Dick Prescotts's Fourth Year at West Point / Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps

ive temperament, good judgment and bl

in time for parade," Miss Meade interposed. "Anyway, there's far more about this matter than we c

t surel

get there, and be prepared for a long evening. Now, hurry to your te

as related in the Annapolis Series, Belle had by this time a very considerable kn

g his campaign hat to the other hand and fe

him that the President of the United States couldn't, if he

Greg, gratitude wel

love, don't you, Laura?

quickly, flus

e" to Prescott, for they were old friends, and Be

ick had been schoolboy and schoolgirl sweethearts, after a

rstand, and thin

h the sudden dou

merchant back in Gridley, had been ar

ldn't, when the dear old fellow is in such a scrape? And I'll deli

ctantly at Laura's mother, who no

his chum, whose heart he succeeded in gladdening somewhat

ick saw them almost instantly, and his heart bounded within him. It was Laura's mute message of sympathy and hope to him!

he field again, however, Dick's

est Point as anything but a graduate and an officer, I shall have to start life all over again. It will t

entrance. Cadets Jordan and Douglass made their appearance. Jordan had obtained offici

oony femme (pretty gir

ar. "You don't happen

ss Bentley, and the

Bentley's mother," re

obbed Jordan, his ey

hat luck! Presen

had a bad memory, piloted his clas

s," greeted Douglass

shed manner. "Mrs. B

permit me to present

Jord

arest, bowed and

uglass," she answered coldly, "my apologies

he name again,

hing her hand away ere

d by rear views of two shapely pairs of young shoulders, while Mrs. Bentley

and very red in the face, stiffly r

?" gasped Jordan, struck all in

ouglass

contritely, "I'm the gr

Dick's enemy. "But what

an, you--y

Miss B

he's Presc

other cadet, starin

ac

ott's-

es

ott has no business with

the fact will prevent

t!" cried Jordan suddenly, w

do you

led Jordan, suddenl

breath, he chu

for a misfit like Prescott. Well, he won't be in the uniform much longer. I won't lose

oud, he

to remember Miss Be

red Cadet Doug

ried Jordan al

ed I don't know what I'm doing or saying. The

nd was now running riot, not only with plans to drive Dick Presc

a post in the veranda structure. "Don't take me to your sister

ically. "You need it. Didn't you kno

you come to think of it, to remember the girls of so many

Bentley assented to their going around to the north side of the po

d an adventure, Di

es

as Laura's quick cry that saved me, just in the n

xperience, and the discomfiture

eg Holmes. "I'll bet he never thought unti

?" demanded

ootball terms altogether too often. But I'm

hing about the fellow Jordan, and so

me to be imposed. Prescott did not, however, tell his feminine vi

appen?" asked L

protested Dick with warmth, "but I haven't told Greg or an

nding, she felt more than a little hur

s. All three tried to make it quite plain to Dick Prescott that no amount, or consequence, of la

etween the hotel and cadet barracks. Dick, of course, walked with Laura

gateway through the shrubbery

egan Laura

the young c

begged Laura, her eyes big and earnest, "don't let their act

plied firmly, "if I am shown that my presence in the Army is

r keen pang of disap

er Dick Prescott was not anywhere near

her head on a pillow that

n infantry practice march, Laura, her mother and