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N 26 COMPLETE IN THIS NUMBER. i Two military and naval cadet novelettes j by graduates of West Point and Annapolis. 5 CENTS THE SEVEN C ADETS SCRAMBLED UP THE ROCKS AT THEIR UTMOST SPEED, ("Mark M allory's M isfo rtune, b y Lie ut Garrison, U S. A Complete ln this number. )


COMPE TI TIVE DRILL FOR THE FLAG. Bv JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. D URING graduation week at the United St3tes N:wal Academy, the early part of June there are always a g reat many very pleasing socia l even t s and drills tha t h e lp to make up for the many tri als and h a rdshi ps of cadet life thr oughout the year. The most important of all the eve nts, next to the grad uation exercises themselv es, is the competitive drill for the ilag, and the cad ets l ook forward t o it with unu sua l pleasure and anxiety as to the re s ult. The day allotted to it is the one just preceding g r aduation day, and by tha t time all who expect to vis it Annapolis to attend the graduation exerc i ses are on hand and ready to applaud the efforts of th eir cadet friends. The entire morning i s devoted to the competition and the pr e par a tion for the same The compe titi on is to decide whi c h one of the four companies of the battalion i s t o carry the colors during the next academ i c year, and thi s i s a n honor which officers and privates alike most henl y cove t and do t heir best to win f'or weeks precedir.g the competition each captai n ha s been takin g advantage of every opportunity t o i mprove the condition and bearing of the cadets under his command, and the early morning of the day it self finds. the com panies b e ing mu s tered in th e armory and their fina l ins tru ctio ns. They a r e marched to some place of concealment in the grounds and told t u awai t the o rd ers of the judges. The band i s stationed a t a convenient place on the parade ground t o furni s h music for the marching, hosts of vis it ors and friend s are assemb l ed along th e side lin es, and a t l as t the competi tion begins. One by one th e companies are put thro ugh the r equis ite mover.i en ts, and when th e l as t one h as marched from tht; fie ld all awai t the decision of th e judges. M eantime th e four competi n g captains have met privately and h ave voted for some l ady, who, of course, has prov ed h erse lf to be a general favorite among the cadets, to present th e flag t o th e winning company. The decision i s arrived a t and amids t deafening app lause the announcement i s made and pa sse d a long from one to another. The battalion is marched in lin e to th e front of the judges' s t and, a hollow sq u are is formed with th e winning compa n y in front, and the flag is presented to the lucky capt ain by the l ady chosen for that pl easant but embarrassing duty. After three lu sty chee r s '3iven with a will by the cadets of the e ther three compani es the most import an t affair of the week becomes a thin g or the past.


ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKL Y PUBLICATI O N FOR OUR BOYS. Issued weekly. By subscription $2.;o per yea r Entered as SecondeC/ass :Jt'fatler at the New York Post Offiu STREET & SM17H, 218 William Strut, New York. Cop yrigh t ed 189;. Editor, -ARTHUR SEWALL. December 11, ;897. Vol. r. No 26. Price Five Cents. C ONTENTS O F THIS NUMBER: Mark Mallory's Misfortune (Comp l e t e s t ory), Lieut. Frede;1 c k Garrison, U S. A Clif Faraday's Combat (Complete s t ory), Ens i g n Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. Jim Crow; His Story (Illust r a ted Short Story) D.' H. Parry In Forbidden Nepaul (Serial), William Murray Graydo n A Young Breadwinner (Ser i a l ) Matthew White, Jr. Boys and Bumblebees (Poem) A. M. Marriott Torn Fenwick's Fortune (Seria l), Frank H Converse PAGB. 1:?02 1213 1223 1228 1236 1239 Editorial Chat and Correspondence Athletic Sports, Dep artmen t 1244 Department 1245 Items of Interest all the World Over Department 1246 Amateur Journalism Department 1 24 7 A NEW SERIAL. IN the next number of the Army and Navy will be published the opening chapters of a new serial by an author well-known to our readers. It will be entitled "The Cryptogram; a Story of North-West Canada." The writer is William Murray Graydon, whose charming stories, "A Legacy of Peril" and "In Forbidden Nepaul" has made him a prime favorite among our readers.


Mark Malloryt s Misfortune; OR, The Theft of the Counterfeiter's Gold. By Lie"U.t:. Fred.erio:h: u. s. A. CHAPTER I. THE DISCOVERY OF THE LOSS. "This is where you wake up and find yourself rich ; how do you like it?" The person who asked the question was yawning sleepily as he sat up from his bed, a pile of blankets on the floor of his tent. He was a handsome, athleticJooking lad, some eighteen years of age, and he was speaking to three others who were also jnst in the act of arising. They were in one of the tents of Camp McPherson, as the summer home of the West Point cadets was known that year. lt was about five o'clock one Sunday morning in August, and the booming echo of the reveille gun was still upon the air. Down by the color line a drum was still rattling, with a fife to keep it company. And throughout the camp cadets were springing up to dress, just as were the four we noticed. There is no tent room in West Point for the man who likes to lie in bed and doze for half an hour in the morning; cadets have five minutes to dress in, and they have to be out in the c0mpany street lined up for roll call at the end of that time. And there is no danger of their failing about it, either. They tell a good story 11p there about one fond mother who introduced her young hopeful, a soon-to be plebe, to the commandant of cadets, and hoped that they wouldn't have any trouble getting "Montmorency dear" up in the morning; they never could get him up at home. But to return to the four A Company plebes who were meanwhile flinging on their clothes and performing their hasty toilets. The la

ARMY AND NAVY 1203 There is strength and confidence however in union; and on the march down to breakfast some whispered inquiries proved that there were seven plebes in the class who had all had that same "dream" last night. They were the mem hers of the Seven Devils, West Point's first and only secret society, a ciesperate band of adventurous and defiant plebes who much preferred to haze than to be hazed. Mark Mallory was their leader and head devil, "Texas" their first lieutenant; and the whole seven of them were by this time the most hated plebes in the Aca demy. They did not mind that, however; they were having a pretty good time. Yester day they had spent their Saturday half holiday walking in the woods, when the adventures alluded to in the beginning of this story had occurred. They had dis covered a secret cave, once the home of a gang of counterfeiters, who had been caught therein by a trap door and suffo cated. Subsequent investigation that night had discovered a large chest of buried coin, five dollar gold pieces. They were genuine, too, so proven by the analysis of Parson Stanard, the chemist, geologi s t, and all-round encyclopaedaic genius of the seven. The plebes had come back to camp late l ast night, or rather early this same morning, scarcely able to realize what had happened. They were still striving to realize it all as they sat whispering to each other in Mess Hall. They were rich, all of them. How much they had none of them had any idea. The learned Parson had informed them-and he didn't have togoto a book to find it ont, either, that a pound of gold is worth two hundred and fift y dollars. Allowing two hundred pounds to that box, which was a modest g ue s s indeed, left some seven thousand d o llars to each of them, a truly enormons fortune for a boy, especially a West Point plebe who is supposed to have no use for inoney at all. Cadets do their purchasing on "check booi<," as it is called, and their bills are deducted from their s a l a ries. And though they do smuggle in some contraband bills occasionally they have no way of making use of large sums. That was the problem the Seven Devils were discussing through the meal and while they were busily sprucing up their tents for "Sunday morning inspection." Texas was for quitting "the durnation ole place" at a jump and making for the plains where a fellow could have a little fun when he wanted to. The fact th;:it he had signed an "engagement for .or any such trifle as that, made no differ ence to him, and in fact there is little doubt that he would have skipped that morning had it not been for one fact-he couldn't leave Mark. "Dogone his boots!" growled Texas, "ef he had any nerve he'd come along! But ef he won't, durnationf I s'pose I got to let that air money lie id e." After which disconsolate observation Texas fell to polishing the mirror that hung on his tent pole and said nothing more. "Think of Texas. running away!" laughed Mark. "Think of him not having Corporal Jasper to come in on Sunday mornings and lecture him for talking too much instead of sprucing up his tent as a cadet should. Think of him not having Captain Fischer to march him round to church after that and civilize him! Think of the yearlings having nobody to lick 'em any more! Think of Bull Harris, our beloved enemy, who hates us worse than I do warm cod liver oil, having nobody to fool him every once in a while and get him wild!" Mark observed by that time from the twitching is his excitable friend's fingers and the light that danced in his eye that his last hit had drawn blood. T ex as was cured in a moment of alI desire to leave West Point. For was not Bull Harris, ''that durnation ole coyote of a yearlin ', '' a low, cowardly rascal who had tried ever y contemptible trick upon Mark that his ingenuity could invent, and who hadn't had half his malignity and envy knocked out of him yet? And Texas go away? Not much! Parson Stanard, the grave and dignified Bostonian, was heard from next. The Parson knew of a most extraordinary col lection of fossil s from the sub-carb o nifer ous period. The Parson had been saving up for a year to buy those fossils, and now he meant do it. He s w o re it h'' Zeus, and by Apollo, and by f'<'IC h o n e


1204 ARMY AND NAYY o f the "Olympians" in turn. Also the Parson meant to do something ha11dsome by that wonderful Cyathophylloid coral found by him in a sandstone of Tertiary ong1n. The Pafson thought it would be a good idea to get up a little pamphlet on that m9st marvelous specimen, a pamph!et treating very learnedly upon the "distribution of the Cyathophylloid according to previous geological investigations and the probable revolutionary and monumental effects of the new modifications thereof." The Parson had an idea he'd have a high old time writing that treatise. Further discourse as to the probable uses of the tteasure was cut short by the entrance of the insp_ecting officer, who scattered slaughter and trembling from his eye. Methusalem Z. Chilvers, "the farmer," alias Sleepy, the fourth occupant of the tent, was responsible for dis order that week and the way he caught it was a caution. He was so disgusted that as usual he vowed he was going to take his money back to Kansas an

.ARMY A TD NA VY 1205 shore, a small black hole hidden by a growth of bushes. As they drew .near to it the plebes were startled to notice that the around at the foot of the rock was h marked and torn with footpnnts. The seven had not done that, they knew, for they had been of all things most careful to leave not the least trace that should lead any one to suspect the presence of their seC'ret cavern. And consequently when they saw the state of the ground there was but one thought, a horrible thought that flashed over every one of them. Somebody had been in their cave! And during the night! Almost as one man, the seven made a dash for the entrance, scrambling up the rocks. There was neYer a thought of danger in the mind of any one of them, never a thought that perhaps some accomplice of the dead counterfeiters had come to get the gold, might now be inside, armed against the intruders. They had time to think of but one thing. Somebody had seen them go in there last night, had seeu them find the treasure! And now-and now? Texas was the first of them to get to the entrance, for Mark was lame with an injured arm. He flung his body through the hole, half falling to the floor on the other side. The rest heard him stum bling about anci they halted, silent, every one of them, scarcely breathing for anx iety and suspense. They heard Texas strike a match. They heard him run across the floor--And a moment later came a cry that struck them almost dumb with horror. "Dogone it, the money's all gone!" CHAPTER II. THE DISCOVERY OF THE THIEF. The state of mind of the seven can not be described. A moment before they had been upon a pinnacle of success and happiness. And now it seemed that they had climbed but that their fall might be all the more unbearable. All their tions and plans, all the fun they meant to have-it was too terrible to be true! lt was half with a feeling of incredulity that one after another they climbed np to the opening and went in. Not one of them could quite bring himself to believe that the whole thing was not a horrible delu sion, a nightmare. But when they got in side they found that it was too true. There was the deep trench that Parson Stanard had

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