Unless unavoidably prevented
she would be on hand during a part of graduation week.
"And I certainly want to attend the graduation hop," Laura added,
"for it will probably be the only one that I shall ever have a
chance to attend."
"Now, what does she mean by that last statement?" pondered Dick,
finding new cause for worry. "Does she mean that she expects
to cut the Army after this year? Is she really planning to marry
that fellow Cameron? Gracious, how time has flown during these
hurried years at West Point! For two years past Laura has been
fully old enough to wed! What a folly she'd commit in waiting
all these years for backward me to get ready to open my lips!
Yes; I guess it's going to be Cameron."
Cadet Prescott compressed his lips grimly, but he was soldier
enough to be game and face the music.
"I've got to be patient a few weeks more, and take the chances,"
Dick told himself, as he scurried away to daily ball practice.
"With a rival in the field I wouldn't dare, anyway, to trust
my fate to a pleading set down on paper. But I'll send Laura
a letter once a week now, anyway. She may guess from that, as
graduation approaches, that I am sending my thoughts more and
more in her direction."
With the bravery of which he was so capable, Dick ceased his worry
about his sweetheart as much as he could, and threw his leisure
hours heartily into his work in the ball squad.
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