From cadet to captain, or, Dick Danford's West Point nerve

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5 c e .----___ . _...,,..-'Tlie angry cadet pushedhim back over the railing. He was so furious that he meant to hur.fDiok down upon the pavement, and, perhaps, kill him. The girls shrieked and rushed toward the struggling boys, blanched with horror.

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WIDE AW AKE WEEKLY A e O/tf'PLETE ST07lY EVERY WEEK. Issued Wekly-By Subscription $ 2.50 p e r yea.-. Entered according to A.ct o f Congress, in the yea.1906, in the o ffice of the Librarian of Congress, D. C ., by Frank Tousey, P ublish er, 24 Unio?l Square, New York. No.3 NEW YORK, MAY 4, 1906. Price 5 Cents FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN; OR DICK DANFOR.D'S WEST POINT NERVE. By LIEUT. J. J. BARRY CHAPTER I. THE CADET WHO WAS HATED. "What are you thinking of, J uggins, old fellow?" The question was put by one of Uncle Sam's military cadets who came upon another in the dark, clown by the Siege Battery. "Thinking of Cuba," briefly replied the cadet addressed as J uggins. "Then your eyes are tumed in the wrong direction," laughed Cadet Hope. "That's Newburg whose lights you see in the distance." "Well, I suppose I was doing some thinking, anyway," replied Dick Danford, to his intimates in the eadet Corps, was known by the nickname of Juggins. "Which means," asked Hope, raising his brows, "that you'd rather be left alone?" "Not a bit of it, Swogger. I'm glad you came." "Maybe you'll b e more glad, for here come some more tin soldiers," lau ghed Hope, g lancin g up the path, on which, in the darkness were defined thti :figures of four more cadets coming down the s lope. "Who calls.-us tin soldiers?" savage ly hailed T'om Stan ton, one of the quartet. "The whole country," Swogger replied, promptly and che erfully. "Oh, well, the country will have a different idea of us, p e rhaps, before long," answered Cadet Broderick. The four came down to the Siege Battery, joining the other two. "Boning for the artillery, Juggins ?" demanded Stanton, smiling, as he gazerl at the rather tall and thoroughly ath l e tic figure of Dick Danford, as the latter l ounged against the breech of one of the great cannon. "Artillery? No," smiled J uggins Danford "No such luck. Too many of you fellows ahead of me in the class standing I'll be luck y to make a doughboy regiment." "The doughboys," it may be explained, are the infantry men of the United States Regular Army. Only the cadets who g raduate highest in their class at Wes t Point are appointed to the engineer or other staff departments. Then the next highest, upon graduation, become sec ond lieut e nants ill the artillery. The cadets who stand next highest are appointed lieutenants in cavaHy regiments The cadets who stand from the middle down to the bot tom of the class are appointed to the infantry regiments. "An." of us going to be dropped at the :final exam, I wonder?" quizzed Hope. "No danger this year," replied Juggins. "With war with Spain looming up, we're being graduated unusually early, and none of us are likely to miss, since we're all needed." "I hear that that's right," nodded Broderick. "We all get through this year." Cadets who fail seriously at any time in their :four

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2 FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. at West Point are dropped from the Cadet Corps and can1 There was laughter in the eyes of all the six cadets as not "make" the army. Mason faced them. It is especially bitter, however, for the boy who passes I Hel8.id not take it pleasantly, though "chaff" and "josh all but the last examination of all, and then fails, finding ing" are in the air among these light hearted cadets at his caieer in the army thus cut short. West Point. But this year was an exceptional year. 11Have your jokes and then quit," muttered Mason "It's No cadet was like l y to be dropped, for it was 1898 me for the front." The United States battleship Maine had been blown up "Front of what?" queried Juggins, innocently. in Havana harbor, and nearly three hundred officers and Now the other cadets howled with laughter. men slain by that dastardly piece of tre achery, for : which Mason would have resented this last question at once the Spaniards at Havana were held responsible. had he not foreseen that he would only make himself The whole country was crying vengefully for war with Spain As it was, though he did not speak, he glared resent The old cry, Cub a !" was now a ll but forgotten in fully at the harmless J uggins t he new cry for b lood: "Maybe I'm intruding," went on Mason "Remember t he M a i ne "Oh, not in the l east," returned Dick Danford, promptly Yet nowhere in the United States had the frenzy reached "In fact, Mason, :you're the very one to he l p us solve the a greater pitch than at West Point, where Uncle Sam's problem that was bothering us young cadets are trained to be officers in the army J uggins Danford spoke seriously. There was not a War with Spajn-the campaign in Cuba-these were the twinkle in the eyes of any of his comrades. two topics that were eYer uppermost in the minds of every "What is the problem?" asked Mason, falling into the cadet in these stirring days of '98 trap. The firs t class was about ready to graduate. "\Vhy, you see," Juggins explai11ed, innocently, "we Just as soon as graduation was over these young men were discussing plans for increasing cadet interest in the would be commi ssioned as lieutenants, and hurried off to Y. M. C. A work." the regiment:;; tha t were now preparing, by night and day, At this there was another snort of l aughter Mason for the campaign that every one kn e w was coming. began to redden all oYer again. And now these six cadets, enjoying a little respite in the "Oh," said 1\Iason, significantly, "I was in hopes that fresh spring night air, talked of nothing but the coming the talk had been something about fighting." war-the war from which some of them would not return ""'ell, wh&t do yon know about that subject, Mason?" aliYe. Broderick demanded, in a tone that was broadly guying As/ the six ta l ked there in the darkness, in low tones, yet Mason flushed once more, but still felt that any beearnestly, a voice from behind them called out: trayal of anger would play him into the hands of t hese "Oh, say, fellows, we won't all see Cuba you know tea se rs. Some of u s w ill be deta iled to home duty, whether we l ike In sullen silence Mason l eaned up agains t o n e of t h e i t or not. guns. The six cadets t urned, rather impatiently, to stare at There was silence over the g r oup It was as i f some the newcomer, Cadet Reginald :Mason. chilling influence had descended upon these young men "Oh, well, Reggy, if you want one of the nice home ap"I'm going to stroll homeward," muttered Hope, at pointments, I will w r ite my uncle, the S ena tor, about it." la s t, thrusting his arm through that of Dick Danford There was a short, dry laugh at this. Brill's widow e d "Come along, Jug. It's time you were in O\lt of the mother was a washerwom(ln, but at West Point, where every night air and put to bed." cadet stands or fal l s on his own merits, and not on his These two sauntered off up the path. Two more soon paTents' .station in life, Brill was most heartily liked . came after them, and then two more B rilPs "uncle,. the Senator," was a standing joke of his Cadet :M:ason, scowling and savage, was left a l one at own. Any cadet who had a Senator for an uncle would the Siege Battery, down by the riverside. have had to "keep it quiet" at West Point, where no cadet "What is there about Mason that always riles me, I won ever dares brag of "big" family connections der ?" asked Freel Hope, thoughtfully. "Whenever I see "Yes, Brill's uncle, the Senator, will be gfad to oblige Mason I alwa;rs feel that I want to take a pot of black you, M!!Sbn," laughed J uggins. paint and daub it all over him. That isn't a Christian Bnt R eggy Mason flushed, furiously feeling I know I "Who wants a home appointment i n war t i me?" he de"I'm sorry for Mason," Juggins replied "It Wll.S a mandecl, sourly. shame for me to guy him the way I did, and I w i sh I hadn't "We ll you'll have to make up your mind soon," teased clone it. Poor Ma.son gets rebuffs enough, anyway," Brill "If there'$ o n e k i nd of a man ,above another that "He's the most l1npopular fellow in the Cadet Corps," my uncle don't like, i t's the fellow who doesn't know what I Hope responded "In fact, he comes as near being hated h e wan ts 1 as does any fellow here at the P oint. N o o n e likes him

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. I If he gets to the front in this coming war, I wonder what Study and recitations were through with for the week. kind of an officer he'll make? A cold-foot?" The playtime of Saturday afternoon had come. "Oh, don't say that!" protested Dick. "We don't turn Hope had gone off to call on a young lady who was visit-out cowards a.t West Point." ing one.of the officers' families. "No," said Hope, thoughtfully. "They don't make Danford would have liked to have been absent on a simieither cowards or sneaks here at the Academy. But once lar errand, only-well, that must be told later. in a while one gets through without being detected." As.it was, our hero was one of the few cadets who lin"Think how mean you'd feel here if you were as ungered in the old barracks building on this balmy afternoon. popular as Mason is," urged Dick. Dick's room, being on the inside of the barracks, looked "If I thought I was, I'd resign or lick the whole Oa.det out.on the quadrangle. Corps into a decent respect for me," declared Hope. "If you want to bone, though, I'll get out," hinted They crossed the parade ground, then went again toward Uason. the river, halting at the edge of a high bluff that looked "No, I'm not studying," Dick replied, trying, in his down upon the broad Hudson. kindness of heart, to be more pleasant with this unpopular B1'ill and Broderick came along immediately after. fellow-cadet. Stanton and Ellis soon sauntered up. It was the same "Beastly ull in here, ain't it, for a fellow who has group that had lingered a t the Siege Battery, except that nothing to do?" laughed Mason, short ly, as he moved over Mason was left behind. to a seat by the window. "Is Mason going to queer the service if he gets down to It was a scruplous ly clean little room, though as bare Cuba?" asked Stanton. as all the other cadet rooms a.re. "Of course he isn't," Juggins declared, promptly. "At Dick tried to think of something pleasap.t to say, and the worst, he's a West Point man, anyway, fellows, a.nd will studied the ceiling. do his full duty." Sudclenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mason's "Oh, let us drop Mason!" begged Brill. hand fl.ash swiftly at the open win\!ow. "With all my heart!" growled Stanton. Dick looked quickly around, but Mason, having turned, Then the talk of the six drifted back to the all-absorbmg g ot lazily up from the window and walked toward the midtopic of the coming war with Spain. dle of the room. "Oh, won't it be tough, though," sighed Stanton, aloud, From below came an ejaculation, half of disgust and half "if any of us fail hard enough at the exams to be kept out of anger. of the army and Cuba?" "What's up?" queried Dick, with interest. "It'd break my heart," admitted Dick Danford, "Nothing," said Mason, shortly. promptly. On the stairs was the sound of hurried steps. "Oh, it would, eh?" silently sneered a cadet, who, unThen Captain Blake, an army officer detailed to the seen, lurked near them in the shadow of great trees. "Then, Tactical Department, which has charge of the discipline of Dick Danford, I'll break your heart if there's any way of tHe cadets, strode quickly into the room. doing it! And I believe I can find the way Kicked out Captain Blake was mad. Nor was the reason for th.at of the army-just the fa:te for you, Dick Danford!" hard to understand. Cadet Mason's face was distorted by the meanest of pasSpattered over the captain's left shoulder were the resions as he darted silently along under the trees, presently mains of an egg. A part of the mess trickled down over to step out into plain view on the plain just beyond the the front of his uniform fatigue blouse. parade ground. "Some one has attempted to improve the appearance of CHAPTER II. JUGGINS HAS HIS FIGHT "Can I come in, old fellow?" It was Mason who p t t the question. He had paused just outside of the open door of the room that and Hope shared, in the big, gray, old cadet barracks. ''Why, certainly," nodded Danford. His tone was not by any means cordial, but it wa.s meant to be polite. It was Saturday the day after the little gath ering at the Siege Battery. my blouse," announced the captain, briskly. "Do either of you young gentlemen know anything about it?" Both boys had risen and stood at the position of atten tion as the officer entered the room. Now both looked full at their officer, but neither spoke. "Danford," spoke Captain Blake, quickly, "do you know who threw that egg?" "No-o-o, sir," Dick replied, hesitatingly. "What do you mean, Mr. Danford, by the slowness of your answer?" "I didn't see the egg, sir, and didn't see it thrown," Dick replied, respectfully. "Have you any suspicion as to who threw it?" Dick throbbed, and drew himself up a little more stiffiy. He was morally certain that Mason had been the offender, but he had not actually seen this offense against discipline committed

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4 FROJ\I CADET TO CAPTAIN. I don t know e nou g h about it, s ir, Di c k r e pli ed in a low ton e "to be able to offer any testimon y on the s ub ject." "You didn't thro w it, Mr. D anfor d ? d e m a nd e d C aptain Blak e eyein g the boy s u s piciou s l y No, sir. "On y our honor as a cad e t and a g entleman?" ins isted th e arm y officer "On my honor a.s a cadet and a gentleman I did not thro w the egg sir," Di c k Danford mad e a n s w e r. S o stric t i s th e sense o f honor an10n g West Point c ad ets th at thi s form of r e pl y which i s seldom r e quir ed, is always accep t ed. With a curiou s look in hi s eyes, ang r y C a ptain B l ake t urne d to the oth e r c ad e t. "Mr Mas on wh a t h ave you t o s a y ?" . "Nothin g sir. " Did you see th e egg thro w n ?" "I prefe r not to reply, sir," a n s w e red Mas on, w ith a swi f t s id e lon g g lance a t Danfo rd. And wli.y do you r e fuse to r e ply?" q uiver e d th e officer "Beca ; u se, s ir, I feel that it would b e i m prop e r for m e to a n s w e r "And why would it b e imprope r ? "Again I pr efe r n o t to r e pl y sir. Once mor e there was the s li ghtest bit of a alook in Dan forcl's direc tion The infer ence was pl a in e nou g h C a d e t M ason w i shed it to b e un derstoo d thou g h h e w o uld not mak e t h e c h a r ge, that our h e r o had t hrown the egg M r. Mas on doyou d ecla re, o n your honor a s a cad e t an cl a gentl e m an, tha t you clicl n o t throw the egg? " O n my honor as a cade t a nd a..gentl e man s i r I did not. "Humph!" It w as mos t unus u a l for c a dets t o lie, yet it wa s plain c:ioug h to C a p ta in B l a k e that on e o r the othe r of these youn g men w a s t e lli ng a fa lsehood. Jus t in time, h o wever Capt a in Bl a k e restrain e d hi s wrath. H e r e m embere d t h e comin g w a r wit h S pain He rea lize d h o w b ad l y th e country would need a ll its West P o 1 int-trained y oun g officer s "Sinc e y ou b oth a ssure me, on your h o nor tha t you d id n ot commit this br e a c h o f disciplin e," sai d the a rm y offic er, stiffl y "I feel th at I mu s t a c c ept your state m ents He turned upon his heel and both c adet s heard hi s h e avy, a n gry s t e p on the s tairs, and the clan g of hi s sabr e Then, like a flas h, Di c k Danfo r d turne d upon the oth e r cadet. Dick' s honest eyes flash e d with a world of contempt and d i s dain. For a West Point..cad e t hate s a liar! "Mason, you cur!" h e cri e d, in a low but ringin g voice "What's that? d e mand e d the oth er cadet, s tarting for ward, hi s fac e chalk white "You cur!" Biff Mas on' s fis t shot out, b u t d i d not l and. For Dick D anford had l e ap e d li g htly aside Swat! It was Dick's .turn. His fis t land e d h e avily on Ma.son' s jugular vein, s ending that l y in g c adet in a h e ap to th e floor. "Hullo! What' s all this?" rang Fred Hop e's voic e That c ad e t ha d s topp e d in the act of strid in g in thro u g h the d oorwa y Back o f him, pee ring ove r hi s s hould ers w e re C ad ets Brill and Stanton "A little di s agreement," s p o ke Danford, qui e tly, thou g h hi s l i p s wer e bloodf ess. "It's goin g to be a di s agr e em ent," gro w led Ma.son, g e t ting daz e dl y to his feet. Th e thre e intruder s loo k e d on with eye s that w e re full of c uriosity, thou g h nothin g e lse in their marble-like faces b etrayed an y excitement. Mason turne d savage l y to our h e ro "Of cour se you'll e x p e ct to h e ar from this," he sneered "Of cour se, Danford a g re e d b o wing s lightly "'l'hat's all!" quiv e r e d Mason. H e strode fr o m the r oom, th e three a t the doorway mov in g a si d e to l e t him pa ss None of t he three newl y arrive d c adets a sk.eel any que s tions, nor did Di c k volunte e r any inform atio n. At West P oint a c ad e t who i s d e tect e d in a li e i s sent to purga t o r y." Afte r tha t n o ne of hi s c omrades w ill s peak to him, ex cept up o n offic i a l bu s iness. The ca d e t who has been d e spatc h e d to purgat o r y i s ge n e r a lly m ade s o wr e tchedly and miser ably lon e l y that h e i s glad to resign from the mili ta ry acade m y I d o n t want to d r ive Mason fro m th e a r m y jus t wh e n his c h a nce for se r v i c e i s c omin g, thou ght Di c k gen e rnu s l y "He w as a t fault-rotte nl y at fault but if h e ha s a chance h e m a y com e ar ound a ll r i ght a f ter a li t tl e r e a l activ e war ser v ice." A t West Point a c ad e t mu s t fight when in s u l ted Su c h fightR a re qui e tl y mana ge d and hon es tly fo ught und e r the dir ecti on of a s crap comm i tte e," each cl ass hav in g s uch a c ommittee At e i ght o 'cloc k in the evenin g strains of s weet mus ic fro m an or c he stra float e d through McC ullom Hall where the cade t hop s ar e held. H e r e of a evenin g the cadet s gather Here, 'too, com e the officer s on the pos t, of whom there are ab out a hund red, and w ith them the i r wive s daught e r s a.nd s i s t e r s H e re al s o congregat e the many young women who visit the pos t o f a S aturday in "hop" sea .son These y oun g ladie s are the gues t s of office r s fami l ies, or y oun g ladies wh o are in oth e r ways socially acq u a i nted in the West Po int lif e The cadet hop is a l ways a time of joy and of social p l easure A cad e t mus t not marry while he i s at West Point. If he does, his marriage i s treated as a and he i s dropp e d from the army But it i s at these hop s that many love matche s are formed, and after the cadet graduates and become s an officer in the army he is at li ber t y to marry his sweetheart.

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FROM CADET TQ CAPTAIN. 5 =================================================================--No law can ever be formed that will prevent a young man from having a sweetheart! H ence, on this Saturday night many a young cadet, in full-dress uniform, was seekin g out in the throng some especiall y bright, fair face. Dick was th e re, eager and al ert as any young fellow after a sweetheart. Re danced the fir s t numb e r with Kate, the only daugh ter of General Tallant. She was as pretty a girl as had ever been seen at West Point-tall, dark-haired and black-eyed-a perfect contrast to big, blond Dick. They were not yet sweethearts. Dick would have had it otherwise, but the girl had giv en no sign. "There is one great fault with the fir s t dance of th e evening," sighed Dick. "Yes?" Kate ask ed, smiling. The witchery in her eyes set his blood on fire, but he fought down the treJllbling that h e feared she would feel in the arm that she lightl y clasped. "The :first dance is always s uch a short one, you know." "I have three that are l eft," s h e replied, as she seated h erself, and she looked a challenge up into his eyes. "Row many may I have?" Dick inquired, quickly. "One !" "Not two, at l east, Miss Tallant?" he begged desperately. "Well, perhaps," Kate relented, smilin g in a teasing way that made his blood burn hotter than before. Fo r now, it seemed certain, Kate was looking upon him with more favor than she had done before She held up her dance card, invitingly. Then Dick had a sudden, fearfu l chill of realization. One of Kate's vacant dances was for nine. And at nine-! Re must leave l\{cCullom Hall and go out to fight Mason. H e r second vacant dance was for 9.45 R e could hardly hope to be back that ear l y The l ast dance vacant on her card was for 10.15. "May I have the la st open dance?" he asked, his heart feeling like ice. "And the others?" she asked. "I anl-I'm afraid--" Dick s tamm ered Kate misunderstood him. "I am sorry," she replied, col d ly, "but now I remember that that la s t dance is already promised ." Poor Dick. From dawning heaven he went down, swiftly, d espa irin g ly, ii:lto the depths. "Presently I will explain-if I can," he murmured, al most brokenly. "Why, there is nothing to explai n,'' Kate h aughtily She rose as Cadet Humphrey came forward to claim her for the second dance Dick stood there lik e one in a dream-a nightmare--as Kat e T a llant swept away. "And I had just dared to hope-! he quivered. "Now --
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6 FROM T0 Dick had been in four :fights before, only one of which he had won. Mason had had six fights, with a winning record of fo11r. In the :fistic arena Cadet Mason was a nasty opponent. He was a skillful boxer, a swift and hard hitter, and a trickster. But Dick felt equal to him on this night! "I'll thras h day light through him, if for no other fault than daring to ask Kate for a walk!" Dick quivered. E!!ch man had two seconds, Hope and Brill acting for our hero. Each had a bottle-holder, Stanton performing tha.t ser vice for Danford. Cadet Pierce was refere e B etts was timekeeper. Outside of these imm e diat e ly inte rested cadets none others were present. The affair had been quietly managed. Too many cadets absent from McCullom Hall would have attracted s us picion. For, though the cadet fight must be fought when need arises, yet cadets detected in fighting are liabl e to di s missal from the military academy. The s pot was a. favorite, w e ll-sel ected one for affairs of honor. "Ready!" cried Referee Pie rce, in a low tone. The two cadets faced each other, glaring deadly hatred. "Time!" Mason shifted on his fe e t, hanging low and watching for a chance at our hero' s wind. Di c k did not venture. He waited for Mason's fir s t move. It was our hero' s plan to wait for Mason to start the milll to counter and then to jump in, forcing the aggres sive. ];'or Dick Danford, hi s blood up pray e d for a. knockout victory in the fir s t round. It soon became plain, though, that Mason did not propose to force the fightin g too far. He ducked in at last h owever, swung rather clumsily, ai-id left his head in peril. Dick struck out, tryin g for hi s knoclwut. It failed to r egis t e r, but Mas on, stretching up, closed in with a da.ze r on Danford' s jaw. It looseneil a tooth Di c k knew that, for he felt the blood in his mouth. A low, panting laugh came from Mas on as he clucked back, getti ng on a firm, s afe defensive. Dick was blazing with anger and the humiliation of having gotten the first hard tap. He felt like ru s hing forcefully in-which Mas on wanted him to do. "Cool, old fellow," mutte red Dick. "Don't let that snake upset your nerve." Now they came together sparring cautiously, each trying to save hi s wind with footwork and caution. Then Mason led out, but Dick parried, followed up, was met, dodged back, returned, almo s t clinched, got away a bit, and--' Swat! Dick felt better now, for he ha .cl landed a bruis e r on Mason's left ear. It was not a "h.'llooker," though, for Mason wa s down ) low again, once more. Just as Danford had his wind safely guarded, Mason leaped np. Panford met him there, too, and now again they sparred for opening. Swiftly, like a flash, Ma.son dropped low, then came up und e r. W)loof l It landed ju s t below th e belt on Dick. He felt his wipd going 11p in a pufl'. Mason tried to follow, but Danford was going do wn. He fell, too weak, for the moment, to :rise. "One, two thr8ft, four, five, six--" came the count Dick tried desperately to rise, while Mason stood, gloatingly over him. "Time! "wa s the welcome sound. Dick Danford was saved, for the time being. Cadets, Hope Brill and Stanton w ent furiously at work on him, while Mason' s trainers worked more indolently in the other corner. 1'Pon't lose your nerve, old man," whispered Hope, anx iou s ly. "Don't you wony !" :fl.as hed Dick, with the first of his returning breath "And dop't get rattled." "Not on--" "Hush, Juggins !"ordered Swogger Hope, sternly. "Save all your breath for Ma.son." De spite his jolt, Dick Danford, thanks to hi s nerve, was in fair s hape by the tim e that. the men were called togeth er again. Mason danced around him thi s time with plenty of light, fancy footwork. He was plainly trying to rattle his opponent, whom he now regarded a s a certain and easy victim. But Dick was wary now He was lying low for his c h ance. In the first half of the round each regi s tered two or three punches that did no particular ha.rm. Th e n Mason closed in for h eavy work. He hammer e d right and lift, but scientifically, pushing off Danford and trying to get in hi s own touches. It was close, cle ver work on both s ides. Just at the :finish, Mason let out with hi s left for Dick's jaw. It almost landed Had it done so it would have been a knockout. But Dick went down, the :fist passing through the air over his shoulder. up and back he ca.me, with an uppercut that made Mason bite his tongue. Now the two put up their guards strongly, each watching for his own chance. "Time!" Though they dropped their hands to their sides, Danford and Mason, for some seconds, stood leering, with hate, into each other's faces. Then back to their seconds and bottle-holders they went.

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FRO.M CADET TO C.:\PTAIN. 'J Our hero wa.s panting hard, for his enemy was a rnean one at forcing a mill. "You did better, though you're winded a goodish bit," whispered Cadet Hope. "Don't be in a hurry, though. Play patient. You can't beat that fellow in a rush, but I belieye you could wear him out in ten rounds more." Ten rounds? To Dick's feverish impatience "ten years" would have been as welcome advice. At the call, both men were in the center again This time each had his jaw firmly set The onlookers knew that some real fighting was to be looked far. While they sparred away a skirt swiahed on the slope above, though none at the ringside heard or knew Kate Tallant had changed her m ind by a sudden whim. Excusing herself to three disappointed, crestfallen cadets, she had cancelled that number of dance Immediately after, feeling a whim for the open air, Kate had begged Major Daggart to escort her. The major, a somewhat near sighted, splendid old fellow, whose office was to assist in t eac h i n g the cade t s ma.the- ma.tics, had quickly obliged. 1 Outside of Hall, Kate Tallant had deve l oped a desire for a brisk walk. The major kept gallaftlY at her side, chatting with her for some moments . Before they reached Battery Knox, however, Kate's sup ply of small talk had nm out. She and the major relapsed into sile n ce, walking more slowly "Shall we go down into the glen?" murmured Ka.te "It's a charming spot." "W11erever you wish, my dear Miss T 'allant," Majo r Dag -gart replied, in a tone as low Thump! thump! swat! "Good sounded a second's low voice. What could this mean? Both strollers started-Kate with puzzled curiosity, the good old major with well founded suspicion. "Why, bless me!" murmured Major Daggart, not more than half aloud. His instinct and his knowledge of West Point customs made him instantly aware of what must be going on below As one of the officers of the academy, it was his duty to stop the fight at once, to take the names of the cadets present and to order them to their quarters in cadet barracks. Major Dagga.rt was a stickler for duty. Jn nea rly forty years of service he n ever duty. He did not mean to do it now. Yet he with all his military old soul, to spoil a fight. He loathed. the notion of getting cadets into trn1:1ble just for a fight. But there were the regulations, and here was his duty. Fumbling ncrvo.usly at his sword belt, Major Daggart made up his mind to rush down the slope and do the dis agreeable thing. More sounds had come to Kate Tallant's ears She too, knew and understood. She loYccl the cadets-loved them all in an impartial way, as an Army girl shoulLl. So Kate Tallant did what no cadet cou l d do and keep his self-respect. She lied! "Oh, Major she cried, with a funny little catch in her voice, as she clutched at Daggart's arm and looked 1Yith sweet appeal into his eyes. "Er-er-what is it, my deaT ?" faltered the old officer. "You're startled?" "And with good reason," trembled Kate. "Yes, yes, I know," quavered the m'ajor. His mind was on the fight. So was Kate's, though in a different way. "I'm scared to death, Major Daggart !" Kat e went o n tremulously, trying desperately to fix her companion's mind on anything but the tell tale sounds of "scrap" from below. "My opal pin-the one that descended from my great granclmother--" "Eh? Opal pin-your grandmother--" faltered l\Iajor Daggart, trying hard to fix his mind on this quee r i.alk "It was pinned to a lace handkerchief, Major I" Kate 11md up, nervously. "I dropped it between the ha ll and here. It will spoil all the pleasure of years if I lose tha t precious heirloom!" "Quite so-quite right," agreed the major "We'll go back and look for it at once!" "No, no!" Kate ordered, imperiously "You must go back alone, Major. Search our path thoroughly. I'll search around here. Go! Hurry!" Major Daggart turned and sped back a l ong the path, inwardly blessing the girl's quick wit. And Kate, having lied without deceiving any one, left by herself now, began to tremble For it was surely enough a below, and a savage one. Kate, with. her woman's instinct, did not like fisticuffs. Biff It was a fearful blow, followed by the sou nd of a falling body Kate stuffed her ears with her fingers, tho u g h not quite enough to shut out all sound. She recognized Cadet Pierce's low voice, which announced : "Danford wins with a knockout at the end o f round." "Mason's pretty badly hurt," came back another voice Danford ? Mason? Both cadets had been Yery agreeab l e to her. Kate felt thankful that she had aaved them from serious trouble She hurried back over the road, found the major seal,'ch ing faithfully, even if not hopefully, and caught his "Please take me back to the hall," she begged Not so many minutes after Cadet fierce strP!W into the hall, looking as innocent as a l amb. Kate found a chance to signal him. ':Was Mr. Mason much hurt?" she whispered, when t h e late referee stoocl before her Cadet Pierce ahot a swift look into her eyes, b u t Kat e met the look, unflinchingly.

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s FROM CADE'r TO CAPTAIN. !'I want to know," she ins isted "Yes," was Pierce's grim answer "Was his :face badly marked?" Again Pierce regard ed the girl curiou s ly b e fore he re plied: "I'm afraid, Miss Tallant that one of Mason's eyes is closed about tight. H e los t a tooth, and has some bruises on his face." "Shocking sli uddered Kate. "And thank you Cadet Pierce realized his dismissal. He strolled away, wondering. Dick Danford came in a few minutes l ater Outwardly, he s howed not a mark on his handsome, sold i er ly young face. The mu s ic had s tarted another dance. There was Ka.te, not dancing. Flushed with his late triumph, urged by desperation, Dick resolved to risk all on a s in g l e throw of the dice of love. "May I?" he whispered, as he pressed through the littl e throng of cadets around the girl. Kate smiled s lightly, allowed him to whir l her away, and Cadet Danford was half puzzled but almost wholly de lighted. "I wish I might dare to hope for a walk with you to morrow afternoon," he whispered in her pink little ear as they moved through the waltz. "Are your hopes often realized?" she teased back. "May I call for you?" trembled Dick. "Why not?" she chall enged. "I shall call, then, at half-past one," Dick Danford de clared, boldly. "And if I am not r ea dy?" she asked. "But you will be!" CHAPTER IV . THE GRIT OF THE BORN TROOPER. Now the troop had swung onto a ro. ugh, rock-strewn road cut into the side of the cliff Further on the road was narrower and rougher sti ll, with a sheer, dangerous precipice at the left-hand side "Trot ordered the bugle. It was a rough and dangerous plac e for moving horses fast, but Uncle Sam's. military cadets get much rough and hard work while they are training to become soldiers. Now the road narrowed down much mo1e, and here the cliff's precipice seemed all but under the horses' very feet. "By sing l e file, march!" As that command pealed out from the bugle at the rear, the line once more lengthened. Mason led at an interval of severa l yards. Then came Dick Danford, actually leading the little troop. The trot had become a rapid one. Cadet Mason, always nervous at great heights, looked down the precipice at his left hand and shivered Dick Danford gave no thought of tM danger of the ride. H e trusted all to hi s hor se \ "Careful Mason s houted back. "Careful!" Danford r epea ted. He was in duty bound to pass the order that came from the troop l eade r, but our hero smi led rather scornfully "Whoa-you brute!" roared Mason, suddenly There was a note of terror in his voice, then a shriek of something very like fright a s his horse bolted ahead at full gallop. Dick saw, and watched with amazement, wondering why Mason did not rein up the steed, which had been frightened b y someth ing. But Mason's runaway hor s e bolted on, unche.cked i Then Dick saw Mason's head strike, g l ancingly, against a jagged bit of rick tha t overhung from the ctiff at the right hand. "Great scott knocked out!" quivered Dick, as he saw Mason reel in his sad dl e Dick's spurs sank deep into the :flanks of his own mount. Away our hero leaving the little gray troop be hind for now the troop sergeant was bent on a work of "By column of twos!" pealed the bug l e at the rear of the res cue. littl e cadet troop. Mason, s truck on the head and un s teady in the. saddle of From column of fours the troop l engthend out into the a runaway brute, was in fearfu l peril on that narrow, thinner line a s the tro o p swun g around onto a cliff-side treacherou s cliff road above a precipice. road, away upon one of the big hills at the r ear of the West Nor was Dick Danford in any less peril, as his horse, Point reservation. startled by the unexpected dig of spur, bounded wildly Half of the first class was out for cavalr y troop drill. ahead. At the head o:f' the line rode Mason, troop leader for this "Pull up, Mr Mason!" Dick bellowed. "Rein inmarch in saddle. hard!" Jus t back of him, on a nother horse, was Dick Danford, But either Mason did not hear or he was too dazed by acting as cadet first sergeant. his blow on the head to comprehend At th e r ear of the entire lin e rode Captain. Simmons, Certainly, hi s runaway brute did not slacken. one of the army cavalry .in structors, and behind Simmons Loosened bits of stone :flew from under its hoofs and went _was a bugl er from the regular army cavalry. I clattering clown the p0recipice Th e troop was out for practice in rough marching, over I "Gracious!" gasped Dick, as he saw Mason's horse s l ip hill roads well suited to the purpose. and all but go shooting headlong over the precipice.

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. But Mason did not seem to pull up; it was the horse, not the rider, that prevented disaster. "Pull hard to the right!" Dick shouted, as he dug his spurs dE'eper in. "Keep to the right-away from the preci pice side. I want the precipice side to pass you on!" Danford ground his teeth together, pressed his lips grimly as he found himself getting closer to the sweating flanks of Mason's horse "Mr. Mason, pull up and rein in to the right!" our hero implored once more. But still the runaway horse aJ1ead appeared to be with out control. Mason swayed in his army saddle as if he would fall out 'at a breath. Now Dick, bis face white &nd set, took a deep breath as he spurred forward for the last, desperate act. He was staking his life, though doing it with the care lessness of the soldier. "T11 hard to understand me, Mr. Mason!" he shouted. "Rein up hard and pull over to your right. Im going to pass you! Quick, now!" No sign from the nerveless rider on the runaway ahead. With a final prayer that did not form in mere words, Dick dashed forward. He was up with Mason's beast, ready to pass-to the left, on the precipice side. And now Dick made the' effort, g11iding his horse by on the outside of a road that was wide enough but for one. The horses were passing. Dick Danford was leaning far to the right, ready to seize at the bridle of Mason's mount-when he felt the whole earth slipping away from under him. He knew what it meant. His own horse, with next to nothing of footing on that narrow, granite shelf, had slipped-was sliding over the precipice There was hardly time to think. Dick acted, instead-acted desperately, but bravely. Leap It was an old West Point trick in its best form. As the horse's body shot over the edge of the Cadet Danford's body rose in a sublimely magnificent leap. He got one leg over the back of Mason's mount, caught at Mason's swaying body and the back of the saddle, and pulled himself erect. "Poor, noble old brute!" shuddered Danford, as he heard, behind, the sound of his own horse clattering down the steep, rocky side of the precipice. But he threw his arms around Mason, clutched at the bridle and slowly but surely brought the trembling animal down to a walk. Behind, the clattering troop came l1p, with a noisy, musi cal jingling of hanging sabres "Walk!" sounded the short, sharp bugle command, as the gray troop behind got close. The cadets riding behind, stern, grim soldiers all of them, glanced ahead. Wildly they longed to cheer, but discipline forbade. "Are you dazed, Mr. Mason?" Dick asked. Only a grunt answered him from the trembling figure in the saddle before him. Soon the cliff road ended. Dick rode out onto a broad table land, reined up at the side and halted. "Can you slip down to the ground, Mr. Mason?" he asked, as he himself alighted. MB.Son tried to dismount, but needed Dan.ford's arm to save him from pitching headlong. "Crawl over there and rest," Dick advised, and Mason obeyed as one in a trance Now the foremost troop riders were up with him, as Danford stood holding Mason's horse by the bridle One after another the cadets of the little gray troop passed. Each, in turn, looked at our hero out of the corner of his eye. There was a world of silent, soldierly approval in those half-glances. Dick understood easily enough. "Humph! The fellows are making too much of a bi.t o.f simple cavalry work," he grunted to himself Ancl here, at the very rear of the troop, rode Captain Simmons and the bugler. "Halt rang the single, sharp tone from the bugle. As Captain Simmons turned and rode to the left, Dick, standing at the bridle of Cadet Mason's horse, sa l uted with true soldierly precision. "Sir," he called, "I have to report that I found it neces sary to leave the ranks. I have also to report, sir, with regret, that I have lost my horse." "I think, Mr. Danford," replied Captain Simmons, drily, though he smiled warmly, "I think that we can dispense with further report for the present. I shall make a full report myself of the splendid work that I saw you do. l will only say now, Mr. Danford, that you have displayed, in its best form, the grit of the born trooper!" Dick saluted again, with a gesture that was eloquent in itself. Captain Simmons dismounted, walked over to where Mason lay, and examined him. "See here, Mr Mason," whispered the cavalry officer, in a voice so low that none of the other cadets heard, "see 'here, you're not hurt. For heaven's sake, man, don't let :vour comrades see that your nerve has left you Be a man Brace!" The sharp, official contempt roused the bad l y shattered cadet. Within five minutes Mason was again in condition to mount and lead the troop over the now safe road, back to the cavalry plain. Dick walked, grieving over the really fine horse that his heroism hfl.d lost to the service At the cavalry plain enlisted cavalrymen of the regular army took over the horses, leading them to stable: But as for the cadets, the instant they were dismissed, and the strict restraints of discipline were pa.st, they

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10 FIWM CADET TO CAPTA I N crowded about young Danford, patting him on the shou l der or wringing his hand. They dian' t say much, for like soldiers few words were needed. Cadet Mason found h i mself walking alone, unnoticed, on the way back to barracks. "Oh, of course growled the one. "It's all Danford. It's enough to make one s ick. He didn't need to rescue me. I had my nerve with me. But it gave the cad a chance to be picturesque And now will get named in s pecial orders. Every one, from the s uperintend ent down, will .pat him on the back in one way or another. Danford! I hate the name!" In his intensity, Cadet I\Iason was talking almost aloud. His face wore a scowl, his lip s twitch ed nervously "But you shan't get into the service Dick Danford '' choked the enraged cadet. "I swear you s han t. I'll stop you from getting into a regim ent, if-if--" The words were hissed between Mason's bloodless lips: "If I have to take a pi sto l and shoot you in the back!" CHAPTER V OA UGIJ.T RED HANDED AT "CRIBBING"? "Twe nty minutes to swear?" That was the joking of a first class cadet, as the members of the cadet corps came out from cadet mess at 7.40 that morning The long, dreary, soul-racking week of annual examina tions was nearly at an end It was Saturday morning. Final examinations in history would take up the fore noon In the afternoon came the que st ion s in astronomy. Then the fearful yearly orclenl would be over Many of the cadets ip the four different classes knew alr e ady that tht>y had failed to pass in one or another of the examinations Those who had failed sufficiently would be dropped from the rolls-sent back to private life from Wes t Point. Those who hacl failed but slightly might be given another chance. So far the failures in the first class-the men who hoped to graduate and to get into tl1e corning war with Spain hacl not in any case been ser ious. Every first class man still hqpccl to get through the ordeal ll.1, especially as it was well known that the stoocl in ne e d of officers. I feel now," muttered Frell Hope, as he ancl Danforcl s trolled slowly, arm in-arm. "History and a s tronomy nrc easy for me." "Oh, astronomy is all right for me!" smiled Dick. "That's so. I forgot that history is your hard point. But cheer up, old fellow You can't fail to get through somehow." "I'm not nervo u s," Di ck replied. "Well, when you're not nervous, the battle is half won. But, I say, Juggins, somehow you seem down in the mouth a bout something, just the same." "Do I?" Dick asked, with a start. "You sure do. Dick compressed his tightly, closing his teeth close together The iron was pressing into his soul, but he ha.cl not meant to show it. On the afternoon before he hacl met Kate Tallant, with her father, General Tallant The latter ha cl come to West Point as a member of the Board of Visitors, a board that always comes to West Point at graduation time D i ck had made his best salute to the general, who hacl returned the salute But Kate, from whom our hero hacl l ooked for a friendly nod, had bowed slightly and coolly. What coulll it have meant? Worse still, that evening, while wandering along the road b e tween the parade-ground and the cavalry plain, he had coine upon her in the company of Cadet Mason. Now, as Dick remembered the happenings of the day before, he felt g l um indeed If he coul d, he woul d have warned Kate as to. the kind of fellow Mason was. But Wes t Point cadets do not carry tales. The one who lloes is s ure to wish he had never seen the United States J,IiJitary Academy. "Has l\fason been lying to her about me?" our hero wondered, as he wal ked thi s Saturday morning with his c hurn "Yes, he must have, for I haven't done anything that could possibly offend Kate. It i s he who ha s lied, if any one has, for Mason is the only f e llow here at the Point who would be guilty of l ying Oh, if I cou l d only find out! Yet how? Dick Danford could not go to Kate Tallant and ask her bluntly if Cadet Mason had been lying about him That would be contrary to the code of honor among the cade ts, where no cadet is supposed to lie-whe r e every young man is on h i s honor to s peak the truth ancl to be a gentle man at all times For our hero to go to Kate and ask her, simple as it seemed, whei.hcr Mason had been lying about him, woul d be to expose Danford to the censure both of his fellow caclcts and of the mi l itary authorities of the academy. Now sounded the bngle that drove the cadets to their rooms in barracks: A very few minutes later they marched out again in squads, each going in brisk 11').ilitary step to the room as s igned for the examination of that squad. Dick's section marched into one of the rooms belonging to the department of history. At the word of command the cadets seated themselves at their desks, where, a l ready, were writing-paper, pens and ink.

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. 11 And now the examination papers, containing the ques tions, were passed oot. In thoughtful silence Dick Danford began to scan the question<'-"Whew!" he muttered, uneasily. "It's a hard lot this year. But I guess I can get through the questions with a high enough mark. I've got toJ anyway!" Picking up his pen, he began to write his answer to the first question. Having finished it, he read it through. "I wonder if that answer is anything like atraight ?" sighed poor Dick, "Oh, deat I wish I had the fellow here who invented history I" Beyond any doubt this exam was a "sweater." Almost in dump despair, Dick reached into the C>nly pocket.in his gray unifonn blouse. This pocket was inside the blouse. Dick's fingers closed on the handkerchief, He drew it out, and then his fingers closed upon a pa.per folded in the handkerchief, "Eh? What's this?" mutterM Danford, holding tha paper low behind his desk. In wonder he unfolded the sheet. "Mr. Danford!" The low, stern voice was that of Captain Rogers, the examiner in history. "Mr. Danford, what is that you have in your hand?" "A piece of paper, sii-," Dick answered, and stand ing at attention. In an instant the attention of every man in the room was centered oii this one cadet and the sternlooking army officer, who stood before the boy. "What is on that paper, Mr. Danford?" rang the stern voice of the army officer. "I don't know, sir." / "Don't know ?"-unbelievingly. "I have just found the paper, sir." "Just found it? Where, Mr. Danford?" "Folded in my handkerchief, sir." "Hm Let me have the paper. Flushing, trembling, as the innocent often do when under accusing suspicion, Dick passed the sheet to his su perior officer. Captain Rogers unfolded the document, looked it rapidly over, then asked: "Mr. Danford, you assure me you did not know that this sheet contains the answers to a great many questions in history?" "+ assure you, sir," Dick cried, white to the roots of his hair, "that I never saw the paper until just now." "You assure me that you did not prepare this paper and save it for use?" "I did not) sir!" Dick cried, his voice thrilling with indignation. "Then, who did?" "I don't know, sir," Dick protested. "I know nothing at all about it. Am I privileged to ask, sir, in whose hand writing the paper seems to be?" "These answers were written on a typewriter," returned Captain Rogers, in a voice full of meaning. Dick stood there, still at attention, as white as marble, and as rigid. He felt as if the whole world were falling out from under him. In a second the whole awful meaning of this scene had flaslied upon him. The "cribber"-he who sneaks a book, or a paper full of answers into an examination room-is always despised by all honest students. Iiere he was, accused of just such an act-accused just as much as if Captain Rogers had put the accusation into direct words. 1f he could not clear himself, Dick Danford saw the whole of his life slipping away from him. He would not be allowed to graduate-would nevet become an officer in the army. There would be no military future for him-no campaign against the Spaniards in Cuba. Life could hold nothing for him but disgrace, dishonor. Yet Dick Danford did not choke up. He did not play the baby. His West Point nerve came right to the surface. The room was as still as the tomb. Captain Rogers was thinking. The cadets looked on, hardly daring to breathe. In that awful silence Dick did not attempt to speak He had no right to open his mouth unless questioned. But now Captain Rogers spoke, his words sounding, in that stifling room, like the death sentence from a judge: "Mr. Danford, you are excused from further examina tion. You will remain a.t your desk until you receive fur ther orders." Dick sat down-not all in a heap, but as became a soldier under fire. "11Ir. Hope, you will go to the nearest telephone and ask Lieutenant Dean, with my compliments, to report here at once." Hope went out, came back, and the cadets slowly got back to their writing. Dick, as he sat there, did not attempt to look around. He did not seek the eyes of his astounded comrades, but stared straight a.t the nearest wall. Lieutenant Dean came in, saluted, and then he and his superior officer talked almost in whispers. "Mr. Danford," sounded the captain's voice, "you will accompany Lieutenant Dean. Consider yourself under ar rest, unless you are released from it." Rising, saluting, Dick turned and followed the lieutenant from the room. "Get your cap," commanded the lieutenant, when they were outside. Out into the open they walked, neither the lieutenant nor the crushed cadet saying a word. As our hero had expected, Mr. Dean walked straight to the headquarters building.

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12 FHOM CADET TO CAPTAIN. Passing inside, and going upstairs, they stepped into an ante room of the superintendent's office. "Wait here, Mr. Danford," commanded Lieutenant Dean, crisply, as he went on inside. Left to himself, Dick felt like shrieking out in his despair. "It's all up with me, I guess," he muttered, dismally, to himself "I can't disprove this charge. Who could have put that paper there? Mason? It doesn't seem as if he rould do such a thing! Yet he i s the only enemy I have, and the only fellow at West Point who could be fairly suspected of anything dishonorable. Yes, yes It must have been Mason. He was in the room, too, after breakfast, while my blouse was hanging up and I was washing my hands. Oh, Mason! Mason! How could you do such a dirty, dishonest trick?" Dick's eyes flashed. His hands gripped tighter as he groaned, inwardly: "If this is Mason's work, I believe I could kill him for it! It would hardly seem like murder! T'o kill my whole, dearly loved army career like this-and just as war is coming on! To send me out into the world, dishonored! But I mustn't think. My head's going wild, and--" "Follow me, Mr. Danford!" It was the cold, unsympathetic voice of the lieutenant, returning. Like one in a dream, yet losing not a particle of his sol dierly bearing, Danford followed into the superintendent's office. There's behind his official desk, sa. t Colonel Graham Dean, having conducted the accused cadet into the room, retired to a far corner of the office. Cadet Dick Danford marched grimly to a position before the superintendent's desk, saluted, then stood rigidly at attention. Hi.s whole future depended on the developments of this clay. More than tha.t-his mother The thought of that gentle, sweet -fa ced old wofuan, liv ing in the little country home out in Illinois, choked him, yet nerved him on to a desperate fight. Then there was Kate Tallant! Whether or not he could win her, he would sooner die than think that she would believe him guilty of such dis honest trickery as "crib bing" for an examina tiou. "Mr. Danford," asked the superintendent, searching ly, "do you assure me, on your honor as a cadet and a gentle. man, that you have no guilty knowledge of this condemning paper?" "I clo assure, you, sir, on my honor as a cadet and a gentleman!" The colonel's voice softened a trifle, his face became milder in its look, as he replied: "That assurance, Mr. Danford, must count towards a belief in your asserted innocence. Yet, in a matter like this I must be sme that I get at the truth. You may be seated Dick dropped, stiffly, into the chair beside the supe rin tenclent's desk. "Mr. Dean, will you leave us alone for a little while?" called Colonel Graham. After Dean had left the office the superintendent went on: "As it is quite possible, Mr Danford, that you are in nocent of guilt in this fearful thing, I will give you e.very opportunity to help me in solving the puzzle. Either you placed this accusing paper in your own pocket, or some one else clicl. Do you suspect any one else?" "Yes, sir "Who?" "I prefer not to answer, sir." "Why?" "l\fr. Danford, this is a very serious declared the superintendent, gravely. "I presume I clo not need to repeat the charge "Because I have not a particle of proof against the person dry whom I may suspect "It is not necessary, sir," Dick replied, in a hard, voice. "Do you confess to guilt?" "I do not, sir." l)ll 1' "But the evidence--this slip containing the answers?" "I did not know tha.t it was in my pocket, sir." "But how could it have come there if you did not put it there?" CHAPTER VI. UNDER FIRE FOR HIS HONOR! "I don't know how it got there, sir !P Dick Danford's voice ran with the evidence of honesty. Yet officials cannot decide guilt or innocence on the voice or the manner of the accused. Dick Danford, though, was at bay. "Ancl you feel that to name another suspected person would be too monstrous where you have no proof?" "That is my feeling exactly, sir." "You are right, Mr Danford. But you must answer some questions for me." "Very good, sir." "You know just whom you suspect?" "I do, sir "Is the suspected person a cadet?" "Must I answer that, sir?" "Yes." "The person I suspect is a cadet," Dick answered, relu ctantly. "But you do not wish to name him?" "It does not seem to me, sir, that it would be just." "Then, Mr. Danford, how am I to. investigate? How am I to hav e any chance to find out that you arc as in nocent as you claim to be? Do not hurry with your an swer. Take time to think it over, Mr. Danford. In a

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. 11 matter that affects your whole future career I do not wish to hurry you to your disadvantage." ".M:ay I have that paper to examine, sir?" Dick asked. Colonel Graham passed the s heet to him. Dick studied the typewriting The type was badly worn, the color of the ribbon blue. Then our hero looked at the paper itself. He turned it over at last. On the reverse side, near the top, were written the let ters, "D-e a,'' as if some one had started to write the word "dear," and then had tossed the sheet aside. Colonel Graham watched the young cadet attentively as our hero carefully scanned this scant bit of penmanship. N ?t for :five minutes did our hero speak. During that time he was :fighting a harder, keener battle within himself than could possibly come to the lot of a soldier in a campaign. "There are some things here, sir, that I would call your attention to, sir," spoke the cadet, at la st. "I am listening," replied Colonel Graham. "In the :first place, sir, I believe this typewriting to have been done on the .machine in the cadet Y M C. A. rooms, where, I believe, is the only typewriter on the post that has a blue ribbon." "Very good," nodded the superintendent "This paper, sir, probably came from some cadet's stock of note-paper, for, you see, some one has started to write on the back of the sheet." "I had not noticed that yet, Mr. Danford," cried the superintendent, taking the sheet and scanning it curiously "But you are right." "I will ask, sir, if you think it would be possible to iden tify those three letters as being in the handwriting o f any paJticular cadet?" "Why, I think that may be possible, M:r. Danford. But you could assist me much in that respect." Dick glanced inquiringl y a.t the superintendent "By naming the cadet whom you suspect of having been at the bottom o f this affair Dick color ed. "I ask to be excu sed, sir, from answering that question." "Even in order to shield yourself." "No inducement, sir, could make me, willingly, answer that question." "Why, Mr. Danford?" "Because I share the general hatred here, sir, for a tale bearer." "Would that be tale-bearing in a case like this, Mr. Danford?" "It would seem so to me, sir." "Then it will be much more difficult, Mr. Danford, for me to succeed in clearing you of a chaJge of which you may be innocent." Our hero bowed, without speaking. "H you have anything else that you wish to say, Mr. Danford, I will li sten." "May I ask the privilege, sir, of asking you a few ques tions?" "If they are proper ones, Mr. Danford, I will answer them," the superintendent quickly repli ed. "What, sir, has been my record here as to conduct?" "Excellent," Colonel GrahaJn replied, without hesitation "My reputation as to honesty and honor, sir?" "I have never heard a breath against your reputation in that respect,. Mr. Danford." "Is there anything, sir, in my whole record at West Point that cou ld justify the suspicion that I am gu il ty of this present charge?" "Nothing whatever, Mr. Danford!" The answer came promptly and with vigor from the superintendent. But he added, a second later: "Nothing, that is, except the proof now' before me. "And you admit, sir, that that is not conclusive proof?" I do, Mr. Danford. And I further state that your silence on one point tends to keep me from getting at the real ti:uth in case you are really innocent." Dick was deathly pale, but he remained silent. "Anything else, Mr. Danforc1 ?" "Yes, sir," the boy replied, with effort, but looking yearn ingly at his superior officer. "I have a very urgent re quest to make, sir. I am at present under arrest, and nat urally cannot take the two examination remaining. As every man is held to be innocent until he has been proved guilty, I ask you, sir, if you will release me from arrest and allow me to take the two exaJnination to-clay?" "That would be rather unusual, Mr. Danford. you a good reason to urge for such a request?" "If I am innocent, sir," Dick urged, wistfully, "then it would be hard, indeed, to be kept from these examinatio ns, just before graduation. l it is decided, in the end, that I am guilty, then my having taken the exan1inatio ns and passed in them will not save me from dismissal from the academy and from the army. In support of my request, sir, I urge the consideration of all my past record at West Point." Colonel Graham l eaned back iri his chair, thi nk ing deeply for some moments. "Mr. Danford," he answered, at last, "these are very unusual days at West Point. Moreover, there is much in what you urge as to your past excellent reco rd here. I re lease you from arrest, therefore. You will take the remain ing But I wa111 you that, unless investiga tion brings out facts that clear you of this cha rge, then you will undoubtedly be held to be guilty." "Thank you, sir." "'fhe matter rests here, then, Mr Danford, until the examinations are over." "Thank you, sir." Lieutenant Dean was called in and the sit uation ex plained to him. "You will repeat this decision before the section to which Mr. Danford belongs, Mr Dean," directed the superinte nd ent. Again the army lientenant and the army cadet walked between headquarters and the examination room.

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14" FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. Just befo e they entered the latter building, Lieutenant Danford's, thus proclaiming his entire belief in his chum's Dean said, very quietly: innocence. "I am very glad over the outcome so far, Mr. Danford. Perhaps a score of the members of the first class waylaid I trust" sincerely, that you will be able to clear yourself of Danford in order to shake hands with him-their s il ent the charge:" testimony to their belief in him. "I thank you, sir." Yet the fact that so many held away hurt our hero keenly It was cheering to distract ed Dick to know that he hacl "Don't mind it, Juggins," whispered Swogger. "The even this much sympathy from another. fellows who keep in the background do it because they are Before Dick's section, Lieutenant D ean announced that suspending judgment They don't really believe yo u guilty Danford had been released from anest p e nding a further -don't want to." investigation. Cadet Mason hacl vanished as soon as he came out from While the announcement was being made our hero stood mess . facing the cadet memb e rs of the sectio n. He was n ot seen again until our hero's section formed to He caught the gaze of Mason, ancl held it for a second. march in to the next examinat ion. Then Mason lowered his eyes and changed color. This was over at last, but there wa.s barely time for the In that second Dick Danford knew his man-his enemy cadets to get back to barracks ancl inro dress uniforms. "!t was Mason!'' h e quivered, and hated his Once more they formed north of barracks, marching out uttetly onto the parade-ground Yet Dick banforcl, as he return ed to his desk, clid not Dress parade is the crowning glory of the day at West regret that he had refused to nam e Mason. Point. West Point honor, West Point tradi tion s forbade him to This ceremony, beautiful anywhere, i s seen at its bes t carry tale s even again s t a triumphant enemy when performed by the battalion of cac1et,s, the finest body Dick Danford had enough West Point nerve to suffer of soldiery in the world. rather than to break the cadet ruies of honor and manly Dick Danford went through the required movements with conduct. a heavy, aching heart, though with sold ierly precision. He succeeded, at last, in fastening hi s minc1 again on Hundreds of visitors stood nearby, watching the in spi ring the exami nation questio n s before him. t> s ight, while the post banc1 pla yed Examination over, the section mar ched back to barrack s But our hero, in his brief g limp se of the crowd, had Not a word did Di ck speak until h e anc1 Freel Hope found seen but two of the throng of onlookers-Kate Tallant ancl them se lves in their room. her father "The whelp!" broke tempestuously from Hope's lips. Anc1 now the acljuta:nt had t aken his station, fo read the Both knew to whom that term o f contempt referred. orders of the clay. "It's the put-up joh I ever heard o.f," Hope Order after order was read through, while the cadets raged. "But I will help avenge you, Juggin s I'll find an s tood motionless and in perfect alignment in their splendid excuse-or make one-for calling the whelp out to a fight. batta li on formation. I'll polish him off, it I lose my commission in the army Then came another .orde r from headquartel's for it!" It recit e d the charge that had been made against Cadet "Don't/ begged Dick, quietly. Hichard Danford "Eh? What?" Poor J u ggins pricked u1} his ears, turned crimson, and "Leave him alone.'' trembled inside the natty gray uniform "Not thump him-the whelp?" d emanded Swogger, in The order wound up >vith these words: amazement. "Why, I can't bear the thought of keeping my "Enough evidence has been secured to make it appear, hands away from his sneaky face!" reasonably, that Cadet Richard Danford is the victim of a "You must, though." plotter, another cadet, who, it is believed, prepared the "Why?" said answers and placed them in side Cadet Danford 's "Because I want my enemy all to myself!" blouse. Cadet Danford is therefore exonerated upon this "Oh, you do?" queried Cadet H ope, glancing shrewdly presumable evidence secured by the aca d em ic authorities at his c hum. "Oh, well, there's some se n se in that!" The cadet who is suspected of treachery against Cadet DanThere was no time to say more. It was time to go out ford is not positively proven -'to be guilty. T1rnre i s not :for dinner tormation. evidence enou gh against him to warrant the preferrin g of Out on the north side of the barracks building the cadet charges Therefore, the s u spected cadet is not named." battalion formed and marched down to cadet mess hall. Not even the rigor of military could keep At the dinner-table the news of Dick's predicament flew back the flash of triumph and joy that shot inro Di ck's eyes. swiftly from mouth to mouth until it was being talked He was re l eased from a ll s u spic ion I Not fully exon over by th e entire batta li on. erated, perha ps, but at l east the incident was not to be al Dinner over, th ere came twenty minutes o f recreation lowed to keep him from earning hi s commission in the time, during whi c h the cadets strolled outdoors. regular army! Hope's fir s t move was to draw his own arm inside of He was not to miss service in the coming war with Spain!

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FRO)'l CADET TO CAPTAIN. 15 Mason had failed-failed utterly and completely in his effort to ruin his enemy Moreover, in the very nature of things, Mason was now under suspicion, and would be closely watched in the future. With a vastly lighter heart our cadet attended the hop that night. Kate greeted him, on his first approach, with a cheery, friendly smile "Of course you could not be guilty of such a thing!'_ she cried, quickly. "No one who knows you could believe such an absurd thing, Mr. Danford. But wasn't it splen did of Colonel Graham to sift the whole matter so quickly?" She gave him two of her dances Bnt she danced the same number of times, also, with Mason! CHAPTER VII. MASON GETS HIMSELF AND HIS ENEMY IN TROUBLE Sunday morning inspection By nine o'clock every cadet was in his own ro<>m m cadet barracks, awaiting the visit of an army officer on a tour of inspection Every cadet was in dress uniform-his whole appearance absolutely faultless, spick and span. Every room was in apple-pie order. N<>t a speck of dust showed anywhere. 'fhe bedding was piled up according to regulation Every article of wearing apparel was in its proper place and in perfect condition. Even on the study tables, of which there were two in ea.ch room, the books and stationery were piled and arranged strictly according to military regulation It was the duty of the inspecting officer to see that every cadet and every room in barracks were in precise order. Dick stood alone, with his back to the window. Just a.t the stroke of nine Freel Hope sped back into the room from a. visit to the cadets in another room "Close shave," smiled Dick. "Oh, I had my eye on the time," Fred rct<>rted. Then they hushed, for out in the corridors could be heard the tread of the inspecting officers. A hand rested on the kn .ob of the door, followed by the entrance of Lieutenant Stapleton Both cadets instantly came to the position of attention, while the army officer swiftly noted the condition of the room. 'l'hen he went to their kit-boxes, examined the clothing and equipment<> in their places, and, last of all, turned his attention to the cadets thernsel ves. "All in order here,'' remarked the lieutenant, briefly. Then, suddenly: "Hold on! Mr Danford, step past me!" Dick obeyed I "How came that stain on your trousers, Mr Danford?" demanded the army officer, crisply "Stain on --" gasped Dick, unbelievingly "On the back of the right leg of your trousers. Look for yourself!" Poor J uggins turned, twisted his leg There, on the back of his trousers, between ankle ancl knee, was a hideous black stain, showing p l ainly on the gray cloth. Some six inches in length, this black smooch was about two inches in width. "Ha.Ye you any explanation to offer, Mr Danford, as to the unticly, unsolclierly appearance of your uniform?" Lieutenant Stapleton's voice was as severe as if he had accused the young man of murder "None, sir,'' Dick admitted, shamefacedly. "I didn't know that the stain was there." "You should have known, Mr Danford Stapleton noted the incident in his note -book. "Change trousers before call. Mr. Danford." "Very good, sir." The lieutenant was gone. Dick was crestfa1len. The condition of his full-dress uniform meant that de merits would be entered against him. Demerits affect a cadet's chances of graduation: "Now, who could have done that mean thing?" b l azed Fred H<>pe. "Why, I remember, Swogger, that Mason--" "Mason!" Cadet Hope a l most exploded. "He kickeLl against me in the corridor a little whi l e .ago. It seemed like an accident He apologized, and--" "And got you into a pretty mess!" uttered Cadet H o pe, disgustedly. "J uggins, old boy, I've certain l y got to find an excuse for fighting him." "Don't, Swogger "For the same reason, J uggins ?" "Yes; I want him all to myself." "All right,'' sighed Cadet Hope, resigned l y Danford soon had himself attired more suitab l y for the coming attendance at chapel. "I'm going clown now, Swogger." "Can I go with you?" "Certainly." Arm-in-arm, the two chums descended the stairs. They came out on a wooden, railingcd porch at the west end of the quaclrangle inside of barracks. It was a beautiful, perfect Spring Sunday morning. Natnre seemed wholly at peace with the worlcl. In that atmosphere of strict discipline all seemed as perfect as could be. Bnt Dick Danforcl's raging heart was who ll y o u t of tune with the suProunclings. Had eve1 a cadet been as dirtily treated as Mason had treated him? "If I meet him now--" Dick muttered, vengefully, to himself. Then, sl1dc1enly, in a whisper :

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. "There he is now, Swogger!" I "The whelp!" returned Hope, with cheery s pite. "Step back!" "Eh?" "I want to face him alone." 1Make a good job of it, then!" "Trust me!" Dick thrilled. Hope vanished back inside the doorway, while Dick Danford strode straight "!IP to his enemy Mason turned, saw who was coming "Oh, good morning; Danford!" was his cold greeting. "This isn't the first time we!ve met to-day," Dick re torted, meaningly. "Danford, your voice sounds as if you wanted to pJck a quarrel?" quizzed Cadet Mason. "W:ould you be astonished if I did?" "For' what rea son?" "Surely, Mason, you're not hypocrite eno ugh to pretencl that you don't know!" cried Olli' hero, s welling with indig nation. "If you've got anything to say to me," sneered Mason, "it won't hurt you to be honest enough to come straight to the point." "I will, then '' Danford blazed "I'm listening!" "You tripped your foot against me in the hall this morning." "Well ?"-sharply. "Your boot was smeared with ink, paint, or something You soi led my trousers-got me in for a few demerits "Is that all ? "Not by a long sight!" cried Dick, wratbily. "You pre pared that list of answers in history, folded it inside my handkerchief and got it into my blouse pocket. Colonel Graham must have been satisfied that you did it." "You told him so?" sneered Mason. "I did not. But there were a few letter s written on the other side of that sheet He probably cornpa1ed it with your writing and suspected you Perhaps he discovered that you had been seen using a certain typewriter. A search of your study table or kit-box may have revealed some of the same kind of paper on which the questions were written." hinted Mason, jeeringly, "you ought to be a de tective. You are better fitted for that than for being an army qfficer But even as a detective you blundered I'm glad, though, Danford, to lmow that you told all this to the superintendent." "I didn't tell him," denied Dick, a dangerous light in his eyes "I didn't tell him a word-refused him the name of the man I suspected." "You lie!" challenged Mason, with swift heat. "Repeat that, please," begged Dick. "YOU lie Cadet Danford leaped swiftly forward. In a twinkling there was a clinch, a mix -u p Two cadets were battling with all the intensity of deep hatred that had found an outlet. A most unu sual thing was happening this Sunday morn ing. The Board of Visitors) now assembled at West Point, was taking a hand.in the inspection. Not so much that was unus ual in that, but Kate Tallant and another young lady had actually secured permission to go through barracks with the Board. They had just come down one of the numerous flights of stairs leading to this same porch. Just in time, too, to witness the scene that was being enacted by two cadet enemies Neither Dick nor Mason was aware of the presence of the girls. They fought on, desperately. First, Kate and her friend s tepped back. But curiosity and interest soon drove them forward. Dick had slightly the better of it when he heard Kate's low, shocked voice: "A fight, on the Sabbath morning!" He did not recognize the low voice, but knew it to be a woman's. Our hero drew back, prepared to quit promptly for the time. But Mas on, had not heard, was quick to seize the ad vantage offered by Da nford. Whirl! Slam! The advantage had been utterly in a second after Dick's confusion. The angry cadet pushed him back over the railing. He was so furious that he meant to hurl Dick down upon the pavement, and, perhaps, kill him. The girls shrieked, and rushed toward the strugg ling boys, blanched with horror "Gentlemen! Mr. Mason! Mr. Danford!" begged Kate. Then Mason heard, and Dick knew who the fair inter ceder was. Like a fl.ash Mason drew back and straig h tened up. Dick regained erect position more slowly, for in that heavy, backward wrench his back had been strained Both cadets quickly removed their caps "Miss Tallant!" cried Mason, aghast. "Miss Emo ry !" "We did not know-did not dream-that ladie s were near!" Dick protested, confusedly. "ls that the only explanation you have to offer?" Kate asked, rather sharply. Then, instantly, her voice became as cold as the look in her eyes, as she added: "It is fortunate that we appeared as we did. The Board of Visitors--" She stopped abruptly, for, at this very moment, the Board appeared through a doorway, under the escort of the super intendent and his adjutant. Even now all might have been well, but Captain Blake came hastening up across the quadrangle. As tactical officer of the day, the ca.ptain had seen part of the affair from a window in the cadet guard house clown the quadrangle "I'd be obliged for a word with you, sir," announced Blake, saluting the supepntendent.

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. 17 For a few moments the two officer s conferred together in un dertones. Then Colonel Graham turned, walking over to where the two angry caclets stood. "Mr. Danford Mr. Mason I l earn tha.t you have been fighting." "Yes, sir," both cadets answered "Who was the aggressor?" "l hit the first blow, sir," Di c k an s wered, s aluting. "Why?" I "I felt that I hacl good reason, si r. "What reason?" Di ck hesitated Must I answer that, sir?" Colonel Graham turned impati e ntly to the other cadet. "Mr. Mason, what pr ovoca tion did you give?" I passed the li c, sir.' The superintendent eyed both boys keenly, disapprovingly . But he, was, o-f course, aware of one reason for hostility between the pair. Finally he said, briefly, coldl y : "I sha ll enter ten demerits against each of you. Go to your rooms at once." "Under arr est, sir?" aske d Dick, s aluting respectfully. Colonel Graham hesitate
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"18' FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. that crooked Mason is going to pile up? I wonder if he'll find some way out of going to Cuba? Some soft, easy, saf() berth in this country while the scrap is being scrapped out?" "I've almost ceased guessing about him," Dick flared. "He isn't worth it." They reached the grim, gray old s tone barrack s at last. They climbed the stairs slowly, thoughtfully, fondly. It was a fearful ordeal-that four years of hard grind and strenuous soldier lie at West Point, but after all they were wonderfully fond of the place that they were to leave on the morrow. Entering the bare but friendly old room that had shel tered them for so long, both young men deposited their new diplomas in their kit-bo xes. "I'm going out, now," declared Hope. "Corne along?" "No; I've something to do here, Swogger." Something very important, indeed After Swogger had gone, Dick Danford opened his kit chest once more. From somewhere near the bottom he drew out a letter, in an unsealed, addressed envelope. Addressed to Kate Tallant, in fact. Dick read the letter over twice. It was not a long epistle, but brief and soldierly. He had begged an appointment with 1\iiss T allant, for a brief word ere he left West Point. Presently there came a knock at the door. It was the corning of the soldier whom Dick had engaged to carry the letter for him. "Take it now," said Dick, sealing the flap of the en velope. Then he waited-waited for an hour before the soldier again knocked. "I had to wait until Miss Tallant came in," reported the soldier. He handed our hero an envelope, bulkily filled, but ad dressed in Kate's own dear handwriting. "Very good," Dick replied, handing his soldier-messen ger some money. Left by himself, the young West Pointer opened the en velope in feverish haste. Then a low cry escaped him. In his hand he held-his own letter. the seal still un \roken. No other word-not a line! "That's the finish!" J)ick uttered, brokenly, though he tried to smile. "She won't even open my letter s Well, well Other fellows have been up against the same lnck before But I shan't so much mind, now, if a Spanish bullet does find me! That may be Swogger's way of reach ing promotion." "What's that?" demanded Hope, himself, entering the room briskly at that moment. "A habit I've developed of talking to myself," Dick an swered, evasively. Swogger looked curiously at his comrade. "Oh! that's it, eh? A beastly bad habit, I call it, Juggins." Under his breath Hope added to himself: "Thank goodness I've made up my mind to be a bachelor officer until I'm a colonel!" Never had there been a gayer ball at West Point than the one given that graduation night. Dick was there, though looking listless enough. He stood moping at the side of the room Every now and then he caught a glimpse of Kate Tallant, from a distance, and his heart a.ched. Always, heretofore, she hall come to cadet hops in a de mure, girlish frock. To-night she had blossomed out as a woman In her black hair glistened a crescent of diamonds, her only jewelry. Her bodice, low cut, revea.led a perfect, white, glistening neck. Her splendidly molded arms, gloved, but not hidden, seemed borrowed from some perfect statue Her strong, rounded young :figure caught man.y an eager eye tliat night. Her fine eyes sparkled, her laugh rippled often She had given three dances to Mason, a fact that soon set tongues to wagging on the sly "If she were trying to punish me :for some crime, she couldn't do it better," thought jealous, distracted Danford. "Cheer up, old fellow, or folks will think you're worrying over the risk of meeting the Spaniards!" It was Hope's li ght, laughing voice that sounded in his ear. Swogger meant well enough, but he didn't know-or else didn't know enough T o Dick Danford that whole brilliant scene, with its hundreds of cadets, its sprinkling of army officers, its ciYilian guests, and, above all, its scores of charming girls -that whole scene was but a nightmarish dream. Once Dick turned to, :find Kate regarding him steadi ly. He started as he fancied he read invitation in her eyes. Quick to charge at a desperate hope, he turned, flushing hotly, then trembling with cold, and made his way toward her. She turned her glance away slight ly as she saw him coming. But still he went forward . Kate waited until he was almost close enough to speak. Then, coldly and deliberately, she wheeled, turning her back fully upon him. That slight was too apparent-the snub too studied to be misunderstood. His heart sinking, Dick Danford passed the girl of his heart, kept on until he reached the door, and passed out into the night. Mason's ugly eyes followed our departing hero. "'rhe chance i s near now!" he thought. "We'll !:re in Cuba soon, you and I, Dick Danford! We're to be in the same r.egiment--the same battalion. There'll be a chance to get behind you, Danford. I shall have a pistol. I can

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FROM CADET TO CAPTA I N. 19. raise it and :fire. No one, in the heat of battle, will ever be able to prove that I didn't fire at the eDern:y ahead of us both!" "Good morning, sir!" was Dick's greeting, as he strode over to where his company commander was making the same brier toilet that our hero had just finished. CHAPTER IX. BELOW SAN JU.AN HILL. "Good morning, Danford," nodded Captain Crane, after returning our hero's salute "You slept well?" "Like a log, sir But it seemed odd, just now, not to be roused by a bugle-call." "We're too close to the enemy to give any needless information with our bugles," said Captain Crane, pointing "Reveille time, sir!" over toward San Juan Hill, visible .in the distance Sergeant Johnson was shaking him by the shoulder. Dick strolled through the company to seethat all was Lieutenant Dick Danford awoke instantly in the gray going right, then r eturned to the spot where he had slept of the Cuban morning through the night He shivered as he sat up, for he had slept through the Here his strike r Private Mul lin s, was preparing the night without other shelter than his blanket gave him. young officer's breakfast. A mist that was much like a fine rain was falling. "It's not what I'd give you in barracks, sir," grinned As he l ooked around he saw other blue-clad figures :!lfullins, looking up. crawling out of dog tents, curious little canvas affairs just "Anything -even a baked baby wou l d taste good this big enough to cover two soldier s each as the men lay upon morning,'' lau ghed Danford the ground Over a fire of twigs 1'.'f ullin s had Bet cold water to boil His regiment, the Thirty-first Infantry, was quickly in an agate cup. When it came to a boil he dropped in a astir. handful of coffee. This boiled for a couple o f minutes, Firewood in the forest fo the west Water three hunafter which Mullins took the cup from the :fire, threw in a dred ya rds to the southeast." dash of cold water to settle the grounds. This information the corporals and sergeants were re"Coffee's ready, sir. Bacon in a minute." peating broadcast. Mullins was already frying the bacon strips over the fire "So thi s is war?" murmured Dick, as he rose to his feet, as Dick Danford squatted on the ground, drank his coffee, drowsily and stretched without sugar or milk, and munched at a hardtack. A Yes, this was war! Back at West Point it had been all moment later he had the bacon to add to this fare theory; here was the real, practical thing. But Dick ate heartily, as he looked off at the country And every man .in the regiment knew that to-day the around him. little American army was to encounter the little, brown Not all of his own regiment was visible from where he skinned Spaniards who manned the defences between here sat. Most of it was hidden among the trees. Of the many and Santiago other Ame ; rican regiments within the few surrounding Dick look ed down at himself and smiled as he rememmiles not one was visib le. b ered the old days of natty uniforms at West Point. "This seems more lik e a picnic than anyth in g e l se," Now he was clad in a blue flannel a rmy shirt, blue trousmuttered the young officer. ers, down the outer sides of which ran the broad white "It'll be no picnic an hour or two more,' sir," returned stripe denoting the infantry officer. Mullins, with a shake of his head. From just below his knees l eggins of brown khaki ran Mullins was a veteran, who had served in many an In-to his shoes. dian campa i gn. When he had do!ie stretching, Dick buckled on his belt, "Mr. Danford!" called Captain Crane, as soon as he saw ifrom which hung his straight, narrow infantry sword at our hero putting down the last few mou thfuls. the left, while from the same belt, over his right hip, deHastily Dick got up, strode over to his superio r and p ended the holster that held his revolver. saluted On his head was an army sombrero, much the worse in "Mr. Danford, see to it that all the men of this company looks for having been used as a nightcap. have their rations cans washed at once. See to it that every On the ground were his haversack-a canvas pouch that man is ready to s li ng on his haversack, canteen and blanket contained food and other supplies-and a canteen holding roll at an instant's notice." water "Yes, sir," and Dick, saluting, strode away on the rounds His whole personal outfit showed more than traces of the of his men The army being short of o.fficers, there was no mud through which the regiment had marched the day first li eutenant for H Company, so all this work fell upon before over the mountains our hero. Hardl y had Dick look ed twice when the little tents were But, within ten minutes, he sat i sfied hims elf that every all down, as if by magic. thing under his charge was snug. A ll over the hill slope on which the regiment had en-He walked over to the edge of the company's gro und, camped for the night soldier s were now busy building little standing in the shade of a great mango tree beside his fires on which to cook their breakfasts. captain

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2 0 FRO:JI CADET TO CAPTAIN. "All Teady for tl'Ouble, Danford?" hailed a voice. j H Company was of!'! Dick was mar chi ng into his first Dick turned, recognizing Lieut enant Mason of G Corn-. battle--that battle, in preparat i on for which four long pany, of the same regiment. years had bee n put in at West Point! "All snug," nodded Die]\. He was neither s urly nor Crane was at th e head of th e company-our hero at the especially agreeable. He and Mason were officers in the rear, to keep sharp watch against stragg ling. sa me regiment now, and belonged to the same officers' mess. Boom That was th e fir s t, de e pc h ested note of a gun J t was necessary for the two young m e n fast e nemies over on El Pos o Hill, where the American artillery Wfl.S though they were, to keep up an appearance of courtesy posted-the first not e of one of the most savage battle s in "Going to be a beastly hot day," grunted Mas on, who history. had already saluted Captain Crane A Spanish c annon an s wered The artillery engagement "All Cuban days are hot at this time of the year," Di c k became general for a few minute s replied, briefly Yet over it aJl, and in b e tween, the r e came a n e w and Mason then turned to talk with Captain Crane: sha rper sound-the rapid firing of rifle volleys. "Be ca r eful how you handle that revolv er, l\fason," It was like the explosions of many pack s of :fire crackers s poke Crane, rather sharply. "I don t want any of m y going off at onc e m e n hit acc id enta ll y." "l'll be in all that soon!" thought Dick, with a little ''I am just seeing that it i s in apple-pie ord er to -clay," re -tl1l"ill. plied Mason, lowering the muzzle of the wea. pon. Dumping out the cartridges, he carefully examined the mechanism of the weapon, then put the cartridges back in the chambers. "It's a ll in shape to get Danford with to clay," the s neak confided to himself. Not once since leaving Wes t Point had Mason given up the p l an of shooting Dick from behind at the first oppor tunity i n b attle "Expec t t o use that thing much?" a s ke d Dick, care lessly. "If I get close enough to the enemy," r e turned Mas on, with a significance that was los t ononr hero. "Take my word for it, :Mason," grunted Captain Crane, "that you won t find mu c h use for that pistol. In action an officer has all he can c1o to keep his eyes on his men." "Ther e are three officers to our compa ny, sir," Mason smiled, dark ly. "That won't give you any opportunit y to shirk," r e torted t h e old captain. "Three officers have all they ought to do.just in managing a companv." "Isn't your pistol reo/1y, sir? a s ked Mas on, opening hi s eyes wider "Mine's back at the rear, somewh ere with m y b aggage, s miled Crane "I wish I hadn t thi s s word, eit h e r An officer, Mason, i s a sort of foreman, so busy with hi s men t.hat he hasn't any time for fig htin g on hi s o v n account." "li'a ll in call ed the adjutant, riding out into view from L ehincl the trees. He kep t rapid l y on his way down the line of the regi ment. Crane and Dick l eaped forward. The time hacl come. H Company must be in line within thirty seconds Like so many engines the soldier s had leaped in s ide of their equipment The company had formed. The fir s t sergeant read th e roll. Th e n the me' n waited, mos t of them dully. T11cn, from further along ca.me the mar c hing orders "Foms Tight!" rang Crane's voiee. "Right forward route s tep march!" A s yet no bullets of th e e n emy sou ght out the Thirtyfir s t. Now the rnaJ'chin g m e n came to a narrow trail, where they were forc e d to plod along in s ingle file. G Company was coming up close b e hind, with Captain Hill and Li eutenant Mas on at the l_ieacl. 0 Dick soon found himself trudg ing along over the trail with these two officers. Hill, a kindly, middle-a ge d man, explained to the two boyis h young officers hi s views of how the clay's fighting would b e done. It was inten se l y hot as the men plunged along, o.ften knee thick in rnucl, over that narrow trail, bordered, on either s ide, by the thic k jungle. Psss -seu A s ha rp, low, whi stling s ound pa sse d close over their head s "Our fir s t Spanish bull e t," s mil e d Captain Hill. Hardl y w e r e the word s out of hi s mouth whe n there came a c horu s of a dozen or more of the little steel-c oated "We're getti n g into the e nemy' s zone of fire now," sai d Hill coolly. "N car the enemy yet, sir?" asked Di ck "Not a s close as w e s h a ll b e iip Chug! Dick turned just in time to se e Hill 's first fall to th e trail, b lood s purtin g from hi s ri ght breast. "Two of yon m e n move the sergeant off the trail, or d e red Hill, quick l y "Brown, yo u stay with him. Filson, join aga.iii as qnickly a yon can." The thre e officers hast e n e d forward ag ain, for to stand there would bloc k the trail. "Is he badly hurt, do you think, sir?" Di c k asked. "Fatally, I'm afraid," sighed Hill "Poor Eber s-he's a bull y good fir s t sergeant!" The bul l ets 0f the enemy st ill came their way, :fitfully. Dick looked to see if any of his men were faltering. Not they! Mos t of th e m s oldi ers of lon g seTvice, they knew well that this was wha t they had come for Now a man close to the rear of Di ck's H Company sud denly stopped, spun around and dropped.

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. The two men behind him hurriedly dragged the poor fellow off the trail into the jungle. "Bad hit?" asked Dick, hurrying forward. "Dead, sir-shot through the forehead," replied a cor poral, as he turned and skipped back to his place in the line. Presently, as they marched, another man of H Company fell, drilled through the left thigh. Word came up the line of G Company that Hill had lost two more men. "It seems kind of tough to have men shot in this fashion, like rats in a tra.p," throbbed Dick. "There'll be lots of it before the day's over," Captain Hill responded, briefly. "Don't get nervous, lad." "Nervous, sir?" Dick Danford repeated. "Not mine, sir. I'm from West Point." Just then our hero caught a glimpse of Mason's face. Though that young officer kept steadily on, his face had turned a dull, lead color. "If he funks to-day, he'll be the only coward our class," Dick murmured to himself. Just ahead of them a staff officer sat on his horse, just off the trail at a point where thejungle was not thick. "Three hundred yards further on, captain," ordered the staff rider, "be prepared to deploy your men out to the right. You'll receive further orders there." "Deploy?" thrilled Danford, inwardly. "That's where we start our fight against the Spaniards, then!" There was a rapid quickening of the pace ahead. Dick, l eaving his brother officers and going forward, moved at a steady jog-trot. Just ahead they broke from cover. Here a sha llow, nar row, swift-flowing creek was in their path. A dense, hot pest of bullets swept this point. Three men of H Company dropped while in the water. Two horses and a mule lay where they had fallen in the water, their blood pouring out in the water and dyeing it a dull red. "Bloody Bend," this horrible, exposed place--the spot where many a good American was to go down this day. Dick as he plunged through this creek, knew what it meant to have bullets kiss his cheek. But he came out on the other s ide, unharmed, his men ahead now moving at a run. Soon they were through the trees. "Deploy swiftly to the right!" bellowed Crane's voice. "Mr. Danford, take the left flank!" They were out in the open now, and Dick haa his first glimpse of Kettle Hill in the near distance. In trenches up on top of that hill Spanish infantrymen were pouring out a m1,rderous rifle fire that swept the plain below. Across that plain the Thirty-first moved at rapid step. They were sufferi n g, for men were dropping h ere and there, yet not a shot was fired back at the unseen e nemy. "Fearfully hot work this, Danford!" called the voice of Mason. Dick turned for an instant. The men spread out in one long, thin line brought the left flank of H Company close to the right flank of G Company. Mason was at this end Three men on H's left dropping caused the line to waver for an instant. "Steady there, men!" Dick called, warni ngly. On up the hill the regiment moved at good pace, as other American regiments were doing on other pa rts of the field. It was the zone of death, but these Americans did not falter. "Halt Kneel! Fire "The line came to an instant stop, the barking of good American rifles crashing out on the air. Dick stood up behind his thin line of kneeling men. "Aim low!" he shouted. "Just graze the top of the hill!" "My chance!" shuddered Mason. He fell back several paces, his revolver drawn. He took careful aim. Crack Crack! Amid that fearful din of firing Mason sped two bullets at Lieutenant Dick Danford CHAPTER X. FACING THE SLEET OF DEATH! Dick Danford. did not totter or fall. In all that tempest of bullets he did not know that two American missiles had passed by close to his head. "Confound my aim!" gritted Mason. He raised his revolver again. A tug at his arm brought the weapon down. Mason turned, with a start He found himself star ing into the face of Private Mullins. Just now that face was the face of a, fiend. "Begging your pardon, sir!" bawled Mullins, hoarsely, over the "What do you mean, my man?" snarled Lieut enant Mason. "Begging your pardon, sir, your firing made me un easy." the deuce has my firing got to 'do with you?" "I'm only afraid, sir, that you'll hit my officer." "Your officer ? "Lieutenant Danford, sir-begging your pardon, the finest young officer in the army!" "Join your company, and mind your own business!" thundered Mason. "Begging your pardon, sir, as a striker, I'm privileged to be at the rear of the company line." out of my way, then, you meddler." "Begging your pardon, sir," persisted Mullins, "won't you be careful with that pistol?" "Hold your tongue, man!"

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I 22 FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. Private Mullins saluted, respectfully enough, though the look in his face made Mason feel colder thar1 ice. "Cease firing! .Rise! On the double-quick-forward!" On, with a cheer, swept the regiment. / Mason could not at.tempt to fire against orders, His face a deeper lead color than ever, he ran onward, his revolver ready in his right hand. They were facing a very sleet of death now, in the mur derous fire that swept dow,n the hill. Men were dropping all along the line. The regiment, short of officers as it was, lost three at the foot o.f Kettle Hill. But the two latest men from W e'st Point were still un injured. Mason was trembling; He felt sick at his strnrnach; his heart was pounding, tho-qgh weakly. In a word, he was beginning to be afraid. He turned to look over his shoulder, as if to see if way were clear to leave his company and bolt. As he turned, he felt even sicker, for there, just behind him, watching his every move, was Private Mullins, Nor was any thundercloud ever blaoker than the look on Mullins' face. "Confound that rascal! What does he mean to do?shoot me?" faltered Mason, inwardly. He was instantly so afraid of Mullins that he forgot to be afraid of the Spaniards up yonder on the hilltop. Again came the order fo kneel and fire. Dick stood up; Mason sa. nk to one knee; wishing with all his heart that the Spaniards would run. Then, urged by a feeling that he could not overcome, Mason turned enough to be able to glance backward. There lay Mullins, not more than fifty yards behind, his rifle trained in front o.f him; ready !or instant use, but not yet firing. "That scoundrel means tci 'get' me!" quivered the coward. He could have complained to Dick, and Mullins would have been ordered into the ranks. "But the scoundrel would tell Danford just why he hung behind me," realized the coward. "No; I'd better take no notice-but, curse it, I can't try a shot at Danford now. If I do I'll certainly go down myself! That rascally sold ier has the look of a :fiend on his face!" Once more the order came to rise. But the regiment did not get far. The Spaniards were firing as if they had gone suddenly insane with the lust of battle. Against that sleet of death the bravest soldiers in the world must move slowly, cautiously, if they were to have enough men to hold the hill after taking it. "Lie down! Fire only when ordered!" Along a stretch of several hundred yards lay the thin line of the Thirty-first. E.alisted men were ordered and forced to lie down or their greater safety, though even while prostrate on the ground many of them were reached by the missiles of the enemy. Dick was standing coolly now. Just behind the prostrate line of his men he Md found his nerve. It was the good old West Point brand! Nearly all the officers were standing behind their men, though a few, in spots more exposed to the enemy's fire, were kneeling. "I can't stand this-simply can't!" quivered Mason, his face again of a lead color. He threw himself on the ground, trying to screen him self behind the bulky body of a big sergeant wh<> lay just ahead. Captain Hill glarlced at his prostrate youngllst officer, then turned to First-lieutenant Potter. "I'm afraid, Potter! this company is one officer short!" "It looks that way," returned Potter, contemptuously. "But he may get his netve back soon." "Aim lower, my man," urged Dick, stepping up behind a soldier. "You are aiming so high that you must be shooting twenty feet a.hove the Spanish trench." He stood there, wat.ching the soldier mend in his aim. "Beg pardon, sir," grunted a sergeant, stepping up and touching him on the arm. "Well P" Dick demanded; turning, "Captain Crane-" Dick wheeled, like a fl.ash, Down the line he sa.w his commander lying oo the ground, two soldiers bending over him, "Shot?" quivered Dick, leaping forward. He was quickly at Crane's side. One bullet-hole through the right lung, another deep in his neck, Crane seemed done for. "Lael-you'll-have to--take' the company ." "Oh, I'm sorry, sir; to see you fixed like this!" "A soldier's-lot. Don't waste tim&-here. Get back to--the men, Danford." "All right; sir," Dick replied, rising, with mist in his "I'll do my best to handle the company as you would do it, sir. And I shall hope mighty soon to see you on the mend." Dick stepped swiftly; now, to the middle of H Company's line. He was its sole officer from now on. Turning slightly, he found Osborn, now ranking sergeant of the company1 at his side. "Keep your eye on me, sergeant." "Yes, sir." "If you see me drop, sergeant, don't waste any time with me. Take the company and get it forward." The sergeant saluted. "And now lie down, sergeant. Protect yourself all you can. There's no use in both being hit." "I-I'd rather stand, sir." "Lie down!" Sergeant Osborn threw himself flat. "Who commands this company?" ,A staff officer, his horse a splendid mark for the enemy, had reined up for an instant.

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. 23 "I do," Dick replied "\Yhen the order comes to go forward, lieutenant, we move at a charge There will be no more halting this side of tl1e enemy's works. Keep your men going, with fixed bayonets, and sweep them right into the enemy's trenches." The staff officer was off at a gallop. "Cease firing!" Dick orderetl, and his bug l er sounded the call. "Fix bayon ets he shouted The men near enough to hear understood what the order meant. A mighty cheer went up. All along down the line, now, men were clamping their bayonets to the muzzles of their pieces. "It'll be _mmder to charge," quivered Mason "Wonder who gave that insane order?" The l ooked for ortler came "Charge With a cheer, that was half Indian war whoop, the men of the Thirtyfirst rose and dashed forward. As they came on, running nearly erect, ancl not firing, the SpaniaTds had their best opportunity of the day They made the most of it! Never, for a second, did that mad Spanish rifle fire falter It was the sleet of death that swept down on the devoted American troops Man after man dropped in ever:v along the l ine. Over all the racket of firing the ear-splitting American yell sounded over miles of battle line, for now the charge was on in earnest, and was general. On up the hill Closer For the first time on this bloocly, infernal forenoon Dick Danford caught a glimpse of the active enemy. The Spaniards, in their uniforms of and white drilling, had risen in their trenches now, firing ceaselessly from rifles held at the hip. In the l ast stretch now! A moment of frenzied uncertainty-then the sol diers of Spain, afraid tO wait for the clash with cold American stee l broke and fled from their trenches A cheer, faint because it was panting, burst from the l ips of Uncle Sam's :fighters as they leaped into the trenches. These trenches were bloody enough, and littered Dead and wounded Spanish soldiers lay all about "Here! No bayorn)tting of the wounclccl !" rang Dick Danford's sharp, shocked voice as he struck up the gun of a man of H Company. The tempers of the soldiers were at boiling heat. Many of them wanted to despatch every living enemy in sight But that is not the way civilized waJfare is waged. The wounded must be treated humanely. "Halt! Kneel! Fire at will!" That orc1er; from Lieutenant Danford, bro ught another cheer from his men. The slope and plain beyond were crowded with fugitive Spaniards, rushing blindly toward Santiago. Now the rifles rang out from the newly captured trenches American bullets went speeding and zipping after t h e routed enemy. Spaniards fe ll by scores ere the fugitives reached p laces of safety. It was the chance of the American soldie r to "pay back" for the losses of that bloody forenoon Dick stood watching -not the fleeing enemy so much as the fire of his own men. "Don't get excited! '3on't waste ammun i tion he shouted, striding clown the company l ine "If you can't shoot low enough to hit, don't fire He called Osborn to him by a gesture. "Sergeant," he shouted, in his subordinate's ea r t h rough the din, "find out how the ammunition runs." Osborn saluted and was off, like a flash. "Hardly twenty rounds to a man, sir." Danford reached over, p.illin:; the bug l er close. "Sound 'c'"ase firing As the order pealed out the men obeyed, They had been grimly enjoying their first good chance of the day to avenge themselves upon the Spaniards. But there was serious need for the order, none the less. Should the Spania.rcls halt, face about and try to retake the hill from the Americans, scarcity of ammunition woul d leave the Americans in a bad way It is the duty of the company commander to see to it that his men clo not run too short of cartridges. And now the Spaniards had halted, behind a second l i n e of trenches, within easy rifle range. Adjutant Grissom rode down the line with orders from Colonel Moss. "Dtinford, don't taJrn the trouble to reply often to the tire. Don't use much ammunition unless you find t h e Spaniards trying to work back here The same orders went to the other company commanders But now Dick called his striker, Private Mullins, to him. "Mullins, go back and see how Captain Crane is. If he is conscious and can understand, tell him that we are now in the enemy's trench. If he demands to know how miln y men we lost in the charge, you can tell him that our loss was three killed and six mounded. Hurry, and then repor t back here, unless Captain Crane has other orders for you. Mullins stood still, hesitating. -"What on earth has got into you, man?" Danford de manded, impatiently "Why don't you start?" "Begging your panlon, sir --" "Speak quickly, or make tracks! You heard my order!: There was a worried look in Mullin's dark, scowling face. He opened his mouth as if to speak. Then, changing his mind quickly, the sol dier sa l uted, turned on his heel and ran away to find the captain "If that coward, Mason, .tried to play any tricks on my officer, though--" quivered Private Mullins, as he down the slope on his errand 'l'he deeper scowl that came into his dark face expressed the meaning of the watchfu l private

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24 FROM 1 CADET TO CAPTAIN. CHAPTER XI. THE DISGRACE TO THE FLAG. As he sat there on the back of the trench, his head and bust showing to the enemy's fire, Lieutenant Dick Danford did just what many another American s oldier and officer was doing at that same moment. He thought of his sweetheart I Over all the din, that was punctuated by the groans of the dying, Dick conjured up before him that sweet fac e of the girl h_e loved. "I s hall never under stand," he muttered, hearts ick, as ].\:ate's face rose before him. "She liked me well enough for a while. It wasn't until Mason and I had troubl e that I she began to turn on me. After that, she seemed to give all her thought t\ him. Heaven s I wonder if they'r e engaged?" The thou'ght caused him a shudder suc h as the most deadly work of the Spaniards this day had not been able to cause. "Well, what if they are?" he muttered, re s tlessly. Yet, in the next instant, he realized what the engage ment of Kate to Mason would mean. "She would marry him and come to live in this regi ment I" our hero groaned. "To see Kate every day, and know her to be the wife of Mason! I'd rather the Span iards get me to-day!" The thought gave him a new contempt for death. He rose, standing erect. Captain Crane's fieldglasse s, which the captain's striker had handed him, Dick raised to his eyes to scan the fiistant Spanish trench. The sun glinted on the front lenses. That flash of light made his position plain to several of the enemy's riflemen. A tempest of bullets swept about Dick. "Lie down!" he called, sharply, to a few of his men who rose to their knees to answer the fire that menaced their young commander. "It's the sun on the lenses that draws the fire to me," Dick smiled. "Shoot on, you little brown men! If you get me, you're welcomel There are shots that hurt worse than anythlng you've got in your guns I" "Captain Crane's dead, sir," reported a voice at his elbow. It was PrivateMullins, back from a hard run. "Dead! Poor old chap!" There was such a cloud of mist in Dick Danford's eyes that he could no longer see through the fieldglasses. He let them drop to his side. "Begging your pardon, sir," protested Mullins, "ain't you exposing yourself too much, sir?" "Do you think so, Mullins?" smiled Dick. "It don't seem needful, sir, to stand up when your men ain't firing," Private Mullins urged, respectfully. "Oh, well, then, I'll sit down again!" laughed Dick. Mullins stepped just back of ,the trench, out of harm's immediate path, and lay down to think. The adjutant had stopped again at Hill's G Company. "The colonel's compliments, captain," reported the ad jutant, "and, as you've three officers, he directs that you send Mr. Mason over to report to. Mr. Danfo'l'd as second in command of H Company." "I'm afraid Mason will be of little use to young Dan ford," muttered Hill to himself. But he walked over to Mason and gave the order. That young lieutenant had been lying flat on the ground, just behind the trench. "I'll go over just as soon as the fire slackens, sir," Mason r e plied. "What's that?" Hill demanded, sharply. "It's a very hot fire now,-sir." "You go at once, sir!" his sed Hill, sharply "Don't l e t the men ge t the notion that you're afraid." "I'm not afraid, sir!" "Yo'n're a clever actor, then I" ground out Captain Hill from between his teeth. Mason ro se, prepared to take a crouching run down the line. But old Hill was upon him, his s ing in his ear: Straight e n up, you cub! Hold yourself up straight, and walk s lowly down the line as if you hadn't a care in the world! Mason, what kind of an example do you think you are to the men ?" Mason shoo k inwardly, but he straightened up and walked slowly away, as ordered. "Confound this murderous business I" he groaned. "I never looked for this sort of thing when I went to West Point I I supposed it would be a quiet garrison life some where, with parades and dances I Whew! These fire eaters can have all they want of this I Me for a seat on. a shady porch with Ka.te to talk to I" Dick surveyed his unliked comrade with a good deal of bewilderment. "What's this? Masoo strolling down the line? Got over his blue funk, I hope. I couldn't believe that he'd have cold feet for very long." The two enemies and rivals looked curiously at each other as they met. "Do you bring orders?" Danford asked. "No ; I've come for them." "Eh?" "I'm ordered to report to you for duty with this com pany." "Oh!" .smiled Dick. "Well, duty is not very hard h e r e just now. There's nothing to do but to keep low and wait for the Spaniards to stop shooting We haven't ammuni tion enough to waste any. How do you feel, Ma son?" "Dog-tired," replied the coward, with a sigh He bad already seated himself at the back of tjie trench, in order to expose himself much less to the bullets that still zipped about. "Take a nap, then, if you can, Mason. Get back of the trench and lie down there near Mullins."

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FROM CADE'l' TO CAPTAIN. 1 5 "l\Iullins ?" rep e at e d Mas on, with a shudder. H e turne d in the dir e ction o f Dick' s nod, only to shiver a g ain a s he caught the black look of the striker lying on hi s hand y rifle. "I think I will try a nap if you don't mind, Danford, but I'll tak e it h e r e in the tren c h." Di c k nodd ed, t h e n r a ised hi s fieldglasse s again. Mas on, on the oth e r h a nd, found a s pace between two soldiers on whi c h he could stretch himself fiat. Here, behind the brea s twork of the trench, Mason quickly got ove r hi s f e aT, for the rea s on that, at la s t, he was wholly safe. No bull e t could r e ach him a s long as he kept his head b elow the brea s twork. Toward the middle of the afternoon, however, fire became fiendishly hot. It looked as if the little brown enemy were trying to make things particularly lively before attempting a charge. "Return the enemy s fire carefolly Check any sign of a dispos ition on the part of the enemy to advance!" That was the ord e r that tra v e ll e d down the line Dick Danford, s itting there in the s un, hour after hour, until he felt as if he had b een baked, rous .ed to action. "Load magazines!" he bellowed down the line. Then to his bugler: "When you see my right hand go up, sound the order to commence firing at will." "This confounded Danford s eems to have a charmed With that he walked down, behind the trench, until he life !" groan e d the cowa.rd, as he lay the re, watching oc-came to whe re Mason still lay. casional bullet s hit the dirt around our h ero. "If on e of "Better g e t up now, Mas on," he advised "We're going the s e little steel pes t s could get him or that fiend, Mul to r eturn the enemy' s fire I want you to watch our right lin s flank to see that the men do not fire too high or too Afraid, while Mullins looked on and watched, to make rapidly." any attempt to shoot his enemy in the back, Mason hit upon Whish A s heet of bullets swept over the trench-top anoth e r th.at was hardly less wicked. just a s Mason start e d to rise. Fumblmg m h1s haver s a ck, the coward drew forth a He sank back to safety his face lead-colored lt.Ild his photograph and h e ld it b e for e hi s fac e lips s haking From whe re he sat Dick's keen eyes caught a sight of Kate' s pictured fa ce "They mu s t be engage d then!" he quiv e red. But he turned hi s face away-towards the enemy. In an instant h e b e canrn th e ri gid, strict s oldier. His whole inte re s t in life-in all the world-centered on hand lin g hi s company in the best way. A pa c k-train of mule s came up, loaded down with more ammunition. Danford rose, walking ove r to hi s s ubordinate. "Mas on, I wis h y ou'd tak e two non-commissioned offi cers and see that the cartrid g e s a.re qui c kly di s tributed." "Can't a ser geant see to that?" demand e d Mason. Dick ga s p e d in hi s amazem e nt. Thi s kind of a query to come, und e r fire from a West Point man "Be goo d enou g h, Mr. Mason, 'to see that the ammunition is promptly and effectiv e ly di s tributed." Mason rose with a grow!. He crouch e d low a s h e w a lk e d directing the m e n under him in a f e veri s h way, a s if h e c '1ld not too soon bethrough with thi s ta s k whi c h expos ed him to the s tiff Spani s h fire that was passin g over th e tre n c h-top. A s soon a s the la s t box of cartridges had been passed out, Mason, without r e porting lay down again on hi s back in th e bottom of the trench. "I'm not going to s tand anything like that!" he faltered. "Get up, Mason!" urged the young company commander, in a low voice. "I tell you I won't "What' s that?" Di c k s tar e d with unb e li e ving e yes, at his rival "I won't do it!" Mason retort ed, s tubbornly. "Mason, a s y our s up e rior office r I order you to go over to th e right wing and watch the work of the men!" "I tell you I won't until this fire slackens." "Get up!" "I won't!" "You're not afraid of bullets, are y ou?" Dick demanded, aghast. He him s elf was s ittin g on th e back o f the tre nch his head and muc h of his body exposed to the sheets of bullets that w e r e flying about. Mason looked up at hi s e nemy, marvelling at the courage Danford displayed. "Ge t up!" "No, sir." The men neaJ'by were gazing curiously, if slyly, at their two young officers. They could not hea r what was being said, but they c ol!ld Di c k grunted, and turned away from l ooking at so noor guess. an officer and soldi e r. Down on hi s knee s in the trench went Dick. So th e time wore away. Soldi e rs, fagged out, wis hed that the night would come, whe n ther e mi ght b e a let-up in th e fighting-a chance to sleep a few hour s But th e Spaniards kept on firin g in s teady fashion as if they had a supply of cartridges that would never end. For the mos t art our m e n did n o t ans wer the fire, but r e mained doggedly quiet in their trenches. "Mason, for the love of heaven-for your pride in West Point-don' t show the white feather now!" "I ain t afraid." "The n take your post-do y our duty!" "Not und e r thi s fire. It would be suicid e "You coward! The words brok e from Danford' s lip s i n a su lde n of ang e r and s c o rn

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/ 2G FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. "I'll make you sorry for those words!" hissed Mason, hotly. "You can't. You're not a man-nothing but a cur-a whelp-a cowardly cur!',. Quivering with rage--far too angry to trust himself with more words, Dick rose and tramped back along the fire swcpt line. As he went he caught the amused, contemptuous gleam in Private Mullis' eyes. "Every man in the regiment will lmow that Mason is a cold-foot before night!" g'roaned Dick. "To think that such a thing should come out of brave old West Point! He must be the only one of his kind, though!" Down the American line a furious firing had started in reply to the Spanish assault Dick raised his hand for the bugler. With a lowvoiced "hurrah!" the men of H Company began to plUnp their magazines empty "This company has but one officer! I'll have to do c1uty for both raged humiliated Dick Danford "Keep your head lower, there, my man! And you-you're shoot ing at tl1e sky Aim low!" He saw a crouching soldier just before him fall back ward, drilled through the brain by a Spanish bullet. "Poor fellow!" muttered Dick. Then he bent ovfil' an other soldier. "Don't fire so fast, my man. Take some aim." As Dick straightened up, he felt two quick, sharp stings -one in the breast, below the shoulder, the other in his hip. But that was all he knew of it. He toppled over, unconscious but half sitting at the back of the trench. Swifter than thought, nlullins had started for him. He dragged his young officer gently back to a place of safety from the sleety fire A minute later Lieutenant Mason opened his eyes as he felt the grip of one of Mullins' hands on his shoulder The Irish soldier's eyes gleamed with unspeakable hate, though his voice choked as he announced: "You'll have to take the company, lieutenant, sir. Lieu tenant Danford has just been killed!" CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. Night had come down over the field before Santiago. The American forces still lay in the first line of trenches captured that clay. Men who thought they had taken Sai1 Juan Hill, knew now that it .was Kettle Hill But it mattered little. Nothing mattered much now. The army was clean fagged out. As many as could were resting flat on their backs. Here aml there parties of hospital corps men prowled for the wounded. Other parties of soldiers, provided with picks anJ shov"els, searched for the dead. "Here's another body-oh, it's an officer!" announced a corporal at the head of a burial party. Up out of the darkness rose Mullins. "You can't have him!" he cried, hoarsely. "He's my officer. He ain't dead yet!" "Dead as he ever will me," retorted the corporal, after looking closely a.t what was left of Dick. "'You can't have him, I tell you!" cried Mullins, fiercely, and swore "Oh, well, please yourself," growled the corporal. "There's enough dead men around here without friends Mullins sat patiently by the body of his young officer until a hospital party came within hail. "Here's an officer that needs your care!" called Mullins. Since dark had. fallen he had lifted and carried Danfor d a quarter of a mile back from the trench. "Are you a surgeon?" the Irish soldier demanded, eag er ly, as one man from the hospital party approached. "Yes. "Thank heaven l" quivered the Irishman "See what you can do for the poor officer, lad." "Nothing," replied the surgeon, after a good look. He's dead. Who is he?" "Lieutenant Danford, Thirtyfirst. But what's that yoi_1 say, doctor? Sure, I,ieutenant Da.nford's not dead, as any man can see.'' / "I say he is "And I say he's not!" retorted Mullins, fiercely "My man, you are forgetting yourseil !'J "Begging your pardon, docto-r, I'm beside myself, I guess," Mullins admitted, huskily. "But I've got to find a doctor who knows my young officer lad ajn't dead.'' "I'll send a burial party this wa,y," said the army surgeon, as he moved onward. "You will, will you?" glared Mullins after the doctor. ")Jot if Mullins' back holds out this night! Lieutenant Danford, I'll caTry you all the miles back to field hospital this night Private Mullins was a man who prided himself on being as good as his word Hence it was that, ten days later, Lieutenant Dick Dan ford awoke to some realization of things As he opened his eyes he found himself looking upward at the snowy white canvas of one of the hospital tents back at the town of Siboney. He did not wonder much at :first, but lay there, thinking only slowly and dully Y ct, by degrees, it all came back to him. "Guess I got my wish, and took the Spanis:i cure for life!" he reflected, restlessly trying ta turn. His movement, slight as it was, brought a uniformed nurse to bis side. The first thing Dick noted was the red cross on her left sleeve. "You're roused at last, Mr Danford?"

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FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. His glance travelled from the sleeve up to her face. "Kate?" he whispered, faintly. "I'm called simply nurse here," replied the young woman, as she placed a cool hand on his fevered brow. "Kate-how-did you-come-to be-here?" Dick asked faintly. "Why, I came here on the first ship alter the battle, with the first big lot of nurses," she replied, in a low, cheery voice. "You've been a hard patient :Mr. Danford. We thought, for days, you were headed for heaven.n "It's heaven here-now," Dick faltered. "T11e1'e You mustn't try to talk now," ordered Nurse Kate Tallant. "Yes, I must. I'll die if I don't," thrilled Danford, in his weak voice. "You must tell me a good many thingsKa.te "Well, then," she cried, holding a paper b efo re his eyes, "here's the first good news to taJk about. It's a telegram from the War Department. The Presi dent has signed your commission as captain!" Dick eyed her in wonder "What for,?" he gasped, faintly. "For distinguish eel bravery in the field." "But I didn't do anything-in particular,'1 protested the young captain "Don't contradict your superior officers!" warned Kate, with pretended severity. "Your colonel recommended you for promotion, and the brigade commander, who saw your conduct, backed the recommendation You don't think promotion is given for nothing do you?" "It doesn't count for much," sighed Dick, "unless the other good things go with it." "What good things?" "Kate, why-did you -turn the cold-shoulder on me--at the Point?" Kate's face clouded swiftly She colored deeply '"rell me the truth, Kate. Did-Mason-lie a bout me?" "Yes," the girl admitted, dropping her eyes and her breast heaving. "What-did he--say ?" "He told me," Kate replied, quivering].' ', "that you had been saying things about me that did not sound well about any girl. I believed him, for I had been taught to believe that a West Point cadet couldn't lie." "You-don't believe him, now-Kate?" "No; not since the day of the battle. He was sent in that evening under censure for cowardice in the face of the enemy Then I understood, for I knew that a coward oul d be a liar, too Oh, Dick-Mr. Danford-" "Kate," breathed Captain Dick Danford, s lowly, though his face flushed, "I don't know whether I'm to get up on my feet again, to make any use of that captain's com mission "Why, of course you are!" she cried, in her sweet, low voice. "If you weren't declared out of danger do you th i nk I'd t alk as much as this with you?" O f course, for mother's sake, I ought to hope to get up again and be on the active list "And don't you care for other reasons?" she asked, rather wistfully. "That depends." "Upon wha.t, Captain Danford?" "Well, upon whether life is really going to be worth the living." "Captain, didn't you go through West Point with the sole and absorbing ambition of becoming an officer in t he regular fil'my ?" "\Yhy, yes; of course n ",\.nd now you're a captain, when hardly three months ;nrny from the academy!" "But there are other things that one wants." "Such as what?" "Kate, ever since I've known you, I've wanted you !" "That's not much of an ambition," l a u ghed the gir l softly. "It's a great one with me. "Why, if I were a man, I wouldn't be silly enough to tie myself up to any girl for life," Kate declared, seriously. "Kate, you're not a man, and your notion of what you' d do, if "ere, ha s really nothing to do with the case "There is some of the authority of the officer getting into ) 'Our voice now, Captain Danford." "Do you like that tone?" "Yes," she answered, "for it's natural; and I l ike you to become your old self as quickly as possible "How much flo you like that old self of mine?" he asked, eagerly. "Well enough," she evaded. "Ka.te You haven't yet answered my mai n q u estion!" "Which one?" "About becoming Mrs. Danford "Grucious Who's going to be?" "Kate, don't torment me. It isn't fair Are you, or are yon not, going to be my wife when I'm' up on my f e et again?" "I don't know," she replied, softly "How shou l d I ]mow? You haYen't asked me yet to become JOU!' wife "I haven 't?" "Xot a word to that effect, captain!" "Kate, please bend down oYer me close. There, that's it, clear. :N"ow, then, Kate, I love you, and I can't do without you. The captain's commission will be very little good to me unless you are to share in my pride in it. Will you be my wife, dear, and share in the joy of the captaincy with 1.11e ?" Kate's gaze fell on her hands, which tremb l ed. H e r bosom throbbed; a tear showed in either eye. "Will you, Kate?" pleaded the lover. "Hospital nurse to headquarters tent!" rang the call down the long row of tents. "That's for me. It's my turn to answer!" Kate T a ll an t cried, as she rose, in haste. "But your answer can't wait, Kate," pleaded the wounded young officer. "Oh, yes, it will," the nurse rep l ied, as s h e patted hi s hand, then added :

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28 FROM CADET TO CAPTAIN. "Lie still and keep easy until I can get back, Dick, dear!" So things turned out so much all right that Captain Dick Danford, well and ready again for active service, became Kate Tallant's husband in the following October. November of that year found them on a United States transport, on their way to the Philippines. There Captai:p. Dick Danford, after a few weeks of com parative idleness, then found himself in the thick of ser vice against Aguinaldo's insurgent Filipinos. As long as the fighting lasted, Captain Dick seemed to be always in the brunt of it. But it was good, hard, splendid training for the making of a young soldier. Though still only a captain, Danford found himself becoming one of the best-known and most popular officers in the army. Readers of newspapers will remember having seen the name often in print in connection with brave or capable deeds. There's a little Dick, now, and another Kate. Fred Hope has become a captain, too, at last. But Danford still keeps ahead of his old roommate, and of most of his old classmates at West Point. Last fall, upon his return to the United States, Captain Danford was commissioned as a major. He will have a few years more to ,go, and then he will be a colonel. H a war should break out suddenly, as good an officer as Major Danford is almost certain speedily to become a general. Major Danford and Captain Hope met, the other night, at the Army and Navy Club in New York. "I've been getting rusty down on Governor's Island," grumbled Hope. "The worst of it all is that there doesn't seem to be a ch!).nce of anything doing in these days. All a soldier can do is to rust out." "Or else prepare himself for the next war," hinted Dick, slyly. ''What c}\ance does there seem to be of that?" asked Hope, dully. "What chance did there seem to be when we first entered West Point?" retorted Dick. "And, speaking of the dear old academy, I got a paper to-day that interests me." From one of his pockets Danford drew one of the long, official envelopes of the War Department. "What is it?" Hope, as our hero passed the en closure to him. "Read it," begged the major. "Great Scott! Ordered to West Point a:s senior instruc tor in infantry tactics! Whew!" "Kate is very happy over the chance to go back to the Point to live," Dick smiled, proudly. "I should think she would be!" ejaculated Captain Fred Hope. "Whew! I wish such luck would come to me!" "There's Captain Hope over there," they heard a waiter saying. Then a soldier in uniform, an orderly, came across the room, saluting both officers, then standing at attention. "Well, what is it, Keasb e y?" Hope inquired "Special orders for you, sir, came through from Wash ington to-night. The adjutant said I'd better bring this over to you, sir." Fred seized the envelope, drawing out the official paper inside. "Hm Ordered to West Point as assistant instructor in infantry tactics," read Hope, without the quiver of an eye lash. "Very good, Keasbey. Thank you. You may go." Saluting, the soldier turned and made his way out of the club. "What was that?" criea Dick, eagerly. "You to the military academy, too, Fred? And as niy a:ssistant? Oh, this will seem like old days!" "But we shan't share quarters there this time," sighed Fred. "Me for bachelor officer's quarters. That will be the lonely part of it." "Tell you what you must do, Fred." "What?" "Find a nice girl, like Kate. Persuade her that the army life is the only kind for a woman." it's easy enough to persuade some women to try the army life," Captain Hope admitted, "but there's one much greater trouble." "And what's that?" "Why, finding a girl just like Kate Danford." "Yes, that is hard,'' Major Danford admitted, a proud light shining in his eyes. "But do your best, anyway, Fred; get the bes t you can." "I'll think that over," nodded Fred, with a smile. THE END. It's a rattling good story of hustle and grit in a land of mystery, romance and ad\renture, that will be published next week. A story that simply can't help being just to your great liking is "THE GET-THERE BOYS; OR, MAKING 'rHINGS HUM IN HONDURAS," by Fred Warburton, which will be published complete in No. 4 of "The Wide Awake Weekly," out next week! Get it and see if you don't call it about the best story ever read SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. l you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.

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"THE STAGE. No. 41 . THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKE a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most ramous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF Nl\V YORK STUMP SPEAKER Contai!ling a varied of titump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amusement and amateur shows. No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOKl!J BOOK.;--Something n ew and very instructive. Every boy. should obtam this book, as it contains full instructions for orgamzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe. No. 65. JOKE!S-:-This is one of the most original J oke books ever puhhshed, and 1t 1s brimful of wit and humor. It contaiDs a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc. of Terrence l\Iuldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing complete instructions how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager Prompte r Property llfan. By a prominent Stage Manager'. No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the latest jokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned and ever popular Uerman comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome c o lored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. NC!. 16. H9W TO KEEP A WrnDO'iV GARDEN.-Containing full mstrnct1ons for constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. 'l'he most complete book of the kind ever published. No. 30. HOW 'l'O COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever publi s hed. It contains recipes for cooking meats fish, game, and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of r ecipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to make almost anything around the house. such as parlor ornaments brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.' ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.-A description of the wonderful uses of e lectricity and electro magnetism ; together with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries, etc. By George Trebe l, A. I\:[., 1\1. D. Containing over fifty il lustrations. No. G4. HOW TO MAKE ELEGTRICAI, l\IACIIIN"ES.-Con taining full Jirections for making electri cal machines, induction coils, dynamos. and many no\cl toys to be worked by electricity. By R A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated. :;--TQ. G7. HOW '1'0 DO ELE.CTRICAI, TRICKS.-Containing a lar:;o collection of instructive and highly amusing electrical tricks togetl.Jer with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HQW TO _BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing four teen 11lustrat1ons, g1vmg the different positions requisite to become a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems ftom an the popular authors of prose and poetry, arranged in the moat simple and manner possib l e. No. 49. HOW TO DEBATE.-Giving rules for cond ucting de bates, outlines for. qu_estions for discussion, and the b es sources for procurmg mfonnat1on on the questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLffi'l'.-The arts and wiles of flirtation art fully explamed by tlus little book. Besides the various methods of ba.r.dkerch1ef,. fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con a _full list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which t i 1 m_teresting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happy without one. 4. H _OW .'1'0 DANqE is the title of ll new and handsom e httie book Just 1Ssued by l! rank Tousey. It contains foll instruc tions in the art of dan<'ing, etiquette in the ball-room and 1tt parties how to drrss, and full directions for calling off in all popular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to Jove and ma!Tiage, giving serisihle advice, rules and etiquett; to be obsenetl, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. li. f!:OW '.rO DRI!JSS.-Containing full instruction in the art of dressmg and appearing well at home and abroad giving the selections of color s material. and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW 'l'O BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the an
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Fam. e and. Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A New One Issued Every Friday This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunitie s. Some of these storie s are founded on true incidents in the lives of our mo s t successful self-made men show how a boy of plu c k, perse ver a nce and brains c a n become famous and w ealthy. Every one of this series cont ins a good moral tone which make s "Fame and Fortune Weekly a magazine for the home, although each number is replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrati9ns are by expert artists, and every efl'.ort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. I A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The B oy Who Su c c e ed ed. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chi c ago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance; or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Stre et. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nervi est Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, '.l'he Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathe red His Nest 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good ; or, From C a ll Boy to Manage r. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them .(II. 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; or, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Gold e n Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Co cos IslaRd. 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of priee, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by !'BANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York .. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this offic e direct. Cut cut and ftll in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by return mail. POS'J'AGE STAMPS TAliEN 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY 1 FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York ......................... 190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which plea s e send me : .... copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos ................ ................................................ " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos .................................................... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos .................................................. " PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ............................................................ " SECRET SERVICE, Nos ................................................................ " FRANK MANLEY'S WEEKLY, Nos .................................................. " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ............................................... "THE YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKLY, Nos ............. : ................................ " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos ................................................... N a m e ........... ; ............ Street and No ............... Town ......... State ....... -.,

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