Produced by MWS, Craig Kirkwood, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) Transcriberâs Notes: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_) and ^{} encloses superscripted material. Additional Transcriberâs Notes are at the end. * * * * * Ralph Osborn--Midshipman at Annapolis * * * * * [Illustration: âYou did well, sirâ] Ralph Osborn--Midshipman at Annapolis _A STORY OF LIFE AT THE U. S. NAVAL ACADEMY_ By LIEUT. COMMANDER EDWARD L. BEACH, U. S. NAVY _Author of âAn Annapolis Youngster,â etc._ ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK T. MERRILL [Illustration] W. A. WILDE COMPANY BOSTON CHICAGO * * * * * _Copyrighted, 1909_ BY W. A. WILDE COMPANY _All rights reserved_ RALPH OSBORN--MIDSHIPMAN AT ANNAPOLIS PREFACE The purpose of this story is to bring before the American youth who read it a correct portrayal of midshipman life at Annapolis, to bring out in story form the routine of drills, studies and customs of our Naval Academy, the discipline there undergone by American midshipmen and the environment in which they live and which controls them from the time they enter. âThe Osborn Demonstrationâ of the Pythagorean problem may not be new. It hardly seems reasonable that such a simple solving of this ancient problem should be discovered at this late date. However, it is certainly shorter and more graphic than any given in present day geometry text-books. Some search has been made, but up to the present no evidence has been found showing previous knowledge of this method of demonstration. Should this story create any interest in Ralph Osborn and his friends it may here be stated that they have all lived. They were not the first nor will they be the last to have trials and triumphs at Annapolis. EDWARD LATIMER BEACH, _Lieutenant-Commander, United States Navy_. _United States Ship Montana._ CONTENTS I. A COMPETITIVE EXAMINATION FOR THE NAVAL ACADEMY 11 II. MR. THOMAS G. SHORT AND HIS MAN 21 III. SHORTâS METHOD OF PASSING AN EXAMINATION 33 IV. SHORTâS NAVAL CAREER IS SHORT 44 V. HIMSKIHUMSKONSKI 55 VI. THE SUMMER PRACTICE CRUISE BEGINS 65 VII. MAN OVERBOARD 76 VIII. BOLLUPâS WATCH IN A QUEER PLACE 88 IX. âINDIGNANT FOURTH CLASSMANâ 101 X. âTHE OSBORN DEMONSTRATIONâ 113 XI. THIRD CLASSMAN OSBORN 122 XII. CHIEF WATER TENDER HESTER 132 XIII. OILER COLLINS JUMPS SHIP 145 XIV. RALPH IS KIDNAPPED 156 XV. RALPH BREAKFASTS WITH HIS CAPTAIN 164 XVI. A BOILER EXPLOSION 173 XVII. THIRD CLASSMEN ELECT CLASS OFFICERS 187 XVIII. âPROFESSOR MOEHLER IS A LIAR AND A FOOLâ 198 XIX. âOSBORN NEVER WROTE IT, SIRâ 209 XX. HIMSKI SAVES RALPH 219 XXI. âCREELTON, I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE MANâ 230 XXII. RALPH AT BOLLUPâS HOME 241 XXIII. RALPH SAVES BOLLUP FROM DISMISSAL 252 XXIV. RALPH HAS A JOKE PLAYED ON HIM BY A CANDIDATE 262 XXV. RALPH COURT-MARTIALED FOR HAZING 275 XXVI. RALPH IS DISMISSED BY SENTENCE OF GENERAL COURT MARTIAL 289 XXVII. HIMSKI AND COMPANY ARE JOYFULLY ASTONISHED 300 XXVIII. FIRST CLASS LEAVE AT HAMPDEN GROVE 309 XXIX. âTURN OUT ON THIS FLOOR. TURN OUT, TURN OUTâ 320 XXX. THE THIEF UNMASKED 333 XXXI. RALPHâS LOST WATCH IS FOUND 346 XXXII. RALPH FINDS HIS UNCLE AT LAST 359 ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE âYou did well, sirâ _Frontispiece_ 80 âThey are not my papersâ 43 He saw the man just ahead and on the port bow swimming frantically 146 âYou may be the manâ 235 Ralph threw himself on Bollup and caught him around the waist 330 * * * * * Ralph Osborn--Midshipman at Annapolis CHAPTER I A COMPETITIVE EXAMINATION FOR THE NAVAL ACADEMY âFather,â said Ralph Osborn, looking up from the book he had been reading, âI want to go to the Naval Academy.â âWhy, Ralph, how did you happen to think of that?â asked his father putting down his paper and giving to the earnest youth at his side his sympathetic attention; âwhat has attracted you to the naval life?â âFather, youâve always talked about my going to college and studying to be a lawyer. Iâd much rather be a naval officer than a lawyer, and besides I donât see how you can afford to send me to college. Iâll finish high school in a few months and then must look for some position; you canât hope to be able to send me to college next year.â âIâm afraid not, Ralph,â returned his father; âbut you might go into a lawyerâs office; many of our best lawyers have never been to college.â âThat was the old way, father, but nowadays practically all lawyers are college graduates. A lawyer of to-day who has not had college training is tremendously handicapped and must be a genius to be really successful. And besides, father, I have never felt I wanted to be a lawyer; my tastes are more mathematical.â âWell, what has mathematics got to do with being a naval officer?â queried the father, Ralph Osborn senior. âWhy, father, Jack Farrer says, and he ought to know, that engineering, and electricity, and ship-building, are founded upon mathematics, and the naval officer has everything to do with these sciences. And if I could go to the Naval Academy Iâd get a splendid education without its costing you anything. And after I was graduated if I didnât want to be an officer Iâd have a splendid profession. Now, father, wonât you please help me?â Mr. Osborn sighed. âI wish I could, Ralph,â he said, âbut I donât know how I could. Itâs a difficult thing to get into the Naval Academy; you must get the congressman of your district to appoint you, and we donât even know our congressman. Such an appointment is generally given by a congressman to the son of some close friend, and----â âYes,â interrupted Ralph, eagerly, âbut sometimes the congressman orders a competitive examination. Now Jack Farrer finally graduates from the Naval Academy next June; you know it is a six yearsâ course, four at the Academy and then two years at sea aboard a cruising ship, and his graduation will make a vacancy at Annapolis for the Toledo district. Now, father, wonât you get some friend of yours who knows Congressman Evans to write to him and ask the appointment for me? And if Mr. Evans wonât do that, ask that the appointment be thrown open to competitive examination? Please do, father.â Ralphâs brown eyes more than his words imploringly begged his father. The latter was silent for a few moments, then said: âRalph, Iâll ask my employer, Mr. Spencer, to write to Mr. Evans to-morrow, but donât be too hopeful. There will undoubtedly be many others who have greater claims upon Mr. Evans.â âOh, thank you, father,â cried the now delighted Ralph. âIf Mr. Evans wonât give me the appointment but opens it to a competitive examination Iâm sure Iâll have a good chance of winning it.â âWell, Iâll see Mr. Spencer to-morrow. By the way, Ralph, to-day I received a letter and a present from your Uncle George.â âFrom my Uncle George!â exclaimed the young man, in great surprise. âWhy, Iâd forgotten I had an Uncle George; Iâve never seen him, and you havenât spoken of him for years. What did he say in his letter, and where is he? Tell me something about him.â âHere is his letter. I hadnât heard from or of him for ten years. His letter is absolutely brief. He says he is well and is doing well. He enclosed a check for two hundred dollars as a remembrance. He says that for the next week only his address will be the general delivery of the New York City post-office.â âTwo hundred dollars!â repeated Ralph, enthusiastically. âWhy, father, if I am admitted to the Naval Academy that is just the amount I will have to deposit for my outfit. But why have you never told me anything about my Uncle George?â âItâs a sad story,â replied Mr. Osborn, âand there isnât much to tell. He was one of the most attractive young men in the city of Toledo, twenty years ago. Your grandfather was strict with him, and at times harsh, too harsh, I now think. However, one day about twenty years ago, your grandfather sent your Uncle George with two thousand dollars to deposit in a bank. Well, George turned up two hours later and said he had been robbed. Your grandfather became very angry and said that George had been drinking and gambling. Your uncle indignantly denied this, and your grandfather in a passion struck him. It was an awful time. George left the house, said he would never return. Iâll never forget his white face. He asked me if I believed he had gambled that money away. I assured him I did not. He said: âI thank God for your belief in me, Ralph.â Those were the last words he ever spoke to me. âWe never knew where he went or what became of him. At long intervals letters would come from him, each one enclosing a draft. In each letter he stated the amount he sent was to be applied to what he termed his financial indebtedness to his father, but he always maintained the money had been stolen from him. In about ten years the entire amount, with interest, was repaid to your grandfather. Until this letter came to-day I had not heard from him for ten years.â âBut, father, were not his letters enclosing the drafts acknowledged; did you not write to him?â âOf course, but each letter was returned to us.â âWhere were these letters from?â âFrom different places; your Uncle George has evidently been a great traveler. During those ten years several of his letters came from New York; two, I think, from Norfolk, Virginia. I remember one came from San Francisco, one from London, and one from Yokohama, Japan.â âNow isnât that interesting?â remarked Ralph. âWhy, it almost seems like a mystery. Perhaps heâs a millionaire and some time will come to Toledo in his private car. But, father, what is your idea of it all?â âI donât know what to think, Ralph; your uncle was very proud as a young man, and my notion is that he has had a hard time of it like the rest of us; that he would come back here for a visit if he could do so in style, but would not like to come back without the evidences of prosperity. But I shall write to him immediately and ask him to visit us. You know he may have a notion that people here imagine he used that two thousand dollars gambling, whereas the fact is the matter was never discussed outside of our family. Twenty years ago people wondered at his departure but none ever learned the cause of it.â âFather, if I get the appointment to Annapolis may I have the two hundred dollars Uncle George has sent? I have been wondering where we would get the money to deposit. And I would need about one hundred dollars more; I must have some for traveling expenses and for board in Annapolis, and I would like to go to the preparatory school there for a month.â Mr. Osborn smiled. âIndeed you may have the two hundred, Ralph,â he replied, âand I will manage to find another hundred for you. But arenât you getting ahead a little fast? You appear to take it for granted that there is no doubt of your getting that appointment.â âBully,â cried Ralph; âIâm going to get the appointment, I feel sure of that. And Iâm going to write to Uncle George right away and tell him Iâm going, or at least that I hope to go to the Naval Academy. And Iâll tell him how grateful we are for the two hundred. Good-night, father.â One evening, a week later, Mr. Osborn handed his son a letter, saying: âHereâs something that may interest you, Ralph.â The latter read the letter with great eagerness. It was as follows: âMY DEAR SPENCER:-- âIn reply to yours of the 9th instant would say I will have an appointment for Annapolis next June. I will throw this open to competitive examination, and if your young friend, Mr. Ralph Osborn, wins, and is recommended by the board of examiners, I will appoint him with pleasure. âYours very truly, âJOHN H. EVANS.â âHurrah!â shouted Ralph. âNow Iâm going in to win. Iâve several months ahead and Iâm going to study hard and review everything. Iâm going to leave high school to-morrow and study at home. Now, father, keep quiet about this; donât advertise the fact thereâs going to be a competitive examination. Everybody has the same chance I have to learn about the vacancy to Annapolis and the coming competitive examination, but it isnât necessary that I should stir up people to try to beat me out.â At this time Ralph Osborn was about eighteen years old. He was of medium height and build; his eyes were brown; in them was a steadfast earnestness that always attracted friendships and inspired confidence. His salient characteristics were truthfulness and determination. Except when his mother died no sorrow had ever been a part of Ralphâs life. Time had dimmed that sorrow, and to him his mother was now a beautiful, tender memory. His affection for his father was unbounded. The Osborns were a good family; there had never been a better one in Toledo, but Mr. Osborn had not been successful as a business man and now depended for his support entirely upon the salary he earned as bookkeeper. Ralph wrote to his uncle, and received the following letter in reply: âDEAR NEPHEW RALPH:-- âI was much pleased to receive your letter, and interested to discover I have a nephew. I know something of Annapolis, and recommend it for you. I am leaving New York now but will write you later, and shall look forward to meeting you. âYour affectionate uncle, âGEORGE H. OSBORN.â Mr. Osborn also received a letter from his brother in which the latter expressed the intention of visiting Toledo, but at some future time. âWell,â said Ralph, disgustedly, âI found a nice uncle, and now Iâve lost him, and donât even know where to write to him.â For the next three months Ralph devoted himself to his studies. He imagined the competitive examination would be in arithmetic, grammar, geography, and spelling, and these he thoroughly reviewed. The day came when announcement was made that there would be a competitive examination for the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and this was held in April. Ralph found that he had twenty-two competitors. It is doubtful if any had done such thorough reviewing as Ralph had. The examination lasted three days and Ralph felt he had done well. âFather, the examination is all over,â cried Ralph, when Mr. Osborn returned home that evening. âI suppose the results will not be published for several days. There were twenty-three of us in all, and it will take some time to examine and mark all the papers that were handed in. Oh, Iâm so anxious to see who gets the highest marks, I can hardly wait.â âDo you think you have won, Ralph?â âIâm certain I did well. I felt I knew every question that was asked, but of course some one may have done better.â A few days later Ralph opened the evening newspaper, and the first thing that met his eyes was his own name in big head-lines. It was as follows: âRalph Osborn, Jr., wins the Competitive Examination for Annapolis.â And then followed a description of Ralph that was most pleasing to that young man. He was wild with joy, and could not contain himself. Before the night was over he had read that article hundreds of times. And Mr. Osborn, seeing his only child in such transports of happiness, was himself filled with joy. Ralph received congratulations from hundreds of friends, and soon commenced to make preparations to leave for Annapolis. As Ralph bade Mr. Osborn good-bye in the station, little did he dream that it was the last time he was to see that dear father alive. CHAPTER II MR. THOMAS G. SHORT AND HIS MAN Ralph Osborn arrived in Annapolis in May, just a month before the entrance examinations were to take place. He secured room and board at the price of eight dollars a week, and immediately enrolled himself for one monthâs tuition in Professor Wingateâs preparatory school. Here the special instruction given consisted in studying previous examination questions, and Ralph soon felt he was well prepared for his coming ordeal. At this time Annapolis was full of visitors, and the number of these increased daily. There were here many of the friends and relations of the midshipmen soon to graduate, and also more than a hundred and seventy candidates were distributed in the different boarding-houses of the old town. One of these aspirants came into immediate notoriety because apparently he possessed enormous wealth and made much noise in spending his money. His name was Short; he arrived in Annapolis in a private car and immediately rented a handsome, well-furnished house in which he installed a retinue of servants. Short was an orphan. He had inherited millions, and though nominally under the control of a guardian, he actually ruled the latter with an imperious will that brooked neither check nor interference. Though he was not aware of it, Short as a midshipman was an impossible contemplation. First, he was utterly unprincipled; secondly, he was uncontrollable. But he made an effort to prepare himself, engaged special tutors, and promised them large bonuses if he passed the examinations successfully. A week before the examinations were held he was frankly told he would certainly fail in mathematics. Short immediately went to the telegraph office and sent several messages to New York. The next day two flashily-dressed men came to Annapolis, had several long talks with Short and received money from him. Short enjoyed company and soon after he was domiciled in Annapolis he had invited several of the candidates to live with him as his guests. As these young men were earnestly preparing for their examinations, their presence probably influenced Short to study more than he otherwise would have done. A few mornings before the day set for the commencement of the examinations, Short at breakfast asked one of his guests to come with him to the library. With them was also one of the men who had come down from New York. Short was in particular good humor. As soon as they reached the library, Short turned to the young candidate, and without any preliminary words said abruptly, âThe jig is up. Iâve got you.â The young man spoken to turned pale and trembled violently. âWhat do you mean?â he gasped. Short laughed. âI mean youâre caught,â he replied. âIâve been missing things of late and spotted you for the thief. The two hundred dollars you took at two oâclock this morning was a plant for you. Every bill was marked, and there were two detectives hidden in the room who saw you steal the money. Iâve a warrant for your arrest; youâll land in the pen for this instead of becoming a midshipman.â The young man addressed dropped helplessly into a near-by chair, and hysterically cried, âI didnât do it. This is a put up job.â Short grinned. âPerhaps,â he said. âBut I hate to be hard on a chum. Thereâs a way out of it for you, though, if you will do exactly what I say.â âI didnât do it; you canât prove I did,â exclaimed the young man. âIâm not going to try to prove it,â smiled Short, in reply. âIâm just going to have you locked up in jail; the prosecuting attorney of Annapolis and a jury will take charge of you; but I guess youâll live at public expense for a few years. Itâs a clear case, my boy, but I bear you no ill will; two hundred dollars or so isnât much to me. But I told you there was a way out of it for you, and an easy way out of it, too.â âWhat do you mean? Oh, Short, you wouldnât disgrace me, you wouldnât ruin me?â implored the young man in trembling tones. âStop your sniveling,â commanded Short. âNow do you want to get out of this and have no one know anything about it or do you want to go to jail? Take your choice, and be quick about it.â âIâll do anything. What do you want me to do?â âFirst, I want you to write a confession stating you stole the two hundred dollars and other amounts from Thomas G. Short.â âIâll not do it.â âOh, well, then, go to jail; Iâm tired of bothering with you.â âOh, Short, donât. What would you do with that confession?â âI donât mind telling you. Iâd lock it up and no one would ever see it. But Iâd own you, do you understand? Iâm going to be the most popular man at the Academy; Iâm going to be class president and cut a wide swathe here. Now youâd help me and Iâll need help. Thatâs all youâll have to do. And thereâll be a lot of money and good times in it for you. Come, write me that confession. Youâll never hear of it again; youâll simply know Iâm your boss and youâll have to do what I tell you.â The hapless young candidate immediately brightened up and taking pen and paper rapidly wrote a few lines. Short read what he had written, and then, in a satisfied manner, said, âThatâs sensible. Youâll never regret it.â The young man then said, âShort, hereâs your two hundred. Thank you so much for your goodness to me; but I canât help taking things, I really canât; Iâm what they call a kleptomaniac.â âOh, keep the two hundred,â said Short, folding up the paper the young man had written, and putting it in his pocket. âNow see here, I canât afford to have my right-hand man get caught stealing and you surely will be if you keep it up. Whenever the feeling comes over you again come to me and Iâll give you fifty or so. Now skip out. Iâve some private matters I want to talk over with my friend here.â The young candidate returned the two hundred dollars to his pocket and left the room in an apparently happy frame of mind. With him the crime of a thing was not in the guilty act but in the publicity and punishment following detection. âYouâve got that fellow good and hard,â remarked the other man who had remained in the room with them. âYes, and heâll stay got,â returned Short, drily. âWell, what have you to report? Are you going to get the math exam for me?â âYou bet, weâll have it to-night sure thing. Weâve got it located, have a complete plan of the building, and Sunny Jim, the greatest safe cracker in the world, will get it to-night. Nothing less than a burglar-proof time-lock could keep him out. Heâll get here to-night on the six oâclock train and youâll have a copy of your mathematical examination before this time to-morrow, and no one will ever be the wiser unless you choose to tell. Sunny Jim will not know who itâs for and heâll lock up everything behind him when he leaves. Heâll not leave a trace behind him and no one will suspect the building has been entered.â âGood. Iâll depend upon you. I can pass in the other subjects, and will in mathematics if I get hold of the examination several days ahead of time. Thatâs all for the present.â The examinations were to begin on Monday, the first of June. Ralph Osborn felt well prepared and confident, yet he dreaded the ordeal and longed for it to be over. On Friday night preceding the examinations, Ralph was in his room studying. At nine oâclock there was a sharp rap at his door. âCome in,â he called out; and a man he had never seen before entered and said: âMr. Osborn?â âYes; what can I do for you?â replied Ralph, feeling an instinctive dislike for the coarse-featured man he was addressing, and wondering what could have brought him to his room. âYou are a candidate, I believe, Mr. Osborn?â âYes,â replied Ralph, âand Iâm very busy studying my mathematics.â âJust so,â said the stranger with a knowing look, and taking a step nearer. âAnd your mathematics examination is going to be difficult. Iâm sure youâll not pass--unless you get my assistance.â âWho are you, and what are you talking about?â asked Ralph sharply. âNever mind who I am,â retorted the stranger, unfolding a paper, âbut do you see this? It is the examination in mathematics. You can have it for fifty dollars.â Ralph sprang at the stranger, his eyes dilated with wondering indignation, his soul aflame at the infamous proposal made to him. His breath came short and he almost choked. Nothing like this had ever entered his life and he was utterly unprepared with word or thought. âThe examination in mathematics!â he stammered as he started toward him. âTake it easy,â smiled the stranger; âothers have it, why shouldnât you?â At that moment there came a rap at the door and a black, woolly head was thrust into the room. âMistah Osborn,â said the intruder, âdereâs a telegram boy whatâs got a telegraph foâ you; he says dereâs foâty cents to collecâ.â âExcuse me for a minute,â said Ralph to the stranger, âwhile I see the telegraph messenger.â As he hurried out of the room and down the stairs, he felt glad of the interruption as it gave him time to gather his scattered thoughts. What should he do? He was in a terrible quandary. Somehow he did not doubt the fact that the strangerâs claim to possess the examination was correct. His whole nature revolted at the notion of passing an examination by such underhand means; he was horrified, but he did not know what to do. If he refused to take the examination the stranger would leave with it. And if he reported the occurrence without proof other than his unsupported word he was afraid nothing would come of his report. He received the telegram which was of little importance, and still in perplexity as to what to do, he started to return when his eyes fell upon a telephone in the hall. A sudden inspiration came to him. He took down the receiver and said: âCentral, give me the house of the superintendent of the Naval Academy immediately.â Soon a voice came which said: âThis is the superintendent; what is it?â âIs this the superintendent of the Naval Academy?â âIt is. What do you want with him?â âI am Ralph Osborn, a candidate.â âWhat is it, Mr. Osborn?â âSir, I am at number twenty-six Hanover Street. There is a man in my room who has a paper which he says is the examination in mathematics the candidates are to have next Monday morning. He wants to sell it for fifty dollars. What shall I do, sir?â âKeep him there. Offer a less price, haggle with him, but keep him there. Lock your door if you can, and open it when you hear four loud, distinct knocks.â âAll right, sir.â Ralph immediately went to his room. His mind was now perfectly clear and determined. He had to kill time and he proposed to do it. First he deliberately rearranged the chairs; then he made a great pretence of getting ice-water for his visitor. Then he engaged in conversation, and asked all kinds of questions. Finally his visitor became impatient. âDo you want it or not?â he cried. âIf you donât, say so. Iâve no time to fool away.â âYes, I want it, but not for fifty dollars.â The stranger got up to leave. Ralph begged him to reduce the price. When Ralph saw he could not delay the man longer, he jumped to the door, locked it and quickly put the key in his pocket. âWhat are you doing?â angrily demanded the intruder, advancing upon Ralph. âIâm going to get that paper at a cheaper price,â returned Ralph, picking up a heavy andiron with both hands. âNow keep away or youâll get hurt.â âYouâll have a big job if you think you can stop me from leaving,â shouted the man with a curse. âOpen that door or Iâll break your head.â âKeep off, or Iâll brain you,â cried Ralph, excitedly, but with menacing determination; just then there were four loud knocks on the door. Ralph quickly unlocked the door and threw it open. In walked two officers, one of magnificent presence, with two silver stars on his coat collar and broad gold bands on his sleeves. With the officers were two Naval Academy watchmen and an Annapolis policeman. The superintendent, for it was he, looked at Ralph, who, with flushed face and panting breath, the irons in hand, now felt much relieved. The superintendent then addressed the stranger. âWho are you, sir?â he demanded. âA free American citizen,â returned the man sulkily, âabout my own business.â âOfficer, arrest that man on a charge of burglary. Go through his pockets and let me see what papers he has in them.â âI protest against this indignity,â cried the man; âyouâll pay for this;â but his protests were unavailing. He was searched, and in a moment a paper was handed the superintendent. âProfessor,â asked the superintendent, âis this the examination the candidates are to have Monday?â The officer with the superintendent looked at the paper and instantly replied, âIt is indeed, sir.â âVery well; officer, Iâd like to have you lock that man up over night. Iâll prefer charges against him to-morrow. The watchmen will go with you to help take him to the jail.â And then the superintendent looked at Ralph; his steel gray eyes seemed to pierce him through and through. He then offered Ralph his hand and said: âGood-night, Mr. Osborn. I congratulate you; you have done well, sir. Continue as you have begun and you will be an honor to the Navy.â Ralph, overcome with feeling at the superintendentâs words of commendation, could stammer but unintelligibly in reply. And for some time after the superintendent had left, Ralph stood in the middle of his room, andiron still firmly grasped, wondering at the exciting events he had just experienced. The bars of the Annapolis jail may be sufficiently strong to keep securely negro crap shooters, but they were hardly childâs play to the skilful Sunny Jim, who had broken through and was far away long before morning. A searching investigation developed no clue as to how the examination questions had gotten adrift, but a new examination was immediately made out and substituted for the one previously made. All in the ignorance of Mr. Thomas G. Short, who marched to the examination Monday morning believing that he was to make close to a perfect mark in mathematics. CHAPTER III SHORTâS METHOD OF PASSING AN EXAMINATION On Monday morning the candidates flocked by scores to the room in the Naval Academy where they were to be examined. After the inspection of their appointments each candidate was assigned to a numbered desk. Ralph Osborn found himself at a desk numbered 153. On the desk was a pad of paper on which he was to do his work, pencils, and the written examination questions which this first day were in arithmetic, and algebra as far as quadratics. Ralph picked the examination paper up and eagerly scanned it; but in a moment a bell rang, and he heard a loud cry of: âAttention,â uttered in an authoritative manner by an officer in lieutenantâs uniform, who said, when complete quiet existed: âEach candidate will number each sheet of his work in the upper left-hand corner with the number of his desk. In no case will the candidate write his name on any sheet; when you have finished leave all your papers on your desk. Now go ahead with your work; you have four hours and youâll need it.â There was immediately a shuffle of papers and a stirring in seats as the candidates commenced their first test. Ralph Osborn looked the examination paper rapidly over, and a feeling of confidence came over him as he read. âItâs easy,â he said to himself; âI can do it all.â He commenced to work rapidly and had just finished the first problem when his attention was attracted by some whispered imprecations close to, and just behind him. There at a desk numbered 155 was the candidate whom Ralph had seen riding behind a handsome pair of horses, but to whom he had never spoken. It was Short; and his face was convulsed with rage, and blank with disappointment. In his two hands was clenched the examination paper. His eyes seemed to dart from their sockets. He looked utterly confounded. Ralph was surprised but didnât have any time to waste on the young man behind him, so he resumed his work. He had finished the third question when he felt his chair kicked from behind, and then heard a whispered voice say: âSh. Donât look around. Lend me your papers; I wish to compare your answers with mine.â âIâll do nothing of the kind,â returned Ralph, indignantly. When Ralph had finished the fourth question, he felt his chair kicked again, and then the whispered words: âLet me have your papers for a moment. No one will see. The lieutenant is in the other end of the room. Iâll give you one hundred dollars if youâll let me look at them.â Ralph turned squarely around and deliberately eyed the young man who had made this dishonorable proposal. He was silent a moment and then in a low tone said: âHow much did you pay for the examination you had stolen for you, you scoundrel? Speak to me again and Iâll report you.â Shortâs whole body trembled, and fierce hatred shone from his moody eyes. In his whole life he had never received such a defeat and such contemptuous treatment. His feelings were almost beyond his small powers of endurance, and this state of feeling was aggravated by a feeling of utter powerlessness. After that he made no further effort to speak to Ralph, and he was too far from the other candidates, and was also afraid to try to attract their attention. Short tried to work but only made poor headway. Even had he been in a good humor he could not have passed the examination. Ralph found the problems all easy and made rapid progress. After a while Short left his seat and approached the lieutenant in charge and asked him some trivial question. In returning, as he passed Ralphâs desk his eyes looked at the number 153, painted in white letters on the front of it, and a gleam of satisfaction passed over his face. âIâll fix that fellow, the hound, if he leaves this room before I do,â he remarked to himself. After that Short worked fitfully, occasionally glancing up at Ralph. He noticed with much approval that Ralph apparently finished his work an hour before the time allowed had expired, and was impatient when Ralph started to read his papers over, deliberately stopping at some places to make corrections. Half an hour before the time was up a number of the candidates had finished and were leaving the examination room. Ralph was one of these. He folded his papers neatly, placed them on one side of his desk, and left the room entirely confident he had passed the examination. As soon as Ralph Osborn had left the room Short began to arrange his papers, and started to number each sheet. The number of his desk was 155, but instead of writing this number on the pages of his work, he wrote on each of them the number 153, which he had seen on Ralphâs desk. He then gathered his papers together and walked to the lieutenant in charge. âShall I sign my name at the bottom?â he asked. âNo, number each page with your desk number,â was the reply. Short returned to his desk, but just as he reached Ralphâs desk he apparently stumbled, and for a moment rested both of his hands on it, still holding his own papers. In doing this he attracted no oneâs attention, but when he had straightened up he had Ralphâs papers in his hand. He had quickly substituted his own for Ralphâs papers and the papers left on Ralphâs desk, though numbered 153, were in reality Shortâs. Short now carefully erased the upper part of the figure three, of the number 153, on each page of Ralphâs papers, and made a five out of it. He then carefully and neatly arranged these papers on his desk, and with an exultant feeling of success and gratified revenge, he left the room. He knew his own papers would never pass him, and rightly judged from the rapid way in which Ralph had worked that the latter would be successful. The examinations were all finished Wednesday, and Ralph was confident he had passed, and therefore was exultant. But late that afternoon he received a telegram as follows: âYour father has been seriously injured in an accident. But little hope. Come home at once.â This was signed by his fatherâs friend, Mr. Spencer. In anguish of grief and fear Ralph left by the next train; and late the next night was in Toledo but only to see the dear father in his coffin. The boyâs grief was pitiable. He felt he would never be comforted. The funeral was held two days later, and then the saddened young man returned to Annapolis. There was no question in his mind but what he had been completely successful in his examinations. Upon his return, which was Monday, he immediately went into the Academy grounds and there met a young man, dressed in civilianâs clothes with uniform cap. He recognized him as a candidate he had known in the preparatory school, Bollup by name. âHello, Bollup,â said Ralph. âI see youâve passed all right. I knew you would, in spite of the way you used to talk.â âThanks, Osborn,â returned Bollup. âIâm awfully sorry you didnât get through. I hope youâll get another appointment next year. That nine-tenths in math of yours was certainly a big surprise to me, and to you, too, I guess; you thought you had done so well in it.â âWhat are you talking about?â asked Ralph, hastily. âIâm sure I passed in everything, but I couldnât wait to see the marks; I had to go to my fatherâs funeral in Toledo.â And Ralphâs eyes filled with tears. âWhat do you mean about my nine-tenths in mathematics? Surely that wasnât my mark; why, thatâs utterly ridiculous.â âLook here, old fellow,â said Bollup, uneasily, âI donât want to be the one to spread bad news, but on the bulletin-board in main quarters, you are credited with having made nine-tenths only in math, and are marked as having been rejected for that reason by the Academic Board of the Academy.â âMy heavens,â ejaculated Ralph, thunderstruck at this information. âLook here, Bollup, thereâs a mistake about that. Iâll bet I got over three-fifty on that math exam. Nine-tenths? Why thatâs simply preposterous. Letâs look at that bulletin.â It may here be remarked that at the Naval Academy marks range from 0, a total failure, to 4.00, which is perfect. 2.50, equal to 62-1/2 per cent, is the passing mark in all subjects. Ralph and Bollup were soon standing before the bulletin-board and then Ralph realized that Bollupâs news was only too true. âToo bad, old fellow,â commiserated Bollup. âIâm awfully sorry and disappointed.â âThereâs a mistake, I tell you,â returned Ralph, with staring eyes. âIf my published mark had been two-thirty I might doubt my own judgment, but nine-tenths,--why thatâs entirely impossible.â âI do hope so, Osborn; but what are you going to do about it?â âIâm going direct to the superintendent. I donât know what else to do.â âWhat, the superintendent himself? He wonât see you. I wouldnât dare to go to see him myself.â âThatâs just where Iâm going,â said Ralph, determinedly, âand Iâm going right away, too.â In a few minutes Ralph was at the door of the superintendentâs office, and said to the orderly: âWill you ask the superintendent if he will please see Ralph Osborn on a matter of great importance?â A moment later he was told to walk in. The distinguished officer greeted Ralph kindly. âIâm sorry you failed, Mr. Osborn,â he commenced. âI was so impressed with the way you handled that stolen examination affair that I wanted you to pass, and I personally ordered the result of your examination to be sent to me. You made excellent marks in everything except mathematics; had you made anything over a two in that I would have waived a slight deficiency. But with only a nine-tenths in mathematics it was impossible to pass you.â âSir,â said Ralph, âI wish to report that a great mistake has been made. I ought to have been given at least three-five on that examination. Of this Iâm absolutely certain. I worked correctly nearly every problem. I compared my answers with those of other candidates and I can state positively that I made at least three-five on that examination. I cannot be mistaken in this matter.â âThe papers are marked independently by two different officers, Mr. Osborn; itâs not possible such a glaring mistake could be made by two different people.â âI canât explain it, sir; but I know I got the right answer to nearly all the questions.â âWhy have you been so late in reporting this matter?â inquired the superintendent, looking at him keenly. âI have just learned it, sir. My father was killed in an accident and I left the day the examinations were finished and have just returned.â There was a break in Ralphâs voice as he spoke. âIâm very sorry indeed. Iâll look into this matter. Be at my office at two oâclock.â âThank you, sir; I will.â Ralph was there at the time appointed and was immediately called before the superintendent. âMr. Osborn,â said the latter, âI have had your mathematical papers read over again by a third officer who did not know the original mark given them, and he marked them eight-tenths. He says they are very poor. Iâm sorry, but I can do nothing more for you. Good-day, sir.â There was an air of finality in the superintendentâs manner and voice. âSir,â said Ralph, now desperate, âI have to report that I answered nearly every question correctly,â--a look of displeasure crossed the superintendentâs face,--âI beg of you to let me see my papers.â âI will do so immediately. Take a seat outside, please.â Then sending for his aide, a lieutenant, he said, âTelephone for the head of the department of mathematics, Professor Scott, to bring to my office immediately Candidate Ralph Osbornâs examination papers in mathematics.â A few minutes later an officer came in with some papers in his hand. âAdmiral, these are Candidate Osbornâs papers,â he said. âProfessor, will you please convince Mr. Osborn that those papers are worth no more than nine-tenths?â said the admiral, continuing his writing. âThat will be easy,â smiled the professor in reply. âNow, Mr. Osborn, see here.â Ralph went eagerly to the professorâs side, and took the papers from his hand. âOh!â he cried, in a tone that startled the professor and the superintendent. âAre these the papers, sir, which have caused my rejection?â he demanded in a breathless tone. âWhy, yes, of course they are; they are your papers.â âThey are not my papers, sir. That is not my work. The handwriting is not mine. I never saw these papers before, sir.â And turning to the admiral, his face aglow with excitement and indignation, he said, âSurely you will not keep me out of the Academy on account of this poor work which belongs to some other person.â [Illustration: âThey are not my papersâ] âThese are your papers,â maintained the professor, looking indignant. âThey were on your desk; each one, you see, is numbered 153, your number.â âThey are not my papers,â insisted Ralph, âand no person on earth can prove them to be. Sir, I request this matter be further investigated.â âA mistake is impossible,â exclaimed the professor. âIs it possible for an examination paper to be stolen before the examination occurs?â asked Ralph suddenly. âBy George, Mr. Osborn, weâll look into this matter,â said the superintendent, now full of interest. âIâll send for your other papers and compare the writing. But can you imagine how this could have happened?â Then came vividly to Ralphâs mind the angry, revengeful face of the man behind him in the examination room the week before. Recalling the number of the desk back of his, a thought flashed through him. âYes, sir, I can,â he quietly said. âI can imagine how a person doing poorly could have marked his sheets with my desk number, and then could have exchanged his papers with mine, erased my desk number, and on my sheets write his own number. I would ask that the papers of number 155 be brought here.â CHAPTER IV SHORTâS NAVAL CAREER IS SHORT âWhy do you ask for the papers marked 155?â inquired the superintendent. âThat was the number of the desk nearest my own, the desk just behind mine,â explained Ralph. âDid you have any conversation with the candidate at desk number 155? Was there anything in his manner, or did he do anything that now leads you to believe he might have exchanged his papers for yours?â âYes, sir.â âWhat was it, please? Tell all the circumstances.â âSoon after I commenced my work last Monday morning,â began Ralph, âmy attention was attracted by a noise of heavy breathing, and I heard some whispered swearing. I turned around. The candidate behind me looked wild with anger. Then he whispered to me to let him have my sheets as I finished with them, to compare the answers, he said, but I wouldnât do it. Then a little later he kicked my chair and whispered to me that he would give me one hundred dollars if I would give him my papers.â âWhat did you say to that?â âI called him a scoundrel and asked him what he paid for the examination he had had stolen, and told him if he said anything more to me I would report him.â âYou should have done so anyway, Mr. Osborn.â âYes, sir, I know I should, but I was thinking of nothing but my examination.â âDo you know the candidateâs name?â âI think itâs Short, sir; I donât know anything about him except I have heard people say he is a millionaire.â âMr. Osborn, please sit down at that desk and write a complete statement of what you have just told me.â And calling his aide, he directed that all of the entrance examination papers of Candidates Short and Osborn be brought to him. âDid Mr. Short pass the other examinations?â he asked. âYes, sir,â replied the professor, âand he was sworn in as a midshipman and is now aboard the _Santee_.â âSend for Mr. Short,â directed the superintendent. By the time Ralph had finished writing the statement required, the examination papers which the superintendent had sent for were brought to the office. âHere are Mr. Shortâs mathematical papers, admiral,â remarked the professor. âHe did very well indeed; he made 3.63.â âMay I look at those papers, sir?â asked Ralph, eagerly. He took but one rapid glance at them, and then said simply, but with glistening eyes: âThat is my work, sir; I left those papers on my desk. Each sheet was marked 153 when I left the room.â âThey are marked 155, sir,â said the professor. âWill you please see if the last figure on each sheet does not look as though it had been erased?â asked Ralph. The superintendent took the sheets, and without remark, deliberately examined each number with a magnifying glass. Then he said slowly: âProfessor, the last figure of the number 155 shows evidence on each sheet of having been erased. There is no doubt whatever of this fact. And on some of the pages you can plainly see that the figure 3 was erased and made into a 5. See for yourself.â âThis is unquestionably so,â remarked the professor, after deliberate scrutiny. âNow compare these papers,â continued the superintendent, âwith the examinations in the other subjects; they are all here, I believe.â The two officers were much interested. After a few moments, the admiral said: âIt is certain that the mathematical papers marked 155 were written by the same person who wrote these papers on my left
{'title': 'Ralph Osborn, Midshipman at Annapolis: A Story of Life at the U.S. Naval Academy', 'source': 'Project Gutenberg', 'lang': 'en'}