The fellow makes the best soldier, in the end, I'll wager, who learns to keep his greatest desires in check.

All the restrictions thrown around the plebe by custom are intended to make him the better man, soldier and officer by teaching him to wait until his time comes." "I congratulate you, mister," spoke a low but hearty voice from the doorway of a tent the two plebes were passing.

"You're coming on, mister.

Grin and bear it.

You'll be happy one of these days!" Dick and Greg glanced backward over their shoulders to see that the speaker was Mr.Reynolds, member of the new first class and a cadet captain.