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Chapter 15. A Disagreeable First Classman |
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_ CHAPTER XV. A DISAGREEABLE FIRST CLASSMAN The hop that night was one of the happiest occasions Dave had ever known, yet it was destined to result in trouble for him. Midshipman Treadwell, of the first class, caught sight of Belle as she entered the gym at Dave Darrin's side. With Treadwell it happened to be one of those violent though unusually silly affairs known as "love at first sight." As for Belle, she was not likely to have eyes for anyone in particular, save Dave. Treadwell, who had come alone, and who was not to be overburdened with dances, went after Dave as soon as that youngster left Belle for the first time. "Mighty sweet looking girl you have with you, Darry," observed the first classman, though he took pains not to betray too much enthusiasm. "Right!" nodded Dave. "You'll present me, won't you?" "Assuredly, as soon as I come back. I have a little commission to attend to." "And you might be extremely kind, Darry, and write me down for a couple of numbers on Miss----" "Miss Meade is the young lady's name." "Then delight me by writing down a couple of reservations for me on Miss Meade's card." Darrin's face clouded slightly. "I'd like to, Treadwell, but the card is pretty crowded, and some other fellows--" "One dance, anyway, then." "I will, then, if there's a space to be left, and if Miss Meade is agreeable," promised Dave, as he hurried away. Two minutes later, when he returned, looking very handsome, indeed, in his short-waisted, gold-laced dress coat, Dave felt his arm touched. "I'm waiting for you to keep your engagement with me," Midshipman Treadwell murmured. "Come along; I shall be delighted to present you to Miss Meade." Since every midshipman is granted to be a gentleman, midshipman etiquette does not require that the lady be consulted about the introduction. "Miss Meade," began Dave, bowing before his sweetheart, "I wish to present Mr. Treadwell" Belle's greeting was easy. Treadwell, gazing intensely into her eyes, exchanged a few commonplaces. Belle, entirely at her ease, did not appear to be affected by the battery of Mr. Treadwell's gaze. Then good breeding required that the first classman make another bow and stroll away. As he left, Treadwell murmured in Dare's ear: "Don't forget that dance, Darry! Two if there is any show." Midshipman Darrin nodded slightly. As he turned to Belle, that young lady demanded lightly: "Is that pirate one of your friends, Dave?" "Not more so than any other comrades in the brigade," Darrin answered. "Why?" "Nothing, only I saw you two speaking together a little while ago----" "That was when he was asking me to present him." "Then, after you left him," continued Belle, in a low voice, "Mr. Treadwell scowled after you as though he could have demolished you." "Why, I've no doubt Mr. Treadwell is very jealous of me," laughed Damn happily. "Why shouldn't he be? By the way, will you let me see your dance card? Mr. Treadwell asked me to write his name down for one or two dances." "Please don't," begged Belle suddenly, gripping her dance card tightly. "I hope you don't mind, Dave," she added in a whisper, "but I've taken just a shadow of a dislike to Mr. Treadwell, after the way that he scowled after you. I--I really don't want to dance with him." Dave could only bow, which he did. Then other midshipmen were presented. Belle's card was quickly filled, without the appearance of Midshipman Treadwell's name on it. The orchestra struck up. Dave danced the first two numbers with Belle, moving through a dream of happiness as he felt her waist against his arm, one of her hands resting on his shoulder. The second dance was a repetition of Dave's pleasure. Then Dave and Dan exchanged partners for two more dances. After their first dance, a waltz, Dave led Laura to a seat. "Will you get me a glass of water, Dave?" Laura asked, fanning herself. As Dave hastened away he felt, once more, a light, detaining touch. "Darry, did you save those two dances for me with Miss Meade?" asked Treadwell. "Oh, I'm sorry," Dave replied. "But there had been many other applicants. By the time that Miss Meade's card was filled there were many disappointed ones." "And I'm one of them?" demanded Mr. Treadwell. "Very sorry," replied Darrin regretfully, "but you were one of the left-over ones." "Very good, sir," replied Treadwell coldly, and moved away. "Now, I'll wager anything that Treadwell is sore with me," murmured Dave to himself. "However, Belle is the one to be pleased." It was a particularly gay and pleasant hop. When it was over Dave and Dan escorted the girls and Mrs. Meade back to the hotel. The little room in Bancroft Hall seemed especially small and dingy to the returning midshipmen. Especially was Dan Dalzell in the blues. Though he had been outwardly gay with the girls, he now suffered a re-action. Dave, too, shivered for his friend. Mrs. Meade and the girls returned by an early morning train, so the two chums did not see the girls again during that visit. On Sunday, Dave went at his books with a dogged air, after morning chapel and dinner. "I suppose this is the last day of study for me here," grimaced Dan, "so I mean to make the most of the pleasure." "Nonsense," retorted Darrin heartily; "you'll finish out this year, and then have two more solid years of study here ahead of you." "Cut it!" begged Dan dolefully. "Don't try to jolly me along like that." "You're down in the dumps, just now, Danny boy," smiled Darrin wistfully. "Just bombard the Board with rapid-fire talk to-morrow, and you'll pull through all right." Dan sighed, then went on with his half-hearted study. Later in the afternoon Dave, feeling the need of fresh air, closed his books. "Come for a walk, Danny boy?" "Don't dare to," replied Dalzell morosely. So, though Darrin went out, he resolved not to remain long away from his moody chum. Outside, on one of the cement walks, Dave turned toward Flirtation Walk. It seemed the best surrounding in which to think of Belle. "Mr. Darrin!" called a voice. Dave turned, to behold Mr. Treadwell coming at a fast stride with a scowl on his face. "That was a dirty trick you played me last night, Mr. Darrin!" cried the first classman angrily. "What?" gasped Dave, astonished, for this was not in line with the usual conversation of midshipmen. "You know well enough what I mean," cried Treadwell angrily. "You spiked my only chance to dance with Miss Meade." "You're wrong there," retorted Dave coldly and truthfully "I didn't." "Then how did it happen?" "I can't discuss that with you," Darrin rejoined. "I didn't make any effort, though, to spoil your chance of a dance with the young lady." "Mr. Darrin, I don't choose to believe you, sir!" Dave's face went crimson, then pale. "Do you realize what you're saying, Mr. Treadwell?" "Of course"--sneeringly. "Are you trying to pick trouble with me!" demanded Dave, his eyes flashing with spirit. "I repeat that I don't choose to believe your explanation, sir." "Then you pass me the lie?" "As you prefer to consider it," jeered the first classman. "Oh, very good, then, Mr. Treadwell," retorted Dave, eyeing the first classman and sizing him up. Treadwell was one of the biggest men, physically, in the brigade. He was also one of the noted fighters of his class. Beside Treadwell, Midshipman Darrin did not size up at all advantageously. "If you do not retract what you just said," pursued Dave Darrin, growing cooler now that he realized the deliberate nature of the affront that had been put upon him, "I shall have no choice but to send my friends to you." "Delighted to see them, at any time," replied the first classman, turning disdainfully upon his heel and strolling away. "Now, why on earth does that fellow deliberately pick a fight with me?" wondered Darrin, as he strolled along by himself. "Treadwell can thump me. He can knock me clean down the Bay and into the Atlantic Ocean, but what credit is there in it for a first classman to thrash a youngster?" It was too big a puzzle. After thinking it over for some time Dave turned and strolled back to Bancroft Hall. "You didn't stay out long!" remarked Dan, looking up with a weary smile as his chum re-entered their room. "No," admitted Dave. "There wasn't much fun in being out alone." With a sigh, Dan turned back to his book, while Dave seated himself at his own study table, in a brown daze. Things were happening fast--Dan's impending "bilge" from the Naval Academy, and his own coming fight with the first classman who would be sure to make it a "blood fight"! _ |
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