The "Blacklisted" Cadet — page 30: what you’re looking at

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—_ — 92 A&A WRIRD RECITAL, BS. dex CAAREER Mais eS A WEIRD RECITAL. ~~ ‘Vou!’ cried Clif Faraday, inarveliug. © : . “Tam Tom,’? nodded and beamed the pretty girl coufrouting Aiuaee | Clif looked astouded, disimaved. This remarkable development i in the eccentricities of the dead Mr. Ward he had uever dreamed of in the wildest flights of his imgination. It would have been something of a responsibility to look after the Tom Clif had pictured; some callow youth, readily placed in the hands of relative, friend or neighbor. But—a eirl! anda girl, as had been proven, with a rare, plucky mind of her own—that was aun entirely different matter. Yet, surely, the naval cadet stood facing ‘‘his a ward,’’ ‘‘his charge,’’? aud Clif waded in a_ distress- ag ing taugle of perplexities. | “What of it??? murmured the latter, sweetlv—so sweetly, and with those big biue eves fixed so stead- fastly and candidly upon him, that Clit felt iiore flustered! than ever. ‘“Well,’? lie sttuimbled—‘‘you see, ‘T'om is a boy’s name.’’ “fOh, mine is Tomasine,’’ ‘fT see.”? “*And they call me Tom for short.’ | SCAT)! 19) ‘ “And—whiy du you ask, Mr. Faraday, for that is your namie, isn’t it?”? ‘Yes, my name is Faraday, adinitted Clif. ‘You B understand, in otlier words, Miss, Miss——”? ‘Oh, To:n!'? assisted the pretty sprite, wath a % careless tunible of her age iC curls, oJ . ‘ - é “sy + - J bares “md - a) . ih * mT , “a t P _ at . Poe Py ms 5 ies ~ i By - 4s: é . ‘ fad ie “x P a a ee o e , 4d ae * at PR, yt ese “Re wa? ws \ ‘- _. & Oo) th * -, oo ev . wr 4 Pee a * wt 'e . ' ee, bas . -. é -~ ¢ 4s 2 be Ps ae) is & ie * “ * an * “tr ae pe - et . '< ; ys ex. ee com ebeoke COR 217% x mM ~ N : r , > > s yd 4 = é ‘ “+ , ™. i a8 ale : - 5 . “ — * : _ » z. ne 7 Ser eet 7 * a* s = * a 7 -, @ . Fis . ati “ se * a - «Ge © i - ” nm > 4g -* a , ” : ; _ 4° « J . . 4 7