Dick Prescott's First Year at West Point; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray

or the reading of Greg's note. Then

trating a poor-spirited joke under the g

clearly that be had m

ardon, sir,"

t," went on the cadet officer dryly, "but I

enture to answer. He stood rigidly at atten

wards now held in his

SUPERINT

STATES MILIT

as a cadet in the United States Military Academy, the sam

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t, Mr. Holmes?" questioned the cadet lieut

r," repl

mile played about the corners of his mouth. "I presume that two or three dozen, at least, of the same sort have bee

, s

nt to send this letter in to the superintendent, then I think it will be the best thing you can do; for if you still persist

id. Greg paled under

tter," continued Mr. Edwards, "you hav

cadet lieutenant ceased talking, but r

replied M

e that let

ant handed it bac

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h it, Mr

ter at once in the way

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into small bits, turning and tossing them into his was

s official tone and manner. "Now, mister, will it do you any goo

ir, if you will be good enough,"

corner of Greg's desk, "the homesickness that has hit you touches every other man who comes here. It's

ent for a plebe is believed to be necessary here. Grant got it; so did Sherman; so did Sheridan. George

ortance in the nation. I don't know anything about that, and I don't care about it, either, mister. From the moment you start in at West Point, you start your life all over again, and you stand on nothing but your own merits. We don't know how much merit you have, and we shan't know until you've gone through with your ple

d to Cadet Prescott with a look that made

y a joke with an upper class man. If there's one thing, mister, that gets a plebe i

d to his feet, resuming all the dignifie

eg stood once more at

ed on his heel a

e lieutenant's retreating footsteps.

about a call down over a bit of ordinary b.j.-ety. I was scorched and wi

d Cadet Dick heartily. "Now, Greg, you won't

ss and melancholy!" muttere

ogging," smiled Dick curiously, "I'll let you int

ped Cadet H

read it through six times before

t to the superinte

ne to whom it was addressed," laughed Cadet Prescott. "Now, look here, Greg. Admit that you were a prize simplet

ttitude that both poor young

here hotfoot," ran on Prescott glibly. "Greg, y

hief of the General Staf

e amount to as much as the fellow I'

point to the Academy?" as

d Greg, again

d the other Se

and 'fessed out' cold (failed badly)

r's alternate!"

I remember," Gr

her you nor I ever knew. Spoon

Gridley?" demanded C

Bert's physician wired the War Department that the young fellow was ill, though the illness would not delay him more than a few days. So Bert was given a brief grace. Well, sir, I've just l

llow will pass," cri

ol at his studies. He spent more than three years at Gridley High School, and since then has had a school y

comrade!" sighed Greg disgustedly, as