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1905.]

It was nearly a year after this—a year that combined study, camp life, and strict discipline—that a boy in uniform walked briskly into the judge’s court-room. The judge, who had heard of him occasionally through Anson Raymond, motioned the lawyer who was speaking to stop for a moment, and leaned over his desk.

“Jimmie Dandy!” he exclaimed, recognizing his young friend. “I mean Harry—”

“Cadet Lieutenant Bagley, sir,” corrected the boy, with some pride.