The Argosy — page 180: what you’re looking at

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166 Edina. “What am I to do this morning, Charley?” “* Copy that last exercise over again, lad. It was so badly written yesterday I could not read it.” Alfred’s pen went scratching over the copy-book. Charles remained at the window, deep in thought. He had no more wish to be living on his mother than any other good son has; but he did not see where he could go, or what he could do. The doubt had lain on his mind during these recent days more than was agreeable for its peace. His whole heart was set upon a commission; but in truth he did not feel much more sanguine of obtaining one than Edina seemed to feel. He wished he was something—wished it there as he stood. Anything rather than be in this same helpless position. Wished he was a doctor, like Frank ; or a banker, like that wretch, George Atkinson ; or a bar- rister, like that other wretch, Stane. Had he been brought up to one of these callings he should at least have a profession before him. As it was, he felt incapable: he was fit for nothing; knew nothing. If he could get a commission given to him, he should be on his legs at once ; and ¢hat required no special training. But for Charles Raynor’s inexperience he might have found that a candidate for a commission in the army does require a special training now. In his father’s young days the case was otherwise. The Major had been very fond. of talking of those days; Charles had thence gathered his impressions, and they remained with him. Yes, he said to himself, making a final score on the window pane, he must get the commission; and the sooner the better. Not to lose time, he thought it might be well to see about it at once. An old acquaintance of his father’s, one Colonel Cockburn, had (as Charles was wont to put it to himself) some interest in high quarters; his brother, Sir James Cockburn, being one of the Lords of the Admiralty. Of course, reasoned Charles, Sir James must be quite able to give away posts indiscriminately in the army as well as the navy; and it was not likely he would refuse one to his brother, if the latter asked for it. So if he, Charles, could but get Colonel Cockburn to ask, the affair was done. “ Are you going out?” questioned Alfred, as Charles began to brush his coat and hat. “Yes, I am going to see Colonel Cockburn,” was the reply. ‘No good putting it off longer. When you have finished copying that exercise, youngster, you can do another. And mind you stick at it: don’t go worrying the mother.” Away went Charles, on the top of the first passing omnibus. Colonel. Cockburn’s club was the Army and Navy. Charles possessed no other address of his; and to that building he found his way, and i entered. comichooks.com