Argosy, Vol. 85, No. 3 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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A SOLDIER’S HONOR. United States, that I loved you, and wanted you to marry me _ to-morrow. And you know when I beat off that wolf, it made me think that—”’ “That I was your pet calf.” Sheila’s tears were banished by her laughter. Bronson was crestfallen. ‘I wasn’t thinking to insult you any, only—I can’t tell a story the way it ought to be.” “YT shouldn’t have laughed. That’s the trouble with us that are Irish; we laugh most of the time, and sometimes at the wrong time.” | “But I guess you were laughing at 419 something funny then; it: must be funny to hear me tell you that I love you.” “Funny? Do you ‘suppose old Mrs. Calf thought it was funny when you half dragged her home after killing the wolves? Don’t you remember that song we heard the other night, ‘When the right man comes along’?”’ Sheila lifted her face to Bronson’s, her eyes glowing with light. | ‘You mean?” he asked wonderingly. ‘““T mean, O Wolfer, that we'll go to dinner, and then I’ll have to pack — if we're going away to-morrow night.” YY Captain 5.5. Harrington Author of “Breaking Into West Point,” “Rosalind and the Forty Thieves,’ ete. _ CHAPTER I. A MANUFACTURED BRIDEGROOM. EST POINT and _ Forty-Second Street! An hour and a half by train; two separate worlds in ideals and tradi- tions. ) The motto of West Point is, ‘“‘ Honor, Valor, Country!” Forty-Second Street has many slogans, but none of them is just like that. Neither is “‘ Early to bed, and early to rise.” At West Point, reveille has long since sounded, and the work of the day Is on at full swing before Forty-Second Street has awakened to much more show of life than the rumbling of the morning milk-carts. As to being “ Healthy, wealthy, and wise,”’ well, maybe West Point scores on the first count; but when it somes to gathering in the mazuma, or proving up as wise guys, where have the soldier boys got even a look-in? To tell the truth, they rate in the eyes of Forty-Second Street as little better than a bunch of come-ons. Take, for instance, the case of Cadet Kerr Mosely and Miss Queenie Sinclair. This Kerr Mosely, mind you, too, was rated as “ some pumpkins ” in the corps. 1OOOLK C© inn