After the congressman had emptied the water out of his shoes and was once
more seated, with nothing to do but to enjoy the scenery, he said to
Franklin, in beaming gratitude:
“Well, young man, you’re quite a general!”
Franklin blushed. The remark did not make him think of his ambition. It
gave him speech for another cause.
“O sir, I want you not to believe that those charges were true. They
weren’t. I wouldn’t have overstayed leave if it hadn’t been—but—but you
ask Charley the rest.”
“I don’t believe them. To prove it, all you’ve got to do is to pass the
examination to Annapolis. I’ll see that you get the appointment.”
Franklin’s manner and his eyes spoke his gratitude better than his
tongue. Edward, who had overheard, looked proudly at his cousin, and then
said to the congressman:
“I thank you, too, sir! I sha’n’t be happy till he wears the uniform his
father wore. He saved us all to-day.”
His little speech saved Edward from a court of inquiry. He became
Franklin’s best friend, and if ever he goes into action again there is no
doubt that he will behave like a veteran.
ON A TIGHT ROPE
By Albert W. Tolman
“My highest ambition at seventeen,” said the linotype operator, “was
to become a professional acrobat. I then lived with my parents on a
farm near the manufacturing town of N. All my spare time was spent in
vaulting, jumping, turning handsprings, and practising other feats of
strength and agility.
“On the Fourth of July a travelling tight-rope performer, Signor Lupini
of Verona, as the posters called him, was to display his skill on a
rope above the river that flowed through the town. He arrived with two
assistants on the afternoon of July 3d, and a crowd of boys, myself among
them, met him at the railroad station. We saw a spare, wiry man, above
the ordinary height, light-complexioned, with steely-blue eyes. He looked
us over inquiringly.
“‘Boys,’ said he, ‘I need some young fellow to help me to-morrow. Who
wants to be wheeled across the rope in a barrow?’
“The others hung back; but I jumped at the chance. ‘I do!’ I exclaimed,
quickly. He seemed pleased as he ran his eyes over me. I was of medium
height, with good muscles.
“‘All right,’ he said. ‘Come to the hotel at seven, and I’ll tell you
what’s wanted.’
“At the stroke of the hour I was on hand, and he explained my duties.
Then he pulled a ten-dollar bill from his pocket.
“‘That’s yours at nine to-morrow night if you do your work well,’ he
said. ‘Now go home and sleep soundly.’
“My parents were spending the Fourth with cousins in a neighboring town,
so I was alone in the house. I went to bed early, but until long after
midnight excitement kept me from getting a single wink.
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