s T troy headquarters In the capital St is always possible to pick cp stories of the serv ice. and let it be said that they are not always stories of »ar. Cupid was armed, eves though his weapon was “Sly a bow and Mars tries biadly to Cupld Two of these srtcy tales toad* a listener take the lib erty of asking the right to reproduce, at.d So here they are rm with some slight change oS name, but with no •*•*»» of circumstances I'Ts' lJratcaaM Koiert Emmett Kavansurh *M Ura« wp and down hts narrow quarters •n r. t t.rady. Mich -an. holding * telegram in band. He bad read It twenty times, be* a: etery second turn in bis nervous walk r*--4 It agsln The telegram was dated *'■ *- and this ;s what It aa'd: "Leave Ttvr»day far Florida l scle Frank ill Stay »«4««Mie Karak Iie*m<*d~ l-eut aat Hob Ksvanaugh ar.d Xorah Des nsid engaged, as a few They were to be mar arrvnimods lire superior officers would conwen* to be killed off or die iti ■ - r : a isd thereby give Hob a chance ;•» eajriaia instead of lieutenant before * '* ujtce .4. irfhrial papers The yovnc officer had £i f the mit of bis wajtir.g at about a year Xnr_:_'s gates to rortdi" he muttered to hmuw.f "I ha dr n't seen her for tltrtr weeks ‘! £ * t s-e ‘.eg to send a sergeant ■r~ *n't a very pleasant duty, but f *ou n volunteer. J think Mucss will send yens and yon can stop off on your way back tr-Jta Sfeerr an—it la ” and w "h that the lieutenant grabbed his frier.d by the arm. motioned his prisoner to wai d. and the three went on a half trot u*o tl- office of a hotel across the ■tree* Knvar jgb threw a *1 hi!! before the rWrfc end ordered a room He hurried the aauowipi' f Bacon and the prisoner into the aga*”-m*-ot -m tho second floor. iv. 11: i-igo. id a low mor, as fCm j, ,, c# • *• rfc this man I muir see Nocafe tJetnvond lifce's tiff to Florida Take tfeia r » and don't rail me." and wish that First L^utensn! Robert Km melt Karanaugh stored a mo m into Jack Bacons hand, kolttid hr«-i«k the door, out of the hotel and w u , trailer car In twenty minutes to was • rfc. Scent I>-*n>or.d. who was in the midst af the la»t tears of ;reparation for her Flor ida trt» !t rwet.tr taiau'et non the doorbell of the «af tang «ote*tlf The maid opened It and m rusted Jack Btras. flosfced and fairly be •vde timer’-f “Bob.” be yelled, “your prisoner He kicked open a door Into the and Jumped onto a low roof and rfcea into the alley ! took a abot at him. bwt bus*’.t wten I got down be was clean Kr vaeaugh sank into a chair, bis face -N-esb “ be said, “this means cotirt aad dismissal for me unless I can mri it* :.-aw« jt*a a clean case of neglect «f doty, awful neglect of duty, and old Muggs geese*- hose me any too well, anyway Jt*s ati jp. eewr if ! dr* t ret him. and If I am ktrfcrd out of the army I don't know what III £. | ran t even dig a ditch, though I'd try wCUngty enough for yon But this wont psi rm off. but m be at the train to sar puC by.* and Karanaugh was out of the //aM, tenets” door and down the stairs four steps at a time. Over on Halsted street in a room above a store a pretty, pale girl sat talking to a sol dier in uniform. "It's all up. Polly,” he was saying, “i hit the 'top' sergeant. He deserved It. but 1 was put in arrest and was to be tried, and ft meant two years. I just cut away from a 'cit' whom the officer who had me in tow left me in care of. The officer went to see his girl. I guess he's in love cr he wouldn’t have done such a fool trick. Well. I'm in love, too. Polly dear, but I've got to get out of this as soon as I can get other togs on.” “Oh. this is awful. Jim.'' said the girl, “and you'll be a deserter, too.” "I won't get any more for that than I'd get for the other. 1 don't like the idea any better than you do. I guess the officer will get it harder than I will. It's neglect of duty with him and that'll kick him out of the service. I'm sorry for him. for he isn’t half a bad sort.” Then suddenly changing the subject the sol dier said. "How’s your mother?'* “Better. Jim, but she'd have died if It hadn’t been for Miss Norah Desmond She's an an gel. I had to stop work to nurse mother, and the money gave out and I got sick, and Miss Norah gave us a* nurse and a doctor and did lots else. I think she saved my life, too.” _ “Norah Desmond. Polly? That's the name of the girl the lieutenant I cut from Is to mar ry He'll be disgraced and the girl will suffer. She saved you and your mother, did ‘she. Polly? (let on your things, quick. She leaves for Florida. I know the train. The lieutenant 11 be there. I know that. Hurry, girl.” Lieutenant Robert Emmett Kavanaugh was* kissing Norah Desmond good-by. His face was pale and anxious “I'm afraid It’s all up with me. Norah.” he was saying, “but keep up a good heart.” Just then from behind him came a voice loud and with something of a ring of humor In it “Sir. all are present and accounted for.” Kavanaugh turned like a flash. There stood Private Spencer saluting with his right band, while his left waa bolding that of a very pret ty girl "Spencer, you're a brick," said Kavanaugh. and nothing but army training kept him from flapping his Inferior on the back. 'Til use official friend I have to get you out of your scrape." A year later In pleasant quarters at Fort Grady sat Captain Kavanaugh and his wife. “Norah.” he said. "First Sergeant James Spen cer has applied for a furlough to go to Chicago to get married Shall I approve the applica tion?” “Bob. tr you don't.” said Norah. with her eyes dancing. “I'll get a divorce.” The story of Robert Emmett Kavanaugh and Norah Desmond was told by an ‘‘ancient” just about ready to take his place on the re tired list. The second story of West Point life came from the lips of a stripling soldier who perhaps had recent and keen memories of the matter in band. “Do your duty though the heavens fall.” said the commandant of cadets to the battal ion of stripling soldiers. The commandant had a curious way of mixing his aphorisms, but he meant well. Obedience and devotion to duty are the key notes of the scale of life's harmony at West Point. Billy Lang was a first classman. Billy was a private. He probably would have been a cadet officer if be hadn't been caught the previous winter taking a trip to Cold Spring over the frozen surface of the Hudson. It was in Billy’s “yearling camp" that he met Frances Curtis. Billy Lang was the oldest man in his class and consequently was called “dad.” He was Just under the age limit when he entered and would be within a month of 20 when he grad uated. Now Billy was in love with Frances Curtis. He was sitting with her now under the trees near the camp guard tents. Billy was on guard, though off post for the time being. “Yon see. Miss Curtis," he said, “the second class being on furlough and the 'plebes' not being military enough yet to do duty, we first classmen have to walk post to help the 'year lings' out. When the plebes are turned in to the battalion we will do guard duty only as officers." “It must be hard work, this walking up and down all night long, Mr. Lang," said Frances. but then it's duty and I always did admire a soldier’s devotion to his duty." “Yes, duty is everything. I was always a great stickler for it," answered Billy. “One should always do his duty up to the handle, no matter what direction it takes nor whom the doing of it hits." “I think you are right, Mr. Lang. There's a certain nobility about it that appeals to one." Billy Lang was hugely pleased to find that on the subject of duty Frances Curtis’ ideas coin cided with his own. He changed the subject, however, abruptly "I see that Mr. Jackson is here," he said, looking at Frances in a half curious way “Yes." answered the girl, a touch of color coming Into her cheeks, “he came up on the Powell yesterday and is to stay here until tomorrow Frederick Jackson was a civilian admirer of Miss Curtis. “I'm sorry I'm on guard today. Miss Curtis." said Billy, “for there is a hop tonight in the mess hall, and I can't be there. I shall think of you waltzing while I am walking my dreary post.” “What number are you. Mr. LangT" "Number four." answered Billy. “It's Just back of the commandant's tent and runs par allel to the road lending along the blufT to the hotel. I go on post at taps and walk until midnight. I’ll be there Just at the time the hop is over.” “Hurry up and turn out. first relief." yelled the corporal of the guard, and Billy Lang said i ' / Do/tecf through the ctoo/ a hasty good-by and dug out at double time for the gun rack outside the first guard tent. “It's duty.” he sighed to himself, "a hard duty, hut still duty even If It does take you away from the girl you love.” It was eleven o'clock at night Taps had sounded an hour earlier. Billy Bang was pacing up and down number four between the trunks of the great elms, which, with the sen tinels, guarded the camp. It was the blackest kind of a night. Up on Crow’s Nest mountain and to the northward toward the Catskills Hudson’s crew was playing tenpins. It is a long bowling alley which Old Rip’s friends use when they begin their favorite game. The thunder came nearer and the lightning played overhead. This is a time when the sentinel, with his steel bayonet pointing skyward, feels more nervously apprehensive than when in the face of a human enemy. Patter, patter, patter, the rain began to fall on the leaves of the elms. The sentinels on number four knew that in a minute the gates would be open and then deluge The flickering oil lamp at the south end of the post sent a feeble gleam out into the darkness. Forty yards down the roadway Billy Lang saw someone approaching. “Who comes there?" rang out the challenge. "Friends." came the answer in a man's voice. A flash of lightning lit up the roadway and Billy Lang saw Frederick Jackson and Frances Curtis held motionless by his challenge. At that instant came the fleluge. Umbrellaless' and unprotected In any way stood the young couple, straining their eyes toward a place where they knew was a young fellow with a bayonet-tipped rifle. Billy Lang knew that he could strain a point and let the two pass. Any cadet In the corps would have done it on recognition as certain as his. But Billy was a stickler for duty. He knew his orders “Halt, friends.” he said, and then raising his voice, he yelled. "Corporal of the guard No. 4.” How the rain did come down. Frances Cur tis’ light ball dress was a rag She was chill ed through and she stood holding the arm of her escort and shivering from her light slip pers to the bedraggled rose thtat crowned her hair Frederick Jarkscn was in as bad a plight, though he didn’t allow himself to shiver. “it's my duty. ’ said Billy Lang to himself, “and Frances is a stickier for duty: she'll like me ail the better for it.” The corporal came at last. He allowed the shivering couple to pass on to the hotel He saw the plight they were in. and if he hadn't been a 'yearling' corporal and Billy Lang a first classman h? would have told No 4 that he was an ass for not using a little common sense and allowing the storm-stricken pair to pass. Frederick Jackson left for New York the next morning. When he was relieved from guard Billy Lang called at the hotel. Miss Curtis could not be seen that day She was slightly indisposed The next afternoon Billy Lang received a note. It was in Frances Cur tis' handwriting. It read like this: “A tele gram from New York tells mother that Mr. Jackson is dangerously ill with pneumonia as a result of exposure in the storm. He has no relatives nearer than England. I am a great stickler for duty and so mother and I are Just leaving for New York to nurse Mr Jack son. You will doubtless applaud my course, for you are one of duty's own disciples.” Frances Curtis did not return to West Point that summer. It was late in the fall when the postman one day handed Billy Lang an en velope postmarked New York. It contained wedding cards in which the names or Curtis and Jackson were prominent A yearling corporal stuck his head in the door ''Tomorrow. Lang.” he said, “you are on special duty." "D— n duty.” said Billy. And the officer of the day who was passing "skinned” him for profanity. Couldn’t Stand the Loss ijmc* l*aah Saunders Did Not See M«s War Clear to Selling the Stale Cracker*. “How much are milk crackers a pound. Uncle Isaiah?" the young | daughter of one of hia regular cus tomers asked him one morning. "Wa-al." Uncle Isaiah replied, after some deliberation, "that depends on which lot yon want them out of. If yon want them, over there." pointed to a box on one of the nearest shelves, which showed through Its glass face that It was somewhat leas than a auar ter full of not very fresh-looking bis cuits, "they'll cost you twelve, be cause they cost me ten cents and a half a month ago” He paused persuasively. "But If you want them," and he in dicated with some reluctance a new tin box of crackers in perfect condi tion, "you can have them for ten cents a pound. Crackers went down last week, and them there only cost me eight” 'Til take the fresh ones," the girl ■aid; then, seeing a shadow fall on the face o. the old man. who had been waiting her decision with some anx iety. she cried, “You couldn’t think I would rather pay more for stale crack ers than you are offering me fre-h ones for, now could you. Uncle Isaiah? But I'll take the broken ones If you'll let me have them for ten cents. It really doesn't make much difference to us, and I suppose you want to sell .the stale ones.” The pennies count In tittle old gro cery stores in New England, where the profit ot a year’s often not more I •han tliree or four hundred dollahs. “I can’t let you have them crackers for ten cents, Nellie. Td like to do it, but I can’t." Uncle Isaiah replied, firmly. "They cost me ten cents and a half!" he sighed. "You’d better take the new ones." And Nellie did.—Youth’s Compan ion. Exact Description. "My brother has Just got a snap of a Job." “What Is Itr “Settin* traps." IN LESS STRENUOUS TIMES Explanation of the Difference Be tween Domestic Standards Now Those of Long Ago. In the Woman’s Home Companion there is an interesting presentation of the difference that exists between the domestic standard of young married women of today and those of the past generation. How did the women of the middle class of a generation or two ago manage when they could not keep help? Following is the answer quoted from a Companion editorial: “They lived according to their means; they did not set up impossible standards, and they knew much less about the science of bringing up chil dren. 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