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Chapter 19. The Officer In Charge Is Shocked |
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_ CHAPTER XIX. THE OFFICER IN CHARGE IS SHOCKED Through the main entrance of Bancroft Hall, into the stately corridor, Lieutenant Willow picked his way. He looked solemn--unusually so, even for Lieutenant Willow, U.S.N. He had the air of a man who hates to do his duty, but who is convinced that the heavens would fall if he didn't. To his left he turned, acknowledging smartly the crisp salute given him by the midshipman assistant officer of the day. Into the outer office of the officer in charge stepped Mr. Willow, and thence on into the smaller room where Lieutenant-Commander Stearns sat reading. "Oh, good evening, Willow," hailed Lieut. Stearns heartily. "Good evening, Stearns," was the almost moody reply. "Sit down and let's have a chat I'm glad to see you," urged Lieutenant-Commander Stearns. Mr. Stearns, he of the round, jovial face, gazed at his junior with twinkling eyes. "Willow," he muttered, "I'm half inclined to believe that you've come to me to make an official report." "I guess I have," nodded Lieutenant Willow. "And against some unfortunate midshipman, at that!" "Against two, at least," sighed Mr. Willow, "and there were others involved in the affair." "It must be something fearful," said Mr. Stearns, who knew the junior officer's inclination to be duty-mad. "But, see here, if you make an official report you'll force me to take action, even though it's something that I'd secretly slap a midshipman on the shoulder for doing. No--don't begin to talk yet, Willow. Try a cigar and then tell me, personally, what's worrying you. Then perhaps it won't be altogether needful to make an official report." "I never was able to take you--er--somewhat jovial views of an officer's duty, Stearns," sighed Lieutenant Willow. Nevertheless, he selected a cigar, bit off the end, lighted it and took a few whiffs, Lieutenant-Commander Stearns all the while regarding his comrade in arms with twinkling eyes. "Now, fire ahead, Willow," urged the officer in charge, "but please don't make your communication an official one--not at first. Fire ahead, now, Willow." "Well--er--just between ourselves," continued Lieutenant Willow slowly, "there has been a fight to-night between two midshipmen." "No!" Lieutenant-Commander Stearns struck his fist rather heavily against the desk. "A fight--a real fight--with fists?" continued the officer in charge, in a tone of mock incredulity. "No, no, no, Willow, you don't mean it--you can't mean it!" "Yes, I do," rejoined the junior officer rather stiffly. "Oh, dear, what is the service coming to?" gasped Stearns ironically. "Why, Willow, we never heard of such things when we were midshipmen here. Now, did we?" "I'm afraid we did--sometimes," admitted the junior officer. "But duty is duty, you know, my dear Stearns. And this was an unusual fight, too. The man who was whipped insisted on another fight right then and there, and--he won the second fight." "Bully!" chuckled the officer in charge. "Whew, but I wish I had been there!" "Stearns, you surely don't mean that?" gasped duty-mad Mr. Willow. "You're quite right, Willow. No; I certainly don't want to be a spoilsport, and I'm glad I wasn't there--in my official capacity. But I'd like to have been divested of my rank for just an hour so that I could have taken in such a scene as that." "I'm--I'm just a bit astonished at your saying it, Stearns," rejoined Lieutenant Willow. "But then, you're always joking." "Perhaps I am joking," assented the officer in charge dryly, "but I never lose sight of the fact that our Navy has been built up, at huge expense, as a great fighting machine. Now, Willow, it takes fighting men to run a fighting machine. Of course, I'm terribly shocked to know that two midshipmen really had the grit to fight--but who were they! Mind you, I'm not asking you in an official way. This question is purely personal--just between ourselves. Who were the men? And, especially, who was the fellow who lost the decision, and then had the utter effrontery to demand a second chance at once, only to win the second fight?" "Darrin was the man who lost the first fight and won the second," replied Lieutenant Willow. "Mr. Darrin? One of our youngsters! Yes; I think I know him. And what man of his class did he whip, the second time he tried!" "It wasn't a man of his own class. It was Mr. Treadwell, of the first class," rejoined Lieutenant Willow. "What?" almost exploded the officer in charge. "Did you say that Mr. Darrin fought with Mr. Treadwell, that husky top classman, and, losing the decision on the count, insisted on fighting again the same evening? Oh, say, what a fellow misses by being cooped up in an office like this!" "But--but the breach of regulations!" stammered the duty-mad lieutenant. "My dear fellow, neither you nor I know anything about this fight--officially. The Navy, after all, is a fighting machine. Do you feel that the Navy can afford to lose a fighting man like that youngster?" So Lieutenant Willow left Lieutenant-Commander Stearns' presence, not quite convinced he was performing his whole duty, but glad to bow to the decision of a ranking officer. Two days later Dave and Dan were surprised at being halted by Lieutenant-Commander Stearns. "Good afternoon, Mr. Darrin," came the pleasant greeting. "Good afternoon, Mr. Dalzell. Mrs. Stearns and I would be greatly pleased if you could take dinner with us. Couldn't you come next Sunday?" The two midshipmen were astonished and delighted at this invitation. While it was not uncommon for officers to invite midshipmen to their homes, where there were so many midshipmen, it was as a rule only the young men who made themselves prominent socially who captured these coveted invitations. Darrin and Dalzell concealed their surprise, but expressed their pleasure in accepting the gracious invitation. On entering Mrs. Stearns' drawing room the next Sunday Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell were introduced to two pretty girls. Miss Flora Gentle was a cousin of their hostess. She had visited Annapolis before, and, being pretty and vivacious, at the same time kind and considerate, she had many friends among the midshipmen. Marian Stevens, who had accompanied her on this visit, was a direct contrast. Flora was blonde. Marian was the dark, flashing type. She was spoiled and imperious, yet she had a dashing, open way about her that made her a favorite among young people. The two girls had heard of the double fight. Marian, therefore, was pleased when she found that Dave was to be her dinner partner. "He's handsome," thought the girl, "and he's brave and dashing. He'll make his mark in the Navy. He doesn't know it yet, but he'll become mine, and mine alone." Miss Stevens was a calculating young person, and had already decided that Navy life was the life for her and that she would marry into it. At seventeen, she looked upon the officers as old men, even the youngest of them, so was giving her time and her smiles to the midshipmen. That the Navy pay is small did not trouble Maid Marian, as she liked to be called, as on her twenty-first birthday she would come into a considerable fortune of her own. She exerted herself all through the Stearns' dinner to captivate Dave Darrin. He, without diminution of love and loyalty to Belle Mead, was glad to be on friendly terms with this dashing and sprightly girl. Coffee was served in the drawing room. Several officers dropped in. Marian, who wished no one to come between her and Dave for a while, turned to her host. "Mr. Stearns, do the regulations make it improper for Flora and me to ask Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell to take us for a stroll about the yard?" she asked with a pretty air of deference. The "yard" includes all the grounds belonging to the Naval Academy. "They do not, Miss Marian," was the smiling response. "With our hostess's approval we shall be charmed to grant any request the young ladies make," ventured Dave, as Marian smiled into his eyes. But Marian, the wily and experienced, found herself baffled during this walk. Using all her cajoleries, she could bring him to a certain point beyond which he would not go. As a matter of fact, Dave Darrin, secure in his loyalty to Belle, did not perceive what Maid Marian was striving to lead up to, but saw in her only a lively and interesting girl. "I'll get you yet, Midshipman Darrin," she vowed to herself after they had parted. The gossip of a sweetheart in his home town which in time reached her ears only made the girl more determined to get her way. Looking in the mirror with satisfaction, she murmured: "There'll be the added zest of making Midshipman Darrin forget the distant face of that home girl." Not on that visit did Maid Marian succeed in leading Dave beyond the point of simple but sincere friendship. However, Miss Stevens could be charming to whomsoever she wished, and before she left Annapolis she had secured invitations to visit the wife of more than one of the officers. _ |
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