. On and on we plunged, gaiuivg speed every instant -now deep down between walls of glassy water, now tossed high on tlie curling swell. At intervals I sighted the shore-we were close upou it-and there was no longer any doubt that we should strike to leeward of the promontory. Faster aud faster! The sp!H' spun rou11d an
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ARMY A:\JJ l\AVY 142.3 saw her no more that day. One thing sadly marred our spirits-we baa 110 hope that Hiram l:lunlrnr or any of his crew bad been sa and the disaster cast a gloom on all in the fort. 1 n1ay add bare that tbe two voyagers found the bodies of the kind-hearted Ameri can skipper and six of bis men, and that they were buried tbe following clny ou a low bluff overlooking the sce n e of their d eath-struggles. Peace to tbeir asbes I slept souudly until late in tbe aftemoou, and when supper was over, and I bad visited Baptiste iu the hos pital Captain Rudstone and I spellt a quiet evening with 'the factor. Over pipes and brandy we told him the story of the wreC'k, and of the circumstances that led to our hurried Hight from QuebPc. He agreed tbat we bad acted wisely, flllrl be bad some remarke to make to the disadvantage of Cuthbert Mackenzie. "He is a revengeful man," be added, "and he will leave no stone unturned to settle witb you for that night's work. I have no doub.t that the theft of Lord Selkirk's despatches was his aun." "He did not get them," tbe captnin laughed. "It would have been a most Ullfortunate thing if be bad "tbe factor replied gravely. Oue of tbe letters in the packet was and be bad already. received it. "Lord Selkirk is a shrewd and determmed man and I am glad. to know that they understand the danger at tbe bead office in London. My instructions are just wbat I have wished them to be, and I sup pose the irnport of all the is about the same.'' "Very lik ely," assented Captain Rndstone. "I aru glad you are pleased. Trouble bas been brewing this long time, a11d the C'risis can't be far off. By-the-by, have you bad news from Quebe;: later than the date of our saili11g?" "Not a word, sir. The last mail, which brought me some London papers, left Fort Garry at the close of June. Tbe factor sighed. He was fond of the life of towns, and h\l bad, been buried 111 the wi!demess for ten years. "Gentlemen, fill your glasses," be added. "Here's to the prosperity of the company!" ''May it continue for ever I'' supplemented the captain. I drank the toast, and then inquired what was the state of tbe lower country. "There have beau no open hostilities as yet," the factor replied, "but there nre plenty of rumors-ugly rumors. And that r eminds me, Mr. Carew, a l rnlf breed brought me a message from Griffith Hawke two days ago." "I rather expected to fin11 him here," said I, trying to bide my eagerness at tbe opeuing of a subject which I had wished to come to. "He bas abandoned that intention," the factor stated. "He is afraid to leave at present. The redskins have been impudent in bis neighborilood of late, and be thinks their loyalty bas b e., n tampered with by the Northwes t people. He begged me to send you and Miss Hatherton on to For t Royal at the first opportunity after your arrival, and there happens to be one open now.'' "How that?" I asked. "My right baud man, Gummidge-you met him at supper-bas been transferred to Fort Garry," the fac tor e.xplained 'He is married, and be and his wife will go by way of the Churchill river and Fort Royal. Mrs. Gummidge will be a companion to Miss Rather-. ton. They expect to start in a week, so as to cover as muc h ground as possible before tbe winter sets in." "The sooner the better," said I. "And what abont the marriage?" Captain Rudetone inquired, carelessly. "There will be a priest here-one of the French fathers-in the course of a month,'' said the factor, "and I will send him on to Fort Royal." I tried hard to appear unconcerned, for I saw that Captain Rudstone was watching me keenly. I trust I shall be present for the ceremony," be remarked. "I go south by that route when I have fin ished 1vith the business that brought me to the bay. I have three forts to visit hereabonts first." The factor suckert thoughtfully at bis pipe. "Hawke is a lucky man," he said. "By gad, I envy bim Miss Hatberton is the prettiest bit of woman hood I ever clapped eyes on." "She is too young for Hawke," said Captain Rudstone, with a sly glance in my direction. ''She will make bim a good wifo, '' I replied, aggres sively. "There is another who wishes to marry her," be answered. "What do you mean by that?" I cried. "I refer to Cuthbert Ma ckenzie," sai
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A PROVIDENTIAL DELIVERY; OR, The Mystery of the Stolen Nugget I By E A. CARR. CLEAVER RAN FOR HIS LI.FE, FOLLOWED BY THE GRIZZLY (page 1425). T four o'clock one August morning in the early sixties, the slumbering camp at Parker's Gulch was aroused by a sudden outburst of sh outs a nd oatbs, followed by ttrn sharp crack of a firearm. Instantly tbe whole settlelllent was astir. Shanty doors w e r e f!png open; rough beads emerged blinking and yawnin g frorn the flaps of tents; and he anled miue rs. heavy with s l ee p, stumble d hithe r and tlntbe r an1ong tlJ e 111ounds aud s lui ces of the mines "What is it? \\'h e r e is the fight?" asked young Beeching, th'l heacl man of the Pio ne<'I' mine, of every one he met. No rlefi11ite answer wa s forthcoming until h e met "Bill: Jpff," a giant lumberman who bail move d westward lik e the r es t nuder the ep id emic of "golrl fe,er." "Figh t? There aren't any," g ro w lecl .Je ff, evidently disappointed t lint the r e was n o t "It's only that 'Hoppy Pete' gone nrnd a n l e t t in' hb pistol off, jtist to make a rumpus!" Without more words h e passe d on, and Beeching hur ried rlo" n to Pete's cabin, on the hank of the stream that traversed tbe gulch. H e r e in the 0entre of a knot of l1urlv mine r s. l w fonnd "Hoppy Pete," whose lame nes s had s nggested this 11iclrnan10 to his comrades. B e was a spare little nian, sober ancl bard working, who mined a small claim on bis own arconnt. The pre vi o u s day he had Imel a rare stroke of Juel<; his pick had tnrued up a nugget of gold that turned the scale at seventy-thrPe ounres-by far the bigges t "find" that Parkel''s Gu i e b had known. Congratulations and drinks had poured in upon him; he had been re-named ''Happy Pet<3,'' and bad gone oft' to his bunk scarcely sober. Wbat was wrong now! Bee ching won dered. "Gone-it's gone. I tell you!" the poor fellow was shrieking, h fa e y es fnll of tears, hi s whole frame shak ing with "Rome low thief has it-some of yo11 I'll have the law o f him though, see if I d on't! I'll have the sheriff over! I'll put a l:)ullet through him I My nugget's stolen, I t e ll you!" With diffi culty Beeching gathered the facts o f he story. Pete had tied the nugget about bis wa ist in a strip of wash-leather, inside hi s shirt, aucl bad fallen to sleep with bis anns c r ossed over the precious find. His d oo r like those of most of the miners, had but n crazy fastening; and p oo r Pete bad a wakened to find it wid e open, part of lli s improvise d b elt cut away, and the nugget missiug. A sort of impromptu council being h e ld among the group, it was proposed to make a lrnt-to-1.lut search. Ero tbe method of it could be settled, a newcomer burst in among tbe d e baters-a lean shiftless-lookiug man with a r ed goatee beard and -a shock of flandng hair. "Pete's nugge t stole?" said this man eagerly. Wal, I reckon I ongbter t ell yer all I lrnow 'Bout midnight I he erd them young chaps in tbe cabin next 1!1i110 sturnblin' r ound in the dark an' whisperin' together. So, heerin' the n ews just now, I peeks in ti.Jee r place, an' fiudg it empty!'' The miners looked at each other, and determined to commence their search at the abse11tees' cahin. The hut stood bebiud a heap of wasl1eCl ear t h a few paces from the river. C l ose by, a rough stake stuck in the g round was surmounted by a boanl wl1er eo n was painted in straggli11g letters: "THE HOPE-ON. "By tbe Bros. Wulsb." "I don't two quiet lads like them would be guilty of stealing,' said Harry Beeching, wh o bad often seen the brothers toiling manfully witb pick and cradl e ou their tiny ''cl a im,'' and had spoken Jnndly to them as two plucky youngst ers. "We'll search, anyway; that's n o h arm," said a burly mine r among the crowd. The door b eing aiar, h e, Pete and Beeching entered the h11t, whicb was too small to 11dmit any mor,1. To it au easy 111atte r T\l'O spar e pairs of boots

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ARl\IY A.:\D NA \'Y 1425 were under the hunks: a Bible anrl a book of adven tures, a box containing a housewife's case and few clothes, anrl so1110 mining tools, "0111pleted tbe lads' possessions. The searC'h!'rs had found 11othi11g, a11rl were tur11i11g to leave wheu tbe cripple caught ight of son1ethi11g stuffed between the upper bunk augb to warn us as be did, or if any of the others had happened to drop across us first, we should have been shot down on sight I know tbese n:iners better tha11 you-it's sbo0t first and try afterwards with them." "But it's awfully bard to lorn onr claim, and tools and everytl;iug, after slaving like 11iggers for six months, becau8o we happened to tramp over to Fre mont town to post our letters home to the old folks just the 11ight this happened,'' persisted tile younger brother. ''Yes; anrl I thought it such a f!;OOd pla11,'' replied Hal, "walking in the cool night mr, and not haviug to waste a day's work to go there aud oack. But wllo put tbet leather behind bunk, I w011der?" 'J'hat red-beaded brute, Dan Cleaver, I'll go bail," Bert answered sturdily. He has al ways hated us since you thrashed bin1 for thro" iug watel-over me. He must have found it ann hiddeu it in our c:.abiu tor spite, or else the thief did." A little further the two strode 011; then Bert Walsh stopped. "I'm deadheat, Hal," be said, with something like a groan. "My right foot is bleeding where the boot rubs it. and I ca11 't drng auy further; this heat is cbokiug me. Let me hide away in the shade somewhere among those rocks, aud you go on.'' The poor boy's lips were trembling and his face white nnd draw11. He hart borne the agony of a raw galled heel 11ntil be felt faint. "Good idea, youngster," said bis brother. "But you don't tbink I'm brute enongb to leave you, do you? No; you sit down while I bunt for a llidi11g-place." He clambered among the huge stones at the foot of the steep slope above them, and in abont twenty u1inutes returned. "Just the thiug," be -said cheerily; "a steep-climb up to it, but it's quite n cave, nearly bigb enough to stand up in, and as dark and cool as a well." He led the way, Bert limping in tbe rear. They crossed a huge mass of falle11 earth, scrambled up a wall of rocks heaped pell-mell, and gained tbe mouth of tbe cave, which com111a11ded a clear view of tbe eud of the valley opposite to tbat by which they bad en tared. Bert turned round to see tbat all was safe as he entered the cavern, a11d the sight that met his eyes made his heart leap wildly. ot a mile away, just mounting the rirlge beyond the valley, he saw a little knot of borsemeu, evidently co111ing toward him. "Look. Hal--Jook he cried, pointing to the still distant group. "Do you tbi11k they saw us?" llal shook his bend i11 dubious silence;. the figu1es grew bigger anti bigger m1til at last they surmountecl tile slope, so near 11ow that their features could almost be distinguished. In front of tbe rest rode a stalwart fellow "born the fugith es could recoguiw as "Big Jeff.'' Had he SE*'n ther11? Apparently not, for he drew rein until the others ca111e up with him. Then a consultation took place, the gesturjng figures eagerly watched meanwhile by the two brothers. Prese11tly four of the men dis111ouuted, handed their horses' reius to the rest, aml began a carefnl hunt among the rocks. clan1bering wbere horses would have bee11 worse tha11 useless. Bert gave a groan of despail'. 'It's all up, Harry," he said. "l don't see bo" they can miss a :arge ope11ing like this; see how carefuliy they work rouud e\ ery group of rocks! We are trapper!, 01d man-I only wisb 1 had a pistol or something to make a fight with I" H:s brother would have consoled birn, but it was U!Se!ess. :No he s1' that cangbt tbe hapless man iu the right thigh. Ile fell beadlo11g, with a shnek of agony, and the rnoustP.r was l'lose upon him to make an end, wbe11 Jeff's rifle ra11g out anti tbe bear rollerl over and over in its death-spasm. In a couple of minutes the men were gathered round the prostrate Dau, wl1ose thigh was terribly lacerated and torn. A bandage was in1provised and bound rou11d the \\Otrnd. In securi11g it, Jefl' felt something bard and bulging ovor his patient' s heart. Cutting open bis shirt, a linen package was disclosed, bound round Dan's waist by a thin cord. Jeff did not scruple to rip the liuen opeu with his k11ife's point, awl there, shining in tbe sunlight, was revealed the "Golden Dream" nugget! Of the excitement that followed, what need to tell? Pete would have shot the ti lief where be Jay groaning and bleeding, but Jeff was permptory. "Take him back to camp au' git bis wounds dressed first anyway,'' be insisted; and the other men wern bum'ane enough to support his They were helping the wretched Cleaver to bis horse .-vbeu a rang out from above them, aud the Walsh brothers appeared at tbe mout11 of their shelter. "Wal, I'm kinder glad we didn't bev to shoot ye, boys '' was Jeff's characteristic; greeting when the brothers came up to him. No other apology was offered, but of the men shook hands with the lads they bad come to shoot a11d they were given lifts be hind Jeff and Pete on the journey back to camp. How fortune smiled ou tile Walsh lads, and gave them-not 11uggets, but a wasb of j?rain gold that sent the111 home happier and richer to tbeir parents-are not these things co111mon knowledge iu the unwritten l!is tory of Parker's Guieb? And Dan Cleaver. Fate was kind to him, in a way, for on tbe second night after the accideut that revealed bis crime, be contrived to remove a plank in the timber shanty where he was coulined, and made bis escape, vanishing for ever from tbe srnme of hili treachery

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,. Tom Fenwick's Fortune; or, The Gold of Flat Top Mountain By FRANK H. CONVERSE. 1Copyrighted, American Puulisllcrs' Corporntio11.) ('"fOlI FENWICK'S FOR'IUN1'" was coinrnencell i11 ::So. 19. Back nm11uers can lie outainecl from all uewsdealers.1 CHAPTER XXXVI. A SURPlUSE FOR MR. PARLIN. 0:11 and Phil's ride from Ramon&s to the Bruton ra11cb was a rlelightful one. The sun was "'ell down in the l'l'estern sky as tbe two young men rnde up to the Bruto11 ranch. From the long French wirn!ows reach ing to the piazza came the sound of a pia110, at which '1'0111 prickod up liis ears. ''I !Jope Dolly is up to the times and bas a ba11jo, '' he saW. as they turned their !Jorses !Jeads up tbe wide driveway bordered with a thorn he<'ge. Jobu J:l1'.ntou, seeing tbe approac:ti11g strangers, came out to meet them. His astouislrn1eut was quite as great as bis joy, as with so111e difficulty be recognized in tbe t\\o we'll dres>ed riders his two cowboys of the previous season. "I cau't tl1ank you, To1J1, for all you have done," be saidwringiug To111's ba11c! after the tirst fervor of_greeting was over; "but possibly Dnll)'. Ill the frout roo111 there at the piauo-go lll a1ul give her a surprise. Pl:il aud I will follow later, after he's told me all about what has happened since we saw you both.'' Xothiug loath, 1'010 havinghrusbed off sorue of the thicke;t of tlte dnst oueyed with a fast Leat111g heart. Ste11pi11g softly turougl1 tl1e !011g be saw Dolly sitting at. the piauo-110 Jouger wear111g the u11-couYentw11al attire of otbe1 clay but dressed in accord with her c ha11ged smTon1H.liugs. And as her vi itor stood half .llesitatiug how to au nuu11ce himself Dolly said aloud: "Poor Tom-I wish I kuew just where be was to-ad stair case. Such tre111enrlous brimmerl felt bats, sucb guyly tl'i1umed jackets, worH OYe1 blue shirts, with a red silk hanclkercbief knotted at tbe throat, Jolmsou bad never seen! Such high boots, and tightly-fitting breeches, am1-Great 8eott h o w much tbe older and bigger of tbe two looked like ''Afars Tom that runned away out Wes'!" Rueb was Joh11son 's thought as be u sb.ered t!Je strau gers into the study, after "hicl1 be l eft the io o lll. Mr. Parlin cleared bis tln;oat. _.;. touc h of his usual pomposity sho\\'ecl itself in his speecb and manne." as th<> heavier built of ti.ta t"'o, rnotio11ing Lis companion to a seat, coolly drop1 Jed into 1\lr. Parli11 's particular easv chair. ''To wlrnt am 1-er-indebted for this visit-geutlernen 1 The older of the two clnffed his sombrero, which he tossed carelessly 011 the table. "Woll, Mr. Parlin," (Tom bad never called him anythi11g else) "how are yo11J This is my irieucl Phil Amsted; Phfl, this is my stepfather." llfr. Pa1U11 fell heavily 011 a conYe11ie11t lounge. His pleasure at seeing his stepsou alive was for tbe mo ment swallowe
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.ARMY .AND N.AVY some sort of a low show. Perhaps eveu a dime museum. Else he would ne,er hae dared to maka such an exhil.Jition of himself in Ins native tollly I am-I a11t-paralyzecl1 so to speak, hj the sight before me. That you-er-scion of nn aristo<'ratic family, sboulrt have-er-sunk so low as your motley garb suggests, is-er-terrible.'' Phil, who w>ls enjoying the sceue with a keen ap preciation of it all, shook his head sadly 1,efore Tom <'onlrl rt>ply. And 1t11knotting the red silk handkerchief from his neck, Phil buried llis face in its folds with a hysteric sob. "And to tltink be might have been a lawyer if he had but bee.led JOU!' wishes," said wicked Phil. "It is-i11deed teni t.le "Don't be a fool, Phil," exclaimed Tom in au undertone. But Phil was fairly la1111cbecl. Stopping Tom, who ""s about to speak, by a gesture, Pliil went on, adtlressiug Jllr. Parlin, who stared at birn in n1ute astoni bn1ent. "But, sir, forgive him! Ren1embe1-, sir," mid Phil in impassioned tones, and clasping his hancls with au affectation of earnestness, "he is but youug. We 'cow punchers'" (bere J\.lr. Parliu groaned} "rnay be poor, but we are ho11est. Forty dollars a montb and hoard, is a comparatively small i11come, especially for Tom, wbo co11ternplates lllatrimo11y with tbe dnughter of a party also interested iu-catLle pursuits. Yet even love in a hnmhle cot--" "Phil!" >1gaiu exclai111erl his friend, and this time so sharply tllllt Phil was u,omentaril v silenced. But Mr. stat!\ of mi11cl ca11 hardly be de scribed. His sepson was a-cow puncher. Tile name conveyed to his mental vision only tl1e picture of a fantastically attired person driving drnves of wild ey.::cl steers tn a stoc k-yard, as he hacl once seen in Chkago. And added to it all was a conteinplutecl marriage with 0110 front the same grade of society. "Thomas!" said llfr. Parlin, witb terrible solemnity, "He111'eforth I-I wash 111y hands of you. The money left you by your lan1ented motlier is invested in your name-that shall be 111ad11 over to you at once. But from this time, Thomas, we are stra11gen. 'lAnd so," returned To111 in a peculiar voice.h.."you cast me off-because I have been a orker. well, I 8Uppose you'll shake hands before I leave you for ever." Under the veneering of Mr. Parlin's pride of name and birth was the real 111an. And at bis stepson's re mark,u slight conflict took plaee betl'l'een the false and tile true. He wa,erod isihly. "Shake hands 1 1 woulil do far more than that, Thomas. ludeerl, I-I-perhaps I have been hasty. But oh, Tho111as, if yon had adopted any vocation except ing that of a cow puncher!" lllr. Parlin pronounced tbe word alniost shudderingly. Phil brnvely choked down an inclitwtion t o roar. Tom, with a lurki11g liegnn: Parl111, my chum there has been--" "Lady and gemllla11, sal1. 1 wanted 'en1 to stop in de pal'loi-, on'y whe11 dey hear 'bollt yon bein' 'gage d wicl-wid-clt>Re yere-" (nodding over his shoulder at Tolll nnd Pbil)-"tney want to b e showpd right up." Of course tbe interruption proceeded from Johnson. CH .\PTER XXXVIJ. CONCLUSION. Johnson's curiosity was at its high11st pitch as be announc-ed the entranee of -two more visitors. Seldom, if ever, in !\Ir. Parlin's well regulated house, where everything moverl alo11g in routine order, did anythi11g occur out of the common. And Johnson was jl'.rentl.r exercised at the strange assemlilage ht Parlin's study. "l think I heard something said nhout p11nche1i:;,' Bnh Pal'lin ,'' exclnin1 e d a hearty ,C"e. ' Ha\e you forgotten when something like forty odd years rigo you nn < l [ ns:ed lo drive cows f1 pasture, 'way down i11 .Maine,' ns the song goes?" Bob Parli11 T<>nt stond in claze1l silence as, with the worrls, Mr. John Br11ton, as irreproachably dressed as his stepfather himsl'lf, entered the 1oom in company with a young lady whose attire, while lacking any elemPnt of extreme fashion, was neat and tastefnl. Boh Parlin I Tbis to Robert T. Parlin, Esquirel Torn 's wildest fancies had never reached a height from whfrh even his stepfather's boyhood would admit of a nickname! "John Bl'uton l Good Heavens I My old schoolmate, playmate, and-and-all tbat sort of thi11g Only there was nothing melod1'a111atic in Mr. Parlin's welcome I It however lacked nothing in cordiality. arnl, as Phil afterward S>lirl irreverently, "Ohl Parlin seemed to come to life while he was shaking l1unds witb Uncle Jack." "Anrl this is my daughter Dolly," said John Bruton, with cvnscious pride. Mr. Parlin, sublimely unconscious of the wicked gl1ull'es that had beeu passiJ1g between the three young people, grasped Dolly'R baud 1'\"itb an eCfusive11ess Tom hart 11e,er expected to see in his usually rather stiff-111au11erecl stepfatber. "Bless you, 111y child," murmurerl Mr. Parlin, who possibly hacl forgotten himself. "Letrne-er-kissyou for your niotber." Auel really he suited t:,e action to the word as though he l'Ujoyed it. "Oh," he added, turning rather red, "I-er-for got! This is Mr. Amsted. And this"-indicating Tom who shn\\ecl no signs of recognizing Mr. Bruton, "i; rny stepson Thomas, who bas ret11rned like tbe-erprocligal stepson, after an ahseuce of 111011ths in the West, where I regret to say he has beeu following the occupatiou of--" "Cowboy, eh?" put in Mr. Bruton, glancing with atl'ectefl innocence at Tom's fantastic get up. "Well, a good rnau can make bis living at the business easy that is, if he's st1>arly and nnn1a-rried." Mr. Parlin smiled in a ghastly sort of way. "I presume you are riglJt, John. But-I bad other views for Thomas. And-look here, Bruton," continued Mr. Parlin, droppiug his voice, "I suppose a cattle puncher is-er-well. about the lowest grade of employment iu the West, is it not?" John Bruton suppressed a s111ile. ":Not exac1ly. In fact, I myself &Ill one on a larger scale, yet 1'111 rather a wealthy man, despite my win ter's los8es. But I've sold out my Ne!v Mexica11 ranch to Mr. James Amsted and his son and have come East to li\e." J\lr. Parlin's astonishment was such that he did 11ot notice pretty Dolly exchanging glances of demure intelligence with Ids stepson and the young fellow of low teudeucies, who llimself seemed 011 the verge of explosion. ''You me,.Jobn," he suid, awk wardly, "I-bad a-d1ffereut idea of the meaning of the word." Then dropping his voice again, Mr. Parlin went on: "The worst-is to come, Jack. My stepson bas rashly engaged l;imself to some youug girl whose-er-rela tives, as nearly as I cau lean1, are iu a similar liue of business. I do nnt know her family name, or anythiug of ber antecedents--'' "But I do," cheerfully interrnted Mr. Bruton "nnd I'll vouch for the respectability of the eutire outfit as tbe young girl happens to he 1ny daughter J 'oily he1:e." p,)or i\J r. Parlin was literally struck speecl1)pss and as Phil tersely expressed it afterward, "the starch tnllf and Dolly. We hope some day tothat is, we intencl-01 rather mean--" "'i'o get 111a1-rierl," nut in Phil, by way of re!iet'iug his friend's embarrassment. ''That's ahont the size of it,'' said John Bruton slapping Mr Parlin on the shoulder, "and I you won't withhold your conse11t, eh, Bob Parlin?"

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1428 .A:s'D NA.YY ''And perhaps you won't cast me off-or wish us to be stra11gers," laughed Tom. "And you '11 try and love me a little for Tom's sake,'' said Dolly, shyly, as she slipped her fingers into bewildered Mr. Parliu's band. ''And you won't tbink any worse of me for being a 'cow puncher,' added Phil, gravely. Well, Mr. Parlin managed to stammer a r eply to each and all of these interrogations. Then the party retnrned to the llotel where Tom and Phil resu111ed their wonted apparel, to the great disappoint111ent of the crowd vvhich had assembled. But when Tom him self was recognized as one of their own townsn1en, and tbe stepson of wealthy Mr. Parlin, and, it was whispered, he llarl returued with a vast fortune after passing through the most wonderful adventures, enthusiasm knew no bounds. That evening a happy group assembled at llfr. Parlin 's house, where Tom for his stepfather's henefit, gave a brief account of the more i111portant incidents in bis varied experiences since leaving ho111e. But not until afterward did it occur to Tom to write down in detail the story I have written, partly for his own amusement, aud partly, as he told me afterwanl, with >1. vague hope that it might appear son10 day in print. Fro111 Tom's 111anuscript I have drawn the facts embodied in the story you have rearl, putting them into my own language, and making such changes of name and locality as seemed best under the circumstances. And thus the story itself has drawn to a close. Tom and his stepfather understand each other now, and though the young fellow still refuses to take up the legal calliug, for which he he Is utterly uufitted, Tom is studying <'ivil engineering. For he says that no matter how much money one bas or may have a profession of some kind ls almost a necessity if only to keep one out of mischief. . Not that 'fom is mischievously inclined in the sense implied l.Jy his use of tlie word so far as my aquam. tance witli him bas ever shown. He is a trifle erratic and his olcl wandering spirit of adventure sometimes prompts him to "kick over the traces"-so !Je says; but Dolly's influence over him is for good, and now tllat he bus settlerl down to work with an object in life (two-iuclncling Dolly) Tom is gradually getting in train for future usefulness. l\Ir. Brutou bas bought a hous" near the Parlin estate. 'I'he schoolboy friendsbip renewed between himself and Mr. Parlin grows stronger as the days go 011 anll the latter seems already to regard Dolly in the light of a daughter. It is nnderstoo
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ARMY AND NAVY 1429 tion, must be extremely handsome. The price askecl was very higli1 and the reason for selling, of tire owner's wife, which forced him to take up Iii,; t"esi dence in the South of France. From Bert, Guy ascertained that the Westmores were people frorn Ohio, wlio had struck oil literally within the past few montl;s, aml were anxious to purchase a lransignated, but before opening tbe door stepped back to assist the ladies ciut to the carriage and ascertain nt what hour they wished tbe drher to return for them. 'Oh, can't be asked Mrs. Westmore. "Yes, if you like," returnerl Guy; "but the next train baC'k doesn't leave till 12:10, aud it is just ele,en now.'' "Per111it me," broke in the voice of the old gentle man at this juncture. "Our horsPs do not receiv., exercise enough. 1 shall be most charmed to have Thomas take you all back in the wagouette." "Ob, no," protestecl ;IJrs. Westmore, while Arny shoo!< her head vigorously. "I cotUdn't think of putting you to so much trouble." "No trouble, but pleasure, I assure you," insisted the old gentle111an, and as Ire immediately disappeared from the window, evideutly with the intention of giving the order to the coachnran at 011ce, there was no C'bance for further expostulation. Thus there was nothi11g left for it but to pay arnl dismiss the man 1Vho ha
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1430 1 RMY .A.KD NA\Y broad window at one end, with a seat running its en tire width, looked out 0n tue Sound. But not a soul was visiule, and a silence, almost i;or ten to us, reigned th rougllout the lllansion. "Why, where's the old gen_tlelllan?'' Amy wanted to know. "Why doesn't lie co111e to meet us?" "Perhaps he's gone to the stal1le," l\lrs, IVestmorn suggested lauguingly. "But never mind the old gentle lllan, 1ny dear. Use yonr eyes, so you can report to father and Ridley wl!at tbe place looks like." Tue house was truly n1agnificent. Everything was iu perfect order, all the ornanients out just as if the entire family were at home. Even the clocks were go ing. Botb l\1rs. IVestrnore and her daughter seemed greatly pleased, and when they crossed the ball, and, passing down a short coJ'l'idor hung with tapestry, entererl a wing ns ecl as a dining-rnom, they becallle posi tively enthusiastic. There was an outlook from two sicles on the Sou1ul, the ceiling was co nipos P d of 11 beautiful piece of fresco work, wbi!tl in s;ze the room was large enough to "give a germau iu." as Amy put it. "I Am so anxious to see up tairs," she said. "Where All is so lovely down here, I know the bedrooms must be too sweet for anything.'' we go up now?" askAd Guy, as they reached the main llall again. "Yes, do," pleaded tlle girl. "We can leav the kitchen nnd all that till afterwards." So the bt oad staircase was mounted, and there at the top stood the olrl leaniug over a gate such as is used to keep srnal! children from tumbling down, "So sorry I couldn't be with you tu show you around downstairs," lie began, as they came to a staudstill with the gate between tllem. "But that confounded Max-beg pardon, IAs from tlleir h11nds and placed them on a three-cornered table. "Charming!" commented Mrs. Westmore, taking in the view from the different windows. "Is it not," assented the major, !llld stepping to her si1le he began to poiut out some of the localities on be opposite sh or of the Sound. Meanwhile Amy had discovererl a cabinet with a glass face containing some l1eautifnl specimens of embroi1lery. She caller! Guy's nttention to them and the t\\'O were enrleavoring to study out the meaning of an intricate rlesign. when Major Warburton's >nice, raiser! to a slightly louder pitch than Lefore, attracted then attention. "Why, of course, madam, you are to become my guest," IJe was saying. ''But excuse me one moment,' and any one comprei.Jendeer anrl oYer, as is the habit with those whos mincls are nnbala11ced. Porn Amy, nearly fainting with terror, fell pro strate on the divan in the Lay windnw, with her rnoth e r at her side tryinJ! to keep her conrnge up. "Don't be frightened," said Guy. I don't think he's of the sort to grow suddenly violent. If possihle, don't let him see that you are afraid of him. \Vllat I can't unclersta11d is whnt be means by my locking the door. How could l do that when I put the key under the rug outside, as be t o ld me to?" By this time the majo r had reached the room where they were. As soon as he saw them b e walked straif!ht up to Guy, and taking him by tbe lupe ls of bis coat, look ed bin1 strnigbt in the eye as he demanderl: "Le t me have that key out of your pocket!" "What key?" nked Guy, in order to gain time. "The key to the front rloor, ti) be sure." "I haven't got it, Major Wnrlmrto11. I left the rloor unloC'kNl, anrl put the key under the mat. as you told me to," replied Guy, firmly, but respectfully.

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.ARMY AND NAVY "But the door is locked," insisted the old gentl e man, "a11d you must have done it. I want that key, or I cannot go out to the stable and order the carriage.'' Mrs. West111ore spoke up at this poiut. "Major Warburton," slle SR id, "I can testify that this youug rnau disposed of that key exactly as you re queste d him to do. "Then, madam," responded thA major, bowing low, "all I have to say is that some one has fouu
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BROOKS McCORMICK, (Copyrighted, American Publisbers' Corporation). {" Tng 01 l SOHA" was com1ueu cctl last v1cek. SYC\OPSIS OF PRBVIOUS CHAPTERS. Laiulr liYing in the town of Cha1111elport, whilr :1t ho111c one lli,f!ht, hears n n usual tlown st,airs. l:Je go0s OlltSitlO :lJlll lllakCS llJI ill\'t'SLig-ntion, ti11." he said, as be left the office witlr the tiu trunk in his band. "Can't you fine! your hat?" asked the captain as he followed hi s son to the frout door. "l like this hood betler, for it will hide my face if I wish to do so," replied Landy as be passed out at the door. The captain's son was entirely satisfied with him self, for he h elieYed that lie had bit upou the right plan to nccolllplis h his purpose; nnd his father had not made half as much oppoitio11 to bis plan as be hn
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ARMY AND NA VY 1433 hou se alone, though be bad abundant co11fidence in his skill. discretion and ability to take care of bi111self. Lumly weut to a point where be could not be setJ11 to get another view of the barn, and he discovered the fellow Lie had seen before just where he Liad left him, though his movelllents indicated tuat he was more uneasy than uefore. Getting iuto the street in front of the house, the wall sheltered hin1 from the obsen-ation of the burglar, nnd he macle bis way to the ntJxt house, 11ot mo1'e thall twenty rods fro111 ti.mt of his father. Getting over the wnll at a poi11t wbere he was Rll!'e the expecta11t watcher at his father's bani coulcl not see hi111, he walked tbrongb the orchard to the pasture where be begau to move toward the autil'ipated scene of action. \Yuen be had reacliocl a poi11t directly in the rear of the liarn, over which the burglar was doing duty as se11tinel, he clrnuged his course again, aud ap proached liis fother's house. This soon brouglit hi111 iuto the orchard, though there wer e 1io trees very near the barn, and it was no longe r necessary, in carryi11g out bis plan, to he as cautiom1 as be had been in bis desire to conceal from the enemy the fact that he came out of the doomed uous e. He deposited tlie tin trunk in the lower branches of a Porter apple tree, anil then boldly uppI"lacbed the bar11, confident that the watcuer must soo n see him. When be came t o a rock, be made noise enough to at tract tue attention of the sentinel, by apparently stumbling over it, and the result satisfied him that ue Liad accomplished his purpose, for the watcher broke into a run to meet him. But Landy had a plan of bis own, and be did not readily fall into tbat of tue enemy; 11nd instead of waiting the coming of the watcher, be followed bis example, broktJ into a run, and r"treated in all baste from bim. He ran till Lie had reached aliout the middle of the orchard, thus clrawillg the enemy from the icimty of the house, a move1nent calculated to increase tbe courage of the operator. When he was out of hailing distance of the house.he relaxed bis speed, though be still kept up the semblance of rnnning, but made little progress ahead. "Livy!'' shouted the late sentinel at tbe barn. His pursuer did just what Landy desired him to do, and just what h e had maneuvered to make him
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1434 ARMY AND NA VY telling you when I can hardly spPak," answered L1rntable ill the 11torning without any further trouble with hi111. "Why don't you tell me what you rnea11?" snapped D11nk. "I mean that I met a fellow close to the house and then I didn't let the grnss grow uncler my feet." "You met a fellow!" exclaillled Du11k, starting back with astonishlllent nnd terror. "I rlitln't exactly 1neet !Jim, but I saw him on the clriveway when I was near the front gate a11d I didn't wait to say 'Goocl-n1or11i11g' to birn. ,, "Who was he?" gaspecl Dunk. "How sbould I know?" "\Vere did be come frnm?" "I don't know. I was down hi the street; looking at the frout of the house a11d when I came ba<'k to the gate. he wns co1ni11g toward the street. I took to 1ny heels. ancl he followed me a little way, but I rtoclged over the wall, and I saw no more of him. I did uot dare to come near the house again, all(! I stayed in this pasture till I got tired of waiti11g, an Landy that the speaker was Livy, the conff'derate of Dunk, who hacl heeu driven from the sceue t\\'O hours before. "ls tbat you, Livy?" ::ilrncl Landy. The person ari111ittecl that he was Livy. "Where ha, e you been the last two homs?" demancled Landy, i11 the sa111e hoarse toues be had used beforP. "I have been looking for you mid waiting for you ever siiwe I saw tLat fellow near the house," repliPd I.ivy, w!Jo spoke as though bo bad 11ot lllUCb conflde11ce in his position. "What fellow?" askert Landy, with a proper show

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ARMY AND NAVY 1435 of contempt for his companion, after the manner of Dnllk. Livy trntbfuEy recited the faets in regard to seeing a perso n uear the driveway, and said he had been so Sf'ared that he l!arl run huH a lllil e and believed the stra11g:er wu.s cl.Jasiug bim. "IVhy ditln 't you coi11e up near the house when you fou11d no oue was afte r you?" demanded Landy. "I went down to the l!oat and waited tl!ern for you: aud wheu you ditl not come I got tired and walked alout till I got into tliis orchard OYer yonder," be adJed, poiutiag in the direction of the house 'next to the captain's. ''Did you see any one after you ran a way from the one near tl1e house?" ''I haven't seeu a soul but that one," protested Livy. ''Do you know wl!ere the schoone r is now?'' asked Landy, venturing cautiously on uukuowu ground. "Sbe is at the wharf, awl I saw Y ou r father and your mother aud yotll sister go on boarrl of h e r r e plied LiYy. "I went down tbere to see if yon hais aRtonish111eut "Who in th1111der he you then?" "I am Captain Rirlgefielrl's son." "Yon 11re Captain Hirlgefi eld's son?" gasped Livy. "That is so. I want yo11 to go up to onr house 1111d talk this nrntter over witb my father, who is waiting to see vou "With your father! Why, he is Capt11in Rirlgefielrl !" gasped Livy, who M11ld not help being terribly startled at this proposition. "Captain Rirlge. field is the man that wants to see you, for you took a hand iu robbing bis house and tr) -ing to b11r11 it in the snoall hours of the monoiug. I suppose you ha .e heard that there is a building call<'d the State prison o,er in 'l'ho111asto11. Now I know your name awl all about you. The Yulture is to sail at tla.' -light, but I cnu go iuto the village and get the constable to arrest 'ou aud Dunk llefore that ti111e. Then lioth of you "ili"ha,,e a good chance to spend several years at 'l'ho111astou. ' Landy's eloq11ence was evidently pro
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1436 ARMY AND A.VY "Not less than a year, and it might be two years. The vessel is to make a lot of money, and all the bauds were to have a suare of it besides their wages. The captain was to tell us where we were bound after we bad IJeen at sea a week; and if w e didn't like the voyage, be promised to put us ashore where we could get home.'' "The Vulture was to be gone at least a year?" mused the captain. "She is provisioned for a year, and took in a great lot of stores at Portland, where I shipped.'' "And you have no idea where the sclloouer is go ing?" "I heard Lord Percy, tbe cook, t ell Lon tbat she was going round Cape Horn: IJut I clou't know wbetber it is true or not,'' replier! Livy. "I think sbe is gcing rouud Cape Horn," added Captain Ridgefield, witb a significant look at his son. "Do you thi11k.she is going to that island, father?" asked Landy. "I have no doubt of. it. I have a coueessio11, as they call it, or a grant, of the Island of Isora, and I am almost sure there is a vast treasure buried on it, to say nothing of the richest vein of sit ver ever discovered, a11d the pearl fishery there, all of which lie dead and dormant on account of the sa ntge India11s on an other island near it.'' "There was a big lot,of picks and shovels put on board of the Vulturn at Portlaud," interposed Livy. "The hauds on hoard were to do any kind of work tile captain wanted them to do.'' Lanny wondered that bis father spoke of the Treasure Island in the presence of tbe prisoner: but if auy one knew of its existence, the tbree hundred savage Indian giants 011 tbe neigh boring island were like so many fitJry dragons keeping vigil over it, and 110 one without a Jarg" capital and au army of men wnulcl have tllougbt of attempting to obtain possession of the treasure. "Were any great guns, any cannon, put into tbe bold of tbe Vulture at Portland ? asked the captain. "Nothi-ng of that kind; but I saw some guns in tbe cabin,'' replied Livy. Landy something about the Island of Isnra and tbe treasure it was supposed to contai11, for Captain Ridgefield had already made his arrangen1e11ts to acquire a fnrtnne by obtaining the wealth on the island. In their younger days Stacy RiclgtJfield and Bildad Wellpool hacl been ship1natES in a bark that was gath <:iri11g hide s and other cargo on thl3 s l1ores o f the Pa cific and extenclecl the tri into the Gulf of California, wll ere tbey had landed on the Island of Isora with a water party. The island was a terrestrial paradise, a11d e1en tben Ridgefield thought he coulen the trunk.'' "l wish I had understood what tbey were about sooner,'' said La11dy. "You have clone wonders already my son; and if it baci not been for y o u tbe concession anc:l tbe 111011y would have been lost. All we haYe to do now is to hnrry up and get off as soon as we can in the Albatross; and it will be a race from Channel-port lietween tbe two schooners to see which gets to I ora first.'' "I wonder if Captain \Vellp oo l sent Dunk to stual the ti-unk and burn your h ouse, father?" said Laurly. "I don't lmow: but Dnnk shall repent iu the Stnte prison and I !'hall take p ossess ion of the Vulture as soon as I can," repliecl the eaptRin. (TO BE CONTINUED.) LAND ON YOUR FEET. You take a cat up by tlte tail, And whirl him ronBcl and rou11cl, Auel hm l bi111 out into tlle air, Out into space profouud. He though the yielding atmosphero Will many a whirl complete: But when he strikes upon the ground He'Jl land upon his feet. Fate takes a man, just like a cat, Auel, with more force than grace, It whirls ltim wriggling ro1111d and round, Ancl hurls him into space: And those that fall upon the back, Or land upon the head, Fate lets tbe111 lie there where they fall Th<:iy 're just as good as de
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..... ., AND CORRESPONDENCE. TherA were five bright young readers who fonnd their Christmas pleasures inc reased by the five dollar prizes awarded in tbe recent "Criticism Contest." Agreeable to our promise, we sent to the successful competitors, whose names are given iu another column our checks in time for tbe Xmas holidays. We feel assured that in each (ase the addition to their spending money was fully appreciatet.1. * The details of a new contest will be given in tbo next number of Army and Navy. Those of our readers who were m1successful in previous competitions are cordially invited to try again. "All things come to him who waits," and "The result of perseverance is success," are two homely proverbs w bi ch it would be well to bear in mind. * Readers who like bright, snappy stories full of life am! incideut will be pleased with Arthur Lee Put-11am 's serial, the opening chapters of which will be pul,lished in the uext number. The title, "A Diamond in the Rough; or, How Rodman Won Success," is peculiarly happy. Rufus Rodman proves himself to be a "diamond in tbe rough," and one C'lpable of receiving a polish. The story deals with life in New York City as it really is, and shows just what a clever American boy can accomplir.h w!Jen he is ghen au opportunity. * The erlitor wishes to thank bis young friends for the many cordial letters seut him. It is certainly gratifying to receive such spontaneous evidences of interest in Army aurt Navy. It is to be regretted that lack of ti1ue will not permit of a personal reply to each. * "Young Ameri<'an," Pittsburg, Pa.-You can obtain full information by writiug to the Secretary of War. A series o f special articles giving the rnles governing admission into West l'oiut and Annapolis <'an be found iu Army and Navy Nos. 19, 20, 21, 22 and 23. * E. L. W. M., New York.-Fifty-two numbers constitute one volume of Army and Navy. It is 11ot neces sary to wait until the end of a voh1n1e to subscribe. * "Mr. E. E.," Elmwood, N. H.-Tbe price for type writing is about ten cents a folio, or page of ordinary size. * B. B., Bloomfield, N. J.-The Secretary of War. * B. A. T., Saginaw, Mich.-1. We are not in favor of a club department. 2. That question cau only be answered by a competent pbysicia11. .. E. G., New York City.-The series to which you re-fer may be repri11ted in the futme. * G. B. S., Beaver Falls, Pa.-1. An electrician is paid according to bis worth a1d knowledge. The a111ount rn11s from $25 to 375 weekly. 2. Write to the American News Co., New York city, for catalogue, or see a local book seller. 3. Electrical engineering is tnugbt i11 all seieutific schools. E. F. H., Bradford, Pa.-Consult any teacher. We do not know of any publication giving the desired instructions. * "Kalamazoo," Pittsburg, Pa.-1. The enlisted forces of the United States navy are limitert by law. '!'be number of men must be kept within this limit, therefore enlistments Etop wbeu the quoto is complete. Tbe question of increasing tbe nu111ber is now being agitated, and it is probable the present Congress will pass a bill leading to that end. 2. Badly decayert teeth is a cause for rejection. * Martin, New York City.-Write to the surgeon of the Receiving Sbip Vermont. * A. E. G., Jackson, Mich.-Full information can ho obtained by addressing the Secretnry of War, Wash ington, D. C. * J. B. D, Waring, Texas -We regret our inability to answer your questions. A 11 schedules are subject to change and it would be manifestly impossi hie to supply tbe desired information. .. * 8. 0. S., Meriden, Conn-A paper like that you have under consideration sbou Id prove successful. It will pay you to read tile "Amateur Journalism" department in Army and Navy. U. T. K., Utica, N. Y.-1. The consent of a parent or guardian is not 11ecessary in shipping as a landsmau in tbe 11avy. 2. Landsmen do tl.10 ordinary work of a ship, sweeping, cleaning, etc., and are supposed to learn the duties of a seaman. 3. Ship's printers aTe first enlister! as landsmen and then appointed by the captain. 4. Tbe term of service is three years, but the appointment of printer is made for the crnise. * B. L., Matamoras, Pa.-A story by Horatio Alger, Jr., will appear shortly. * "A Reader," Atla11ta, Ga.-1. We agree with your ?Pini?n regarding the author named. He bas no peer m this country. 2. You should be able to ju
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EDITOR'S TABLE. The prize offered for the best short story written by an amateur bas resulted in the submission of a large 11n1i:l1er of manuscripts. They are 11ow being read a11d the result will be aunoullced i11 the next issue of Arllly aukly llleetiugs are well attended and mnch enthusiasm is manifested. The 111em be1 suip list is steadily growing. An a1110Bdment to the const.itution was <'anied recently, provi11ing for the ad mission of out-of-tow11 members Jinng near enough to attend the 11Jeeti11gs. Messrs. W. H. Greenfield a11d C. R. Fargo, members of tho U. A P ,\., 111l11tor, editor, reporter, advertising agent and printer, the five l.Jeing one man. He adnrued his lively fol1r-page sheet wit.h caricatures rudely copied from comic papers, and decorated bis horse aud stock ad vertisements with rough cuts. Tile paper a].Jpearerl in purple ink from a gelatine copying pt ess, or hektugrapb, aud its editorials aud local news "ere usually so clearly presented tLat the little jonrnal was influential in the territories, read with avidity in tl.ie n"wspaner offices of eastern Can ada, and constantly quoted as aJ.J authority. Tl10 most northeily of 11ewspapers is said to be tbe Nord Kap, published weekly in Hamn1erfest, Norway, l.Jy Peter Joha1rnseu, wbo Jit"es aud works in a little turf-roofed bonse. The Noni Kap is, however, regu larly printeett er asoortrnent of type. Tbis ne" acqllir0111e11t opens up a new field for larger work and an i11erease of profits. Tbe next step is the pnblication of a small sheet, a11d there is not a prouder hoy than the editor uf that paper. He has rend, no donbt, of others who are do ing wbat Thomas 4.. Edison did when he was a boy. As to the size I prefer for my vaper-"The :Newsboy, "-tbs same di111ension as the "Army and :s'avy." This form is ueither too large 11or too small-it is conveniem to hauclle. I have adopted these rules for composing: 1. Always leave the news iten1s until the last. 2. Never '"asle any time that conld be put in profit ably setting t ype on some article that would otbe1wise be left out. 3. Al ways lead the editorials. 4. Use lirevier on all general eading matter. 5. Have proof read hy two different persons. 6. Use a plain heading. Befo. e this I clil n1y own con1posi11g all
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ARMY AND NA. VY 1439 ITEMS OF INTEREST All the World Over. Takes Time to Say. Welsh names are prverbially ot a tongue-tying tendency, but perhaps the paln1 may be given to tho tollowiug which casually occurr ed in a cou"ersation be tween a imthe Jail and a visito r in a 'i"elsh village. Tbe dsitor inqufred: "What is the uame of your little cottage, my boy?" Welsh Boy-"Llettyllifyllyfnwy, sir." "Ob! And are vour pureuts Jhing?" "Yes, sir; but my fathPr works at Chwarel Caebraic!Jycafn.'' "Well, well! any brothers?" "Yes; three, sir: one at Rhosllanercbrugog, oue at Llanend11C'e of cross-breeding and quent clegene1ation. Expelling the Evil Spirits. When a chi11l in Patagonia is ill, a rnPssenger is trange to sn,. 1'11e child gf'nern ll y reC'orers, hnt if it does not the doctor ont of the cliffiC'nlty by de claring th11t the parents 1\id not keep t:he mediPine skin tightly 1 1111rl the <'hild, and so let the e"il spirt get ba<'k "!l:ain This is tbe only treatment tbat children in Pata,gollia, however ill, are e,er known to reC'eire, Result of Criticism Contest. The c.riticisms snbmitted by the following competitors in the prize contest recently concl11ded in Army and Navy have been adjudged the best, and the prizes, five fi,e-dollar golrl pieces, were sent to their adclre:-:ses during Christmas week. THE PRIZE WINNERS. J Ira Thomas, Philipsburg, Center Co., Pa. Charles Raymond, care F E. Brown, Standard Oil Co., St. Paul, l\Iinn. S. 0. Swafford, Box 273, Mitchell, Indiana. Philip F. McCord, No. 4 Thompson Place, East Lherpool, O. William Avery, Kinderhook, Columbia Co., New York. Especial Mention. Arthur Auderson, Chester, Pa. Willia111 G. Holmes, lndiallapolis, hid. N. W. Woof!, San Francisro, Cal. William S Blake, Provi1lence, R. I. Wm. Ul'e itenstein, JI'., D11ytoll, Ky. Wmll Da"idson, Sall Frallcisco, Cal. B. A. MacKinnon, Roxbury, Vincellt L1111
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1440 ARMY AND NA VY OUR JOKE DEPARTMENT Slow Torture. Teacber-"Iu Cbiua criminals are frequently sen tenced to be kept a wake until insanity and death re sults. Now bow do you suppose they ke&p them from falling asleep?'' Little Girl (eldest of a small farnily)-"I guess they gives 'em a baby to take care of." Better than Thank .. llfamma-' 'Did you thank Mr. Nicefello when be gave you tlrnt silver dollar?" Little Boy-"Yes'1n-that is s orter." .Ma111n1a-"Wbnt did you say?" Little Boy-"! tole hi111 nex' time he kissed Sis I wouldn't tell." Selfish Parents. Small Boy-" l\Iamnia, when will there be auotber war?" Mam ma-" Never, I !Jope." Small Boy-'.'Huhl You and papa saw a great big war w heu yon was youug, an' now you don't care whether us childrens has any fun o r not.'' A Poor Nurse. Mamrna-"What is tbe matter witb my little pet?" Little Pet-" Nurse is so ugly, she wou t do a sing to 'muse us. We jes' asked Iler to 1nake a toboggan slide, an' she won t." "But wbat cou l d she make a toboggan slide o f, my dear?" "Zat big mirror." One on the Teacher. Teacher" Your answer to the problelll a bout t wo men building a fe n ce calls for six days too rnucb.'' Brig!Jt Boy-'Six of the ciRys was Suudays, au' they don't c>ouut." Coming to Pieces. There a r e very few practical jokes which injure no oue, a'd therefore it behooves u s, when we come across those of a harmless variety, to take our fill of amuse ment ove r them, s1nce there are so mauy at which no one ought to laugh. A certain practical joker once b eguiled the on a rail way journey by stuffing his glove with bis hand kerchief uut1l it reached the proortious of a plump hand. He then flrra11ged it in the front of his coat so that i t should appear to be one of his own li1JJbs, and placed his ticket between its fiugers. The train stopped, and the usual cry, "All tickets ready I" was beard. "Tickets please," said a guard, opening th" door of the carriage .. "Takti mine," sairl the joker, anrl as the man dirl so, be took the band wit!i it. ''The guarcl was a robust person,'' said the gentleman, in telling his story; '' l>11t be 'taggerecl liack in a faint, and called feehly fnr s111elli11g salts." COXSUJUL'TION CURED. An old p1Jysici:111, l'l'I irey mail IJy a.tltlressing, w1th stamp, uaru ing this paper. W. A. NOYES, 320 Powe1"s Block, llochester, N. Y. SKATE SHARPENER, IOc. Will sharpen a pair of skates 1n a minute better than in a half hour by old methods; reversible, hand cut cast steel file block with 4 sldos. Sent as a sample of our 31000 bargains with catal ogue for 10 cents i (Postago 2c. extT&)i B for 25c.;9 0e. Doz. ROBT. H INGERSOLL & 65 Cortlandt St. D ept. No.21 N.Y. City. Mention Army and Navy. :. OARD S 2o. stamp f o r Sample Book of all 1he FINEST and LA'rES T Stylt'B lo Bneled Edge, Uidden Name, Silk Frlnge,Envelope and C&llin.i; CARDS FOR 1 898. WE SELL GENUINE CARDR NOT 'l'RASU. t"NION CAHO t.:O., Mention Army and Navy. Credi . and Prem1"ums' We send easy 1 to sell. l ou return money and get a handsom e \Vatch, lti11g1 Silverware, &c., for your ser\"lces. \\'rite your ua.me m fnll: '' r., or J\(rs. If you cannot sell we will take them hnck. Grego1y M'f'g Co., llox "C," 24 Place. New York. Mention Army and Navy. Jlfentiot Arm.11 and Naiiy. DUMB-BELL Bl'TTONS, FREE. 1Ve only nsk you to pay the postage and get a.&_!'ir ot lates t teed value, :l5c. Either silver o r gold, heavrnst plate. Will wenr stx months. Rent, wtth catuJogue of S,000 baJ.gaiuB, FREE, tf you send 3 stamps for postage. R. H. INGERSOLL & BRO . 6; Cortlandt St., Dept. 2 1 N. Y'. Mendon Army and Navy. We wish to Introduce Baker's Teas, etc. Sell 8 lbs. among friends t<> boys or girls; same amount for nn Express Cart (bocly ft. long), or an Air Rifle 7 lbs. for a Nickel Watch; 75 lbs. for boys or girls' Bicycle; 25 lbs. for ladies' or gents' Solid Silver 'Vatch and Chain. .Express W. G. BAKER (Dept. 43) Springfield, Mm. Mention Army and Navy. (iood Reading. Popular Stories. Special attention ls called to Street ci Smith's QUAR. TERL Y ISSUES of various publications. Each one of these Quarterlies consist of thirteen Issues of the popular weekJles o f the same name, i11cl11di11g Lhe thirteen colored illustrations and thirteen complete stories. The popularity of these publications has caused n g reat demand for back numhers, and the Quarterly form presents the best method ol' suppl ying this call, RS the storlf's are i11 consecutive orc1er nnd bound in cou veuient form for preservation, and sell at a less pl"ice than the separate numbers would cost. Retail Price, 50 Cents. By Mail, Post-paid. NOW REA.DY : Tip Top Q11nrlerly1 No. 1, embracing Nos. 1 to 13 of the rrip Top \Vepk]y. Tip Top Quarterly, No 21 embrncing Nos. 14 to 2G of the 'rip Top Weekly. Tip Top Quarterly, No. 3, emhrn.cing Nos. 28 to 39 of the Tip Top 11eeldy. Tip Top Quarterly, No. 4, embrncing Nos. 40 to !)2: of the Tip Top \\le('klv. Tip Top No. 5 embracing-5.'l t o 65 of the Tip Top Tip No. 6, Nos. GG to 78 of the Tip '1'01> \\'eek!\' ready Dec. 4. !Sn7. Red, \\'hire R.11<1 Rine Q11artPrly. Xo. 1 emhrnl'ing Nm;. 1 to 13 of tllP RNl, \\'!lite n11d Hl11P. R'-'d, \Vhire trnlv. .. Nick (':irtPr QunrtP.r1y, To. 2, emhrncing :Sos. 14 to 2G of the Nick No. 3, emhrarinq 'Xos. 2i to 39 of the Nick Quarterly, No. I, embracing Kos. I to 13, No. 2, embracing Nos. H to 26, Dinnioncl Di('k. ,1 r. Diamond Dick, Jr Quarterly, No. 31 cmbrncing Nos. 27 to 39, Diamond Diclc Jr. Sold by all Newsdealers, or sent post-paid by mnll on re ceipt of price by STREET & SMJTH, PUBLISHERS, William St ., N. Y. MOTHERS ne ''to use "1\lrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup" ror rour cl1ildreu while Teething. 25 cents a bottle. Mention Army and Novy.

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Cadet School Stories. "The Monarch of juvenile Publications." ARMY AND NA VY. A Weeklv Publication OF FORTY-EIGHT PAGES AND ILLUMINATED COVER. -'-' PRICE, FIVE CENTS, Subscription, --$2.SO Per Year. Fun and Adventures Among West Point and Annapolis Cadets. TWO COOVIPLETE STORIES EACH WEEK, DESCRIBING IN FASCINATING DETAIL LIFE AT THE FAMOUS GOVERNMENT ACADEMIES. These stories, written by graduates of the academies, are true in every particular, and show vivid1y how the military and naval cadets enjoy life w learning to become officers in the Government military and naval service. ARMY AND N Av Y is the only weekly published devoted t o stories __ _ of school cadet life at West Point and Annapolis. . PRICE, FIVE CENTS ____ FOR SALE 'BY ALL NEWSDEALERS. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, 2 38 William St., NEW YORK CITY.

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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 OF STORIES ALREADY PUBLISHED. No. 1. Mar k Mallory at West Point. Cli fford FarJday's Ambition. A Tale of a Naval Sham Battle. 2. Winning a Naval Appointment; or, Cl if Faraday s Victory. M ark Mallory s Heroi s m ; or, First Steps Toward West P oint. 3 Th e Rival Candidates; or, M ark's Figh t for a Mil itary Cadetship C lif Faraday 's Endurance; or, Preparing for th e Naval Academy. 4. Passing the ExaminJt 1 ons; or, Clif Faratby's Succe ss. Mark Mallory 's Str:itagem; or, Hazing th e H azers. 5. In West Point at Last; or, Mark Mallory s Triumph. C lif Faraday 's Generosity; or, Ple ading an Enemy's Cause. 6. A Nava l Ple be's Experience; or, Clif Faraday at Annap olis. Mark Mallory s Chum; o r The Tri:il s of a West Point Cadet. 7. Friends and Foe s at West Point; or, Mark Mall ory's Allianc e Clif Faraday's Forbearance; o r The Strug g l e in th e 'S:rntee's Hold. 8. S e ttlin g a Sco r e ; or, C lif Faraday's Fight Mark Mallo ry's H o n o r; or, A West Point Mys t e ry. 9 Fun and Frolics at West Point; or, M:irk M:illo ry's Clever Rescue. Clif Faraday's o r Breaking a Cadet Rule 10. A Naval Academy H a zing; or, Clif Faraday s Winning Trick Mark M:illory's B:ittl e; or, Ple be Against Yearlin g 11. A West Point Combine; or, Mark Mallory s New Allies. Clif Faraday's Expe dient; or, the Trial of th e Crimson Sp ot. 12. The End of the Feud; or, Cl if Faraday s Generous Reve ng e Mark Mallory's Danger; or, In the Shadow o f Dis missal. 1 ; Mark M allory's Feat; or, Makin g Friend s of Enemies. Clif F;iraday' s Raid ; or, Plebe Fun and Triumph s No. 14. An Enemy's Blow; or, Cli f Faraday in Per il. Mark Mallory in Camp; or, Hazing the Yearlings. 15. A West Point Comed y; or, Mark M allory's Practical J oke C lif F araday's Escap e; or, Foil ing a Dar i ng P l o t. 16. A Practice Ship F r olic; or, H ow C l if Faraday Outwitted th e Enemy. M ark Mallory's or, A Fourth of July at We s t Poi nt. 17. Mark Mallory on Guard; or, Deviling a West Point Sentry. Clif Faraday, Hero; or, A Risk for a Frie nd. 1 8. An Ocean Mystery; 0 1 C l if F a 1 aday's Str a n ge Adventure. Mark M allory' s Peril; o r A T est o f Fri end s hip. 1 9. A West P o int Hop; or, Mark Mallory s De termination. Clif Faraday s Tr oupe; or, An Entertainmen t at Sea. 20. Mark Mallory's Peri l; or, Th e Plott i n g of an Ene my. Clif Fa1 aday's Haz ard A Practice Cruise Incident. 21. A Waif of th e Sea. Mark M:illory' s Defiance; or, Fighting a Hundred Foes. 22. Mark M allory's Deci sion; or, Facing a New Danger. Cadets Ashore; o r Clif F arada y s Adven tur e in Lisbon. 23. Saving a King; or, Clif Faraday s Brave Deed. Mark Mallory s Escape; or, Foiling an Ene my's Plot. 24. M ark Mallory s Strange Find; or, The Secre t of th e Counterfeite r 's Cave Cl if Faraday s D eliverance. An Adventure in Madeira. 25. A P eril of the Sea. Mark Mallory's Treasure; or, a Midnight Hunt for Gold. 26. M Jrk Mallory s or, The Theft of the Count e r feiter's Gold. C l if Faraday's Comba t ; or, Defending His Country's H onor. 27. Clif Faraday's Gallantry; or, Balking a Con spiracy. Mark Mallory s Bargain; or, The Story of the Sto len Treasure. BACK NUMBERS ALWAYS ON HAND. Address Army and Navy, STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., New York City. ..


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