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N 22 : i SPECIAL FOOTBALL NUMBER I : : : i : i 5 CENTS Vol. 1. No. 22 NOVEMBER 13, 1897 Subscription Price. $2.50 per year:


SEAMANSHIP MODEL ROOM. UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY. By JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. One of the oldest and most interesting buildings on the ground is the Seamanship Hall, situated nearly opposite the superintendent's spacious quarters. It is but two s tories high but in every available corner there is some model or relic relating to seamans hip, both ancient and modern Not much attention is paid to this building and its con tent s during pleasant weather for then the cadets are kept busy with out-door drills ; but on rainy days or in mid-winter, one division of cadets at a time reports at this building for varied instruction in seamanship. The whole of the centre of the main floor is taken up by the mode\ of a full rigged ship. It is about fifty feet long and is fitted with standing and running rigging sails, anchors, e t c., comp lete in ever y way. This model was built at a great expense for exhibition at th e Centennial of 1876, and afterwards was present e d to the Naval Academy Along the sides of the flo or, al\ over the second floor and in every available corner along the stairways are to be found model s of anchors, masts and capstans; of sailing vessels such as were used many hundr ed years ago, with t ower ing masts and huge, unwieldy hulls ; of monitors, that set the world to wondering thirty-fiv e years ago by reason of the innovation of iron-cl ads; and of every conceivabl e thing in connection with seama nship. Commissioned officers are detailed as instructors at times when inst ruction is given in the model room ; and while the pleb es" are being shown how to hoi st, reef and furl sails, and are taught th e names of th e different parts of the ship and the rigging, upper classmen are assembled at other parts of the building where an officer d e liver s to them a lecture on the most improved ways of handling anchors, and of performing any of the many evolutions known, and of meeting emergencies of v a rious sorts aboard ship. At the time of the lecture he r equires the cade ts to manipulate the models and t o rig up any part of the s hip that might be needed for purpose of practical illustration. When th e cade t s go on the summer cruise they are requireJ to put into practical use the knowled ge they hav e gained during the winter in the model r oom. .


Mark Malloryt s Decision; OR, FACING A NEW DANGER By Lie"t1t. F'recter.icb::. u s A CHAPTER I. MARK MALLORY IN HOSPITAL. "General Miles here! Durnation, man, who told you so?" "I saw him myself. He just got off the train. And there's going to be a review of the corps and a whole lot of stuff. Don't you hear those guns? Th at 's the salute, b'gee !" The two speakers, cadets, both of them, at the West Point Academy, paused in their excited conversation to listen to the booming of the cannon to the west of the camp. And scarcely had the sound ceased before the roll of a drum was heard, coming from the guard tent at the head of the A Company street. ''That's the call to quarters, b'gee," continued the bearer of the news excitedly. "I bet we're going to see some fun, Texas.'' That "call to quarters" bro11ght cadets from every direction hurrying into camp to "sprnce np," and "fall in;" but the two, who were seated on a bench over by Trophy Point, did not even offer to move. For that call to quarters lad noth ing to do with them; that was for old cadets, the first classmen, and the yearlings. The two were "plebes," new cadet's of scarcely a month's age, 'beasts. '' When the battal ion turned out for review in honor of its distinguished guest 110bocly tbonght of pu.ttiug them on exhibition. It was no hardship for the two, for they fe:t lazy that hot July afternoon, and especially the taller one called Texas, because he came from that State. He was a slender chap, rather stoop-shouldered, and certainly quiet and peaceable-looking. No one would ever have guessed that this same Jeremiah Powers bad an ''arm'' that was the terror of \Vest Point and a pair of steel gray eyes that could flash fire and fury when they wanted to. His companion was smaller and live lier. Dewey was bis name, a handsome merry chap with a laugh that rnacle every one feel merry, and an amusing habit of pnnctnating bis remarks with "b'gee" ad lib. The two sat looking at the line forming over by camp, and also at a group of figures way clown at the other encl of the parade ground, a group of blue nniformed officers, with the west Point band at the head. It was evidently the superintendent and his staff and the distinguished visitor with his. "Looks as if there's goin' to be high jinks roun' hyar," observed Texas. "It's a durnation shame Mark Mallory aiu 't hyar to see it." Dewey assented to that emphatically, and Texas after a few moments of moody thoughtfulness, continued: "Dog gone them durnation ole cadets!" be growled. "It makes me want to git up and slash round some whenever I think of half o' tliat wboie battalion pitchin' in to punch a feller, because not one of 'em was man eno11gb to lick him in a square stand up fight. Tell you, it makes my b l ood boil! An' they broke bis shoulder, an' ent him to hospital, an' he too much of a man to tell on 'em at that! The durnation cowards!" "That's what I say, too, b'gee !" chimed in Dewey "Mark Mallory's the


ARMY AND NAVY 1011 spunkiest man that ever they laid eyes 011. '' <

1012 ARMY .A.NJ:> NA VY "That's so," said Texas. "I forgot. Well Bull-'twas jes' like him-was botherin' this girl down on the road to Highland Falls one

ARMY AND NA VY 1013 figure, striking and imposing. The cadets would have cheered him, too, if they conld have. During this interesting ceremony our two friends of the plebe class had gotten up and started on a run for the scene. They had been so much interested in their discnssion of "Meg" Adams and Bull Harri s that they had forgotten all about watching this. But by the time they got there the review was over, and the cadets llad scattered 011ce more. This time to prep3re for the exhibition drill of the afternoon. The two wandered about disconsolately after that, Texas growling at Dewey for having talked too much. An

1014 .AR.MY AND NA VY rounded figure, deep black hair and eyes, and a complexion that was warm and reel. There was a look of auxiety upon her face that the cadet did not fai l to notice. "Tell me,'' she cried; "Mr. Powers, how is he?'' "Why-why--" stammered Texas, adding, "Bless my SQtil !" after the fashion of his fat friend Indian, one of the seven. "He's all right. He'll be out this afternoon.'' "I thought he was nearly killed," said the girl. "I have been so worried." There was a brief silence after that, during which Texas shifted his feet in embarrassment. "Tell me," she exclaimed, "Do you do you think he would like to see me?'' "\Vhy, er. clurnation !" stammered Texas. "To be sure. Why wouldn't he?" The girl noticed his hesitating tone, and her dark eyes flashecl as she spoke aga111. '.'Answer me," she cried. "Is she there?" "If by 'she,' answered the other, "you mean Miss Fuller?" "Yes, yes, I mean her!" "Then she is," said Texas, defiantly. He said that with a dogged, none-of-your-business sort of an air, tho11gh rather sheepishly for all that. The girl stared at him for a moment, and then to Texas' indescribable consternation and bewilderment, she buried her head in her hands and burst in t o a passionate flood of tears. "My Lord!" gasped the astounded plebe Poor Texas wasn't used t o girls; the only things he knew of that cried were babies, and a baby he wo11ld haYe taken in his arms and rocked until it stopped. But he had an instinctive impression that that wouldn't do in this case. Beyond that he was at a loss. "Bless my soul, Miss Adams!" he cried (No exclamation to clo quite so well as Indian's in that case) "Please don't do that! Wl1at on earth's the matter?'' Texas had a vague idea that some one might come that way any moment; and he wonclerecl what the dickens that per-son would tl1111k to look at the m. Texas wished himself anywhere on earth but there just then. In response to his embarras s e d pl ead ing, the girl finally looked 11p fr o m h e r tears. And her eyes, red with w e e p in g gave her beautiful face a look of a 11guish that touched the Texan 's big h eart. "Lord bless me!" said he. '" ;\hss Adams, is there anything I can do?" She looked at him for a moment and then she answered "Yes," and turned slowly down the street. "Corne," she said. "l\Ir. Powers, l want to talk to you." Texas could not have disobeyed if he had wanted; the fact of the matter was that Tex<1s was to bewildered to have any wants. The true state of affairs had not dawned upon his unromantic mind. The two hurried down the road towarcl Highlaml Falls, the cadet following meekly. They came almost to "cadet limits,'' to an old lonely road that turned off to the right. Up that the girl turned and when she was well 011t of sight of the main road, turned and face

ARMY A;'\D NAVY 1015 The girl's last words were said in a tone of anguish and despair, and she buried her h ead in h e r hands once more. "It is all that other girl!" she contim1 ed after a moment's pause. "He thi11ks of no one but her! Oh, how I hate lier! He is with her all the time; h e asked her to j oin that so ciety--'' '' Huw-how on e arth did y o u know?'' gasped Texas. "Do you think I am blind?" cried the girl, fiercely. "Do you suppose l cannot see what Mark Mallory is doing. It is all t ha t Grace Fuller-all! And, oh, what shall I do?'' In a perfect c onvulsion of sobbing the girl flu11g herself down upo n the bank at th e s id e of tl1e road. And Texas stoocl and gazed at her in consternation and embarrassm en t, muttering "durnations" by the score, and vowing if the gods ever go t him out of that m os t incomprehensible fix, 11e'cl 11e\'er l ook at a girl again. A doz e n Comanches could n o t have insp i red Texas with half the awe that this o n e passionate and beautiful creature did. "Miss Adams," h e said, at la s t, "I I r ea ll y don't think Mark knows how you regard him. "I know it," subbed the girl; "He doesn't! Bnt l cannot tell.him!" A sudden ancl brilliant id ea flashed across Texas' mind. "I can!" h e exclaimed. "I can. Dnrnation, an' I will." The girl sprang t o h e r fe e t and stared at him. "No! no!" she cri ed, in horro r. "What would--'' But Texas had already turned and was striding off in excitement. "Dnrnation !" he mutte red. "That's jes' the thing! I ll t ell Mark fo' her, ef s h e kaint. An' anyhow I couldn't keep asecretfrom Mark. Dog go n e it, I'd have to ask !:is advice. This yere's a 'portant matter.'' Texas h eard Mary Adams crying out to him t o come back, imploring him to li s t e n t o her. But Texas, once well out of tha t embarrassing fix and beyond the spell of the beautiful g irl had no idea of returning to hi s uncomfortable position. And to his rough old heart there was no reasou on earth why h e should not tell Mark tha t l\1ary Aclams was wildly in love with him, had said so in fact. Who else ought to know it but Mark?' "An' durnation," muttered Texas, "ef she ain't got sense 'nough to tell him, I wil 1. So, deaf to the girl's entreaties, he l e ft her to bemoan her fate alone and set out in hot haste for camp. CHAPTER III. A PLOT TO BEAT "THE GENERAL." Now the adventures of were wild and exciting, to him, anyway. But up at camp in the meantime auotlier plebe was having adventures tlrnt fairly put Texas into the shade. The pl ebe was "Indian," ancl you may listen and judge for yumself of the adventures. "Indian," was l\faster Joseph Smitli of Indianapolis, whence came his nickname Indian's only r e s emblance to his r:.:ce was his redness; h e had a mos t un-Ind ian like pug nose and two very fat rosy cheeks, with dimples. This nnfortunate lad was the butt of all the yearlings' humor. Whenever there was a plot afoot to have fun e\'ery one thought of him. For Indian was a gull able, credulo11s youth, believing devoutly everything that devil or m a n might t el l him. He spent his life in moi:tal terror of death at the hands of the furi o u s cadets, and in waddling around on hi s fat little legs to obey their savage comma 11ds. Indian had been rather less credulous of late, but the yearlmgs were s till anxiously watching for another chance t o have some fun with him. The ch a nc e came that day. Nelson A. Miles is ::i hero of a hundred fights, and as Major-General he c ommands the Unite d States Army The more they considered the importance of that mighty visitor, the more the yearl ings b ega n to think of that plan. There were a dozen of them got together that morning and swore they'd fool Indian or 1die in the effort Indian of conrse had seen the review and had been mightily impressed in hi s innocent soul. From the distance he had admired the military figme and imposing f eatures of the great man. And then, filled with resolv es to fight loyally unde r him and perhaps some day to be like him,


1016 ARMY .AND NA VY he had turned away and strolled solemnly "Yes, it is. Ssh! You'll nearly drop I back to camp. know when I tell you. 'We're--" He entered nis tent, still in that seri-Indian's eyes were like walnuts, half ous, that really heroic mood. There was out of his head. no or.e in the tent, and so Indian had it "We're going," continued the year all alone for his meditatiom. philosophical. slowly, "We're going to beat the "Oh, what a fine thing it must be to general!" be a great hero like that," he mused. "Beat the general!" echoed the "To gaze upon the world from a large, other. "By George, I'll help! I'm glad ethe ral standpoint. (An ethereal stand_ of it. I--" point would have made unsteady stand-Indian heard no more. With the ing even for a hero; but Indian did not stealth and cunning of one of his redskin think of I can have no higher am-ancestors he had risen from the tent flo or, bition in life than to imitate that man. glancing about like a serpent rearing his As the poet has said: glittering head from the grass. He rose; 'Lives of great men all remind us, We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints--' "mess my sonl !" Indiau had stopped his meditations with startling suddenness; and this was the reason thereof. He had heard mysterious sounds in the Company B tent next door. It was a yearling tent. Two cadets had crept into it silently; and Indian heard one of them he crept to the tc:nt door; and a moment later he was striding down the street as fast as his little legs could carry him. So that was the plot! Those wicked and reckless cadets who had haz ed him so much were now going to beat the general! The general could, of course, mean only one general, the great g eneral. There was no general at West Point but Major-General Miles. Indian never once stopped until he was well out of the camp, out of the enemies' hands. A man with so mighty a secret as that could afford to take no risks; l:e mutter a subdued "Ssh!" Have you seen a pointer dog bis ears suddenly? That was lndian did. prick up must lurk in the shadows until he saw the way his chance to reveal the whole daring conspiracy. Visions rose up before his delighted mind, visions of himself a hero like Mark, congratulated by al;, even made a yearling as the cadets had hinted. "A plot?" said one of the yearlings. "A plot did you say? What is it? Tell me? I'll come in!" "Ssh!" said the other. eternal secrecy, swear it the saints?'' "Do you swear Indian c:ven imagined himself already as by the bones of hazing the rest of the plebes. These thoughts in his mind, he was suddenly startled by seeing two yearlings coming near. Were they after him? Indian trembled. Nearer and nearer. No, they had passed him. And then, once more, he heard the words: "I swear!" growled the other in a low, sepulchral voice. "Out with it!" "All the fellows know," continued the other. "They'll all help. But not the plebes! Do you hear? Not a word to the plebes! If any plehe should hear he'd surely tell on U51 and that woul

-ARMY AND NAVY 1017 do with the plot! Why not tell him? he had let those mean cadets haze him And so at him Indian made a dash. once more! And-and--" Mr. Fischer! Oh! Captain Fischer!" Poor Indian's eyes began to fill with The officer turned in surprise. Hailed tears. And he choked down a great big by a common plebe! sob. The old officer saw his look of "Mr. Fischer!" gasped Indian. "Bless misery. my soul! I hear they're going to beat the "Do they fool you uften that way, my general!" boy?" he asked, sympathetically. "Yes," said the other. "In half an "Ye-yes!" answered Indian, at the hour. But why--" verge of a weeping spell. "Ye-yes, Good Heavens, he knew it too! And th-they do. And I think it's real mean.'' like a flash, the frightened plebe wheeled "So do I," said the general, smiling. and dashed away. There was only one "I tell you how we'll fix it. Don't you resource left now. He would tell the let on they succeeded." general himself! "I can't help it," moaned Indian. Across the parade ground dashed In"They know! L-look !" dian, panting, gasping. Down by the With trembling finger he pointed across Headquarters Building, he saw a group the street to where in the shadow of the of horses standing. One charger he recogsally port of the Academy stood a group nized instantly. The general was insiae of hilar. ious yearlings, fully half the class, the building, and a m0111ent later a group wild with glee. The general shook his of officers appeared in the doorway. The bead as he looked, and poor Indian got handsome, commanding figure in front. out his handkerchief as a precaution. Indian's heart bounded for joy; and then "Too bad!" said the former. "Too suddenly the amazed General Miles was bad, I declare! We'll have to turn that greeted by a ga:::ping, excited cadet in joke on them some how or other. Let me plebe fatigue uniform. see. Let me see. How would you like it "General, oh, general! Eless my soul!" for we to help you get square, as you The officer stared at him. boys say?" "A plot!" panted Indian. "Oh, gen-Indian gazed up at the stalwart and eral, please don't go"-puff-"near the kindly form confidingly; he was all camp-bless my soul! A plot!" smiles in a moment. "A plot!" echoed the other. "A plot! "I '11 tell you," said the general at What do you mean?" last, "you and I'll take a walk. Aud "They're going to hurt you-bless my when they see you with me, they'll be sonl !" sorry they sent you. Come on." "Hurt me! Who?" He took the arm of the delighted In" The cadets, sir! Bless my soul, I-dian, who was scarcely able to realize the puff-heard them say, they were-puff-extent of his good fortne. oh !-going to b-b-beat the general." "You'll excuse me a short while, gen-There was a moment of silence, then a tlemen," said General Miles to his miliperfect roar of laughter came from the tary staff. "I'll return shortly. And staff officers. The general laughed too, now," to Indian, "where sha_ll we go? I for a moment, but when he saw the guess I'll let yon show me about camp." plebe's alarm and perplexity he stopped An

1018 ARMY AND NA VY he was a friend of Mark Mallory's, was it! General Miles had heard of Mark Mallory. He was the plebe who had saved the life of the general's friend, Judge Fuller's daughter. A beautiful girl that! And a splendid act! Indian had seen it, had he? Colonel Harvey had de scribed it to the general. The general would like to meet Mark Mallory. No, he was not joking; he really would. Mr. Mallory was in hospital, was he? Too bad! Had been too B. J., had he? The general liked B. J. plebes. He hoped Mark was not badly hurt. And--Then suddenly the conversation was interrupted by a cry of joy from In dian. "There's Mark now! He's out of hos pital ''That handsome lad down the street there?'' inquired the general, ''Let us go down by all means." A moment later, Mark, to his great amazement, was confronted by the curi ously contrasted pair. Indian was beaming like a sunflower. "Mr. Mallory," he said, with a fldurish, "allow me to pre;:;ent my friend, General Miles." Mark bowed, and the general took the ha:1d i1e held out. "Mr. Mal1ory," he said, "I am proud to meet you. I have heard of what you have done. The service needs such men as you.'' And the whole corps heard him say so, too. The general had been very careful to say those words in a loud and clear voice that made the camp ring. Then he and spoke to an orderly who passrng. "Tell my staff to ride up here for me," he said, and added, turning to the two radiant plebes: "Now, my young friends, I must ask you to excuse me. I am very pleased to have met yon both. Good morning, Mr. Simth, and Mr. Mallory." With which he turned and strode away up the street again, smiling at the recol lection of the incident. And Mark stood and stared at his grinning frien<'l Indian. "Well," said he, "yon blessed idiot, vou certainlv do beat the Dutch!" And then -he turned and went into the tent. CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH "BULL" FINDS AN ALLY. "For Heaven's sake man, you don't mean this for a fact, du you!" It was Mark Mallory who spo k e ; be sat alone in his tent with Texas l ate tha t evening, and.. Texas was t elling him the story of Meg Adams and what she had done during the "And did she tell you to tell me this?" Mark continued, in amazement. "No," said Texas; "dnrnation, she didn't want me to a bit. I couldn't make her out 'tall. Slie wanted you to know it, but she didn't want me to tell it." "I'm afraid," laughed the other, "that you haven't a very delicate sense of pro priety. I'm afraid you're no ladies' man, Texas.,, "That's all right," answered Texas. "I think I managed this yere affair right well. Now, what I want to know is, what you gain' to do 'bout it?" "That's just whtit I want to know," said his friend. "I'm as puzzled as you. Why, I hadn't the l east idea the poor girl felt that way about me.,, "Don't yon care for her?" "Why, of course, man. I like her well enough, from what I know of her But I don't want any of that sickly, sentimental love business in mine, and especially about a girl like her. I'm afraid of_ her, and I don't know what on earth to say to her. I wish to gracious, old man, you hadn't said a word to me about it." Texas gazed at Mark with a grieved c::xpression. That was a nice thing to say to a man who was just priding himself on having managed a delicate affair so nicelv. An<'l Texas rose to his feet. "Well," said he, "I'm sorry you don>t like it. Durnation, ef that's all I git, I'll keep out of it." With which he bounced out of the tent and strode away. Mark also left the tent for a walk a moment later, still thinking. The girl was sincere, that was certain, in her wild passion. And he knew it all, and so did she. The question was, what could Mark do without hurting her feel ings. She was wildly jealous of Grace. Now Mark had not the remotest idea of dropping Grace Fuller, his ''angel"; he dicl not like even to think of her in con nection with this girl.. He knew rn his


ARMY AND NA VY 1019 heart it would be best to let Mary Adams a lone fro111 this time on. But what would she think then? Mark was weighmg this question as he went. He was not noticing, meanwhile, where he was going. It was within half an hour or so of tattoo he knew, and a dark cloudy night. He had taken the path clown through "Flirtation Walk," l1eeding no one; he had strolled to the other end, and turned to retrace his steps when s"Jddenly he halted in surprise. A dark figure was hurrying past him, and as he gazed at it and recognized it, he exclaime

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