"If you"re to be a gallant Army officer," she teased, "you must learn to do this sort of thing gracefully."
Blushing, d.i.c.k did his best. Then the young people went out.
d.i.c.k helped his companion into the car, then seated himself beside her.
"We"re going to pick up Dave and Belle," Laura explained, as the car moved swiftly away. "Then we"ll all go in together."
One fellow had beaten them to the cla.s.s ball, and that fellow was Tom Reade. How he ever did it no one will be able to guess, but Tom flew home, got into his best, and had reached the ball before these young people appeared on the scene.
The happy young candidates-elect went with their companions to the cloak room. Then, Laura on d.i.c.k"s arm, and Belle clinging to Dave, the two couples entered the ballroom. The strains of a waltz were floating out. Abruptly the music ceased in the middle of the air, for Reade, standing beside the director, had motioned him to cease playing.
"Cla.s.smates and friends!" bellowed Reade, "it is my proud opportunity to-night to be able to be the first to announce to you some wonderful good news. To-day d.i.c.k Prescott, of ours, defeated all other compet.i.tors, and has secured the appointment from this district to the United States Military Academy!"
"Wow! Whoop!" That announcement had them all going. There was one tremendous, increasing din of noise. But Tom, jumping up and down, waving both arms and scowling fiercely, finally secured silence.
"Who"s doing this announcing?" he demanded. "Who"s master of ceremonies, if I am not. You just wait---all of you! I"ll give you the cue when to turn the noise-works loose. As I just stated, it"s d.i.c.k for West Point, but or, and---it"s Dave Darrin for Annapolis at the same time. Yes, Dave is going to represent this district at Annapolis!"
The musicians were on their feet by this time. All with a rush the sweet, proud strains rang out:
_"My country, "tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing!"_
Instantly all stood at attention, the young men all over the hail holding themselves with especial erectness. Not a voice was heard until the good old refrain was through. To the two happy chums "America" had a newer, stronger meaning. The spirited air came to them with a new meaning that had never been plain before.
d.i.c.k felt the tears in his eyes. Foolish, o course, but he couldn"t help it! And choky Dave furtively wished that he dared reach for his handkerchief with all those hundreds of eyes turned on him.
As the music came to an end the High School boys filled their lungs for a mighty cheer. Quick as a flash, however, the leader of the orchestra tapped his baton, then swung it once more, and the instruments leaped on into:
"_Columbia, the gem of the ocean_!"
That was for the Navy, of course, and one didn"t have to keep quiet, either. Words of the song, and cheers, mingled with the musicians" strains.
And then it wound up in a cheer and a mad rush of yelling that must have been heard for a mile.
An impromptu reception and hand shaking followed, but to d.i.c.k and Dave, and their partners, it had more the look of a mob.
It was a joyous and big-hearted mob, though, and in time it quieted down. After a very long interruption the dancing started again, and d.i.c.k and Dave were able to whirl away with their partners.
As the next dance after that, started there was a sudden halt by many of the couples, and soon a roar of laughter ascended.
For the orchestra had chosen, as the air, "The Girl I Left Behind Me."
This air will always be a.s.sociated with the United Service---the Army and Navy. It is a rollicking, jolly, spirited old tune, as it needs must be for "The Girl I Left Behind Me" is the tune that is played when the country"s defenders, in war time, are marching away for the front, after just having said the last goodbye to mother, sister and sweetheart.
Just now, however, the old air had none of the tragic connected with it. It was all in the spirit of fun. Laura, blushing furiously, and Belle striving to appear wholly unconscious, but striving too hard, lent all the more merriment to the moment.
"It"s that confounded old idiot, Tom Reade," muttered Dave to his partner. "I wonder how many more such tricks he knows!"
Presently came "The Army Lancers," and that brought out a right royal good cheer. Two numbers after that, came "A Life on the Ocean Wave," and more cheers.
It was after three in the morning when the gay affair broke up.
But who cared for that? Cla.s.s b.a.l.l.s come but once a year.
Right after "Home, Sweet Home," which wound up the ball, the orchestra added a number, "The Star Spangled Banner."
Both d.i.c.k and Dave reached home pretty thoroughly tired out, after having seen their girl friends home. Neither boy rose much before noon the day following.
d.i.c.k and Dave remained enrolled at High School until the Christmas Holidays, then dropped out, having ended the term.
Each boy had other studies with which he wished to busy himself---studies that would have a direct bearing on the stiff entrance examinations at West Point and Annapolis. The rest of their time, until they reported at their respective National Academies, they intended to devote to these other studies to make doubly sure of their success.
d.i.c.k"s notification from the Secretary of War arrived on Christmas morning.
"The grandest Christmas present. I ever had!" muttered d.i.c.k, gazing at the single sheet, the words on which were couched in stiff official language.
Dave Darrin fumed a good deal, for it was nearly a month later before he received his notification from the Secretary of the Navy. It came at last, however, and Darrin knew what postponed happiness means.
CHAPTER XXII
The Message from the Unknown
With the Christmas holidays Phin Drayne came home, to stay so far as school was concerned.
After his unhappy experience at the Fordham Military Inst.i.tute, Phin had found things almost as unpleasant at Wilburville Academy.
For some reason the boys at Wilburville hadn"t taken to him.
Phin had come to the conclusion that he wasn"t appreciated anywhere save at home, so back he came, disgusted with the idea of carrying his education any further.
As a natural sequence, Drayne took to lounging about the streets.
High School boys and girls no longer paid any heed to him, so he did not fear slight or insult.
Two nights in every week d.i.c.k and Dave went faithfully to the High School gym. to help Mr. Morton with the new evening cla.s.ses in training.
One afternoon Prescott and Darrin encountered good old Dr. Thornton, the princ.i.p.al, who asked them how they were coming along.
"We"re pretty busy," d.i.c.k admitted. "Still, it does seem rather hard to us not to be connected with the High School any more."
"Why, you are with us yet, and of us!" cried the princ.i.p.al. "I carry your names on the rolls, with "excused" written against your names. If you don"t believe that you"re still of my High School boys, then drop in any day and take your places, for an hour, or as long as you please, at your old desks. You will find them still reserved for you."
"Now, isn"t that mighty decent of old Prin.!" demanded Dave, after the two chums had thanked Dr. Thornton, and had gone on their way. "So we still belong to old Gridley High School?"
"We always shall, I reckon," declared d.i.c.k. "Gridley High School has done everything for us, and has given us our start and most of our pleasures in life."
"I"m going to drop in, one of these January days," murmured Dave.
"And so am I. But," added d.i.c.k, with a smile, "don"t let us be indiscreet and be roped into going into a recitation. We"ll find the cla.s.s has been moving ahead while we"ve been boning over West Point and Annapolis requirements."
"At all events, none of them ought to be ahead of us when we"ve gone four years further," contended Dave. "At West Point or Annapolis we have to grind in a way that is never required of mere college men. We ought to be miles ahead of any fellow who has just finished at High School and then has put in four years only at college."