FullReads

“And, on the other hand, it may be that there are some good women who could keep you on shore, and help you to do something more with yourself than to carry a musket. And, again, it may be that if you stayed on shore you would drink yourself more or less comfortably to death, and break somebody’s heart. I can’t tell. But if I were not a commissioned officer of the United States, and a thing of Rules and Regulations who can dance and wear a uniform, and a youth generally unfit to pose as an example, I would advise you not to sign this, but to go home and brace up and leave whiskey alone.

“Now, what shall we do?” said the young lieutenant, smiling; “shall we tear this up, or will you sign it?”

The applicant’s lips were twitching as well as his hands now, and he rubbed his cuff over his face and smiled back.

“I’m much obliged to you,” he said, nervously. “That sounds a rather flat thing to say, I know, but if you knew all I meant by it, though, it would mean enough. I’ve made a damned fool of myself in this city, but nothing worse. And it was a choice of the navy, where they’d keep me straight, or going to the devil my own way. But it won’t be my own way now, thanks to you. I don’t know how you saw how it was so quickly; but, you see, I have got a home back in Connecticut, and women that can help me there, and I’ll go back to them and ask them to let me start in again where I was when I went away.”

“That’s good,” said the young officer, cheerfully; “that’s the way to talk. Tell me where you live in Connecticut, and I’ll lend you the car-fare to get there. I’ll expect it back with interest, you know,” he said, laughing.

“Thank you,” said the rejected applicant. “It’s not so far but that I can walk, and I don’t think you’d believe in me if I took money.”

“Oh, yes, I would,” said the lieutenant. “How much do you want?”

“Thank you, but I’d rather walk,” said the other. “I can get there easily enough by to-morrow. I’ll be a nice Christmas present, won’t I?” he added, grimly.

“You’ll do,” said the young officer. “I fancy you’ll be about as welcome a one as they’ll get.” He held out his hand and the other shook it, and walked out with his shoulders as stiff as those of Corporal Goddard.

Then he came back and looked into the room shyly. “I say,” he said, hesitatingly. The lieutenant ran his hand down into his pocket. “You’ve changed your mind?” he asked, eagerly. “That’s good. How much will you want?”

The rejected applicant flushed. “No, not that,” he said. “I just came back to say–wish you a merry Christmas.”