On graduation day when the class was finally aligned to receive their graduating diplomas, and the first name called to step forward was Osborn, cheer after cheer rent the air both from the battalion and from the assembled spectators.
The President of the United States with one hand tended Ralph his diploma, giving him a warm clasp with the other. “I know all about you, Mr. Osborn,” the President said, “and I heartily congratulate you on this well-deserved graduation. You had the stuff in you to stick it out, the stuff that wins fights. You’ve started right; keep it up.”
After graduation as Ralph was hurrying to shift into his new officer’s uniform, he met Captain Waddell. “Well, Mr. Osborn,” said the old sea dog, “you’re a friend worth helping. I’ve helped many young men in one way or another but none have reflected such signal honor on my help as you have. I count the interest I’ve taken in you as one of the best things I’ve done in my forty years of naval service.”
“Just think what I owe you, captain,” cried Ralph, joyfully; “you’ve done everything; I would never have graduated but for you, and now I’m the happiest person in the world.”
“Oh, no, you’re not,” replied the captain; “I know of one who is at least as happy as you are and because of you.”
“Why, who can it be, captain?” asked Ralph in great surprise.
“One of the best of men; one I’m proud to call friend, your Uncle George.”
“My Uncle George!” exclaimed Ralph. “Oh, where can I see this dear uncle? Is he here?”
“Yes, he has been here for several days, has seen you handle the battalion and saw you graduate at the head of your class this morning. I believe he’s the proudest, happiest man alive.”
“But why haven’t I seen him? Where is he?”