I'm glad to be through, glad to be away from West Point, but I shall journey reverently back there any time when I have any leisure in this bright part of the good old world." How sweet the joys of the great metropolis! Yet these joys would have palled had our travelers remained there too long.

The following afternoon they were again journeying toward what is, after all, the one real spot on earth---home! Gridley well-nigh went wild over its returning West Pointers---though now West Pointers no longer.
One of Dick Prescott's first tasks was to go proudly to Dr.Bentley, to state that he had had the wonderful good fortune to win Laura's heart, and to ask whether her father had any objection.
"Objection, Dick ?" beamed the good old physician.

"Why, lad, for years I've been hoping---yes, praying that you and Laura would have this good fortune.

Wherever you may be stationed in the world, you'll let our daughter come back to us once in a while, I hope." Dick solemnly promised, whereat Dr.Bentley smiled.
"That's all nonsense, Dick," laughed Laura's father.

"I know, in my own heart, that you're going to be as good a son to mother and me as you have been to your own parents.