SPECIAL FOOTBALL NUMBER SAGER SEEGER CEHEE A40000 0000004004 TEXAS SEIZED MARK’S ONE WELL ARM AND SHOOK IT HEARTILY. (From ‘‘ Mark Mallory’s Decision,” by Lieutenant Frederick Garrison, U.S.A.) Complete in this Number. Vol. 1. No. 22 NOVEMBER 13, 1897 Subscription Price,j SEAMANSHIP MODEL ROOM. UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY. BY. JOSEP COBLENTZ GRO E, One of the oldest and most interesting buildings on the ground is the Seamanship Hali, situated nearly opposite the superintendent’s spacious quarters. It is but two stories high, but in every available corner there is some model or relic relating to seamanship, both ancient and modern. Not much attention is paid to this building and its contents 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 model of a full rigged ship. It is about fifty feet» long and is fitted with standing and running rigging, sails, anchors, etc., complete in every way. This model was built at a great expense for exhibition at the Centennial of 1876, and afterwards was presented to the Naval Academy. Along the sides of the floor, all over the second floor, and in every available corner along the stairways are to be found models of anchors, masts and capstans; of sailing vessels such as were used many hundred years ago, with towering masts and huge, unwieldy hulls; of monitors, that set the world to wondering thirty-five years ago by reason of the innovation of iron-clads; and of every conceivable thing in connection with seamanship. Commissioned officers are detailed as instructors at times when instruction is given in the model room; and while the “‘plebes” are being shown how to hoist, reef and furl sails, and are taught the names of the different parts of the ship and the rigging, upper classmen are assembled at other parts of the building where an officer delivers to them a lecture on the most improved ways of handling anchors, and of performing any of the many evolutions known, and f meeting emergencies of various sorts aboard ship. At the time of the lecture he requires the cadets to manipulate the models and to rig up any part of the ship that be needed for purpose of practical illustration. When the cadets go on the summer cruise they are required to practical use the knowledge they have gained during the winter in the model room. ~ ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. Issued weekly, By subscription, $2.50 per year. Entered as Second-Class Matter at the New York Post Office : STREET & SMITH, 238 Whilliam Street, New York. Copyrighted 1897. Editor, - - - ARTHUR SEWALL. November 13, 1897. Vonst Nese g Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: Mark Mallory’s Decision (Complete story), Lieut. Frederick Garrison, U. S. A. Cadets Ashore (Complete story), Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. Football (Illustrated) In Forbidden Nepaul (Serial), William Murray Graydon Tom Fenwick’s Fortune (Serial), Frank H. Converse A Young Breadwinner (Serial) Matthew White, je. Rules and Regulations of the United States Military Academy . (Part IV.) Rules and Regulations of the United States Naval Academy : redeart iV.) Editorial Chat, : : : : : ; : : ; : Department Items of Interest all the World Over : : ; ; Department 1054 - Correspondence Column, : ‘ : : ‘ oe : Department — 1055 Stamps Column, . : : : : oe ee z : : Department 1055 PRIZE CONTEST. - POCKET MONEY FOR CHRISTMAS. HE publishers of the ARMY anp Navy are desirous of obtaining the opinions of their readers on the military and naval cadet stories-now running, and for that purpose offer the following prizes for the best letters on the subject. TWENTY- FIVE DOLLARS divided into FIVE PRIZES of FIVE-DOLLARS EACH will be. given for the five most sensible opinions as to which is the best written, and most in- teresting story of the ten to be published in Nos. 19, 20, 21, 22 and 23 of the Army AND Navy. Letters should not exceed two hundred words in length. The-contest will close December 1st, 1897. Address all letters to ‘‘Criticism Contest,’? ARMY and Navy, Street & Smitu, 238 William Street, New York. Mark Mallory’ S Decision: : Bw Lieut. CHAPIER 1 MARK MALLORY IN HOSPITAL. “(General Miles here! Durnation, man, who told you so??? ‘“‘T 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? That’s the ea dice, b oece!”? The two speakers, cadets, 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 beatér of the news excited- ly. ‘‘I bet we’re going to see some fun, ees 5. That ‘call to quarters”’ brought Cadets from every direction hurrying into cagwip fo. epince up, and ‘tall in;’’ but the two, who were seated on a bench over by Trophy Point, did not even offer to [love. For that call to quarters bad noth- ing to do with them; #hat was for old eadets, the first classmen, and the year- nes, Fhe two: were “‘plebes,”’ new “Cadets ol sSearcely, a mionth’s age, oeasts..? _ When the battalion turned out for re- view in honor of its distinguished guest nobody thought of putting: them ou exhibition. It was no hardship for the two, for they felt lazy that hot July afternoon, and especially the taller one, called Texas, mbecause he came from that State. both of band at the head. -at that! He was: FACING A NEW DANGER. Rrederick Garrisom, Ue S- A. a slender chap, rather stoop-shouldered, and certainly quiet and peaceable-look- ing. No one would ever have guessed that this same Jeremiah Powers had an ‘‘arm’? that was the terror of West Pointand 4 pair of steel gray eyes that could flash fire and fury when they wanted to. — His companion was smaller and live- lier. Dewey was his name, a handsome merry chap with a laugh that made every one feel merry, and an amusing habit of punctuating his remarks with ‘*b’gee’’ ad lib, The two sat looking at the line ' form- ing over by camp, and also at a group of figures way down at the other end of = the parade ground, a group of blue-. uniformed officers, with the West Point It was evidently the superintendent and his staff and the distinguished visitor with hist : oy cooks ae if there’s goin’ to be hish jinks roun’ hyar,’’ observed Texas. “Tbs a durnation shame Mark Mallory ain’ hyar tosee it. Dewey assented to that emphatically, and ‘Texas after a few moments of moody thoughtfulness, continued: “Dog gone them durnation ole cadets!” he yrowled.~ ‘‘It makes me want to git up. and slash reund. some whenever | think of half o’ that whole battalion pitchin’ in to punch.a feller, because not one of ’em was man enough to lick him ina square stand up fight. ‘Tell vou, it makes my blood boil! An’ they broke his shoulder, an’ sent him to hospital, an’ he too much of a man to tell on ’em The durnation cowards!’ “A jat’s Jwiat it -sayy too, b’ oe chimed in Dewey. “Mark Mallory? . th spunkiest man that ever they laid eyes on. oats what he. is,’ growled Texas. “Jes? think o? whar we'd be ef twan’t for him. We’d be lettin’ them durnation cadets haze us, that’s what we would. Only long comes Mark Mallory, an’ he gits up this yere organization of ours, tiie Seven Devils, and ,gits the seven to promise to back him. _ dared haze us since.’ | Detcher life; b’ gee!) cried the other. **Every time they’ve tried to haze us, Mark Mallory’s fooled ’em. _inade monkeys of ‘made ’em so mad. fighter the yeariings could find an’ he licked him square, too. He’s busted up their durnation entertainments, an’ haz- fos an all.” . Pid bb cce,’) laughed Dewey, =) gee. ne even went to their hop!) — ‘‘Somethin’ no plebe ever dared to do before, ”” added the other. ‘‘But Mark did it an the danced, too, with all the prettiest girls thar. An’ one o’ the durnation ole managers ordered him out——’? ‘‘And, b’gee, Mark made him fight for it? ‘““That’s what he did. He sent hima challenge next day, an’ that too, though the whole dog gone fust class said they’d _ pay him back if he dared. An’ he made that feller cross the Hudson way off’n cadet ee one night an’ gave him a fair = fight an’ a- -wallopin’. An’ then the hull dog gone class had to go an’ lick him.-”’ : Texas’ statement of the case has to be duly modified. The whole first class had vowed that that fight should not come off, . and had followed Mark to stop it. Mark had outwitted them and ‘‘licked’’ his “man. (he class had found jhim‘in the woods just after that, and certain of them, the more cowardly ones, surely, had proceeded to ‘‘get square.’’? The rest had tried to stop them, but not until the gamey fighting plebe and his second had been badly used up. Texas had arrived just then with the rest of Mark’s friends, the Seven Devils. He had carried off Mark at the point of a revolver, and had run off with the cadet’s _ boat, besides, leaving them stranded in peril of their commissions, ~ thenr—-' blue,’* ’em, an’ that’s what’s And Mark Mallory, *the ARMY AND NAVY An’ they’ve never. He’s regular ° He licked the best Texas, and scared unhazable, the terror of the corps, was in 3 hospital as a result of it-all. . e ‘Never mind,’ said Dewey, propheti- i 2 cally. ‘‘Just wait till he’s well again, b’gee! And we'll stick by him mean-_ while.’ : “Will we?’ echoed Texas. ‘‘I contean { tell in a thousand years what that aire fel- ler’s done fo’ me. besides uss even that’ll stand by him, — £00.77 . ‘“Grace Fuller, you mean ?’’ ‘That's what ldo! Hver since Mark swam out and near killed himself savin’ her from drownin’ that girl’s been the best friend ever he had. You jes’ ought to go over fo Hospital an? Bee how she sends him flowers an’ fruit an’ ie They let her in to sit with him an’ talk . to him where they won’t let us “plebes : fear laa. 2 ‘‘B’gee, I don’t blame ’em!”’ ince Dewey. ‘‘They’re afraid of you over there, since they had to nurse you after you. rode out and ‘held up’ the artulery squadron” at drill... But 1 tel you, Mark’s in luck to have Grace spooney | over,him. She’s the most beautiful girl I evér saw, and she’s the belle of this place, 1 declare I can’ hardly believe it, that she’s igined with us plebes to fool the yearlings.”’ ‘“Ghe’s jes’ full o} fun,’ lane ‘but I reckon the great reason’s cause she’s so fond o’ Mark. I wish 1] had his luck. I jes’ stand off, ’n look at her and wonder s’posin’ twas me—dog gone it!’ ‘Texas saw an am tised smile begin to ~ flit about his companion’s merry face: he suspected he was about to “remind”? that cheerful recounter of a yarn}; so he stopped. os ‘Tell you what,’’ he continued after some more (nthe. ““T know nother girl that’s dead gone on Mark.?’ ““Byee!’? cried Dewey in surprise. “Who's that?” A Mes’ Adams.’ ‘Who : on earth is she ?”’ “T reckon she came in afore you met — us,’’ mused Texas. ‘Ves, ‘twas ‘fore you: _ joined the Seven Davile: Do you know: Bulk Harris 22? ae “be gee L laughed Dewey. “T licked | the cuss once. 2 An’ I know one other _ = 1012 oo Phat’s so; said Texas, ‘1 foroot, Well Bull—’twas jes’ like him—was _botherin’? this girl down on the road to - Highland Falls one day. He had hold of her. arin an’ she was fightin’ to git away er somethin’. Anyhow Mark “knocked hiut down, which was the beginnin’ of all this hazin’ business. Bull got all his. yearlin’ gane after Mark. After that Mark did her ’nother favor, got her brother: out of aterrible scrape. An’ I think she’s been mighty fond of him ever since, ? eB eee? langhed Dewey. ‘This is real romantic. What makes you think Oe ‘“Pve seen her hangin’ rotn’ the hospi- tal inquirin’ fo’ Mark. An’ I can tell by the way she looks at him. I don’t think she likes to see him so chuminy with Grace.”’ **That’s more romantic yet,’’ chuckled Dewey. ‘‘Why don’t Mark care for mere? : ‘You sec,’ said. Texas, “‘some ote eadets, one of ’eni a pretty decent feller, a trend 6’ Mark’s, told: him that she waren’t—she waren’t quite right. She’s somethin’ of a flirt, you know. I don’t like girls that kind much myself an’? 1’ durnation sure Mark don’t. He’s kep’ pretty shy -o’ her, an’ I kinder think she’s noticed it.”? ‘*Is she pretty ?’’ inquired the other. “She’s mos’ as pretty as Grace ,” re- eponde Texas. = “(An that’s ‘savin’ “4 deal. She’s what you call a brunette— black hair an’ eyes. There’s some girls a feller feels are all right; he feels he’s a better feller when he’s with them. Grace Fuller’s one of ’em.. Slie’s jes’ the angel -we-call her. Then there’ssome that ain’t, an’ this girl’s one of them.”’ ‘“Ouite a character analysis,’’ laughed the other. ‘“‘But I guess, b’gee, you're tight, all the same. And speaking of uupleasant characters, there’s that Bull Harris. We haven’t heard from him for a long time.’? --+1 veckon,” said Vexas, “‘Btill’s been ‘wantin’ to see what the first class ’d do to Mark since he’d failed to haze him.« J reckon the durty ole rascal’s right well satished now.’ ‘“VYou don’t love him much, a observed . the other. ARMY AND NAVY ‘Why snould 1? Ain’t he tried every — mean kid trick he could think of on Mark an?’ me too, dog gone his boots? He's all right to bully girls but when he tried Mark now, durnation he found he’d hit a snag. He’s been doin’ nothin’ ever since but tryin’ to get us intoserapes. An’ I was thinkin’ to day, ’taint nolucky sign he’s quiet. I jes’ reckon he’s plottin’ some new durnation trick,”? “]> wish. he’d come 6n with if, | laughed Dewey. ‘‘Life is getting really monotonous the last two days since Mark’s been in hospital. We've been having so many lively and interesting brushes with the cadets, b’gee, that I can’t get along without some excitement at least every day.”’ = : ‘‘T reckon it’]] come soon enough,’’ ob- — served “Texas. An tiev cay when Sous speak of angels they flap their wings, I wonder how ’bout devils. There’s ole’ Bull Harris now, the third feller from the right in the front fank of AY “And he’ s going out to salute the gen- etal,’? observed Dewey. ‘‘I wish we had another blood hound now so’s we could put it on his trail the way we did once. B’geéc, but-he was mad!” As the two had been talking the bat- talion had formed on the company ground; roll call had passed quickly and the cadet adjutant had turned the parade over to the charge of the tactical officer Lieutenant Allen. The latter’s sharp commands had rung out a moment later, aud the firmly stepping lines had swung round and were now well on their-way down the parade ground, at the other end of which stood the famous general and his staff. It was an inspiring moment. ‘The air seeined fairly to shake with the gay mu- sic of the band. The cadets uniforms and _ equipments were glittering in the sun- light, their banners waving on the breeze. They wheeled like so many splendid pieces of mechanism andina — few inoments nore were. standing at pre- sent arms in one lone line that cig the width of the field, The officers brought their von up to the salute and the spectators cheered, as a handsome figure rode out from the group — of officers and cantered down the jinue. It was General Miles himself, a fineimilitary — would mately aiter that, _ Dewey for having talked too much. then sudceniy the former stopped short figure, striking and imposing. The cadets have “cheered lviin, too, 47 they could have. During this interesting ceremony our two friends of the plebe class had gotten up aud started on a run for the scene. They had been so much interested in their discussion of ‘‘Meg’’ Adams and Bull Harris that they had forgotten all about watching this. But by the time they got there the review was over, and the cadets had scattered once more. This time to prepare for the exhibition drill of the af- ternoon. about disconso- growling at Ana two wandered «lexas The and stared at his friend. =t know what 1m going to do,’? he declared. BX iat 2)? “Pim a-9o0in to. see Mark,’’ od: thought they wouldn’t let you in,”’ laughed Dewey. “Din a- goin’ all the same,’’ vowed the other. “Durnation, ef they won’t let ine V]l make ’em, Jes’ you watch me!’’ And with that the impulsive Texan faced about and set out for the hospital in a hurry. COAPTIER I. TEXAS HAS. AN INTERVIEW ‘Texas’ promised ‘‘fun’’ in the effort to _see Mark did not, as it proved, material- ize; because, whereas Texas had expect- ed to be refused admittance and to raise a rumpus about it, he was allowed to enter and was escorted to:-Mark’s room with all politeness. P Daragion| thouoht = Texas, iL reckon he must be gittin’ better.’ This-eventually proved to be the case; and Texas shrewdly guessed the reason for it as he approached the room and heard the sound of voices through the open door. ‘With her to talk to) he muttered, “Durnation, anybody could get well.” Grace Fuller was sitting by the win- _ dow, dressed in white, an angel of loveli- ness, as she appeared to Powers. reading aloud to Mark, but she stopped suddenly as Texas burst into the room. And atmoment later the new comer had She was ARMY AND NAVY c i 10138 seized his chum by his one well arm and was shaking it uproariously. ‘*Dog gone it, ole man!’ he cried. J kain’t tell you how glad I am to see you. Durnation!”’ Take it easy,’ said Mark, siniling. **T’ve got better news still. They found that my shoulder was only dislocated ; and IJ’ll be out to-day.”’ Texas uttered a whoop that brought the attendants in on a run. He subsided after a threat of expulsion and sat down by the bedside and stared at Mark. It was still the same old Mark, handsome and sturdy, but just a little pale. ‘‘Durnation man!’ growled ‘Texas, ‘‘you’ve got no idee how lonely things are *thout you. There’s nobody to lick the cadets, or anything.”’ “What?s all the fuss I hear?” nad Mark. Texas explained to him what was ee pening; and went into ecstaces when he was told that Mark would be out to. see that afternoon’s drill. With just the same startling impulsiveness as that which had led him to pay lis brief visit, Texas sprang up again and made for the door. “Durnation!? he cried. “tim a-goiw out to tell the fellers ’bout this. Whoop! See you later, Marx. JI reckon you’re-in pretty good company.”’ Mark ‘‘reckoned’’ so too, and said so, as he Jaughed over his friend’s hhot-headed manner, Texas in the meantime was bounding down the hall and out of the door of the building; he meant to turn up towards camp -on ai\tun, and tie tad even started up the street. But soinething hap- pened just then that made him change his mind in a hurry. In the first piace he heard some one call. his name: “Mr, Powers. Oh, Mr. Powers!?’ It was in a sweet girlish voice, and — ‘*Mr. Powers’’ faced about with alacrity, to find himself, to. his infinite surprise, face to face with Mary Adairs, the girl he had not long ago been discussing. ‘‘Durnation!’’ thought he, ‘ earth ’s up?’’ His surprise was the greater because oS he did not know the girl; She was — indeed a beautiful girl, with a ful S ‘what on he had never ~ been introduced to.her, and he wondered — how she even knew Kis name. \ ‘1014 _ the girl, ‘cried (No exclamation “Please don’t do that! rounded figure, deep black hair and eyes, and a complexion. that was warm and red. There was a look of anxiety. upon her face that the cadet did not fail to notice. nat elle, how is he?’ ose cried Mi Rowers, “Why—why—-—’’ stammered ‘Texas, adding, --‘ Bless my soul!’ alter the fashion of his fat friend Indian, one of the seven. 'fe’s all right. He'll be out this alternoon, ”’ ‘*T thought he was nearly killed,’ said ‘*] have been so worried.” ‘There was a brief silence after that, during which eee “Tell me,’’ she exclaimed, suddenly. ‘Do you—do you think he would like to see me??? ‘Why, er—durnation!’’ stammered texas. “To be sure. Why wouldua't here The girl noticed his hesitating tone, -and her dark eyes flashed as she spoke again. . Anewer ae,” she ered. 1s. site Peetce. . : “Ii by ‘she,.’> answered the other, ‘‘you mean Miss Fuller ?’? © Ves, yes, 1 mean her !2” ‘“Then she is,’’ said Texas, defiantly. He said that with a dogged, none-of- your-business sort of an air, though rather sheepishly for all that. The girl stared at him for a moment, and then to Texas’ indescribable consternation and bewilder- ment, she buried her head in her hands and burst into a passionate flood of tears. ‘My Lord!’ gasped the astounded picbe. -Poor-Texas wasn’t used to girls; the only things “he knew of that cried were babies, and a baby he would have 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 ata loss. “tBless mzy soul, Miss Adams!’’ he seeined to do quite.so well as Indian’s in that case) What on earth’s the matter??? Texas had a vague idea that some one might come that way any moment; and ARMY AND NAVY Texas shitted iis feet in. “me so that “him. he ‘wondered what the dickens that. per- son would think to leok at them. wished himself anywhere on earth but there just then. In response to his embarrassed plead-_ ing, the girl finally looked up from her tears. And her eyes, red with a gave her beautiful face a look of anguish that touched the Texan’s big oe “‘Lord bless me?’ said: he: 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. “fCome,’? she said. want to talk to you.’ Texas could not» have disobeyed if he had wanted; the fact of the matter was that Texas was to bewildered to have any wants. dawned upon his unromantic mind. The two hurried down the road toward Hichland Falls; the = cadet followang meekly. They came almost to ‘‘cadet limits,’’ to an old lonely road that turned off to the riont. Up that the oir] taried and when she was well out of sight of the main road, turned and faced her conl- panion. ‘*Now,’’ she said, Oh, why: is it you do not see?’’ The look upon her face made Texas “Mr. Powers, 4 fear she was going to burst into tears again, and he shifted about uncomfort- ably. And just then came the crash. ‘Vell me, “Myr. . Powers, 7 demanded the. girl, with a suddenness that almost took the other’s breath away, ‘‘Tell me, Mr. Powers, do you think he loves me?”’ ‘Texas started; he stared at the girVs anxious face; a sudden light breaking in upon him. And the girl gazed into his deep gray eyes and saw-—-she knew not what. ‘ ‘*Why—why——’’ stammered Texas. “li have leved -him,”) -cred Mar Adams, pouring out her feelings, in 4a passionate flood of words.~ ‘‘Loved him aS a man was never have followed him about, I have watched him al] day! Ever since he befriended night when he saved my I have thought of no ene but He is so splendid and brave and handsome! He—never even looks at mel) brother, Texas — tt ioc | The true state of affairs had not. “1. will: tell. vou, loved before! — |. iy ARMY AND NAVY we ‘The girl’s last words were said in a tone of anguish and despair, and she buried her head in her hands once more. eit is-all that other-girl!’ she con- tinued, after a moiuent’s pause... “‘He thinks ef no one but her! Oh, how I diate her! He is with her all the time; ~ he asked her to join that society ——”’ *‘How—how on earth did you know?” - gasped ‘Texas. = Do you think 1am blind?” cried the . gitl, fiercely. “Do you suppose I cannot see what Mark Mallory is doing. It is all that Grace Fuller—all! And, oh, what shall I aor? In a perfect convulsion of sobbing the girl flung herself down upon the bank at the side of the road. And ‘Texas stood "aud fazed at her in consternation and _ embarrassment, muttering ‘‘durnations”’ ' by the score, and vowing if the gods ever got him out of that most incomprehen- * sible fix, he’d never look at a girl again. -A dozen Comanches could not have in-. spired Texas with half the awe that this one passionate and beautiful creature did. _, ***Miss Adams,’? he said, at last, “‘I— I really don’t think Mark knows how you regard him.’ =) Enow it, subbed the -girl; doesn’ t! But 1 Caunot tell hym!)? |. A sudden and brilliant idea flashed across ‘lexas’ mind. — <4 can!” he extlainied. ation, an’ i will.” The girl Sprang to her feet and stared - at him. *“No! no?” she cried, in horror. would——”?’ But Texas had already turned and was striding off in excitement. : “Dureation!? he muttered: “‘That’s eyes the thing! ill tell Mark fo’ her, ef - she kaint, An’ anvhow, I couldn’ t keep asecretfrom Mark. Dog gonesit, I'd have to ask kis advice. ‘This yere’s a ’portant matter” “Texas heard Mary Adams crying out to him to come back, imploring him to listen to her. But Texas, once well out of that embarrassing fix and beyond the spell of the beautiful girl had no idea of returning to -his uncomfortable position. _And to his rough old heart there was no reason on earth why he should not tell He Dur- oo can. “What fights, ‘innocent soul. x admired the military figure and imposing | Mark that Mary Adams -was wildly in 1015 love with him, had said so in fact. else ought to know it but Mark ? ‘*An’ durnation,’’ muttered Texas, ‘ef she a got sense ’nough to tell him, te will.’ So, deaf to the girl’s entreaties, he leit 22 her to bemoan her fate alone and set ett in hot haste for camp. a i CHAPTER III. A PLOT TO BEAT ‘THE GENERAL. Now the adventures of Texas were wild and exciting, to him, anyway. But up at camp in the meantime another plebe was having adventures that fairly put ‘Texas into the shade. The plebe was ‘‘Indian,’’ and you may listen and judge for yourself of the adventures. ‘“Indian,’? was Master Joseph Smith of Indianapolis, whence came his nickname. Indian’s eaiy resemblance to his race was. his redness; he hada most un-Indian like pug nose and two very fat rosy cheeks, with dimples. This unfortunate lad was the butt of all the yearlings’ humor. Whenever there was a plot afoot to have fun every one — thought of him. For Indian was a gull- able, credulous youth, believing devoutly everything that devil or man might him. He spent. his life in mortal terro of death at the hands of the ue cadets, and in waddling around on his fat little legs to obey their savage commands. Indian had been rather less credulous of late, but the yearlings were still anxiously watching for another chance to have some fun with him. ‘The chance came that day. Nelson A. Miles is a hero of a hundred and as Major-General he com- mands the United States Army. more they considered the importance of that mighty visitor, the more the yearl- ings began to think of that plan. There were a dozen of them got together that morning and swore they’d fool Indian or ~~ die in the effort. Indian of course had seen the review and had been mightily impressed in lis - From the distance he had features of the great man. And then, filled with resolves to fight loyally under him and perhaps some day to be like him, _ Who © Pie. ne 1016 : he had turned away and strolled solemnly back to camp. He entered nis tent, still in that seri- ‘ous, that really heroic mood. ‘There was no one in the tent, and so Indian had it all alone for his meditations philosophical. ‘Oh, what a fine thing it must be to bea great hero dike that,” he inused, “To gaze upon the world from a large, -etheral standpoint. (An ethereal stand- point would have made unsteady stand- ing even fora hero; but Indian did not think of that). I can have no higher am- bition in life than to imitate that man. _ As the poet has said: ‘Lives of great men all remind us, We can imake our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints——’ ‘*Bless my soul!?? Indiaii had stopped his wen with startling suddenness; and this was the reason thereof. He had heard mysterious sounds in the Company B tent next door. It was a yeatling tent. ‘I'wo cadets had crept into it silently; and Indian heard one of them mutter a subdued ‘‘Ssh!”’ Have you seen a pointer dog prick up his ears suddenly? That was the way Indian did. ““A plot?’ said one of the yearlings, “A plot did you say? Whatisit? ‘Tell me? Fil come in|?’ *'Ssh !’? said the other. ‘‘Do you swear eternal secrecy, swear it by the bones of the saints??? “‘T swear!’ growled the other in a low, sepulchral voice. ‘‘Out with it!” ‘All the fellows know,’’ continued the Othe, They'll all help: But not the plebes! Do you hear? Nota word to the plebes! If any plebe should hear he’d surely tell on us, and that would ruin us. He might do it, you know, for he’d get no end of reward. ‘They might even pro- mote him, make him a yearling.’ _ Indian’s little fat heart was bounding with delight. A plct! And he knew it! Ye gods! Bless iny soul! He crept close to the wall of his tent, straining eves and ears to listen, not to lose the faintest sound of this most important news. . Vt mist be something ga fe a the other. ARMY AND NAVY © know when I tell you. — Surely, Ssh! You’ll nearly drop I We’re—— Indian’s eyes were lke walnuts, half Outef his head: 2. = “We're going,’’ continued the year- ling. slowly, ‘‘We’re going to beat the eves, if 15. general!”? — ‘‘Beat the general!’? ‘echoed the other. “By George, I'll help! 1’m glad- of it. J——” : Indian heard no more. With the stealth and cunning of one of his redskin -aucestors he had risen from the tent floor, glancing about like a serpent rearing his glitteriny head from the grass. He rose; he crept to the tent 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! and reckless cadets who had hazed him so much were now going to beat the. general! The general could, of course, mean only one general, the great general. ‘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; ke must lurk in the shadows until he saw = 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. Indian even imagined himself already as 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? In- dian trembled. Nearer and nearer. No, they had passed him. And then, once more, he heard the words: ‘Yes, yes! We're going to beat the general !”? ‘‘What! Heavens, supe some one should find it out.”’ That settled it. Indian sprang up bold- -]ly and strode away, determination in his very waddle. He knew! And he would tell At that moment Indian saw Cadet Fischer, a first classman, captain of Company A, crossing the parade ground. thought Indian, so high and re-— sponsible an officer as ae had nothing to : Those wicked 2 oe is ae with the plot! And so at him Indian made a dash. _nized instantly. Why not tell him? ‘“Mr. Fischer! Oh! Captain Fischer!’ The officer turned in surprise. Hailed _ _ by a common plebe! “Mr. Fischer!’’ gasped Indian. ‘Bless _my soul! J hear they’re going to beat the general !”? — Yes,’ said the other. *‘In-half an hour. But why——”’ Good Heavens, he knew it too! like a flash, the frightened plebe wheeled and dashed away. . There was only one resource left now. He wotld tell the general himself! - Across the parade ground dashed In- dian, panting, gasping. Down by the Headquarters Building, he saw a group of horses standing. One charger he recog- The general was inside the building, and a moment later a group cf officers appeared in the doorway. The handsome, commanding figure in front. Indian’s heart bounded for joy; and then suddenly the amazed General Miles was greeted by a gasping, excited cadet in plebe fatigue uniform. ‘‘General, oh, general! Bless my soul !’’ The officer stared at him. =A plot!’ panted Indian. ‘‘Oh, gen- _ etal, please don’t go’’—puil—‘‘near the _ ¢ainp—bless my soul! A plot)? - A plot. echoed the ether. “‘A plot! What do you mean ?”’ “They're going to hurt you—bless my _ = soul!”? “Hurt me! Who? ‘“The cadets, sir! Bless my soul, I— - puff—heard thei say, they were—pufi—_ oh !—going to b-b-beat the general.’’ There was a moment of silence, then a : perfect roar of laughter came from the staff officers. The general laughed too, for a moment, but when he saw the plebe’s alarm and perplexity he stopped and gazed at him with a kindly expres- sion. ‘‘My boy,’’ he said, ‘‘you’ve been letting the yearlings fool you. cs ‘“Fool me!’’ echoed Indian ‘Bless my soul!—how? ‘* Beating the general means, ”’ answered the officer, , ‘beating the general assem- in horror. - bly, which is a drum call.”’ The officers shook with laughter again, and as for poor Indian, he was thunder- struck. So he had been fooled again! So ARMY AND NAVY And . - West Point, commander of Uncle Sam’s _ ae : 1017 i he had let those mean cadets. ere him 2 ae once more! And—and-—— jae Poor Indian's eyes began to fill wily tears. And he choked down a great big sob. The old officer saw his look of : misery. oS ‘‘Do they fool you often that way, my ene boy ??? he asked, sympathetically. ‘*Ye—yes!’’? answered Indian, at the verge of a weeping spell. ‘*Ye—yes, th-they do. And I think it’s real mean.’ ‘So do I,’’ said the general, smiling. ‘I tell you how we’ll ce it. Don’t you let on they succeeded.’ “1 can’t help it,’’: moaned Indian, ‘“They know! L-look ee 3 With trembling finger he pointed across the street to where in the shadow of the sally port of the Academy stood a group of hilarious yearlings, fully half the class, wild with glee. The general shook his head as he looked, and poor Indian got out his handkerchief as a precaution. - "Too bad!) said the former, —*Voo bad, I declare! We'll have to turn that joke on them some how or other. Let me see. Jet me see. How would you like it. for me to help you get SS as you — boys say ?”? Indian gazed up at the stalwart and kindly form confidingly; he was all smiles in a moment. : PII tell. you.) said the: peucral at last, ““you and dil take a=walk. Aud when they see you with me, they’ll be sorry they sent you. Come on.’’ He took the arm of the delighted In- dian, who was scarcely able to realize the extent of his good fortne. ‘You'll excuse mea short while, gen- - tlemen,’’ said General Miles to his mili- tary ‘stan. ‘I'll return. shortly. And, now,’’ to Indian, ‘‘where shall we go? I guess I'll let yon show me about camp.’’ _And-sure enough, pinching himself to make sure if he. really were awake, tee dian, on the arm of the mighty guest of whole army, marched away up the road — past the parade ground and all through — Camp McPherson. - The general was enjoying the joke — hugely, but he effected not to notice it, _ and plied the plebe with questions, Why did the yearlings haze him 50" much? Was he B, J. ? Oh, it was because = 1018 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 sten if, 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 Wad! “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! pital!” ‘““That handsome lad down the street there?’ inquired the general, Ast us go down by. all means.’? A monient later, Mark, He’s out of hos- to his great ment was confronted by the curt-. _ ousiy contrasted pair. Indian was beam- ing like a sunflower. ‘Mr. Mallory,”’ he said, with a flourish, “allow me to present my ‘friend, General Miles.” Mark bowed, and the general took the haud ne held out. rir, Mallery,’’: he said, ‘*I am proud to meet you. I have heard of what you have done. ‘‘he-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 campring. Then he turned and spoke to an orderly me was passing. ‘CT ell my staff to ride up here for me,’? he said, and added, turning to the S radiant plebes: “Now, my young friends, I must ask you to excuse me. Iam very pleased to have met you both. Good- Morning, Mr. Simth, and Mr. Mal- ony With omen he turned and ue away up the street again, smiling at the recol- lection of the incident. And Mark stood and stared at his grinning friend Indian. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘‘you blessed idiot, you Bead, do beak tie Dutch !” is And then he turned and went into the tent. ARMY AND NAVY oS : CHAPTER IV. IN WHICH “BULL”? FINDS AN ALLY. “(Bor Heaven’s sake, man, you. don’t mean this for a fact, do you!”’ It was Mark Mallory who spoke; he sat alone in his tent with Texas late that evening, and Texas was telling him the story of Meg Adams and what she had done during ‘the day. ‘¢And did she tell you to tell me this?”’ Mark continued, in amazement. “No, said Texas; “durnation, she. didn’t want me toa bit. I couldn’t make her out ’t all. She 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: 7? ‘“That’s all right,’’ answered Texas. ‘*T think I managed this yere affair right well. Now, what I want to know is, what | you goin’ to do ’bout it?” Thats just what I want to know,’ said his friend. ‘‘I’m as puzzled as you. Why, I hadn’t the least coe the pe . girl felt that way about me. ‘Don’t you 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 expression. That was a nice thing to say to a man who was just priding himself on — having managed a delicate affair so nicelv. -And Texas rose to his feet. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘*’m sorry you don’t like it. -Durnation, ef that’s all I git, Pl Keep outof 1? 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 did not like even to think of her if con- nection with this girl, He knew in his “aqnuch here. Hine girl halted. are: - meant. ARMY AND NAVY oe » yeact it sould be best to Jet Mary Adams a alone fron: this time on. But what would she think then? - Mark was weighing 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, anda dark cloudy night: He had. hed the path down through ‘‘Flirtation Walk,” heeding no one; ‘he had strolled to the other end, and turned to retrace his steps when suddenly he halted in surprise. A -dark figure was hurrying past him, and was lie “gazed at it and recognized it, he exclaimed aloud: **Miss Adains!’’ he cried. ‘*You here!’ The girl turned and faced him, pushing aside the shawl she wore and disclosing her face in all its passionate beauty. oe iY. Mallory!” she cried, in just ‘as surprise; ‘and then wazed at him trembling. ‘*Miss Adams,’’ said Mark, quietly, after a mmoment’s thought. ‘‘I want to have a talk with you, if you please. May Ey : fVes,?* she cried. -“ Yes, I want to see you alone. "7 She turned, and Mark followed her, almost having to run to keep up with the girl’s excited pace. ‘They descended the hill at the end. of the path, and then on they went almost to the Hudson’s shore. It was a dark, deserted spot, and there Mark stopped too, and she turned about and gazed at him. *“*Now, then,’’ said she. Mark said nothing at first; but not he was watching her features, admiring them -and at the same time wondering at the emotion they showed. Her cheeks were red as fire before his gaze. ‘*Mr. Powers has told you all?’ she demanded at last. ‘‘He has; Icansee it!’ _ Mark started as he noticed the tone of _her voice; he had never heard her speak that way OES Usually her voice was soft and melodious, a voice with a hidden musical charm. Now it was cold and and Mark knew at once what that The girl was angry already. She saw > that he was about to cast her aside, after all her passionate humiliating confession, _ And she was pune a bold, brazen front upon it, merciful heaven! at **T can see!’’ she cried, suddenly. ““I can see it allin your face. You do not Care Tor me! ‘(Miss Adams,’? he began, quietly; Phe girl shoo« her head impatiently. : “Call me Mey!” she exclaimed. - Caut me Meg and be done with it They all do. >? ~ Mark was puzzied. He did not wish to call her Meg, he did not wish to indicate any familiarity: He saw on the other: hand that to refuse would be to cut her to the quick; but he chose the latter course. “7 shall call you. Miss Adams,”) he said, decisively. ‘‘And I want to explain to you——”’ The girl stamped her foot upon the ground. ‘“‘There is no need for you to explain!” she cried. ‘“‘I know! I know it all, oh I have watched yeu, followed you, dreamed of you, thought of you. I have flung myself at your feet, — and in your heartlessness you have walked away. Ihave worshipped you, and you have flung ime off.”” As she spoke, the girl.had been striding about the spot. As she finished she bowed her head and broke into a passion of tears. ‘But, Miss Adams,’’ expostulated Mark. Vou will not let me explain. ~ ‘Explain?’ The girl raised her head and tossed her dark hair in anger, while her eyes flashed. ‘‘I do not want you to explain! Your explanations are simply honeyed words to hide the facts. I know the facts. You want to tell me why. IJ know why! It is because of her, of her! You love her, and you have no use for me. And I cannot live without you. I do not want to. JI hate her, the yellow-haired creature. And I hate you! Yes, I hate you! You have treated-me as if I were a And I have no use for puppet, as if I had no right to live. I do not want to live. life. I-wish I were dead!” = The girl had raised her hands to He sky, a wierd figure; she gazed about her despairingly as she finished. : “*Y wish I were dead!” she cried, again. The wind whistled through the lonely trees as she spoke, and made a strange _ accompaniment to her impassioned voice. — A steamboat, plying the river, was softly — churning little waves that lapped against __ eos labors: 1020 the shore and inadea low, gurgling sound upon the rocks. The girl gazed over the steep, dark bank as she cried out in her wretchedness, and the next instant she sprang forward. The thought had flashed over Mark at the sane inoment. He saw the girl nove, and seized her. She turned upon him with the fury of a tiger, a tiger she was, with all a tiger’s passions. For a moment they struggled and wrestled, the girl cry- ing out all the time. And then she tore herself loose with one mighty effort (Mark had only one free hand) and lunged down, down into the darkness. Mark heard a splash and a gurgle of the black invisible waters. And then all was _ silent as the grave. Mark Mallory hesitated, hesitated for the first time in his life. One arm was bound tight in aslingand helpless. He was weak and faint yet froin hisimaltreatinent. Still he could not see her die without trying to save her. His hesitation gone, he took a step forward, but he was too late. - There was a quick noise behind him; he heard the word ‘‘coward!’’ hissed in his ear, and a white figure shot past him and dived out into the darkness. Mark gasped with relief; and quick ‘G act, he turned, and helplesss though he was, el mibered down around the side to reach the spot. -He heard sounds of a struggle out beyond him; he heard some whispered words, and a moment later the figure of the rescuer rose out of the water -and confronted him, bearing the girl in his arms. It was Bull Harris! Mark started back instinctively ; Bull sneered as he saw it. ‘Coward!’ he repeated. The corps shall know of this!” Mark knew that expostulation and ex- - planation were usleess and unnecessary. He said not a word, but saw the girl safely brought to shore. And then, sad and heavy at heart, he turned and walked back toward the camp. Bull Harris stayed, to reap the fruit of -He held the half-fainting, half hysterical girl in his arms and wiped _ her straying hair from her face and - sought to calm her. He seemed to like his task, for when he was better he made - no move to stop. and ‘*Coward! " ARMY AND NAVY West Point novelette will be entitled, ‘“Did he push you over ?’? Bull, insinuatingly. ce ‘No; cried the pir, with fetcencss. ‘He did not. Butt fate jim! “You might say fe did then!” the yearling whispered softly. ; Mary Adams glanced at him with a sharp look. ‘I might,’’ she said, °‘ inquired “if I chose. And Timay.- What's that to your” ‘Sto me? cried. Bull cimehing. the girl’s hand in his until she cried out. “To me! I hate him! I could kill him!?’* _** Vou were rude to me once,?’? she muttered. ‘Ves, 2 exclaimed Bull.) was, liked him, and I hated you for it.”’ “That was a lie, but the girl did not choose, for some reason, to say so. ‘‘Come,’’ she said, striving to arise. “Help me home.” : : ‘One moment!’ cried Bull, holding her back. ‘‘Promise me one thine one >) thing before you go. And swear it.”” Wilat is it?” ““T know the whole story, Meg,’’ he said. ‘‘I know how he has treated you, how he has cast you off, made a puppet of you, and all for that Grace Fuller! You say you. hate him. SodoJI. Promise me, promise me to be revenged if you have to die for it.” “*T will!’ cried she, furiously. ‘Will you give me your hand on it?” fA wali? a Bull took her home that night, though he was 1n no hurry about it. He came in after taps, for he thought it would do him good to hand in his explanation that he had been saving a girl’s life, and re- storing her to consciousness. A girl; perhaps a girl upon whom murder had been attempted. He evaded all details, however, and went to his tent chuckling triumphantly — at his evil work that night. He had laid a foundation for trouble, — but would success follow? Only the future could tell. [THE END. | Lieutenant Frederick Garrison’s next alee Friend in Need, or, Mark Mallory’s Close. = Cail No, 23 Army. and oes You 2s : = ues away ee a previous attraction. Sis se 2 Clif oe s Adventure in Lisbon. Bw Bn scien Clarke FPutch, UU. S- Ne CHAPIER-L DIVING FOR PENNIES AND BRACELETS. ‘“There goes the little begger again.’ ‘What a clean dive.’ "cP Yes,7 lie is grace itself. But say, Clif + ‘(He's got it. Hurray! He catch dime plenty well. Hi! here another ’’ — “Vou are getting mighty liberal with your money, Trolley.”? “TJ no care. It worth dollar to see div- ing like that. Hi! you little boy, here soine more.”’ : A group of naval cadets were leaning _over the port railing on the forecastle of the United States Naval Academy prac- tice ship Monongahela. It was shortly after quarters on a Satur- day morning, and the trim old frigate was riding easily at anchor in the Tagus River just off the main landing dock of Lisbon, Portugal. After a rather eventful voyage from Annapolis she had finally arrived in port, _and the one hundred and sixty odd cadets - on board—members of the first, third and fourth classes, with a few ‘‘May”’ plebes— were waiting eagerly for the time when they could have a run ashore. - The necessary formalities of port in- spection had been gone through with, and the ship was in gala attire aloft and alow in anticipation of the visit always paid an American vessel by the youth and beauty of quaint old Lisbon. Boats filled with merry parties were coming from the dock even now, and the - appearance of many pretty girls in them was beginning to take the cadets’ atten- That attraction was the diving of a number of native boys after coins thrown from the ship. Alongside were lialfa dozen small and rickety boats occupied by the agile young divers. : They were continually importuning the cadets to toss bits of silver or copper money into the water. : One, a lithe, clean-limbed lad of about sixteen, was the leader of the party, and it was his clever diving which had wrung the words of admiration front Trolley, given at the commencement of this chap- Ler. ‘Eroliey, by the way, was a Japanese youth who had been received as a naval cadet by the United States Government — at the request of Japan. His name, Moto- hiko Asaki, was speedily converted into — the more American appellation of ‘‘T'rol- ley’? by his versatile brother cadets. Near him on the forecastle stood a sturdy, handsome lad with curly brown hair and a singularly winning face. This well favored youth was Clifford Faraday, whose doings have formed the subject for these true taics of naval cadet life. Grouped about Clif are others of whom the reader may have heard. Joy, sad of face, but with a nature ever sparkling; Nanny Gote, the smallest plebe of the class, whose one aim in life is to admire and emulate his warm friend, Clif; Tog- oe gles, a steadfast, intelligent lad, well- liked by all; and Grat V/allace, whose happy, sunny ‘nature had made him a fav- | orite among even the upper class cadets. There were others, too, standing on _ the forecastle, members of the plebe class, a but not friends of Chi, — But they wa be yntroduced in due season. 1622 _ The diversion of watching the divers _ began to grow monotonous after a while. = he little beggers are pretty «good, but their act palls on one,’’ yawned Tog- gles, stretching his arms. ‘*Did you hear anything about the lib- erty list, Clif??? asked Grat Wallace, il a yearning glance ashore. Pit isn't made up yeti believe. We - won’t touch the dock uatil afternoon any- way. ») ‘‘And-we . have wet to be back by ten o’clock,’’ grumbled Nanny. ‘CAl ways kicking, always finding trou- ble,’’ sighed Joy, with a doleful shake of the head. ‘‘Why can’t you be peaceable and contented like me, youngster? It’s painful to a man of meek and lowly spirit to see such contention and strife. If you don’t like the way they conduct: liberty on this ship why don’t you knock the blooming head off the executive officer? Act with due humility and beat the face off the captain.”’ THe others laughed. Joy. ra say, Clif, look there,” spoke up Trolley. call peach.’’ He nodded his head toward a couple of young ladies who were approaching from aft. They had formed part of a vis- iting party from shore and were strolling about the desk intent on inspecting the ship after their own fashion. They undertood suddenly ‘Here comes what you Both were very pretty, but ene, a tall and rather willowy brunette, was particu- larly handsome. A “wealth of lustrous black hair fell to her shoulders; her eyes were large and sparkling; and her lips, half patted, showed two rows of regular “pearly teeth. She was smiling at something her com- panion had said as they neared the group of plebes, and the boys fairly pe at her loveliness. Clif eyed her furtively, fae heart beat- ing more rapidly than usual. His expres- sive countenance proclaimed his strong admiration, and that must have been the reason why the fair girl blushed slightly as she met his ardent gaze. - The girls stopped at the forecastle rail- ing and looked over at the diver boys below. ‘ment on board the practice ship. ARMY AND NAVY They laughed, and one—the lovelies of the two—held up a small coin. All the youthful divers prepared to spring into the water as soon as the bit of money left her hand. The lithe young leader poised himself upon the very edge of his boat. ‘Ready !’? called out the girl in Portu- guese. ‘‘It isa hundred reis piece, so do your best.”’ she gleefully waved her hand back and forth, then, just.as she was about to re- lease the an something bright and elit- tering slipped form her wrist ‘and fell into the water. It was a bracelet. A little screain came from the oirl, there was a commotion among the group of plebes, then one was seen to vault ™ hghtly over the rail and strike the water in a neat dive. It was Clif Faraday! ns ne eet CHAPTER 1b JUANITA WINDOM. In an instant there was great excite- The loud splash was. heard fore and aft, and a rush was inade for that side. some one raised a cry of ‘‘Man over- board !”? The officer of the deck sprang upon the: gangway with a life preserver, and the crew detailed to the life-boat ran to their stations at the boatfalls. _ And in the meantime the cause of all this commotion was experiencing a rather peculiar adventure. Clif possessed to a remarkable dee the power of quick decision and action in cases of emergency. He seldom required - more than a few seconds to make up his mind. ; In the present case he was upon the rail and preparing to dive almost before the bracelet had touched the water. With all his promptness, he was not alone how- ever, The young Portuguese boy—the chief spirit among the youthful divers—had also seen the flash of metal. To him it meant a coveted reward, and his brown heels twinkled in the air just a - second after Clif’s body left the top of the - forecastle rail. ARMY AND NAVY The two went under the water to- gether. Clif’s eyes opened after he vanished be- Jow the surface. He saw, glittering below him, the bespangled bracelet. And he _also saw the dark shadow cast Dy his an- tagonist. Of the two the native lad was probably more at home in the water, but Faraday had a store of determination and. grit which made up for it. As soon as he espied the youngster he realized the true state of affairs, and he sent his feet up with a spurt that shot him toward the glittering banble. It was a race beneath the surface of the old Tagus. ~ The Portuguese boy had as an incen- tive two things. One was the hope of a pecuniary reward, and the other an over- whelming desire to defeat this insolent vis- itor from a foreign country who dared to try his skill against a native diver of Lis- bon. _ As for Clif, what was his incentive? A smile, that was all. The bottom of the ‘Tagus is ouily reached by a few vigorous strokes. The bracelet had settled upon the bottom where “it glittered and gleamed as if mocking the two lads. Clif, by his spurt, had obtained a slight advantage, but he suddenly felt himself grasped about the waist. He was just in the act of reaching for the bracelec when the interruption came. The touch of the Portuguese lad’s hand_acted like a spur upon him, aud he made a desperate clutch downward. His fingers closed over the bit of jewel- ry, thea witha wriggle and a savage kick he freed himself and shot toward the sur- face. As he rose, gasping and spluttering, his rival was close beside him. Through the water streaming from his hair Clif caught sight of the boy’s face, and he marveled at the intensity of hatred it ex- pressed. . “‘T pay you for dis!’ almost screamed the Portuguese ‘*You come ashore and I kill you. Dog of a Yankee, you hear 2 tron Pedto! You see. + ‘‘Calm yourself, my friend,’’ drawled CHE coolly, as he struck cout for the : her J voice : . 1023 gangeway, ““Don't eet excited; for the health. ‘Ta! ta!” Pedro swam to his little boat and crouched sullenly in the stern. His com-— panions crowded around him and _ chat- tered like so many monkeys,-but he waved them off and watched with burn- ing eyes the progress of the American lad aed the gangway ladder. i A loud cheer burst from the plebes on the forecastle as Clif held up the bracelet. The two pretty girls clapped their hands, and the one who had dropped the piece of jewelry seemed overwhelmed with confusion. i: When Clif reached the deck he found both the first lieutenant and the officer of the watch awaiting him. ‘“What is the meaning of this, Mr. Faraday ?’’ demanded the former, peremp- torily. Clif held up the bracelet, and replied quietly: “A young lady ee dropped this overboard, sir.’ The officers were compelled to smile. ‘*And you dived for it?’ 1 Mes. sit. “Which young lady was*it?”? : Faraday turned and indicated the own- er of the bracelet who was walking ait with her companion.’? ‘‘Jove! I don’t blame the young ras- eal,’ muttered the first. -Heutenanc She's a beauty. = Extending his hand, he added, aloud: “It was a gallant act, Mr. Faraday, and the ae it does you credit, but it probably would have been better if you had left the job to one of those boy divers. I will return the bracelet to the young lady. But Clif hung back. ‘“Want the pleasure yourself, eh: 2» laughed Lieutenant Watson. ‘‘Well, you — deserve it.’ That was Clif’s opinion also, and he lost no time in claiming his reward. He did not present a very prepossessing ap- ‘pearance in his dripping uniform, but he _ held his head jauntily and advanced too meet the girl. ae His fear that she spoke only Portuguese was speedily dissipated. Extending her = hands impulsively, she exclaimed with an accent which added to the charm OL. itis bad | lo24 ‘Oh, how can I thank you for your kindness, senior? You have dared so much to save iy poo? bracelet. It was so good of you.’ ‘(T am amply repaid,’ replied Clif, gal- lantly. Then he added, with a ae ‘‘You must pardon ay rather moist ap- eam ies The water was not altogether diy! ‘(We will uot keep you,’’ said the girl, hurriedly. ‘‘You-should change your clothing.’ As Clif bowed and slatted to walk away, she blushed slightly and said: ‘(My parents will consider it a pleasure if you should call uponthem. My naine,”’ ‘she extended a neat card, ‘‘and address. Can we not hope to see you scon?’’ ‘Twill be pleased to call when I go shore,’’ replied the handsome young eadet. ** Until then—good-by.” As he walked forward he saw a stock- ivebailt plebe standing near the spot where the conversation had taken place. The fellow was not unattractive in ap- pearance, but there was an air of petu- lance about him which plainly proclaimed the ‘‘spoiled child.’’ His face also indi- cated a previous fast life, and it wore a peculiarly offensive sneer as his eyes met aclit's: ‘So Judson Greene has been listening, eh??? thought the latter as he walked past. ‘‘He don’t look particularly pleased. Jealous, 1 suppose.”’ He glanced at the bit of pasteboard in his es and read: Juanita Windom, Ruo Ferdinand No. 78. “Windom? he muttered. ‘‘Why, that’s an English name. Her father must be either English or American. ‘That ac- counts for her excellent command of the language. ‘This is getting more interest- ing. ?? - His thoughts were interrupted by a shout, and he found himself surrounded by his friends. They were all laughing gayly except Joy, whose funereal_ cast _of countenance seemed to have increased. Sh Chi”). cried: « Trolley, slapping him upon the back, ‘‘by Jim, you great hero. Hurray! you save bracelet and win ‘beautifulist girl in Lisbon. You one = dandy.?? ‘ARMY AND NAVY “Slowly there, Trolley,” uct Clif; ti don’t see where I have WO a Siti, “She likes you; I saw her blush, puts in Nanny Gote. Faraday. Annapolis all about this affair. ashamed of myself if I were you.”’ ‘‘That’s straight,’? chuckled Grat Wal- lace. ‘‘He’s getting to be a regular masher, He’s not content to keep the upper classes guessine about hazing, and saving tor- pedo boats at sea, and. such ‘little things, but he needs must——”” He dodged to escape a blow from Clif’s. hand, and “darted in high glee to the fore- castle. TI’ll tell Tess Herndon back in I’d be ‘Better go down and get those wet | duds off,’’ advised Toggles. Better.) ‘Clif Faraday what is the inatter with that diver boy ?’’ demanded Joy solemnly. ‘‘He’s looking at this ship as if he’ would likete cat if.2) Clif glanced out through the nearest — port. Pedro ‘was still crouched in the -~ ster of his little boat. He gave a howl of anger on re sight of Faraday, and added with a choice > collection of Portuguese epithets: ‘Wait till I catch you on shore. you. I make you sorry you dive. see, dog of a Yankee,”? _ “ie seems excited,’ observed Cle calmly. ‘‘His mind must have given way under the strain, poor fellow——”’ Nanny stooped and snatched up a wet swab. Flung with unerringe aim, it caught the vociferous lad in the face and bowled him over with neatness and dis- patch. A laugh greeted the shot. It was fol- lowed by cries of rage from the half-dozen diver boys in their little boats alongside the ship. Pedro, the leader, gave a signal, and the flotil la paddled toward the dock. Clif went below to change his clothing, after a last glance in Juanita Windom’s direc- tion, and the episode was closed save for one thing. Standing near one of the open ports was the plebe Greene. about his own age and equally marked ~ with the signs of ' dissipation. a “You'll look I fix You ‘*Just> you wait, Clif Clif’ had called Judson ; - With him was another cadet of “‘Did you see that Portuguese, Spend- ly??? asked Judson, in an eager voice. COW ER: 9) Hear what he said 7’? ‘He threatened Karaday.’”’ “Ves. Well, there’s a chance for us, I ‘think.”? ““What do you mean ?”’ ‘*Vou hate Faraday?’ ‘*Tjike poison.”? ‘‘So do I. Like two poisons. We'll go ARMY AND NAVY 1025 the whole crew does not go ashore, but only a watch, or part of a watch. The liberty party from the old Monon- gahela was composed of one-half of the port watch, and the forty-odd cadets com- posing it glanced back in gleeful triumph at their less fortunate mates, who were watching their progress with lugubrious faces from the forward deck. Conspicuous among the latter were Grat Wallace and ‘Trolley, neither of LPT EATING a3 Pe ‘¢ TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES AND DON’T GET INTO ANY SCRAPES,’’ SAID FARADAY, AS HE PREPARED TO DRIVE OFF (page 1027). } ashote and seeif we can’t use that fellow, Pedro, to help us get square.’’ An hour later word was passed that the liberty party would leave for shore at once, ee CHAPTER IIL THE CONSPIRACY. When liberty is given on a man-of-war whom were members of that half of the port watch. They were doubly sorry that their names had not been included. ‘They re- stetted that they were not going ashore and also that Clif, whom they liked and adinired more than words could tel;, would not be able to go with them on the mortfow. For Clif was in one of the boats speed- 1026 ing ashore, and naval cadets on a_prac- tice cruise are not permitted Dest two days in succession. With Clif in the leading cutter were Joy and Nanny. And in “the following whaleboat were two other plebes with whom this story will deal — Judson Greene and Chris Spendly. Judson was very thoughtful on the way to the beach. He replied only in mono- syllables to the chatter of his crony. He was evolving in his mind a scheme by which the boy Pedro’s newly, developed hatred of Clif could be worked to the latter’s undoing. And he was also going over in his mind the reasons why he, himself hated Clifso bitterly. The thoughts carried him back to Annapolis and beyond. It was a long list of little plots -and conflicts and rather shady scheines in which Judson was the organizer of the schemes and the sufferer in all the con- flicts. Ie started. in Hartford, Counecticnt, from which city both had entered the Academy, and it continued until the pres- ent moment, did this list of reasons why Judson should hate Clif. Many times before, the former had tried to ‘‘vet square’? with Faraday, but only to his own discomfiture. It required very little strain on his memory to recall a whole series of defeats, and as he sat in the boat and thought, his hatred of Clif Faraday waxed and increased and he mut- tered savagely: “Tl get him yet. I'll pay that little devil anything if he’ll show me a way by which J] can ruin Faraday once for all, or——’’ he hesitated, then added, deep down in his mean little hearts) Or kill Mit When the cadets landed at the main dock they found a crowd of idlers gath- ered there, possibly attracted by the ru- mor that a number of Americau naval cadets would pay a visit ashore. Curious spectators, beggers, small boys, boatmen, and all that go to make up the water front population. of a city like Lisbon thronged the street outside the gate and made complimentary and other remarks as the boys passed from _ the dock. ae ARMY AND NAVY In the background, partially concealed behind a group of spectators was a lean, brown-skinned boy with shifty, furtive eyes and a shock of black hair. He was clad only in a light shirt and trousers, both of which showed signs of recent cottact with water. As the naval cadets trouped past he watched them eagerly until three walking together and laughing merrily came into view. Then his little eyes contracted, his face darkened with rage, and the nails of his clinched fists bit deep into the flesh. He drew back, but not before he was observed by two cadets who had _ loitered behind their companions. They walked on a few paces, then dropped back and approached the barefoot boy. ‘‘T say,-aren’t you the chap who was diving for pennies alongside the ship this. morning?’ asked one with assumed care- lessness. The boy glared at them defiantly, and made a reply in Portuguese. ‘‘Drop that lingo,’’ sharply exclaimed the cadet.. ‘‘I know you can speak Eng- lish because I heard you. Your name is. Pedro, and you were defeated in a dive by one of our fellows.’ Pedro made an inarticulate sound in his. throat and moved away as if with the in- tention of leaving the new-comerts. -“T guess you had better wait awhile ° if: you care to get square with that fellow,’’ said Judson Greene—for it was he—plac- ing one hand upon the lad’s shoulder. ‘*We know all about the affair, and we are ashore to help you out a little if we feel like it. Any place about here where we. can get a drink and have a quiet chat ?”’ Pedro eyed them for a moment from under his black brows, then he gave a lit- tle nod, and without a word, trotted off. A brief period later the three precious. rascals, Judson Greene, Chris Spendly and Pedro were busily talking in the back room of a low fonda, or drinking resort, on one of the side streets leading from the: water front. In the meantime the rest of the liberty party was merrily proceeding toward the | centre of the city, attracting favorable . greetings from shop-keepers, and glances: of admiration from the pretty girls along the way, for the American naval cadet: view,’ ARMY AND NAVY OZ ashore is both-liberal with his money and . gallant in his personal appearance. Clif Faraday, Joy and Nanny. were walking together and their hearts were light within them. : Three weeks on board ship with tum- bling decks, close quarters and stormy winds made good dry land very attractive. Joy alone looked gloomy.. He was a human paradox. When his spirits were - lightest his face showed the deepest de- pression. ‘CTt’s worth while spending a long time at sea to get such an appreciation of Mother Earth,’ laughed Clif, executing the first steps of a hornpipe. ‘‘Eh, Joy, old boy ?”’ On. 1 don’t know: there are other pleasures,’ sighed the lanky plebe. ‘‘And this isn’t such a great place after all. It looks nice enough from the ship, but——”’ ‘¢ (Distance lends enchantment to the quoted Nanny, sagely. * You are right there. These houses that seemed so pretty with their different colors are not so much after all. ‘The most of them ate simply baked mud whitewashed or bluewashed or greenwashed, as the case may be. And look atthestreets. Humph! they aren’t as wide as an alley at home.’ ‘‘T am sorry you boys are not pleased ‘with the state of affairs,’’ said Clif, gay- ly. ‘‘I’ll see the king and have things at- tended to. There is one thing you must acknowledge though—the girls are hand- some.” ‘You noticed that quick Suougt: y snified Nanny, who had rather a con- tempt for the oppesite sex. “"You gota girl in Annapolis before you’d been there two days, and you picked up another here before the anchor chain had _ finished rat- tling through the hawse-pipes. It’s a wonder you didn’t run across a coupe of durned mermaids on the way over.’ Clif laughed. “How canI help it, kidlets?”’ he re- plied, with a wink at Joy. Sor tol try to keep the girls off? But they will fly to me like Vike —— ‘‘Niggers to a watermelon pa ”” sug- gested Joy, gravely. By this time the cadets had reached ~ - one of the main thoroughfares. fers As usual in such cases, they paired off and went in different directions. Chif and his two chums remained to- gether. ‘‘We will take a look at the town and then Ill leave you for a while,” an- nounced the former. “Going to call on Miss Juanita Win- dom, 1 suppose ?’’ said Joy. 5 SO Weo: 1) “T think you might stay with us in- stead of chasing after a girl you never morning,’ compa : saw until this Nanny. “T am not due thére until oe M laughed Clif. ‘‘It’s now one, and we oll have almost three hours in which to do the city. What more do you want, young- Stere' Nanny was compelled to acknowledge contentment, and the trio of friends strolled about the streets and visited the great cathedral, and conducted them- selves much as boys do under similar cir- cumstances. At half-past three Clif called a carriage in front of the Praca do Dom Pedro, the principal square of Lisbon, and gave the driver a card upon which he had written Miss Windom’s address. **T’]] meet you at six or thereabouts on the dock, chumis,’’ he called back to Joy and Nanny. and don’t yet into any scrapes.”’ ‘‘T have a contract to punch Judson Greene's. head if 1 run across him. growled Joy.. ‘‘He’s ashore, you know.”’ ‘*Ves. I saw him. time getting into a row with the fellow,’’ replied Faraday. ‘‘He isn’t worth it. Ta! ta |? ‘They stood for a moment, and watched him whirl away then they sadly turned and sauntered across the square. If either had continued watching the carriage a trifle longer they might have ~ seen something rather surprising. While the vehicle was rumbling past | the northern corner of the plaza, a lithe, brown-limbed, barefooted boy darted from behind a group of chattering beggers and - swung on behind the carriage, CHAPTER IV. AND THEN SILENCE! The top was down, but Cilf was too : ‘“Take care of yourselves But don’t waste any | 1028 ARMY AND NAVY engrossed in thought to discover the fel- , low. On went the conveyance through the miserably paved streets, on past churches and stores and residences, and away from the main portion of the city to a quiet, highly respectable suburb where the houses rested in detached grounds abloom with a wealth of semi- tropical ‘verdure. When the carriage finally slackened up ashort distance from a pretty villa, the unbidden passenger was still swinging behind, but he leaped nimbly to the ground and darted into the shadow ofa tree in time to escape notice. The driver placidly overcharged Clif four-fold, and drove away, leaving the cadet to enter the grounds, where he re- ceived a hearty and blushing welcome from Juanita and her friend. An hour later another carriage entered the street. It was of the same class as the first, but the box was occupied by a stalwart, black-browed native with a scowling face. He drove. slowly through the street, then turned back again, as if awaiting a call. Time passed: the sun touched the western hills and disappeared, and the mist of an early twilight gathered over the city. A distant clock sounded the hour of six. From the great cathedral came a mellow chiming of bells, followed by a discordant clatter from some less favored church. Suddenly the ornamented gate in front of the Windom villa opened and Clif emerged, gallantly lifting his naval cap to those inside. He glanced hastily at his watch, then with a half suppressed exclamation of surprise, looked about for a conveyance. The carriage which had been loitering in the vicinity was coming briskly toward him. He hailed it, leaped inside, and was soon leaving the vicinity. While passing a near-by corner Clif chanced to look over toward a barefoot jad standing under a wall lamp. “‘Gorry ! it’s that little begger, Pedro,’’ he muttered. ‘‘What’s he doing out here, I wonder? Guess he saw me from the ex- pression on his face.’’ He fell to musing over the diving epi- _ sode of the morning. From. that to his extremely pleasant afternoon with Juanita was but a step, and Pedro’s scowling face speedily gave way tothe beautiful, at- tractive countenance of the girl. It was growing dark very rapidly. The carriage rattled along over the rough cobbles and through streets entirely unfamiliar to the young “cadet, Presently it drew up with a jerk and Clif, aroused from a revere, looked about him. He saw the facade of a large church on one side, and a small garden, in- closed by an iron railing, on the other. It was high ground and through the trees of the park could be seen the spires of a number of chapels in the lower part of the city. The street was apparently deserted, but liohts. here. .and: there indicated: the presence of inhabited residences. Clif looked questioningly at the driver. ‘‘Why did you stop here?’’ he asked at a venture. ‘‘Me wanta show you fie view, senhor,’’ replied the man, respectfully. ‘‘View? I den’t care to. see any view. Ce el I want toreach the dock at once. **But, senhor, it take you one minute. It ver’ fine view. All visitor come here at this time night. It no good any other time. You likea it ver’ much. You no re- Stet Chf liked nature, especially in the shape of picturesque scenery. He knew ‘that he would be late in meeting his chums, but he could not resist the temp- tation. ‘Hurry up, then,’’ he said, springing from the carriage. He did not see the triumphant gleam in the driver’s eyes as the fellow pre- pared to follow him, nor would he have understood the meaning if he had. Sus- picion of evil was very far from Clif’s mind just then. The horses were drawn up to the side : of the street and left standing. As Clif and the driver entered the little park, which seemed untenanted, a_ brown- limbed lad, lithe and sinewy, hastily en- tered by another gate. He was panting for breath as if from a long and. hard run, but he did not slacken speed, slipping noiselessly among Regs of ee ARMY AND NAVY the trees and bushes a few paces behind _the others. The driver glanced back once and saw him, but Clif continued on unsuspecting- ly to where the park ended abruptly ata low stone rampart. Beyond this was a steep declivity—a stone precipice—which extended down with scarcely a break to the roofs of the houses one hundred feet below. The face of the precipice was of rock with here and there a tuft of seragely vegetation growing in the small crevices. Clif paid little attention to these de- tails. He was lost in admiration of the really beautiful view stretched out before him. Darkness was almost at hand, but away in the east, a soft rosy glow still lingered above the hills. Down below at his feet was a panoraina of lights and shadows, twinkling sparks of fire and black objects grotesque in their vagueness. The river flowed beyond the town, lighter in color and bearing smudges ‘which on nearer view would have resolved themselves into steamers and ships and fishing craft of many sizes. This much Clif saw ‘and admired, then he remembered the lateness of the hour and was on the. point of turning to go when suddenly he felt a pair of sinewy arins clasped about his body. A low voice hissed some command in Portuguese, then a soft object, evidently a coat, was thrown over his head and wound tightly. He struggled, of course, and tried to ery out, but the muffled sounds went no further than his lips. He writhed and tugged and fought _ madly to free himself, but those inflexible arms did not yield. A hand snatched away his watch, an- other went through his pockets with prac- ticed deftness, then came a muttered ex- clamation, and the lad found himself be- ing lifted from the ground. This last movement wrung a cry of ter- ror from his lips. He knew the inten- tion of his assailants. They meant to hurl him from the wall! Crying frantically for help, Clif made ‘one final, desperate effort to escape. He struggled to free his arms until the muscles stood out in great bands; he 1029: kicked and butted, fought with hand and > knee and teeth, but he was slowly and surely forced back against the hard stone rampart. Then came the end. There was a last mighty effort, then a wild cry rang out into the night echoing down, down, “down until a soft, crunching thud placed an. abrupt period to the hortible shriek. And then silence. CHAPTER Ay. “CUTTER AHOY,” ” In a back room of a disreputable drink- ing resort on a narrow street leading from the water front were seated two youths clad in the uniform worn by United States naval cadets. On the’ fable between them were a bottle and two glasses. Both youths were smoking cigarettes, and both appeared 11] at ease. ‘SE? can’t Stand this mueh longer, Chris,’’ said one, nervously flipping the ash from his cigarette. ‘‘If that little beg- ger don’t turn up pretty soon——’? / ‘*You’ll go. and look for him,’?’ inter- rupted the other with a sneer. “Don’t be a fool. . How could 7 find him in this confounded city ?”’ He snapped open his watch and added abruptly: ‘Almost seven. be keeping, hig: ‘*Probably had trouble finishing—— What’s the matter ?”’ : The other had banged* the table with his clinched fist. “Shut up, will youl”. he. suaried. ‘‘Haven’t you any sense, talking like that? Do you want to get us—us hanged ? People may be listening. It isn’t so any- way. Nothing was to be done except giv- ing—except giving Far—him a scare.’’ — Chris Spendly slowly sent a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. grimly. ‘‘We won’t argue that question, © Judson,’’? he drawled. ‘‘But when you cough up fifty dollars and promise fifty Confound it! what can more, it’s not for the purpose of giving _ people a scare. And that’s true enough.” Before his companion could reply there was a sound ata door Jeading tothe rear’ = yard. Both sprang to their ‘feet, Judson. white-faced and trembling. He smiled ~— 1030 A lithe, sinewy, bareniorcd lad hur riedly entered the room. He was breath- ing heavily, and his face was mottled white as if from deadly fear. He tried to speak, but before the words could form themselves an interruption caine in the shape of a loud knock at the door opening into the bar. With a gasping cry the lad vanished in the direction whence he had come. The cry was echoed by Judson, who stood cowering near the table. ‘We -are susfected,’’ he moaned. “‘It has been done, and they are after——”’ ‘Stop that, you fool!” grated Spendly. ‘*How can they suspect us?”’ He strode to the door and fumbled at the key unsteadily. He was pale, but there was desperate determination written in his face. At last the lock yielded and the door flung open revealing—the man in charge of the place. ‘Vou want more drink?’ he asked, in broken English, bowing humbly. _ ‘‘No!’’ snarled Chris, tossing hima piece of money. ‘Come on,’’? he added to Judson, ‘‘It’s time we were at the dock.”’ They had presence of mind enough to saunter forth leisurely, but once free of the ill-favored resort they quickened their steps almost to a run. “It won’t do for you to be seen look- ing like that,’’ exclaimed Spendly rough- ly, pausing under a street lamp. “Brace up, you fool. You ee give yourself away.to a blind man. Judson pulled ae together with an effort. He was ghastly pale, but he walked steadily as they resumed. their way toward the dock. They found the majority of the liberty party gathered there awaiting the hour set for returning on board. | It was on the stroke of eight and the _ boats were already on their way ashore. Shortly after Judson and Chris reached the dock, a carriage drove up and Joy and Nanny leaped out close to where the former were standing. Joy glanced anxiously from one to the other of the group of cadets. His face was even more grave than usual. And Nanny looked as if tears were not far away from his eyes. ARMY AND NAVY — “Tsay, called out the lanky plebe, _ “has any one seen Faraday ?”’ Judson and Spendly shrank back into the shadows. ‘‘No,’? replied a first class cadet ee Blakely. “He ought to be here. Why, what’sup? You fellows look wortied.”? ‘We can’t understand why Clif isn’t here, that’s all. He went out toa place in the suburbs at four o’clock and was to meet us on the dock at six. Weve been up to the house where he called and they said he left there in a carriage shortly before dark.”? ‘‘He may have stopped somewhere on the way back.’’ “No. Clif is not the fellow to break a promise if he could help it.”’ ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ came trom tae shadows back of Blakely. much. I guess he’d break more than a promise if it came to the point.’’ ‘(Vou wouldn’t dare to say that to his face, Chris Spendly,’’ retorted Nanny, warmly. ‘‘He’d make you shake in your boots.’ : Chris. discreetly remained _ silent. His malignant nature had caused him to revile the boy whom he knew in his vicious heart was lying mangled and bleeding at the foot of the bluff, but he had sense enough to not carry it too far. Aud Judson was frantically plucking at his sleeve and begging him to remain quiet for Heaven’s sake. ‘Tl think you will see Faraday showing up in ample time, youngsters,’’ said Blakely, kindly, Nanny. ‘‘There isn’t any reason why he shouldn’t.’? ‘‘Here comes the boats,’’ suddenly ex- claimed a cadet. Three men-of-war cutters dashed in from the darkness and rounded to along- side the landing steps. An officer sprang out, glanced at his watch, then cried briskly: ‘(The liberty party will fall ineand an- swer promptly as the names are called.”’ He produced a paper and rapidly read from it by the light of a boat lantern held by the coxswain. ‘‘Mr. Andrews.’? P Present, Sits’ “Mir. Blakely.” mi Pyesent, Siz.’ ‘He's 20t co. addressing Joy, and . a ‘“Mr. Caldwell.’’ ‘‘Here, sir.’’ (Donovan, *‘Present, sir.’? Nie baraday.”? Notephy. The line of cadets shifted uneasily and a subdued murmur arose. ‘'Mr. Faraday,’’ repeated the ensign in a louder voice. Still no answer. ‘Any one seen Mr. Boa? was the next question, given impatiently. - Not since four o'clock, sir,’ replied Joy, glumly. ‘‘He went visiting and has probably been detained.” ‘He knows the hour. longer than three minutes.’ The officer’s watch snapped with a de- termined click. The time passed slowly. 9 os can’t wait Many anxious eyes were directed toward . the gate at the end ot the dock, for Clif, by his manliness and sturdy independence, won more than one friend even among the enemy. “limes up... Get mto the boats,’’ at last came from the ensign. Joy and Nanny obeyed with evident teluctance, but Chris Spendly and Judson Greene seemed surprisingly eager to shake the dust of the city from theit tect, “‘I do not like to report Mr. Faraday absent,’’ said the young officer as he took his place in the stern of the first cutter, “but duty is duty. Up oars! Ready, let fal]— “Cutter ahoy !”” The hail, clear and sharp, came from the other end of the dock.- ‘Uhe gate swung back and a youth clad in a naval cadet uniform ran toward the boats. As he passed under a light a cry came from one of the cutters. Clit Paraday!? The cry was followed by a commotion in the boat. ‘*What’s the matter there?’’ called out the ensign, sternly. ‘‘Tudson Greene has fainted, sir.’’ A group composed of the majority of the plebes and a sprinkling of upper class cadets was gathered around a youth lean- ing against “the pivot gun on the Monoga- hela's forecastle an hour later. ‘The faces of all save the central figure ARMY AND NAVY 1031 were expressive of the liveliest interest and excitement. ‘‘And they got you against the stone rainpart in the park, you say?’ eagerly questioned Grat Wallace. ‘Ves. replied Clu. for -it-was Dee “There wete two of them, thé driver of the carriage and that scoundrelly little diver, Pedro. <1 thought, niy ‘end. fad come. In fact, to use a common express- ion, I saw my finish. I had no intention of giving up, though.”? ‘Not you,’’ broke out Nanny. ‘“Thanks,’’ laughed Cit, then he con- tinued: ‘I don’t know how it happened with- out’’—his voice grew soft and reverend— ‘the Almighty interposed and aided me. All I know is that we were struggling on the very edge of the stone rampart when the driver slipped over the edge and’’— Clif shuddered—‘‘fell down to a horrible death.” ‘*Served him right,’’ exclaimed more than one voice. ‘‘T whipped the coat from my head just in time to see Pedro disappear among the trees. I gave chase, but he escaped me. I was pretty well shaken up, I tell you, but I managed to reach the central police headquarters and told my story to an in- terpreter.”” “And the driver??? ‘*They found him an hour later.on the roof of a house at the foot of the bluff, He was a mass of broken bones.”? ‘‘And all this was done simply because you made that little Portuguese diver an- gery this morning?” said one of the group. ‘‘T suppose so,’’ replied Clif, thought- fully; ‘‘but it does seem the fellow must have had some other reason than petty revenge and robbery. If so, it’s bound to come out some day.”’ Back in the shadows of the foremast two cadets were crouching. They shiv- _ ered as they heard the last words and as_. they slunk away there ran through their brains in letters of fire: ‘It’s bound to come out.some day!’ © [THE END. | The next Naval Academy novelette by Ensign Clarke Fitch will be entitled: | “Saving a. King; .or, Clif Faradays Brave Deed,” No. 23 Army and Navy. i FOOTBALL. THE NATIONAL WINTER GAME OF AMERICA. QM PL MTGE RIEL PERL GRP PRI PAT PALS TRS GF AE ASA ALL € WHE FOOTBALL, season of ’97 promises to be of greater interest than any of re- cent years. Colleges, schools and local teams are showing every activity and the preliminary practice on the various grid-irons gave early promise of splendid sport. That promise is now in the fair way of fulfillment. Football as a game was adopted from our English cousins, but it is universally con- ceded that American improvements have materially changed it. Games, almost ex- actly similar were played in ancient times. The ball used was cabled the STollis,’?)an inflated pilad det: or (skin, Among the Greeks and Romans football, or ‘‘harpastum,’’ as it was termed by the latter, was a favorite sport. During the early days of Great Britain, Shrove ‘Tues- day was marked by the annual football festival, it being the custom of the young men of the city to go into the fields after dinner and, as an his- torian puts it, ‘‘en- gage in ye sport of balle, by which they deryved much joy.’’ When cricket was introduced football was left to the middle and lower classes. No clubs or code of rules had been formed, and - the sole aim seems to have been to drive the ball through the opposing side’s goal by fair means or foul. Both sexes and all ages took part in it on Shrove Tuesday, and the game was played’so roughly that shutters had to be put up and houses closed in order to prevent damage. This caused the game to fall into bad repute and Shrove Tuesday ‘‘foot- JOHN THISTLEWOOD, Captain Pennsylvania Mil. Col. (By courtesy of Spalding’s Football Guide for 1897.) =~ ball day’’ died out about 1830. years football was only practiced at the great Eng- lish public schools, at which there were, as still, two distinct forms of play. The Rugby game resembles the Roman ‘‘har- pastum’’ and the rough Shrove-tide play, since- seizing and carrying” the ball, charging, and one player’s hold- ing another are freely allowed. Harvard _ intro- duced the game of in 1875, when she played an exhibition game with Yale in the fall of that year. Princeton and many of the Eastern col- leges.. took up the since that time” its. growth in popularity has been steady and. however, if this would have been the case, to nearly as. not the original game, aS; imiported «from ually changed from an indiscriminate con-. test in which head- work counted for little or nothing, to a. game in which head counts for as much as. strength. Its life as. a spectacular attrac- tion was threatened in the early 80’s when the spectators at a. championship game started to leave the J. H. WOLSIEFFER grounds because one Capt. South Jersey fice side, taking advan- tage of the weakness. of the rules, had spent some twenty minutes. killing time by a repetition of plays in which they took no chances of losing the ball by any at- tempt to advance it. This style of play would of _ ten continue until the weaker team had been grad-. ually forced back and compelled to touch for safety, PPX AL FAG For some thirty” Rugby football among” the American colleges: game at once, and» rapid. It is doubtful, — great an extent, Had Canada, been grad~-. . AN ARMY AND NAVY and then only would the stronger side be able to secure the ball and have an opportunity to score. The ‘‘safety’’ of those days counted nothing ex- cept that it forced the side making it to kick off from the twenty-five-yard line. About this time the rules were changed and safeties were made to count, provided no other score was made; but this was of little advantage. All sorts of stories are told of how the five and ten-yard rule came to be devised. - It has been said, among other things, that some devctee of the sport dreamed it out. Be that as it may, its introduction marks an epoch in the game, and did more to bring order out of chaos than any other change that could have been made. It brought what gam- blers call action into the game. The ten-yard loss required to keep possession of the ball had to be in- creased a year or so later to twenty, owing to a lingering tendency on.the part of some teams to kill time; but since that time this disagreeable feature has been almost entirely eliminated. Team play was almost unknown in the early years of the sport. The original off-side rule was such as to make any attempt at interference im- practicable, and so strict that a foul was often granted by the referee if a man who was in front of the ball ran into one of his opponents by accident. Rapid and accurate passing and brilliant individual runs were features of the play of those days. Tackling was necessarily high, as it was the ob- ject of the tackler to prevent the runner from pass- ing the ball, and if possible to wrest it away from him. Sometimes the ball would be passed from one to another of five or six players before its ad- vance was finally checked. High tackling made long runs an every-day occurrence, and it some- times happened that a half-back carried the ball over the line after every man on the opposing team had had a hand on him. As low tackling has come in such runs have become more and 1033 more difficult, and nowadays high tackles and long runs are equally uncommon. It is difficult to understand in these days of pneumatic pads and noseguards how the old-time teams ever played through a game. Their suits: were entirely devoid of anything in the way of padding and afforded less protection than their every-day clothes, as lightness was the principal consideration. In those days, however, the im- pact of man against man was rare, as mass: plays of any description were unknown, and even in tackling the tackler usually took his man from behind or the side, and while a bad spill usually resulted, owing to his taking him high, the chances of injury were less perhaps than the pres- ent low, head on, tackle. Interference began to come in when the off-side rule was changed so that it applied only to the ball and not to the players. It was, however, for a long time entirely unconcerned. When a back got the ball, either from a pass or from a kick, every other player on his side would take the man nearest him and try to keep him from getting near the runner; as they were then as now forbidden to use their hands or - arms, their attempts to do this were not of much. avail. Signals indicating plays had like small be- ginnings. At first certain silent signals were tried, but these were soon discarded for sentences and. exclamations often heard during a gameand of sig- - nificance only when used by the captain. It is less than ten years since in a big game a signal used. by the captain of one team was a certain phrase- which, if followed by an expectoration meant one: play, and if not, another. Soon, however, letters: and numerals came into use, and nowadays the sys- tems invented are so complex that it is difficult for’ the teams that use them to commit them perfectly,, and next to impossible for them to be elucidated. by the opponents. What is known as ‘‘boxing the tackle’’ brought BIEN, Berkeley School. W. M. HIGLEY, Captain Phillips Exeter Academy. (By courtesy of Spalding’s Football Guide for 1897.) Be YOST, West Virginia University, 1034. about the first concerted interference, and since its introduction the advance of this form of offen- sive work has been rapid. With every innovation of this kind as a means of advancing the ball, must come a strengthening of the defense, and so far the result has been an almost equal improvement’ in- both directions, _A theorist on football was responsible for mass plays. They were universally good ground gainers until a proper defense was figured out and there- after, although their ARMY AND NAVY They were not a pleasant feature to the spectators nor to experts from a scientific point of view, and on the other hand they disabled men right and left. The past year is the first in many that a meeting has not been called by the Inter collegiate Football Association to revise the rules. Little by little the present rules have been evolved from the old. set furnished Harvard by the Canadian plays. The gaine is nearing perfection, and while it does not appeal to one who does not understand it to such an extent as the more different combina- tions were nearly al- ways. moderately successful, they were not invincible by any means. A few years ago a graduate of one of tie big Colles es worked out a mass play which on paper looked to be good for ten to twenty open game of the old days, to an expert or one tolerably familiar with it it is full of interest. The spectator to-day, if he belongs to the latter class, can fol- low every , incident of the game. He knows just why the back failed yards whenever a gain was needed, He took the next train to the town in which his college was situated, got hold of the captain and coachers and explained the play. They tried it on the scrub the next day, observing the strict- to gain, what combi- nation of men gave him that last open- ing in ithe: line through which he plunged for a five- yard gain, and why the kick was blocked or not, as the case may be, ‘Heycan see the: poriits) or superiority in the play of "each team est secrecy, and not allowing any one on the grounds. but those actually asso- elated) with’ th} team, It worked like a charm, For a week nothing was talked about among the football squad and coachers but the new trick, and each suc- ceeding day saw it perfected by secret practice. Shortly afterward these men journeyed to a dis- fant city ‘to, See: 4a game between two of their rivals, only to see both of them using the identical formation and to find that the trick that they had looked forward to springing on their opponents would in all probability be turned against them in afuture game. It is probable that the other two teams had been equally certain that they would take their opponents completely by surprise with the play. Tried against a team of equal strength, how- ever, the play did not carry everything before it, and while to stop it was killing work, it could be done. Mass plays were abolished the following year. SSCL CRAIG, Quart NESBITT, Capt. and Half-Back. West Point MILITARY ACADEMY Foor BALL TEAM. (By courtesy of Spalding’s Football Guide for 1897.) and the why and wherefore of every- thing that happens on the field. Perfection of team play has nearly abolished the hard- luck story at the end of the game, and the defeated side of these days is gener- ally willing to ad- mit that the better team won. TRAINING, The following in- terview with the captain of a great English football team will prove in- teresting. He says in reply to certain leading questions: ‘“‘There has been an idea abroad that we doa great deal of training, that we are at it every night, but that is quite a mistake. Our training lasts for one hour a week. We train in the club gymnasium, but we never touch the apparatus—we don our foot- ball clothes, put on gymnasium shoes, and for an hour we practice running up and down, passing and dribbling. That is the extent of the team’s practice together, and after it we have a shower ARMY AND NAVY bath and rub down. We occa- sionally put ina high punt while practisingin the gym- nasium, but we never tackle hard and we cannot scrim- mage, ‘““The modern game is the passing game, and the fact that the whole team, forwards and backs together, know how to give and take a pass, is due to practising passing at full speed, which makes men quick in taking a pass and accurate in giving one. ‘“Of course, a score often depends upon accurate and smart passing, and. practice in the gymnasium trains for- wards to see an opening and to-give a good pass at the right moment. As to the three quarters, they practice with the team in the gymnasium, but as a rule they also practice kicking, running and pass- ing together on the field once a week. Before a big match some of us might go for a five or six mile walk on the other nights of the week, but there is no rule. ‘‘As to dieting, every man pleases himself, but our fellows look after themselves wonderfully well, as everybody knows. Temperence in all things is the unwritten law, but our men eat and drink what they like, and most of them smoke. It is worth noting, however, that we have eight teetotalers in our team, and the rest are all very moderate men. ‘‘T attribute the success of our team to the way in which our men hung together for so long. Prac- tically the same men played together for five sea- sons, and of course we know each other’s play ex- COCHRAN, of Princeton, tremely well. Regular prac- tice, too, in the gymnasium, helped us. to know each other’s play. By using the gymnasium we practise in the warm and are independ- ent of the weather. The prac- tice is regular and efficient; it brings the backs and for- wards into combination, and the power of a forward to supply the link in a passing run often means a score.’? My advice to boys who de- sire to become capable players is to play their best at all times. for; the. sake of | the game and never to put their own personal wishes or fancies ‘before the club. or team. I think football ought to be compulsory at public schools in all cases where the boys are physically fitted for it. The preliminary training in American colleges is based practically on the same plan as outlined above. Each coach naturally has his own ideas in minor details, but they unite in saying that of the two evils, overtraining and undertraining, it is hard to decide which is the worst. ROGERS, of Yale. HINTS FOR BEGINNERS. For the benefit of novices in the game of football the following general description and definitions are given: To begin with, each side ,has eleven men that line up?