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£RMY AND NAVY He stopped to give his glass another twist, and continued with a yawn: ‘“Haw! the cousin was a queer fellow. He ran away to—aw !—Africa or Iceland when he was a youngster, and had a wild time of it. Then he settled down in Lun’nun, and——”’ ‘What was the queer business he was in?» “Vas. He settled in the town of Ohio and started a shop, don’t you know. Haw! haw! It was deuced comical. I split me sides ever time I think of it, don’t ye know.”’ ‘But the business ?”’ ‘The business? Haw! I forgot what it was, ye know. But it was a blasted pecu- liar thing. Haw!’ | The cadet laughed. ‘‘T am deuced obliged to you for your trouble, don’t ve know,’’ resumed his companion, extracting an elaborate case from his coat. ‘‘Here’s me pasteboard. I—aw—would be delighted to see you again.’? “Thanks. J-haven’t a card with me, but my name is Faraday, Clifford Fara- day, and I am a naval cadet of the new fourth class on board this practice, the Monongahela. We left Annapolis, Mary- land, where our Naval Academy is situ- ated, several weeks ago,.and have .been here in Lisbon three days.”’ Clif read the card. The words, finely engraved, were: ‘J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate, ‘T ondon, Enegland.”’ It was shortly before noon on a July day. The practice ship was riding at anchor in the river off the main landing dock of Lisbon, Portugal. The presence of the old American frigate, which, despite her age, was trim and neat aloft and alow, had at- tracted a number of visitors from the city. The officers of the ship and the naval cadets forming the crew, always gallant and hospitable, had welcomed them heartily, and were showing the vessel. To Clif Faraday’s lot had fallen this exaggerated specimen of the genus Briton, and the cadet’s delight was great. He proceeded to spin yarns that even the proverbial marine would not listen to, American. 1059 but J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate simply looked vacant and said ‘Haw!’ The morning was bright and pleasant, and the crowd of visitors was constantly increasing. The elite of the city had evi- dently selected this day on which to in- spect the ‘‘Yankee’’ practice ship;-as the visitors were altogether of the better class. The broad spar deck was thronged with handsome girls and well-dressed gentle- men. ‘The gay European costumes inter- spersed here and there with the attractive uniforms of the officers and the natty dress of the cadets formed an inspiring scene, A band made up of naval cadets dis- coursed sweet music from a tastefully decorated stand on the quarter-deck. From the spanker-gaff floated the Stars and Stripes resplendent in new bunting. While Clif was reading the inscription on the card given him by the English- man, acadet rather slight of body, and with a delicate, refined face, hurriedly approached him and said in a stage whis- int: “sire’s coming, Clif, alongside.’’ “Who? Not——’? “Yes. It’s the girl. It’s Miss Juanita. She’s got another girl with her.”’ “ihaies,”’. rephed Clif, hurriedly, Turning to J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate, he added: ‘*Please excuse me, sit. I wish to meet a Stiend,”” ‘*Certainly, by all means, deah boy,”’ drawled the Englishman, waving his monocle. ‘‘I am deuced obliged to you for your—aw !—kindness, don’t ye know. Pray consider my rooms ashore your— aw—home. (Glad to see you again, don’t ye know.”’ As Clif hurried toward the gangway something very like a scowl came into J. C-C. Cate’s previously vacant face, and he muttered beneath his breath: ‘“Miss Windom coming aboard here? And she knows this young cub of an What complications will this She’s in a boat lead to??? CHAPTER Rit. SAVING A KING. Clif reached the gangway ladder just as oO COmicloo <S CO