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CHAPTER I
The tact that Rill Harvey was
one of the most popular men -at
W®st’ Point made no difference.
Neither did it count that for three
years sports writers from coast to
coast had hailed him as one of the
greatest halfbacks to lead, an Army
team to victory, To graduate from
West Point to officership in the
regular army a man must have
honor, valor and a record unblem
ished by any taint.
So it was patent that Bill was
in a bad spot from the first. The
facts of the case were few and
rather obvious, as put forward by
his only accuser, Curt Sawyer. One
fine spring night $3,000 was stolen
from the Administration building.
Investigation followed immediately,
and Curt (Sawyer, a pink-cheeked,
•cynical-eyed third-year man, whose
father controlled half of the oil
wells "west of the Mississippi,
forward with the information
lie had seen Bill Haryey sneak
the Administration building
the barracks after "lights out’
sounded
came
that
from
into .
’ had
Further investigation re
vealed a government money sack
concealed under Bill's mattress.
There was a 'tense, almost sullen,
air about the academy that spring
afternoon in the late 19i20’s when
Bill and his accuser, ‘Curt, were
brought before 'the commandant.
"As you wish, sir," Sawyer’s un
pleasant eyes were almost insolent
as they 'bored into those of the lean-
jawed old commandant’s. "I find
it very distasteful to do, sir, but I
must repeat that it was Harvey I
saw sneaking across the grounds
last night."
The commandant -turned his steel
'gray eyes toward Bill Harvey and
nodded briefly.' Standing a .full six
feet, liis wide, square-cut shoulders
filling .his gray blouse as though it
had been molded to fit him, Bill
seemed to tower over the flabbier
Curt Sawyer. Blue-gray eyes in a
well-cut $ace, 'above which was a
short crop nf wavy, almost blond,
hair—Bill Harvey was as close to
being handsome as it is good for
any man to he.
,"I can only say what I have said
answer
"I did
do not
money
before, sir,” Bill replied in
to the commandant’s nod.
not take tlie money, and I
know who put tlie empty
hag under my mattress."
"Were you in your barracks all
night?”
“No sir,” Bill answered. "I was
on special duty, sir."
"I see,” the commandant’s brow
knitted. ‘.'And did you, while on
special duty, see or hear anything
unusual about the grounds?”
Bill’s mouth tightened. He cast
one swift look at Curt Sawyer, and
the latter stiffened.
"Yes, sir,” lie said. “An hour
after ‘lights out’ I saw a cadet duck
out of the administration building.”
The commandant stiffened also.
"Yes,” he barked. “And who was
it?"
"I believe, sir . . .’’ Bill hesitat
ed. A tradition, as old as West
Highland Cedar
FENCE POSTS
which sat two dashing young men
about town. One of the latter nod
ded, and smiled, but his eyes were
on Bill Harvey. Lydia dropped her
glance, and the annoyed expression
deepened.
"Bill," she whispered uncomfort
ably, "please don’t say things like
that * . < I mean, please don't bel
low so, if you must say them,"
Bill followed her -glance and his
face colored, Not only the pair at
the other table hut half of the
people in the restaurant were eye
ing him.
"Jehosophatl” he mumbled,
"What’s the matter? Am I a curio
, , , or did I yell so loud they’re
Lydia’S face
the pained expres-
rather well known,
every one has heard
." She caught her-
about
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Point itself,, rose up to check him.
A cadet is honor-bound never to
snitch on another. Yet this was
more than au affair of honor. It
was au affair of life—-and career.
"It was, I believe," Bill continued,
mouth set, "Curt Sawyer."
The commandant frowned uncer
tainly a moment/ but Sawyer, his
face peculiarly gray, leaped into
the breach in his own defense,
"The charge is ridiculous, sir!"
he cried. "Why should I steal
ey from anyone? I can call on
father for any amount I wish,
any time. Harvey, I believe, is
orphan,
family
The
words
of the
In three years he has come to hate
Bill Harvey with all the bitterness
a spoiled, pampered egotist can
know. That Bill, an orphan, whose
appointment to West Point was
more or less an afterthought on the
part of a congressman who liked
football, should surpass him was
more than -Sawyer's selfish, inniate-
ly cruel nature could stand. This
was his chance to revenge his out
raged pride, and he seized upon it
witli almost fanatical’ joy.
"I repeat, sir!” he clamored. "I
saw Harvey with my own eyes. Saw
him sneaking from shadow to shad
ow like ... a thief! Surely, his
unwarranted attempt to smear some
of his own muck on me will not be
taken seriously "
A worried, annoyed look played
around the commandant’s sun-
squinted eyes.
He turned to Bill. "It looks, sir,”
lie said, "as though you are deliber
ately manufacturing an alibi."
Tight-lipped, Bill Harvey knew
he was doomed. Placed under ar
rest, he was brought to trial with
astounding speed. Nothing was ac
tually proved against him. But the
empty money sack pointed a. mute,
accusing finger; Curt Sawyer’s
verbal testimony could not be over
looked. It was decided that young
Harvey was unworthy of the trust
placed in him as a future officer.
Five days later he left West Point.
It was spring, six months before
football season, but his name was
in every paper in the land. Some
of them even gave him headlines.
The headlines read; "Harvey, (Aa-my
Football Ace, Dismissed from West
Point on Robbery Charge.”
A good many people felt pretty
badly when they - read the story.
Too bad, they said, 'dirty shame—
young fellow -like that—tsk, tsk.
Well, that finishes him.
Bill did not read the papers. He
couldn’t read them. He didn’t hate
Curt Sawyer for his lie. He was too
numb to bate. A natural born
soldier, his whole life had been cen
tered in his future as an officer.
Tlie fact that having been removed
from the academy oil a robbery
charge would stamp him as an un
desirable in the outer world -did
not even occur to him. He was too
numb, and probably the outer
world meant too little to him.
He came to realize it shortly,
however. Taking the train to New
York, he called Lydia Cummings
on the phone. He had met Lydia,
a wealthy Long 'Island debutante,
two years 'previously, a^ter a toot
ball game which lie had won single-
handed with a pair of touchdowns.
More than a minor friendship had
sprung up between them. They
were engaged.
He met Lydia downtown and
they'had lunch at an inexpensive
restaurant. It had to be inexpens
ive. Bill had only a few dollars in
his pocket.
"Oh, hello Bill,” was Lydia’s
greeting. "Awfully nice to see you
again.”
Bill was hurt. Without stopping
to think about it one way or an-
'other, lie had felt instinctively that
Lydia would somehow bolster him
up. Consequently he didn’t wait for
.her to open the subject. , .
"Well, I suppose you’ve read all
about it,” he blurted.
.Lydia nodded. Blue-eyed and
blonde, her doll-like face could be
breath-takingly inscrutable when
she chose to make it so. "Yes,” she
murmured. "Too bad, Bill. Awful
ly messy, isn’t it?”
"Messy? It was downright rot
ten!” Bill croaked, his anger and
tragic hurt suddenly coming to life
in one volcanic thrust. "I was rail
roaded! Railroaded, Lydia, like a
■cheap, conniving, water-front rat.
As heaven is my judge, 'Curt Saw
yer stole that money! I have no
proof, but I know he did. Then to
Clear himself lie hid
der my mattress!"
An annoyed look
ia’s comely face.
expecting me to go mad?
"Well, after all," “
again 'carried
sion, "you are
And of course,
about you . .
self, and smiled lamely,
West Point."
Bill felt something hot well up in
his throat, then the something
seemed to turn to ice and plunge
to the pit of his stomach. He knew
why the diners were staring at him.
He knew why Lydia was upset! It
isn’t every day one sees an idol
whose feet have been, turned to the
commonest sort of clay.
"Let’s get out of here, Lydia," he
said, rising so swiftly he knocked
over his chair. "Let’s go some place
where we can be alone."
Lydia did not object. As a mat
ter of tact, after burying hey pretty
chin as deeply as possible in her fox
fur, she beat
"Bill, dear/
were outside,
mind, I must
■matinee engagement this afternoon
and I . , .
The look of mingled surprise and
hurt on Bill’s face stopped her short.
She liestitated an instant, then went
on rapidly.
"Oh, don’t be such a baby, Bill,"
she tried to laugh, but the effort
was abortive. "How was I to know
you’d come popping into town to
day? This matinee’s with an aw
fully nice chap ... a Princeton
boy . . .’’
Again the look on Bill’s tanned
face stopper her.
"Of course, lie doesn’-t mean any
thing," she tried to explain. "But
it wouldn’t be right for me to stand
him up afer he’s come all the way
from 'Princeton just to take me to
a show. I’m sure you wouldn’t
want me to do that, would you?"
Bill looked at her, and the magic
of her wide blue eyes dulled the
pain, the humiliation and the sick
ened feeling of loss that seemed to
eachgrow with the passing of
minute. .
"No, no," he said thickly,
course not, Lydia. Lot of good
over at Princeton. Go ahead.
. . .’’ Loneliness engulfed
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But
him.
"Will you ... I mean, how’s about
tonight?”
“Oil!” Lydia fumbled an instant
witli her handbag, then rushed on
as if in relief., "Tonight? W,hy, of
course, Bill. Call me about 8. ’Good
bye, Bill, dear.”
At five .minutes of 8 that eve
ning Bill sat in his room in a cheap
hotel, his eye glued to his watch.
Four minutes . . . three . . . two . . .
lie picked up the receiver and call
ed Lydia’s number
There was a buzzing away off at
the other end of the line. A re
ceiver clicked,. and Bill’s lieart
jumped. •
"Hello,” he said, even before the
other voice broke in. "This is
Bill . . .”
"Who?” asked the voice imper
sonally. "Bill who?”
"Bill Harvey.'I’d 'like to speak to
(Lydia . . . 'Miss Cummings, please.”
"Miss Cummings is out,” return
ed the voice.
"Yes? When’ll she be back?”
"■She won’t be. She’s gone for
the week-end."
Bill gripped the receiver until his
knuckles showed white. “Gone for
the week-end?” he mumbled.
"Didn’t she ... I mean, where did
she go? ‘Who is this speaking?”
"I’m Miss Gummings’ maid,” the
reply came tartly. "She went some
where with some friends from
Princeton. I don’t know where. She
doesn’t tell me everything . . .”
Bill hung up and got slowly to his
feet. For a moment before complete
bitterness engulfed him he saw the
world about him with remarkable
clarity. In particular, he saw Miss
Lydia Cummings in the merciless
white light- of her own. petty selfish
ness. Intrigued by his uniform and
his. sensational feats on the gridiron,
she had found it pleasantly thrilling
to be in love with him. But now
that his glory, rather her glory, had
been shorn from his brawny shoul
ders . , .
Bill picked up the telephone and
hurled it across the room. It crash
ed to the floor and lay there like
some grotesque, black beetle, a
thin, futile voice squeaking "Num
ber, please’/ from its receiver.
Down at'the hotel desk Bill tos
sed some money at the clerk and
stepped out into the street. Noisy,
sticky Crowds swarmed New York’s
sidewalks.
light hurled
and at Bill;
■muggy air
Thousands of taxis, millions of peo
ple. In the bitterness Of his hurt,
Bill Harvey hated them all.
Rounding a corner, he headed
blindly down a dark Side street and
west, across town, toward the Hud
son, The thousands of taxis and the
millions of people jeered at him
again. He cursed back at them,
with all the savage fury in his
heart, That was all,’ the finish. He
was through, the curtain was down.
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