adam Truxton's seminary had sounded, and all the pupils, lar

gor and hopeful heart; and last, the big girls, or "finishing class," as Madam Truxton significantly styled them-all were assembled once more on this bright Monday morning, to begin the duties of another week, and

zie Heartwell, as the class of young ladies was p

Here, won't you please hold the book open at aimer, so I can get tha

e lau

zie Heartwell, you are too conscient

en for me, too. I am not at

and winking her roguish eyes at Lizzie,

id," was the laconic

we

t Saturday evening. But here we are at the li

our, m

, mesdemo

door was

the Queen City, many platoons of young men, dressed in the gray military suits of the cadets, w

icate evolutions made by these gray-clad figures, as they expanded into broad platoons, and then, as if by magic, f

se bright polished muskets spoke loudly too, to the reflecting heart, of the wild work they might some day accomplish, when carried into the con

evolution made, the halt commande

c ranks broke apart, and each gun fell to the g

euced tired of this tu

term ends, and I am se

ore the uniform, and one highly ambitious for promotion. "I came to this institute, because I

ose. I like the uniform very well, especially when I go where the girls are-they always give a

Le Grande, always to

e is at Madam Truxton's. To-day, at intermission, let's saunter down t

must study my Legendre. Look

ellow I ever saw-care no more for the girls t

Le Grande. I

anded cadets, hurried to the duties of the day-to the hard task

ty harbor. There he saw again old Fort Defiance, standing grim, stern, and dark against the morning sky-the o

adet as he surveyed the scene. "I see the flag of my country floating, and all is peacefu