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. God bless you both!"
A new lot of High School boys Dick and Greg found in Gridley,
but the new crop seemed to be fully as promising as any that Dick
and Greg could remember in their own old High School days when
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