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A

Conquering Corps Badge
AND OTHER STORIES OF THE
PHILIPPINES
By

GENERAL CHARLES KING
Author of "The ColoneTs Daughter," "Marion's Faith," "Captain Blake," "Under Fire," " The General's Doable," "Between the Lines," "A Wartime Wooing," "Campaigning with Crook" and "Norman Holt."

With
B.

Illustrations

by Miss Alida Goodwin,
Stuart Travis.

Martin Justice and

Cover designed by Miss Elinor Yorke King.

L.

A.

RHOADES
I902

&

COMPANY

MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN

tq

Copyrighted 1901

by
Charles King

JO
Burdick
Printers

&

Allen

Milwaukee

TO

THE MEN OF SANTA ANA—
THE
Soldiers of California, Idaho, Washington,

and of Light Battery "D," Sixth U. S. Artillery, the old First Brigade, First Division,

Eighth Army Corps,
IN

admiration of their valor and gratitude for their loyalty, these
stories are dedicated.

PREFACE
TORIES
of the

that

tell

of the early days

Army

of the Philippines are

as yet not

numerous.

The

badge
at

of the

Eighth Corps, worn

the

outbreak of the insurrection by an
almost
pitifully small

command

as

compared with

the numbers of the encircling foe, appeared later

on the

breast of

many thousand

gallant fellowsstill

regular and volunteer— and later

was worn

by.

many

a fair

woman—wife,
and

sister or

sweetheart of

some boy

in blue, fighting across the
it

broad Pacific

for his country's flag;

is

to these,

and to

those whose hearts were with them, these stories
are hopefully

commended.
first

'

A

Conquering Corps
except for a

Badge," the
local airing

and

far the longest,
initial

makes

its

appearance herein.

"The Manila Wire,"
Youth's Companion
sketch
of

a "true bill,"

found a page

in

a year or so ago, the flattering

the writer in Ainslie's Magazine, and

most

of the other tales

were told to the readers

of

the Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post.
courtesies extended

For the

them by these most popular
thanks of the publishers of
as his

periodicals, the hearty
this
little

volume, as well

own,

are

thus

inadequately tendered by

THE AUTHOR.

CONTENTS

ILLUSTRATIONS

BESSIE BELLINGHAM.

A CONQUERING CORPS
BADGE.
PART
It
I.

had be^n raining
in
lake, the

in cataracts, as

it

does

at times

the Philippines.

The
river.

rice fields

were a
bit of

road was a

The only

highway

in sight, in fact,

was the top
Walls, roofs

of the stone arch of the bridge.

and

trees stood straight out of the flood, and,

when

the rain

let

up and the sun came out
seemed absorbed

for

a peep at his
walls, roofs

satellite

before going to bed,
in their

and

trees

own

reflections

as they appeared in the water

beneath.

Close by the stone bridge stood the

bamboo

and nipa guard house, perched on high like some many-legged aquatic fowl. Close by the
guard house was moored a
raft,

and, outspread

upon the

raft,

was the supper of the guard.

2

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
sentry at the bridge, squatted on the stone

The

coping to keep his feet out of the wet, shouted
inquiry as to

how

soon the

relief

could wade

Number Two, him come in. two hundred yards distant perched along a line of bamboo fence whose upper edge alone was visible, shouted louder, and with genuine Yankee freedom, a similar query. Number Three, somewhere back toward town along the invisible road, was lost in the bamout and
let

in a tree

.

boo

—and

his

own

affairs,

which

at the

happened to be so interesting as to

moment make him

indifferent to either relief or supper.

Along the main street of the barrio of Ballybag were many native homes of bamboo and nipa and a few structures whose lower floor, at least, was of stone, with latticed veranda
surrounding the upper story.
close to the

One

of these,
distin-

edge of the village was
staff,

guished by a flag

from the

tip of

which,

limp and bedraggled,
stripes.

hung

the

stars

and

At an opening
girl
;

in the lattice of the like the flag,

veranda sat a pretty
can beyond question.

Ameri-

was the major's daughter. Tie had been wounded during the early days of
that girl

Now,

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
the Tagal insurrection,
sailed
at

3

whereupon her mother

once across the seas expecting to

nurse him at Manila, and found him, to her

amaze, in saddle and Malolos..

Once abroad, mamma couldn't well go back, so much had it cost to come and so many were the army women already in Luzon. To her dismay, and
her
daughter's
delight,

she

found

herself

housekeeping without a house maid, cooking
without a cook and marketing without a market.

By

the time the rainy season
off

was on

in

good earnest the major was two
officers,

on an amphi-

bious raid after the elusive Aguinaldo, leaving
the

regimental

band and sixty
Filip-

men
three

to

guard the

lively bailiwick, containing

American and over three hundred

ino families, not to mention a floating population of

some three thousand

that

had drifted

in from the surrounding lowlands of the

Pam-

pamgas.
Captain Cross,
post commander.

th Foot,

was the putative

Lieutenant Coates was post

adjutant, post commissary, quartermaster and

post exchange,

signal

and ordnance

officer.

If that wasn't complication enough for one man there was the further tangle that he was

4
in love

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
with Bessie Bellingham here in Ballyto be married to a girl in

bag and engaged
Baltimore.
girl

The funny

part of

it

was

that the
all

had artlessly written and told Bess
it

about

as soon as she heard of her having

gone

to Manila.

But Mr. Coates never dreamed that Bess
knew.

He

thought

it

safe at

first

to

flirt

with

her because she didn't know, and she thought
it

quite as safe to

flirt

with him because she

And this was the situation when there did. came from Manila four convalescent soldiers,
privates in the ranks, one of

whom was

Mr.

Philip Fargo, graduate of the University of
California, son

and heir of a man of wealth
coast,

and standing on the Pacific
close of this

and
in the

at the

steaming,

sweltering

July day,

Mr. Fargo was straddling a plank
edge
of

lower

branches of that clump of bamboo near the

town,

garbed

in

khaki

trousers,

trimmed
shirt

off at the knee, a

soaked blue flannel
felt

and a drab,
moistly

bangabout
his

hat that

flapped

about

ears.

His

slim
belt.

waist was girt with a

crammed

cartridge

His rifle hung was plunged in

close at hand.

One bare

foot

the flood and his soul in melan-


A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
choly.
5

His shoes were
at

thoughts
Bess.

the

at the barracks and his Bellinghams'—^centered on

After six months of quixotic service in

the ranks, Mr. Fargo had
clusion that his father

come

to the con-

was an was
all

oracle

and he
all

was an
ranks.

ass.

Exalted patriotism might be

right in the abstract, but

wrong

in the

He had
bad,

been a well-to-do dawdler up to the
a

time the war broke out, neither brilliant nor
but

genuinely

honest,

wholesome,

modest young chap for

much
its,

but

whom money make him happy. He was

had done
weighted

with the conviction that good looks, good hab-

good temper, good manners and morals were about all there was to him, and what
would they have been without

—money?
and so

He
when
and

longed for a chance to prove that perhe amounted to something,

sonally

the

war was

six

months old and he was
Old Fargo fumed, the

twenty-six he went and enlisted in the regulars

—away
if

to Manila.

Club laughed and certain

mammas mourned

he would have made a most tractable son-in-

law

only he hadn't gone for a soldier.
sick of
it all

Now

Fargo was

inside of six

weeks of

6

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
proud to

his enlistment, but too

own

it.

He

was

sicker of a fever inside of six

weeks after

the sharp fighting

up the

line of the

Dagupan^

railway, but had rejoiced in the fighting, had

been mentioned in

reports and was when taken down with typhoid. That gave him a set back and could have given him his discharge, but he
official

cocksure of his chevrons

wouldn't have

it.

By

the fourth of July he

was

afield

or rather afloat

again, and, his

own company
at Ballybag.

being afar off in the mountains,

they set the four convalescents to light duty

Fargo was
before he

at first

much

bored, but that

was

saw Bessie Bellingham.

Now, hav-

ing seen her almost daily for nearly a months

he was in worse plight
a girl to

—he was enamored of
socially, to

whom

he was supposed,

be

unworthy to speak
credit at the
in

he, who had more to his Hong Kong and Shanghai bank

town

at that
;

minute than her father had seen

in a year

he,

who by

birth, breeding,
if

educa-

tion

and family connection was,

anything,

the honest old soldier's superior, had yet by a
freak,

become

his subordinate of the lowest

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE
grade,
ter's

-

.

7
daugh-

also by the fortune of war, unknown, unsuspected adorer.
first to find it out,

his

Coates was the

and,

know-

ing nothing of Fargo's antecedents beyond his
descriptive

always wants
ing to
Finnerty's

was properly shocked. "Fargo post and is willgo on guard every day," was Sergeant
list,

Number Three
to
fine

report

the

post

adjutant.

"There's such

a

looking young soldier

goes by here so often," said

Mamma

Belling-

ham, the same evening, "even now when he
has to wade."
It

was Bess who
difficult

said nothing.

She had noticed

that lately, in a

month when
and again

marketing was more
with fruits
teens

than even in May,

their Filipino servitor appeared time

of town, and fish that never

the sea also tender young chickens and fat young pigs that were no kin to the late lamented of Ballybag. "Chinaman hab got," was Sabino's sole explanation. Mamma had begun to brag to other army women of Sabino's

— —

—bananas, mangoes, even mangosswam
so far

that couldn't be bought within ten miles

from

superior

foraging

ability

—an

unsafe

thing to do

when

others are living on rice and

canned salmon.

Chinamen did come paddling

8
in their

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
-

cranky dugouts to the village walls,

but Chinamen,
ing,

who had anything worth buywanted ten prices for every item, ten times
stand.

more than army purses could had Miss Bellingham's bright

Thrice

eyes, aided

by

her opera glass, discovered Sabino in chat with a Chinaman out on the Angeles road,
twice had

and

mamma's

fine

looking young soldier,

who would wade
which dates

past there

when

it

wasn't

pouring, appeared and joined the two, on both
their tea table
it

was garnished with
had been on others

wild flowers, as indeed

when

she had not discovered the medium.

"Tell

me

about that man/' said Bess, to Mr.

Coates, one moist July evening, as the second
relief,

on a

raft,

poled

its

way

past the house

en route to the station of the outpost at the
bridge,

slender

and Miss Bellingham indicated a tall, young fellow, with a singularly refined,

clear-cut face

who

wielded a shoving stick with

much

vim.

"That's a recruit

Company, but
says he's
couldn't stand

can't

a swell,
it

—Fargo—belongs "F" —get on aCaptain Cross he
to
there.
'listed

bet

that

six months.

The

brigade

surgeon knew him and had a long talk with


A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
9

him when he went through last week, but he won't tell. Where'd you get your flowers?" "Those? Oh, Sabino finds them somewhere.

What

a

pretty

corps

badge,

Mr.

Coates?

When did it come?" And Miss Bellingham's
on the
left

fine eyes fastened

breast of the faded khaki.

Coates
of
the

beamed.

The
in

interlocking

circles

Eighth Corps

white and red and blue enamel

certainly did credit to their designer as well as
to that pull-together

command.

It

was

bliss to

note her deep interest in the

little

emblem.

It

was

thrilling to

have her bend toward him
lips,

the pretty curly head so close to his
slender,
taper,

the

white fingers actually toying
it.

with the badge as she curiously examined

"You
from the

all

wear these?" she asked,
and
intent

guilefully

content that she had
flowers,

diverted his attention

on extracting

in-

formation interesting to herself.

"Oh
pose,

the officers

—There's no regulation about worn ones but —
these finer

it,

I

sup-

are

only by
There's

in the regulars, that

is.

no

telling

what the volunteers may do," he
felt

added, with the faint disparagement
certain

by a

few of these professionals not fortunate

IO

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
to

enough

have been tendered volunteer com-

missions.

"Then / could wear one!" she exclaimed,
joyously, thinking none the less that she had

once seen one, even

finer

than Coates's, on the

blue flannel breast of a sentry out toward the
bridge, before the inundation.

"You

!

You

could

wear
all

this

if

you only

would!" cried Coates,

Baltimore forgotten

in the presence of the belle of Ballybag.

And

his eager hands, seeking to unclasp
fer
it,

and trans-

encountered hers

—which dropped on the
Women
and

instant.

Miss Bellingham demurred.
statesmen are

much

of a

mind on one

point:

Neither an offer nor a nomination should be
declined

in advance.

She saw
to

his infatua-

tion, as politicians

read an impending appoint-

ment, but
it.

it

would be unseemly

seem to see

She knew an avowal was trembling on his

tongue, and she did not
definitely so

mind

its

trembling

in-

long as

it

—only trembled.
martial,
political

She

knew

that the Baltimore girl no longer held

place in his heart, but until "officially notified"

she would be violating

and

feminine precedent by permitting herself to

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

II

know

that she
let

was being tendered the vacancy.
fall in

She had

Coates
that
is

she had been told by a total was pledged to another, but she couldn't help that, could she? She drew
stranger, that he
.the line,

she knew,

love with her

when

however, at overt wearing of his corps

badge, which was rather over scrupulous, was
it

not?

"Don't take

it

off,

Mr. Coates," said

she, "I'd rather not."

"Has any one been

telling

you

—anything

about me?" he queried, with sudden suspicion.
"Lots," answered Miss Bellingham, veraciously.

"Dr. Skeels,

when he went through
said

after

General Lawton,
!"

you were

just

splendid at Malolos, and Colonel Fitzhugh and

—and Major Briggs
"That
lified

ain't

what

I

mean," said Coates, molless.

and pleased none the

What warprosay-

rior isn't

claimed ?
ing

when his deeds of valor are has any woman been "I mean

—things

that ain't true,

at least that ain't

now."
"O, no-o-o-o, indeed," asseverated Miss Bellingham, pursing up her
lips.

"None whom

I

know,

at

least,"

suddenly mindful of some-

12

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

thing Kitty Cross had said as to this very
affair.

"Well, you don't

know

this one," interposed

Coates, measurably relieved, yet gazing rather
ruefully out over the well watered flats

beyond

the village.

"Which one?" queried Miss
ingenuously.

Bellingham,

But Coates did not answer.
face of the flood between

He was

look-

ing at an elongated speck skimming the sur-

town and the
field glass,

east!"

ward mountains.
said he, as he took

"That

fellow's in a hurry

up the

lying on

the rustic table beside her.

"A
ing

banca!"

he continued.

"Two

natives

paddling and a third
full tilt for

man

in the middle,

com-

town, too."

He

pulled out his

watch.

"Mail can't be in
I'll

for an hour yet.
this," and, picking

Guess

have to look into
hat,

up

his

campaign

he darted through the

open casement into the salon and stumbled
over two natives, whispering.

Both instantly

looked preternaturally innocent and feigned to

be busy skating in woolen arctics over the

hard wood

floor.

Coates glared at them sus-

piciously, but clattered

down

the stairs, and,

3

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

1

leaping into a shallow punt, bade the sleepy

Tagal, curled in the bow, to shove

off.

"Quite

like Venice,

isn't

it?"

he called to
his

Miss Bellingham and waved his hat as
craft
office,

was shoved slowly up

street

toward the

while scowling, sullen faces from the

covert of the striped curtains in the opposite
gallery

peered

at

him,

warily.

There was

still two feet of water on the level, though it was rapidly receding. The wire to the rail-

way had been down
tain

thirty-six hours, and Capwas blaspheming the hardest worked, if not most efficient, department on the Signal Corps, as his manythe Island

Cross

functioned lieutenant stumbled out of the shallop.

"What

brings you in such a hurry?"

growled the captain.
thing?"

"Have you heard any-

And

the anxiety in the deep-set eyes

showed

plainly that he had.
there's a
stairs

"No," answered Coates, "but

banca
see

coming

like a streak.

C'mup
the

and

for yourself."

From an upper window

over the wooded lakeland to

two gazed out There the east.
pistol shot of

was the "dugout" almost within

the church tower, splitting the water like a

14
knife.

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

A picket had hailed and the man amidwas
frantically

ships

waving something white
halting.

—a
let

despatch, probably, for the treed sentry

him by without
the

In five minutes

the native paddle pliers were drooping, exhausted, over

gunwale,

as strong hands

hauled the long sharpie close to the steps and
a pallid soldier tumbled out, a dripping dis-

patch in his
scurried
to read.

hand.
to

Cross and Coates had

down

meet him and could not wait

"What's happened?" demanded the former.

"Ambushed,
reply,

sir,"

was the hoarse whisper

in
!"

"twenty miles out

"Good
here!"

God

!

—and

—the major's
wife

killed

his

and

Bessie

5

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

1

PART
Two
weeks
later,

II.

by which

time the amlittle

buscade of Major Bellingham's

column
that fol-

was an old

story in Manila, there

was a new

emotion at Ballybag.

The typhoon
it

lowed the flood had swept out into the China
Sea, whirling the waters before
to the

end

that streams indistinguishable because of the
general inundation
sloughs.

now became
quickly

insignificant

Mud

dries

under Luzon

suns when rains come not to liquefy, and
responsive

now

when the winds blew seaward from the mountains the dust
street of

rose

from the one
khaki.

Ballybag and powdered the uniforms
detachable

of the guard with

They

were few
river,

in

number, the guard, for Cross had
Balic

taken forty men, paddled to Bambinoag up the

waded thence

to

na Bato and

"hiked" from that sanctuary on the hilltop to
the scene of the recent tragedy.
It

seems that Bellingham, broken down by
still

the severity of the campaign and

weak

from wounds and fever, had been induced by

6

1

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
to

the doctor

turn

over his

command

to a

younger man and, with a small
Ballybag. peaceable
strong, the

escort, start for

The populace had been profoundly
and
loyal

when,

three

hundred
its

column marched through on

eastward way.

But the

sight of a sick

major

and a squad of half-sick guards restored latent pluck and patriotism. Six score Tagal soldiery surrounded
cort

Bellingham's

litter

and

es-

and shot most of them

to death before

anybody
from.

really knew where the volley came Then came the old time Indian busi-

ness over again:

Cross went out to "pursue

and punish;" gave the poor mutilated remains
Christian burial; sent a scrawl to Coates bid-

ding him break the news to Mrs. Bellingham,
that the major's remains

would hardly bear

transportation,

and

to look sharp to his

own

sentries lest the

Tagals give him a touch of
"Better send the

the

same treatment.

women

to the railway," he wrote, "they're not safe at

Ballybag."

Coates tried and they refused.
lingham,
it
;

Mrs. Bel-

was too much prostrated to be moved Bess wouldn't leave her mother, and the other women vowed they'd stand by both.
seems,

7

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

1

Mr. Coates could get reinforcements from the
railway.

Ordinarily, perhaps, he could; but, as the
flood

went out so did the
in

soldiery,

in every

direction,

search

of

suspects.

This

left

small garrisons, mere handfuls, at the stations

along the
Ballybag.

line,

and no one could be spared for

This, too, at a time

when Coates
a back yard.

caught more native servants whispering in corners, arid once whetting bolos in

Cross had started on a Sunday evening. His
note reached Coates on Wednesday, and the
latter lost

no time

in

sending a banca with

three
days'

men down stream to the railway two march away in dry weather. They

went by boat, with the typhoon at their backs, and came back by trail, bearers of much bad news and mud, and were five days making the
round
trip.

Colonel Storke,

commanding
all

at

the nearest post on the railway, said

his

men

were ordered out to reinforce Lawton.

He

hadn't a squad to spare for Ballybag, and the

"Amigos"

so-called because of their peace-

ful protestations

when

in presence of

any force

of Americans

—were

rising in every direction.

Attacks were of nightly occurrence along the

l8
line,

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
and Mr.
Coates

would

better

send

a

him return. made Coates sorely anxious just at a time when it wouldn't do to show anxiety. The plaza in front of the church being dry
courier after his captain and bid
It all

now, Coates ordered evening inspection under

arms by way of malting imposing show, and
got exactly eighteen
failed to impose.
pital for the

men

into ranks, so that he
in hos-

Even convalescents

time being were propped up with

a gun, and Dr. Blend and his nurses turned

out for the show.

Then

the doctor and the

temporary post commander went over to the
quarters
still

occupied by the bereaved Bellingto

hams.
ladies.

They had

have speech with the

Bessie met them readily enough.
stricken girl

A

sorely

was

she, for dearly

had she loved
the care

her stern,

.

soldierly,

devoted

old father, and

now was

she well nigh

worn out with

of her weeping

mother.

Truth and candor
of what had become

compel the admission that the widow's wail

was not

so

much because

of her husband as what was to become of her.

Bess was young, pretty and "could marry any-

body," said she to Mrs. Cross,

who came

to

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
comfort.

IO.

"But the only penny

I'll

have

in the

world

is

three thousand insurance

—and a

pal-

try pension."

She had always
left to
filled

liberally spent

three-quarters of her husband's small pay, so

nothing, of course, was
sie's

her now.

Bes-

beautiful eyes

were

with woe and

weariness as she came into the veranda to meet
her
callers.
It

was now

the eleventh day after
little rest.

the major's death, and she had had

Moreover,

at a. time to

when

little

delicacies
eat,

were
they

much needed

tempt the invalid to

were no longer forthcoming.

Bess had been

stinting herself to provide for her mother,

and

was not too strong

as a consequence.

when questioned as to Yet Chinamen were to be seen as before when the "fine-looking young soldier" was present for duty. Why brought they no tempting dainties now? Even in her grief and despond there were moments when the girl, seeking air and a mo-

The

Filipino butler

possibilities

shook his head.

ment's quiet on the veranda, would
speculation as to

fall to

vague

what had become of that fine She knew, of course, that he had gone with Captain Cross and his She knew without asking a quesdetachment.
looking young man.

20

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

bag.

was no longer in or about BallyShe knew nothing of the menace of danger That was something both doctor and
tion that he
:

temporary post commander had never mentioned, but

now

the time had

come when

it

had

to be told.

Sabino,

Spanish schooled, had shown the

officers to seats

on the veranda, then tapped
"Senor Teniente" said

at

the screen door, and Miss Bellingham presently

appeared.

he,

with proper obeisance, and then busied himself
flicking the dust

from a mirror on the
at the

east wall.

The
at the

officers

met her

open doorway

middle of the broad, two-storied house,

but, seeing that

Sabino was at work within

earshot, the doctor led her to the

end of the

veranda before broaching the subject.

Even

then he lowered his voice and she looked up,
startled.

"We

cannot be sure of our servants,
he, in explanation. inter-

Miss Bellingham," said

"But Sabino speaks no English," she
er's call.

posed, unwilling to be so far beyond her moth-

"Speaks, no; but comprehends

much

that he

does not speak," was the answer.

"Can you

send him of an errand?"

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

21

"I can," said Coates, eager to be useful, as well as to remind both that, though only a
subaltern, he

was none

the less

now command-

officer. "Mira, hombre!" he called at the doorway, "Sabino, aqui!" he called again, as the swarthy native seemed to hesitate.

ing

"Hush!
begged

Mr.

Coates.

Pray

don't

call,"

Bessie.

"I fear you'll

and she
ever,

sleeps so little— at night."

lady seemed to

make up

for

it

wake mother The good by day, how-

and

to sleep soundly while the daughter

waked, for no sound came indicating that she

was

in the least disturbed.

Coates scribbled a line in his notebook, tore
out the leaf and gave
it

to the servant,

now

standing with expressionless face before them.

"Al

cuartel," said he, despite the fact that
',

he well knew barracks to be well nigh deserted

—so did Sabino.
ever,

He

took the paper, how-

and vanished.

Another moment and the
the

doctor had again led Bessie to
farthest

corner
In low,

from her mother's window.

cautious tone he told her that by the

morrow

Mrs. Bellingham ought to be able to stand a
day's voyage to the railway.

He

could put an

awning

over

the

craft.

Trusty

boatmen

22

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
in

would paddle and a guard would go along
other bancas.
"It
will

not

be risking veryit

much to go," said- he, "and too much to stay." "Why?" said Bessie. "You

is

risking far

Dr. Blend paused and studied her carefully.
are your father's daughter, Miss Bellinghe,
it

ham," said
dare break

"and about the only
I fear

woman

I

to.

here any night now, and
aid."

we may be attacked we can hope for no

Her

fingers tightened as they gripped each
;

other in her lap

her lips

set, but, soldier girl

that she was, she uttered

no sound.

"Hush!"
through.

said Coates, stepping quickly to a

lattice screen,

then bending
instantly

down and peeping
up he sprang, with
into the

Almost

wrath
house.
scuffle

in his eye,

and darted round

A
and

second later arose the sound of
stifled

words, condemnatory in one
in

and expostulatory

another.

Then Sabino

came shooting out

from under the veranda, looking aggrieved and holding himself by the seat of his flapping white
into the sunlight

trousers.

"The

scoundrel

was

listening,"

panted

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
Coates,

23

coming back.

"He had
I

tiptoed round

to the side

veranda and was crouching there
caught him at the head

back of the screen.

of the stairs, gave him a shake, and then sent

him to the foot with one kick." The doctor shook his head. "Better keep your hand and temper, Coates But we'll have a guard here to-night, Miss Bellingham, and to-morrow your mother must make an effort. I'll send Lolita over to help you pack." Bessie went with them to the head of the stairs, filled with apprehension and vague trouble. "You must have shaken him soundly," said Blend, stooping and picking up a dingy paper packet that was covered with Tagal hieroglyphics. There was something His fingers and thumb tried it and a within. queer look came over his face. Ripping open the envelope he drew forth a smaller packet,
!

wrapped all in tissue paper. Coates, halted on the fourth step, turned and looked back.

Even

professional calm seemed to give place

to a tinge of

subdued excitement as Blend tore
flat let-

away

the flimsy paper and brought forth a
fine, soft skin.

pocket-book of some
ters in

Two

monogram and

gold were stamped on

24
the flap,

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

F

and P, and when opened

it

was

found to contain some seventy-five dollars in American currency, worth over one hundred and fifty in silver pesos. There was something more, half a dozen visiting cards
this:

like

Mr. Philip Fargo,
University Club, San Francisco.

"Nab
doctor,

that

man, quick,

Coates!" said the

unconsciously and illegally assuming

the functions of

commanding

officer.

Under

other circumstances

Coates would have de-

murred and given
no right

the medical officer to underit

stand that his rank of captain carried with
to issue even
line.

emergency orders

to a

lieutenant of the

To
an

his credit

and that
Coates
off

of the service

in

general,
it

be

it

said,

never thought of
like a shot.

instant.

He was

Rank and precedence

are weighty

questions in Washington, but less so in war.

Then our medical man turned again
girl,

to the

now

clinging, pallid
rail.

and trembling,
let

to the

baluster

"Do
in

not

your mother susI

pect anything, Miss Bessie.

must

rely

on
he,

you.

I'll

return

a

moment."

Then

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
too,

25

went leaping

lightly

down

the black wood-

stairs.

Under the table, half way across the salon, mute evidence of the centrifugal powers imparted to Sabino by the vigorous hand of Mr.
Coates, another
little

packet peeped forth, a

gleam of gold

at the torn

edge of the paper.
light.

This she pounced upon and bore to the

Sabino had indeed been shaken to some purpose.

Her

slender, taper fingers

drew forth a

dainty toy in blue and red and white enamel,

workmanship of a famous house in San Francisco a far more costly and beautiful toy than that then pendant on the broad chest of the young post commander. It was the badge of the Eighth Corps as worn
set in solid gold, the

by Lawton's old

division.

This in
it

itself

was

remarkable, but what

made

more

so

was the

fact that, carefully folded in a bit of oiled silk,
in the

same packet, was a

half yard of blue

ribbon.
it

She knew it instantly. She had lost from her gown one gusty evening when
had
walked out to the bridge

they

—Mrs.

Cross, Kitty and herself, and

mamma's
>

"fine

looking young soldier" was on post Under the

bamboos

at

No.

3.

26

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

PART
There
is

III.

something almost uncanny

in the

silence of a Filipino

town

at night.

Even

be-

fore the curfew orders that kept the villagers

within bounds after sounding "call to quarters"

on the American bugle,
revelry seemed to die
sun.
skies,

all

manner of mirth or
the setting

away with

Twilight, mystic hour under Northern

they

know

not in the tropics.

There

is

no gradual blending of gladsome day with

gloomy

night.

Now,

this

summer

evening,

faint, fire-fly

glimmer peeped from native huts

where the inmates squatted, muttering and
puffing their eternal tobacco.
like,

Dim and

ghostto

white robed forms

flitted

from door

door, or darted through black alleyways be-

tween hedges of
case, at least, in

stiff

bamboo.

This was the

rural

Ballybag where now,
left

mid September,
after nine p.m.

there

was no longer force

to enforce the order against natives visiting

A little earlier, for a month after
brawny
jovially

the stubborn de-fence of the barrio, the
soldiery

from

Yankeeland

strolled

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

27

about the place, lavish and good natured, unconscious of secret hate,
existed, so smiling
if

indeed such hate

cupants.

and friendly seemed the ocBut the finding of a brace of sentries
reprisals.

with their throats slashed from ear to ear had
led

to

sharp

Pedro Aquena had
lowering
himself

been shot dead at the post of No. 4 at the landing.

Augustino Cortina,

from the second story window of a residence
in the fashionable quarter, unluckily
lit

on the

bayonet of a

tall

youth from the Youghiogheny

Valley, and night prowling ceased for as
as a

much

moon.
could

Now

it

had begun again, but no

man
cat

is

know it by means of his ears. no more stealthy than a Tagal, even

A
in

the snapping bamboo.

And this was why best men on guard
front,

Coates had put two of his
at the Bellingham's the

night of Sabino's escapade, one at the steps in

one in the yard in

rear,

both stimulated

with strong coffee and a sense of dangerous
duty, and ordered to be
all

night on the

ajert.

At midnight Coates himself, a revolver gleaming at each hip, halted under the shining stars
in front of the house,

where lay

still

querul-

ously moaning, the distracted widow,

—where

28

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
to,

watched, and read
the devoted child.

and strove

to soothe her,

Other army women, kind and charitable as
they ever are in time of trouble, had been there

during the afternoon.

Lolita,

dusky hand-

maid and laundress
had put
All the
his foot

at the hospital,

had worked
for Coates

busily under Bessie's supervision,

down with

firmness hitherto

unlooked for

in that easily string-led subaltern.

women were

to be sent to the railway

with the morrow's sun.

Mrs.

Cross,

her

daughter and Mrs. Warner, living close under
the

wing of the main guard, were
at the outer

safer than

were these

edge of town, but no

man

could

say

what the night would bring

forth.

Sabino had vanished.

had come from Cross.
hoped for from the

No No

further
help

word
be

could

line of the railway,

and

now
had

a

new apprehension had taken

possession

of Mr. Coates.

How

happened

it

that Sabino

had Private Fargo's pocketbook

and
ap-

money?
badge.
either

He would
It

have been

still

more

prehensive had he heard about that costly corps

was

his

belief

that

Sabino

had

found or stolen the book, but that was

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
a belief Miss Bellingham did not share.

29

Nor

was she in position to say what her theory might be. As matters stood, silence seemed
her wiser course.

Army

girls,

frontier

bred

as are

most of

them, have

seen

too

much

of the American

savage to scare easily at the puny Malay.
Bessie Bellingham had been one of the best
shots with a
at
little

Smith

& Wesson
it.

in old
pistol

days

Fort Custer.
well

She had a heavier
to use

now

and had twirled
It

knew how
its all

This night she
tried its

gleaming cylinder and

lock to see that

was
it,

in trim

working

order.

was lying on a

little

table just

where her

mother could not see

but easily within her

reach as she sat and rocked and read aloud. It

was there when she went at ten. o'clock to the east gallery and glanced out at the loveliness of the summer night and saw the moonbeams
glinting on the bayonet of the silent sentry,

peering about him in the lower yard.
there when,

It

was

much
lamp.

later, she tripped out into
little

the quaint Spanish kitchen to heat a

broth

over a

spirit

The

kitchen stood in a

semi-detached, towerlike,at the

two-story structure

end

of the east gallery,

and underneath

30
it

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
on the ground
Sabino's
floor
slept

Sabino's

half-

brother,

half-brother's

diminutive

wife and two pickaninny Tagals that were the
pride of the parents' hearts and, until sorrow

weighed, a source

of

unutterable merriment

and delight
ance.

to

Bess.

Sorely troubled were

those guileless natives over Sabino's disappear-

They looked volumes. They They knew not of Sabino's wealth. They marveled when shown the pocketbook and its store. They
They
said
little.

were pobre-muy pobre.

were questioned as to their knowledge, but
denied everything.
ful fate of

They wept

at the sorrow-

the head of their house.

They had
Igorrotes,

but one theory, Sabino must have been kid-

napped by bad
lower

men from

the hills

or perchance evil doers
river.

—Macabebes
theirs
?

from the

Did not good Padre Alfonso

vouch for
Their
glanced

his piety

—and

little

den was dark and

silent as Bessie

down

the gallery before returning to

her mother.

The
in

glistening revolver

was

still

there when, half

art

hour

later,

she heard low
to listen,

voices out

front

and went

and

stayed a

moment

or two, for, after sipping of

the grateful bowl, Mrs. Bellingham had ap-

!


3

1

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
parently composed herself
slumber.
tered
for

a snatch

of

Coates and his sentry were in muteager, talk.

—almost

The man was

say-

ing something she was not meant to hear, and
therefore longed
to.

She strained her ears
beautiful

and threw back her
hair,

wavy, golden

hoping to catch his rapid words, for he
telling of strange

was

and suspicious sounds
Per-

as of distant voices and plashing oars.

haps over eagerness to catch his words made
her deaf to other matters nearer at hand, for a

bamboo
fluttered

screen

moved

stealthily,

a
to

curtain
stir,

when

there

was no breeze

and
the

when Goates

strode suddenly

away beyond

gate and toward the tree where the "fine look-

ing young soldier" used to roost so frequently

during the inundation,
light

and Bess

finally tip-

toed softly back to her mother's bedside, the
still

burned dimly on the

little

table

where

lay her watch and revolver ten minutes before.

The watch was ticking took it up and noted

there busily the hour

still,

for she

— 12:20—and
it

long had she reason to remember

But the revolver was gone

Even before she could

realize her loss, there

came from

the yard at the rear, stern, sharp,


32

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

almost savage, the challenge of the sentry "Halt!

Who

is

there?"

Springing to the

back gallery, she saw crouching in the dim
light close to the rear gate in the

bamboo

fence,

a form in ghostly white

—saw the sentry with
upon
it

leveled bayonet advancing sturdily

saw crouching,
and dusky
in- the

pantherlike,

two forms, dark
little

shadows of the

tower of
forth,

the servants' quarters,

saw them spring

a gleam of steel in the hand of each, then, with

her instant shriek of warning,

came the spring
gasping cry, a

of the Tagal tiger, a

stifled,

crash as of tumbling metal, a heavy, sodden
fall,

a

gurgling moan,

and away sped the

shadows, vanished in a second.

scream of terror

Her mother's rang from within. The

sentry in front tore through the stone-flagged

passage to the rear of the house and stumbled over a prostrate form in khaki and cried out
for the guard.

Coates came rushing back to
Sabino's infant nephews set up

the quarters.

a

shrill wail.

Almost

instantly there burst upto the

on the night, from the bamboo thickets

rear of the post of the guard, a quick crackle

and sputter of musketry, followed by
rian shout

stento-

from an

Irish sergeant calling

on

a

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
his ready

33

men, and then, almost before she

could realize that an attack was opened upon
their

few defenders, the shutters of two houses

across the street were flung open; flash and

flame leaped from the casement; answering
shots barked

and banged up and down the

dusty

street.

The

insurrectos seemed
all

swarm-

ing in the town and
the fusilade, over

about them,

yet, despite

it,

loud, shrill

and warning,

a cry rang again and again on the night
cry in an
there

unknown

tongue, at sound of which

rows close
fled

came rush and scurry from the hedgeat hand. Dim, white-robed forms
for,

streaking like flying spectres through the

by-ways and darted into nipa huts,
of a swift running

from

the side of the river, there rang the loud cheer

raging over
You'll
kill

all

—"Hold and your
line,
!"

old Cross's voice
fire,

you

fools!

your own people
the

Heaven-directed,

scouting party

had

come back

just in the nick of time.

34

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

PART
Six months
later

IV.
situation at Bally-

and the

bag had somewhat changed.
surrectos both were there.

Amigos and

in-

So were the band,

headquarters and a battalion of the regulars,
but the Bellinghams were gone, leaving Coates
lamenting.

Despite his defection he had defall

served better of fate than to

out of one en-

tanglement into another, wherein he was not
wanted, for Miss Bellingham found him sorely
in need of consolation at a time

when

she had

none

to spare.

It

was that young

devil

"Dan

Cupid" and that had

prolific

source of similar woes,

proximity, that were really to blame.
fallen heels over

Coates

head

in love

with bonny
her,

Bess,

and most loyally had he thought for
it

fought for her and profusely, as

turned out,
indeed, shot
after valiclose un-

had be

bled

for

her.

He

fell,

down from

the opposite

windows

antly collaring

two skulking invaders

der her own.

One, the brother of the van-

ished Sabino, had not even time to hurl

away

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

35

the incriminating pistol he had filched from the
sick chamber.

gory,

still

hand wet and wielded the blood-warm bolo with
other, with a

The

which, not a

minute before,

he had

slit

the

sentry's throat.

The

timely coming of Cross

and

his

men had

nipped the well-planned out-

break in the bud, and brought woe to the hopes
of Tagaldom.

Smiling and submissive, they
at the break of

had come forth by dozens
"to welcome

day

home

to his faithful friends" the

brave captain and his heroic men.

But Cross

ordered instant search of the Padre's house,

and found

it

an arsenal of ammunition.

The

Alcalde, too, turned

out to be a pious fraud.
to see in

But the man that Coates most longed
limbo was Sabino,
other missing

who came not at all. man who came not, even to
it,

Anprove

property and claim

was Private Fargo.
Coates had been

Six months had passed.

offered a leave of absence by an appreciative

corps commander, a cfyance to take a long sea

voyage for recuperation, an opportunity
India,

to see

Aden,

Suez,

Malta,

"Gib," aye, even

Baltimore, and he didn't care to go, but asked
to be allowed to recuperate in

Manila
there.
,

instead.

The Bellinghams were

still

The

pa-

36
ternal

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
general had

found means to provide

Bess with a paying clerkship with which to
support
her

mother.

The

paternal

general

government had found means
bereaved lady's pension

to withhold that
fact that she

—the

had

been

known

all

over the wide frontier, for over
as Bellingham's

a quarter of a century,

own

and only wife was of no

avail in the eyes of the

Washington

officials in the

absence of a mar-

riage certificate that happened to have been

burned with the rest of their belongings one
bitter winter's

night in far

Wyoming.

There

were a dozen
sion building

officers

within a mile of the pen-

who

could have sworn to the
it

widow's rights

in the matter, but

took longer

by

several

months

to send all the papers in the

case back to Manila, where, but for the charity

of friends and the energy of her daughter, the unhappy woman iwould have been in sorest
need.

Coates

stood

by them manfully, limping

about the Ermita suburb in search of chickens
that were not, like the
legs

human

biped native,

all

was ever ready to receive him and pour her woes into his ear. Bess was too busy. Besides, she thought him

and leanness.

Mamma

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
well

7)7

enough now to be stumping about Ballybag and finding out what had become of Sabino, of course, and incidentally, perhaps, of
the
"fine

looking young soldier" of

whom

nothing definite had been heard since just before the night battle.

"Private Fargo,"
port,

said

Cross's official

re-

"was with

the

command
Then

until, after

a

forced march of twenty-two miles,
the river just after dark.
that the insurgents
«

we

reached

it

was found

had run away the ferry

cables

and boats and a delay of two hours oc-

curred before

we

could find barges and

make
that

rafts sufficient to cross the

command.

By

time Fargo had disappeared.
ently

He

had appar-

wandered

off into the darkness

and was
I

probably seized by lurking insurgents and,
fear, dispatched

without mercy."
in that Corporal

But a story had drifted

Forbes had seen Fargo parleying with a China-

man, and two men heard a canoe paddling
across the stream, but their hails

off

were unan-

San Francisco had sent men of mark to inquire, and all the Eighth Corps within reaching distance of the railway by this time knew that the missing private was a millionswered.

38

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
it.

aire or the next thing to

There had never

been doubt that he was a gentleman.

Many

a

man

can be either without being both.
the
first

Then came March,
tidings

of

it

at least,

and

from the North.

Somewhere about

Vigan a troop of cavalry struck the fresh trail of a Filipino band; followed and "jumped it" in the early dawn and the outskirts of a pretty
inland town.

Ordinarily the insurgents got

away.

This time six were captured, also four
prisoners.

American

One, of the

latter

was

Private Fargo

who was

ordered sent round to

Manila by sea as soon as able to travel. With him came Sabino to stand trial for his life.
Arraigned before
pocketbook
officials

and bidden
money,

to ac-

count for the possession of Private Fargo's

and

all

that

Sabino
Seflor
official

promptly and confidentially said that

Fargo had given them

to

him; nor did

scoffing shake his statement.

Private Fargo,

summoned
if

before the same presence,

was con-

fronted with the prisoner and asked
any, of his statement

how much,
to the

"All of

it,"

said

was true. Fargo promptly,
devil he ran

amaze of the provost marshal.

"Then ask him what the

away

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
for," said the Colonel, to the interpreter,

39

the

demand was
culprit

fairly rendered.

and So was the

response.

"The

says

he didn't run

kicked out"

—a

—he was

reply at which the pencils of

the correspondents fairly flew.

"Will you explain

how you came

to give this

man

so

much money?" asked

the deputy pro-

vost marshal, of the private.

A

faint flush rose instantly to the

young

sol-

dier's temples.

He

glanced quickly about him

who might be present. Coates sat glowering by a window of the great stone building a window overlooking the grassgrown parapet, the old Botanical Garden beas though to see

yond, then the long curve of the dusty road-

way, with the stone towers of the Puente Colgante,

the

wide-spreading,

tent-surrounded

buildings of the First Reserve Hospital, and

between them the shaded enclosure of the

Estad© Mayor.
as the

Over

there, half a mile

away

crow

flies,

a blue-eyed girl in black was

bending over the columns of figures on the
glaring page before her, and Fargo
for only a

knew

it,

few days before an attendant had
little

brought him a

packet with the beautiful

:

40

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

corps badge he had never looked to see again.

The

only message with
at

"Found
sibly

it was a line Major Bellingham's

quarters,

Ballybag, September 14th, '99, dropped pos-

by Sabino who disappeared on the
date."

afterit

noon of that
all

Fargo "back tracked"
guard

the

way

to the sergeant of the

at the

Estado Mayor, and there learned that Miss
Bellingham had sent
office close at
it.

She had a desk
upon
his

in

an

hand, they said, and there Fargo

found
form,

her, yet looked

humble uniof
his

faltered

in

the presence

dead

major's daughter and withdrew without seek-

ing speech with

her.

How could he now tell
his

these

men

that

it

was
little

hand

that,

from time
and

to time, sent the

gifts Of flowers

fruit, that his

supplied dainties for their table

money had when others
up the

had

to

go without, that book

it

was

to keep

supply during his absence on scout that he had
hastily thrust the
into Sabino's receptive
in the

palm as he rushed away
sound of the bugle
the corps badge,
scout

gloaming

at

—never

questioning
till

Sa-

bino's probity, never noting
too,

next day that

was gone.

A

weary

was

that with Cross.

Filled with strange

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
foreboding was he from the very
start,

41

and

when at last they reached the river on the homeward way and found the ferry cables gone, Fargo slipped down the bank to a clump of huts he had many a time marked from distant Ballybag,

and hired a Chinaman

to set

him ashore
wait'

at the old stone bridge within sight

of the roof that sheltered her

—and that move

—he

could not

led

him

straight into the

Hours before the fight began he had been whisked away into the jungle and months of captivity. Not until now had he learned that Sabino had thriftly hung on to the cash. Not until now had he
clutches of the insurgent foe.
really connected

him with

the disappearance of

his costly corps badge.

And now

they wished to

know how

he came

to entrust such a

sum

to so faithless a servitor,
telling.

and he shrank from the
"I

prefer not to say,"

was

at last the hesi-

tant reply.

"Surely not because
yourself ?"
!"

it

would incriminate
officer.

frowned the examining
not at
all

"No,

sir,

"Then the court martial

will

compel

it,

so

why

not

now ?"

42

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

Why,

indeed,

if
?

they

knew
was he

all

about that

corps badge, too

How

to suppose that

she had kept that secret to herself

that she,

he and the faithless Sabino were the only ones

who

could

tell

the contents of the the
First

little

packet

brought

in at

Reserve.

Yet,

how

could he shame her by confession of his manifold

and lavish

gifts,

and the purpose,

too, of

his leaving

money with Sabino ?
bounty of

What might

not be said of her, his commander's daughter,
receiving the

—a

private soldier?
if

Let the court martial compel reply,
it

compel

could!

At

least

until

then he would be

dumb.

A

moment

of

profound

silence

ensued,

"Take that man back under guard," were
the orders of the provost marshal.
Full five days elapsed before the assembly of
that court,

and much,

in matters military,

can

be effected even half around the globe within
that time.

"You're checkmated," said a high

official at

the Ayuntamiento, to the judge advocate, and held forth a cable despatch from the Secretary of

War.

In brief, curt cipher

it

directed the

immediate discharge from service of Private

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
P.

43

Fargo,

Company "X"
made

—U.

S.

Infantry.

Once more was Phil a sovereign
could not be
court

citizen

who

—the experience

to testify before a military

of even a Presidentially

ordered martial tribunal having demonstrated
that, in Chicago, at least,
it

has no rights either

the press or the public can be
It

made

to respect.

must be

said of

Fargo that he behaved
with rare magsoldier to civil

toward his
nanimity.
life in

late "oppressors"

The

transition

from

Manila

is

easy, since

the

simplest

of

white raiment serves as "Sunday best" for

both and such garb
land of maiiana.

is

quickly

made even

in the

Fargo couldn't give much of

a dinner because of the poverty of the Manila

market and the limitations of Manila restaurants, but

Mumm in abundance,
the

properly cooled,

covereth a multitude of short comings, and

Mumm
group

was
of

word even when
mainly

a laughing

exiles,

shoulder-strapped,

gathered to congratulate him on the record he

had made

in the ranks

and on

his speedy return

to the States.

"Well,

I

may

not return
bit.

at once,"

said

Fargo, again flushing a

"I

may

run over

44
to

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

Hong Kong
And

first,"

he added, hurriedly, as

he caught Coates's

eye.

Coates was thinking

—hard.
knew who else who could have
tell

promptly enough

So was Bessie Bellingham, who had heard how Fargo had refused to tell

about that money, and
could have told,

who
least

well

at

guessed, though she

wouldn't

for

the

world.
threats,

To

think of his submitting to arrest,
rather

punishment

than

tell

what
think

might have told the whole story!
that mother's "fine looking
spite the
shirt,

To

young man,"

flapping

campaign, hat, the flannel

the sliced-off khaki inexpressibles

— —was
de-

a club young man, a college young man, a

young man of the "capitalistic class"! She had encountered that term somewhere in the
course of her reading aloud to papa in the long

winter evenings before the outbreak of the war.

A big tear

fell

on the back of the slender white
after

hand as she recalled those homelike hours her return from school days in the East.
fond and proud he had been
uneasiness he had
!

How

he had taken in her devotion

What comfort to him! What
the youngsters
their cozy hours

shown when

came

in to call

and break up


A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
together
!

45

some young officer would come in and carry her off, and mamma so correspondingly afraid that some one would not! all that first winter of her
ever
so"

He was

afraid

home coming,
hoped and
all,

— —the only one planned —
for,

of

all

they had

the only one, after

for in April the regiment had been ordered
to

away
there

Cuba and from
to

there back to

ing, just

pack up for Manila.

WyomAnd now
read, she

was no dear
to

old daddy, fond and proud,
in.

to read to

and rejoice

She could

might read
plaining,

querulous and comwas calling from an inner room they had but two and the girl set down upon the broad white window ledge the old opera glass which had so often gazed out over the fields and flats and

mamma, And now mamma,

but

floods about Ballybag,

and through which she

had been studying the swift-darting carriages
over along the sea wall of the Lurieta.

The

day had been insupportably
tense.

hot, the glare in-

The evening

breeze off the beautiful

bay was
the
first

now

soft, cool

and

inviting.

It

was

really
realize

restful
it

hour,

and

mamma

seemed to

and

called her.

Bess went

46

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
Perhaps she
felt

with a sigh.
ing.

what was comprompt
from
her

Perhaps she was only mindful of a cer-

tain maternal peculiarity that used to

that piously disposed matron, in her hours of

ease and dejection, to

summon
and
life

the child
to

her

joyous

companions,

sober

daughter's blithe spirits by long homilies on
the uncertainty of

human

and the hollow-

ness of

human

affection,

with especial refer-

ence to her father's short-comings in the latter
line.

Having spent
girl to

eight hours of the day in
it

labor that the mother might not want,

now

behooved the
"I suppose
to see

spend another, at

least, in

listening to her upbraidings.

you know Mr. Coates has been me," was the salutation, and the elder

slowly plied her big Chinese fan and narrowly

watched her daughter as she spoke.

"He comes

almost every day, doesn't he?"
as Bessie sank into a

was the guarded answer,
seat near the maternal

lounging chair.

"Almost!" impatiently.

"Every day, and
Mrs. Bellingham
It

you know

it,

Elizabeth!"

could never bear that name.

was

that of her

husband's favorite

sister,

now

deceased.

She

used

it

only on state occasions or

when she


A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
wished to be unusually impressive
"Moreover, you know
it's

47

if

not severe.

high time you gave

him an answer."
"Another?"
"Yes, another
!

A

different one,
it

if

you

will

have
for

it,

and he deserves
this

after all he's

done

you

-bridling

—and sure get month." Mamma was and the fan going "The—answer, do you mean?" now
to.

—and within a
it

file

of his captaincy, too

at speed.

queries

Miss Bellingham,

guilelessly, yet guiltily.

She

knows

better.

Moreover, she knows that beof Fargo

fore she

knew

—and even
know
let

after that

and
•day

while she had reason to

of Coates's

plighted troth, she
in

—she

Coates come every
because

growing
it

admiration,

.course,

was perfectly safe, he being pledged to another and presumably in love. She had even allowed herself to be what Mr.
Howells
calls

—because

—of

"intentionally

beautiful"

at

Ballyh,ag, and for Coates's ardent eyes

and Miss
being

Cross's
•five

envious

contemplation,

—Kitty

cycles her senior in years, and several shades

her inferior in attractions.
there be

What harm

could

when he had supposably no

eyes exthat

cept for his Baltimore

beauty? And now

!

48

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
and
for-

brave, stupid, foolish fellow had gone

gotten his far-away love and allowed his affections to fasten

on her
I

"His captaincy,
it's

mean," says mamma, "and
deserve.

much more than you

When

I

married, your father was only a second lieutenant.

Don't think you can afford to fool away

your. time here." the
diction

(Mamma,
at

alas! did not use

prescribed

Ogontz)

"Girls

are coming by every boat, but bachelors are
scarcer than

one
lad,

this evening, Felippy,"

—than —No, —
ice
is it,

I

can't see

any

this to a Filipino

who appeared

barefooted and patient at

the doorway, a card extended in his
fingers.

brown
Bureau
with

"Who

Bessie?"
called at the

"A

—a gentleman who
falters

yesterday,"

Miss

Bellingham,

color suddenly

rising.

Had

Coates enlight-

ened
tion?

mamma
She

as to Mr. Fargo's transforma-

herself

had never referred

to

it

nor to him.

Their sole reception room was

the partially enclosed veranda at the front, and
thither

had "Felippy" conducted the
to thus

caller be-

fore

coming

mutely announce him.

"Mr. P. Fargo, University Club, San Francisco," reads

mamma

from the card dutifully

— "
A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
passed to her.
person.
If this

49

"I'm sure
is

/ know of no such any reason why you you

are playing fast and loose with

Sam

Coates

——

"Mother!"
"Well, next time he comes you'll just have

him for yourself, I shan't. What's this Mr. Fargo like?—" But the daughter had fled to her little sancto see
,

turn within

and was dashing cool water on her She looked

was itself when she joined Mr. Fargo on the gallery, and found him, as she was
composure
awhile ago, gazing out on the Luneta,
fast fading

wrists

and brow.

—and

now

under the robe of night.
in im-

Very presentable looked Mr. Fargo
maculate white
drilling,

with silken gloves and

hose and canvas shoes as snowy, and a face
well nigh as pale.

Just one speck of color ap-

peared on his dainty garb.

The

little

jeweled

corps badge in scarlet, blue and white enamel

and polished gold hung

at his left breast.

He

looked so cool and fresh and white, and her

garb was so black and sombre, but he never

seemed

to see

it

as he turned

and greeted her

eagerly.

"I

must ask you to forgive

my

intruding so

"

50

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
"I have

sqoii again," said he.

—news.

I

am

called at once to

Hong Kong."
up
instantly into the

The
brown.

blue eyes looked

This was so different from what he

had

told her

—yesterday.
me
to-day.
is

"Yes, they cabled

Father's cor-

respondent in the China trade

very

ill

and

I

am

needed.

They expected me
but

days

since, really,

to be there ten

"Won't you be
will be here

seated,

Mr. Fargo?

Mother

directly."

least of letting

It was one way at him know he was detaining un-

necessarily a long, slim, white hand.

"Oh, thanks, yes."

And now Mr. Fargo

remembers that he should have asked for
mother, as he lowers himself into a cane chair
six feet

away and

three feet broad

and deep,

while Miss Bellingham slowly settles upon a
light

bamboo and

leans an elbow
It is

on the broad
still

ledge of the gallery.

getting darker

and

the electric globes are sparkling over at
'

and all along the Luenta drive. Every now and then a carriage whisks along under their perch, its white-garbed occupants looking up and lifting their white-topped caps, for Miss Bellingham is very much' looked up
the kiosk


1

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
to

5

and admired
be

linesmen are

army circles. Most of the away at the front, but guards
in

must
is

maintained,

and

staff

officers

in

swarms are needed
too big

in Manila.

The

big chair

—too

far

away,

perhaps, for Mr.

Fargo impatiently heaves
of
its

his

long length out

depths and impulsively draws nearer to

her.

Bess herself

is tall,

but Mr. Fargo has
it

nearly six feet to his credit and bears

well.
rail

Now

his white

elbow comes down on the

as he bends toward her, his dark eyes seeking

the bright blue.

"Yes," he continues, his thin face working
oddly, and his eyes glowing into hers as at
first

she

lifts

them
as

bravely, "I ought to have

gone as soon
I

my

discharge was ordered, but

just missed the Esmeralda

—At

least,"

he

hurries on, "I

wasn't

ready.

Miss Belling-

ham,

I've got to be at the general's this evensail at

ing and to

dawn.
call
I

There was no way of

asking permission to
to be conventional.

upon you,

—no time
it,

beg you to pardon
other

to believe that under

circumstances I
I've

should have sought permission.

come
sent

There was something

else I

wanted and could

not ask you for at the

office.

You

me


52

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
corps badge, but, that

my
that

little

blue ribbon
find that,

was with

it

pray, didn't

you

too?"

Indeed she had! the very ribbon that blew

away unseen by her or- her companions that breezy evening when Coates so cavalierly
acknowledged the "present" of the
ing young soldier" on No.
3.

"fine look-

Indeed she had,

and had unrolled

it

with

wonderment and

strange emotion of pleasure, and had guarded
it

carefully ever since
falters
:

mendaciously

"Find

it?

—O,

yes,

—even though now she suppose but —
I

didn't

it,

had any value."
"Value!" he
closer to her,
cries,

and now he bends

still

and she cannot but shrink a
the movement, so glowing

little,

so eager

is

is

his

gaze, so thrilling his tone.
I've
it.

"Miss Bellingham,

come to beg for it. I cannot go without I wore that ribbon near my heart until the

night

we
it.

hurried away.
I

It

dragged out with

the pocketbook,

suppose, and probably Sabino
it

found
away.

I

want

again.
it,

Ah, don't draw

I've got to say

no matter how sudI

den

it

may

seem, I've loved you ever since
at

saw you there

Ballybag

—loved you so that


A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
I can't

53
in this

go and leave you here slaving
Oh, look
eyes
at

scorching climate.

me, Bessie!

Look up

into

my

—read
my

it

for yourself

Can't you see
ribbon that I

you

how I love you? Give me my may know I may come back to
to be

to

beg you

wife."

Who
ances?"

was

it

said "beware

of entangling

alli-

Shades of the immortal
that in

George!

Whoever dreamed
within easy
sail

faraway Manila,

of the oldest philosophy of the

world, these, his children of a nation barely a

century old, should so far forget the teachings
of the father of his country
ances," indeed!
!

"Entangling

alli-

Hers was a straight backed,
She couldn't draw away
inclined.

stiff-backed chair.

farther even

were she so

On

the

left breast of the

snowy sack coat

just over his

bounding heart that pretty corps badge, obeying the natural law of gravitation and seeking
the vertical

now

that he

was leaning
its

so far for*

ward, was dangling from
there

golden bar, and
hair, its

was her curling crop of golden
Only

tendrils twining instinctively as the vine about

any projecting support.

for an instant,

oh, certainly only for the merest instant

— and

by the merest

accident, those lovely tendrils,


54

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.

that dainty, dangling, tangling corps badge are
in juxtaposition, but,

that

instant

is

"a miss is good as a mile," good as an age, for when

"Felippy" comes shuffling in with a lamp, just
preceding

mamma and her
Her

fan, corps

badge and
blushes

curls are hopelessly entwined.

Her
to

are beautiful to see.

struggles are frantic.

There

is

no need of blue ribbon
insignia
efforts

wrap round
she tears
are vain.
it

that martial
loose, for his

when
to

at

last

unfasten

The twin

circles

of the Eighth
hair,

Corps

are

twined with golden

and

mamma

stands

glaring at the "fine looking

young

soldier" of

Ballybag

days,

practically

embracing
certainly

her

daughter, for his left

arm

is

around
to

her as he aids her to

rise.

"Well

I

declare!" says
else.

madame, unable

say anything

"That's

just

what

I've been doing," says

"But was rather sudden, I suppose, and I haven't had much experience," he adds, in hapFargo, promptly facing the inevitable.
it

less humility.

"Elizabeth,

is

not this the young

man

that
I
!"

Oh, what would your poor father have said ?

wonder you can look Mr. Coates

in the face

:


55

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
This
starts
is

too

much

for Miss Bellingham.

She

from her

lover's side, a flash in her bright
cries,

blue eyes.

"Mother !" she

have blessed

"father would

" but gives

way

to a flood of in-

dignant tears,

for

there

stands

Lieutenant

Coates, speechless, at the door.

"Excuse me," stammers the
Felipe beckoned, but
rupt."
didn't

intruder.

"I
arid

knbcked twice, and the doors were open
I

mean

to inter-

In the language of the day "it was up to

Fargo."
fully

He

alone can explain and right
it.

manfit

he does
little

"Mrs. Bellingham," he says,
in his voice that

with a
in

choke

seems to

with the words, "I was the young
I enlisted

man

in

the lieutenant's company.

from sen-

timental motives, perhaps.
I

So did other fellows So long as
to

know, and I'm neither sorry nor ashamed.
brought

It
I

me
I

to

—your daughter.
free, yet

was a

soldier I couldn't speak, for all I loved

her.

Now

am
I

must go
I

China

in

the morning.
I

should have come

first to

you,

admit, but there was no time.

have begged

Miss Bellingham to be
ing back to get

my wife, my answer."

and I'm com-

Then he

turns to her, his lips trembling


56

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
"Forgive

me

for this scene
I

that

my

awk-

wardness has caused you.
but I shall write.

must go

at once,

Good-night, Miss Bessie,"
like a

and he bows over her limp white hand
courtier of old.

"Good-night, Mrs. Bellingin

ham," and he bends

formal respect, almost in

stately obeisance, to the elder lady, speechless

for the nonce behind her fan.

"Good-night

Mr. Coates," and the
superior officer
is

inclination to his late

just

what

civility requires,

and with another, a comprehensive, bow,
threshold,

at the

Mr. Fargo

steps forth into the night

and

his waiting carriage.
little

The

brown imp of a coachman had been

saving of his candles.
lighted,
point.
start,

The lamps were not
were
strict

yet

and
It

regulation's

on that

had to be done before they could

and meantime down came Coates, looking
and dazed.

aimless

Moreover he was

still

lame, and the

men

at least

had loved him for a

brave and kindly

officer.

"May

I

drive you anywhere in town, Mr.

Coates?" said Fargo.
the palace."

"I'm going right up
in her face

to

Something

had

filled

his heart with

hope and gladness and charity

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
for
all

57

men, and his hand was clasped upon the

soft, silken tendrils still

hanging on

his breast.

"Thanks

—much
that

obliged

I

believe not to-

night," said Coates, as he limped away, think-

ing ruefully

he

was driven whether he
brilliant,

would or

no.

He

wasn't over

but he

had read and seen enough.

Fargo was gone nearly two months, but long
before his return the engagement of Miss Bel-

lingham was announced by

mamma;

long, in-

deed, before Miss Bellingham

would have antales

nounced were

it

herself,

and some fabulous

afloat, indirectly traceable to the exultant

matron, concerning Fargo's wealth and social
position.

Mrs. Bellingham, for a

woman

wid-

owed and woe-begone
tion

so short a time before,

had displayed remarkable powers of recupera-

—"was

in her glory," said certain envious

mothers, with daughters of their

own

not yet

provided

for.

It

was

quite the

romance of the
happy

early spring.

It

was a

beautiful ring the

fellow slipped upon that slender finger the night

of his return, and she thanked him with shy
delight and love in her

beaming

eyes. in

"Who

do you suppose was buying another

58
the

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
same shop?"
is

the laughing question, a

little later.

"Captain Coates?" she answers, interrogatively.

"He said Hong Kong when
"Captain Coates
a Baltimore
girl.

he was going by

way

of

he bade us good-bye."
it

was and the ring was
!

for

He

told

me

they'd been en-

gaged for nearly two
sweetheart, I fancied
reflectively.

years,
•"

and d'you know,

and Mr. Fargo pauses,

"What Mr. Fargo?" may resent all accusation
wise does
it

The woman

in her

of having in the least

degree encouraged other admirations, yet in no
repel assertion of their existence.
!"

"Mr. Fargo, indeed
mently.

he remonstrates, vehe-

"Can't you
finds
it

call

me

Philip yet?
v

Your

mother

easy," he adds, with whimsical

delight, but the instant

shadow on her fond and

him with self reproach. "Forgive me, Bessie," he murmurs, all love and con"I want to be Philip to trition on the instant.
lovely face covers
to all who are near and dear to you, but you most of all," and now his arms encircle her and draw her to his breast mamma having considerately left them to their own devices

her

to

and sent Felipe to the commissary's.

She

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
nestles there
It is all so

59

one moment, with drooping head.
strange a happi-

new and sweet and

ness,

very far away.

and work and want and care seem now so His lips are pressing kisses on
is

her rippling hair, but the fair face

pillowed
it.

beyond
the

their reach,
it

and he so longs for

An

effort to upraise

results only in its

burrowing

more

closely

deeply, whereat, instead of
contact, he suddenly

rejoicing in
flinches,

the

blissful

and most unaccountably, unromantic-

ally says

"Ouch !" The bonny head pops up

instanter,

prompt

consternation in the big blue eyes.

"Oh
side,"

!

I've hurt

you

!"

she

cries.

"T'wasn't

you

—It's—something
coat, his

way

in-

he says, and opening the

loose,

Manila-

made, grass-cloth

hand explores be-

neath, exposing the white silken shirt and, as
it

withdraws, drags partially to light an end of
bright
blue
ribbon,

a frayed,

whereat the
"It's

blushes deepen on
the pin

her dimpling cheek.

of that blessed corps badge,"

says

Fargo.

"The

thing got twisted in the inner

pocket and spiked

me

in the ribs.

It's all

right

now," and again the arms enfold her.

Shyly

she drops her head upon his shoulder, the slen-


60
der,

A CONQUERING CORPS BADGE.
white hand whereon the beautiful ring
is

gleaming, creeps up and timidly draws to light

an inch or two of the prized blue ribbon.
seizes

He
to

hand and ribbon both and draws them

his lips.

"It
little

seemed a mighty long time before that
ribbon came back to

me

over the China

Sea, Miss Bellingham. I began to think Coates

had the

inside track

—and
all

that

it

wasn't I

the corps badge that
derful evening."

drew you here
right,"

—but
won-

that

"Oh

—you

drew

answers Miss

Bellingham, falling unconsciously into the lan-

guage of the camp and the Corps. Then, dimpling again, delight

and mischief mingling
;

in her

happy, hidden face, she waits an instant then
bewilderingly, bewitchingly pretty, she glances

up

into his eyes,

"But

it

was .the badge

that

didn't—let go."

"PIT-A-PATTY."

"

JACK ROYAL.
"A
House
camp.
queer thing happened out there at Block

nt'

other night," began the aide-de-

"Royal was on guard and a carriage

came bounding over Concordia Bridge

And

here the aide-de-camp stopped short and
staff officer

turned sharply on a brother

who
the

had with prompt and amazing vigor brought
his

booted

heel

down on

the

toes

of

speaker.

"What

in

h

—"

again began the aide-de-

camp, in agonized query, then again stopped
short at sight of the offender's face.

In

dumb

show
to

his brother officer

was

all

but saying,

"Shut up, you

idiot!" as he glanced significantly
civilian sat in earnest

where a middle aged

converse with the General.
It

was

just

after

dinner,

and dinner

in

Manila

in the

days preceding the outbreak of

a

62
hostilities

JACK ROYAL.
in

February,
it

1899,

was not the
campaign.

movable

feast

became

later in the

At 7 :30 sharp

the Filipino

major domo, yclept
staff

Marcel ino, expected the General, his

and

the few guests from the neighboring barracks or from town to take their seats before permitting the procession to enter
gions.
t

from the outer

re-

Then
the Philippine's practical neighbor!'

"Foremost and bearing the bowl

Came
in the

person of

graduate of the

Ah Lung, chef de cuisine Hong Kong club and a knight

commander

of the Order of the Skillet, and

Ah

Lung's smile was broad as he deposited the
in front of the General, for
it

huge tureen

was

a fad of that single

—and sometimes
Ah
Lung,

ill-starred

veteran personally to serve the baker's dozen
daily
in

evidence at their hospitable board.
in spotless

Following at the heels of
white,

came Fabian and Manuelito, natives here and to the manner born, who were the
official

waiters of the brigade mess, and

who
left

took

station, respectively, to the right

and

rear of the
tions,
it

"Old Man,"
his staff.

as,

through

later revela-

was
by

established the brigadier

dubjb,ed

Oyer the

was beceremony cere-

JACK ROYAL.

63

rnoniously presided Marcellino, graduate of the

menage of a Spanish grandee who had come
to Manila to repair his fallen fortunes at the

expense of those that remained to the luckless
natives.
It

had been the habit of the General
mess

and

his staff, earlier in the winter, to sit at

in the cool

white garb so suited to the climate,
all that.

but matters at the front had changed

Every night of late the chief and his retainers had spent riding the line, with occasional catnaps in Paco suburb, out Santa Ana way, and, as men had to be at their posts early in the
night,
it

resulted that only those

who were

not

"on watch" came

to table in white; the chief

in blue serge or khaki

and the aides
happened

in either,

giving a diversity to the coloring of the board.

And

this

night there

in

a

civilian

whose customary suit of solemn black was unHe was relieved by glaring white shirt front. buttoned up in sombre alpaca; had just returned from

Hong Kong; had no
home
at

dress clothes

nearer than his

Santa Ana; had need

to see the General, he said,

on personal busi-

ness, and, despite his protests,
stay, dine,

was induced

to

-smoke

in

and was now an easy chair out on the broad vetaking a post prandial

64

JACK ROYAL.

randa that overlooked the ever beautiful bay
of Manila.
It

was a lovely January evening,
starlit.

soft, still

and
lets,

The

rythmical plash of the wavefell

on the sandy beach

in soothing ca-

dence on the ear.
the

The

distant

war dogs of

Yankee

fleet off

Cavite were trying their

search lights and tossing great beams of silver

athwart the

skies, ever

and again sweeping the

long concave semicircle of the south shore with
jealous and unwinking eye, and "spiering" as

Bruce
high

said, far

over to Manila.
of
the

Bruce was a

functionary

Hong Kong and
of the English

Shanghai bank and a
Club

pillar

—and

church

—and

Bruce, a

welcome

guest at any time, had declined to stay to din-

ner that night.

He

pleaded an engagement,

but the foot-crushing aide noted that not until

Bruce saw the black-garbed

civilian did that

engagement occur to him.
far as to take

He had gone

so

an ante prandial peg with the
official's

adjutant general in that

own room

and
ger,

then,

coming out on the rear veranda

where

sat the chief in converse with the stran-

Bruce had shaken hands most cordially
re-

with the former and very awkwardly and

JACK ROYAL.
luctantly

65

with

the

latter.

It

was

plain

he

didn't like him,

when to the General's "I presume you know Mr. Pettibone," Bruce re-

sponded, "Ei-

—ah—

yes, yes.

How' do?"
Boston to the

For a man who claimed

to be

backbone, Mr. Pettibone bore few of the birth-

marks of Back Bay. He had turned up Manila soon after the American occupation
mysterious kind.

in in

August, and was energetic in business of some

He had

pervaded the Ayun-

tamiento for a month or so until the sentry be-

gan one day asking

his business before letting
in evidence

him

up-stairs.

Then he was much

about the depot quartermaster's.

And

then

there arrived his family, the wife, too

young
one

looking to be the mother of either the callow

youth who escorted

her, or of his sister, the

redeeming member

of the family

circle.

She

came

just in the nick of time, for Jonas Pettilost

bone had

favor in the eyes of the elect and
curtly as

though he sought

was cold-shouldered about Manila as to borrow money.

When

the original
his

commander of

the depart-

ment took
sor,

departure he bequeathed his

suspicions of Pettibone to his revered succes-

but that was before Patty Pettibone came

66

'

JACK ROYAL.
scene.

upon the
cers

"Pit-a-Patty" the young

offi-

began to speak of her presently,

in allusion

to the effect she

had on the hearts of her ad-

mirers,
step

and they were many.
deficient in

Nor was

her

mother

charms, though someto pathis

what more mature, nor was she averse
rading them.
It

was indeed because of

proclivity on part of his spouse that Pet took

alarm, and no sooner did the Insurgents issue
their

mandate

to the effect that the

Yankee

officers

would no longer be allowed

to visit in

the villages outside the line encircling Manila,

than he jumped at a chance to rent a furnished

house

in

Santa Ana, a delightful

little

suburban

town on the bank of the Pasig not three miles from the heart of the city, and thither in January had he moved Mrs. "Pet", as I regret to
say the youngsters called her, Jonas,
Jr:,

who

amounted

to nothing,

and "Pit-a-Patty" who
Manila the Pets had
open carriage and
shy, silent, wistful-

.amounted to a great

deal.

Now, while
pair,

living in

sported a very natty

little

and madame and her

looking stepdaughter appeared every evening

among
Luneta.

the promenaders en voiture along the

For a

time, too,

it

was

their habit to

JACK ROYAL.
draw up
Kitson,
to the curb near the bandstand,

67

and and

there they were speedily joined by Parke and subalterns

of

the

Fifty-third,

sometimes by "Patsy" Bolivar of the Cavalry,

and always by handsome Jack Royal, of the Washingtons, whose company was quartered
far out on the Calle Nozaleda, but

minded a two-mile tramp each soup and fish on his return, so long as he could
look love for thirty minutes into the eyes of
pretty Patty Pettibone. Other fellows there* were

who never way or cold

Who would

gladly have cut in for the running

and cut out Jack, but he took no chances. Not until they began doubling the outposts and
calling

on

his

company

for

duty at the far

front did he miss an evening,
just before Pet

and that was only
family to Santa

moved

his

Ana.

If,

then, Jack

Royal so steadfastly "held
that Parke, Kit-

the pole" and his place by the left rear wheel

Patty's side

—how came
how
it.

it

son and Bolivar were so constant?
Pet.

Ask Mrs.

Better than any of her far-sighted sex
far she

she could see just

had impressed
warriors, and
ill

those most impressionable

young
an

mightily she liked

It is

wind

that

blows nobody good.

So absorbed were

they

68
in

JACK ROYAL.
their

charmer,

so

engrossed was she in

charming, that Patty and Jack were so completely

and

blissfully ignored as to

be able to

coo and

murmur and

look unutterable things,

and the course of true love ran smooth and
sweet as a Filipino manifesto until Pet saw
to ransack his wife's bureau one evening
fit

when
still

she

was

at the

Luneta and he supposedly
notes

at Ilo Ilo,

and therein he found a note of an-

other

kind

several

that

jarred

like

sweet
row.

bells jangled,

and that /night there was a
Pet
seat

No more

did the ladies drive alone.

sat scowling

on the front

and borbade the

diminutive cochero to rein up anywhere.
or three

Two

young regulars experienced no little chagrin, and thirty or more no no end of mischievous delight, over the sudden break in those
blissful

relations.

But Jack Royal was too
tried

deeply, honestly, squarely in love to be laughed
at,

and the only fellow who

it

was a young
regiment
it

"tough" through
an

who had got
political "pull"

into

the

and went out of

with

official

"push" that never

safe across the sea.

let up till he was But that was because of

a case of "white feather" that blackened his

record

—of

"cold feet" that developed in the

JACK ROYAL.
heat of battle

69 knock

—not

solely because of the

out he got at the hands of Jack Royal, whose
heart was sore as the offender's head,
sore-hearted

and
to

men

are hard hitters.

Then

as there

were hours when Pet had

be about his business and
receiving visitors, the

madame

persisted in

move

to Santa

Ana

fol-

Once there Pet thought his birdling safe from followers. He took the carriage every morning himself to town and drove back
lowed.

only toward dusk.

He

imagined that thereby

he prevented his wife from coming into Manila,

and that the Filipinos would as

effectively

prevent the young officers from going to Santa

Ana.

But Pet wasn't as bright as
There was nothing

his wife

by

any means.

to prevent the

young

fellows' sending carriages out for her,

nothing to prevent her driving in to shop on
the Escolta, nothing to prevent their joining

her there and as Manila afforded no such resort as Delmonico's or

The Wellington

—no

cool retreat

where

ices

and chocolate could be

served, there

might have been nothing to pre-

vent madame's accepting their invitation to
drive to barracks and partake of

and confectionery

at the officers' club.

champagne There

JO

JACK ROYAL.
Patty
the

would have been nothing but for Patty.
put her
little

foot

down summarily on
to

scheme.

She would drive with her stepmother
and aboveboard"

"open

and along the

Escolta and be rewarded by a few brief wofds

on the Calle Nozaleda with her watchful Jack,
but the pure heart of the American girl needed

no prompting where

to

draw the

line.

Her
at

lovely blue eyes, soft, pleading

and wistful
fire

most times, flashed with unwonted
tron.

as they

gazed straight into the black orbs of the ma-

"You know you cannot go
this

there withshall not."

out me," said she, "and with

me you

And
to

was

in part the situation

when

old

Pet found

it

imperatively necessary to go over
the third

Hong Kong
he

week

in

January.

NoW
side

he was in a quandary.

To
take

be on the safe

much

desired to

madame and

Patty with him, but that would cost a heap of

money, and Pet was close as a clam.
to the agents of the

He

Went
but

Esmeralda and "boned"
ladies,
it.

them for a "complimentary" for the

the agents were obtuse and couldn't see

He
com-

tackled that jovial mariner, Taylor, her

mander, but Taylor had long since "sized up"
Pet,

and

his

former

"Any

time the ladies want

1

JACK ROYAL.
to run over to

7

Hong Kong

let

me know" had
to

meant any time they wanted
Pet.

go without
resi-

Pet would have been glad to invoke the

guardianship of certain charming English
dents of Santa Ana, but the

men had given him the cold shoulder almost from the start, and women, though their hearts went out to
Patty and would have found welcome for her,
had, with unerring instinct, taken

madame's

measure and never seemed to see
calling,

her.

As

for

none of

their little

number ever conin

templated such a thing for a minute.

But there were impressionable gallants
and about Santa Ana as well as across the
in

lines

and about Manila, and madame's
field

rolling
staff

orbs had speedily lured certain
officers

and

young gentlemen of fair fortune and European education, several of whom had served in the army of
of the Filipino

army

Spain and two, at

least,

who had been
war

taught

the rudiments of the art of

in Paris

and

Madrid.
but

Of

these

was Sandoval, swarthy,

suave,

aide-de-camp to General Ricarte,

whose headquarters were in the big stone building backing on the river directly across the
Plaza from the windows of the retreat old

72

JACK ROYAL.
NeedGeneral,

Pettibone had chosen for his birdlings.

ing no other "bid" than that which he read in

madame's

bold, black eyes, the

little

accompanied by two of

his staff,

with Sand-

oval as interpreter, called in person to
respects

pay his
all

and before the week was out
visitors

were

frequent

when Pet wasn't
little

in.

To

madame, who spoke a

Spanish and was

desirous of learning more, the General and his
senior staff officer paid assiduous court.

But
be

Sandoval spoke English,
sure,

like a grandee, to

and

all
it,

the

more

stately

and sonorous did

he

make

and Sandoval was fascinated from

the start by those liquid blue eyes, by the fair
face and pearly teeth of pretty Patty Petti-

bone.

It

was a

clear case of physical

charm,

for Patty, loving and loyal, had no thought
for

any man on earth but her bonny boy
to Sandoval

in the

•uniform of the First Washington, and never a

word would she vouchsafe
could possibly help
it,

if

she

thereby only spurring
de-

him

to

more assiduous and demonstrative

votion and, presently, to investigation as to this
utter indifference to fascinations he

had never

hitherto exerted in vain.

Among

the damsels

of Spain, the Mestizas of Manila, the daugh-

JACK ROYAL.
ters of the

73

"high class" and educated natives,

Sandoval had borne for three years a record
as a lady
little

killer.

He

raged
his

in his

semi-savage
his

heart to find

all

charms wasted,

advances

spurned,

his

flowery

compliments

laughed

at.

There could be only one explana-

tion, said

he

—another—a previous attachment.
the

Then who was
It

man ?
Half a mile
of

'

wasn't hard to find out.

.west from Ricarte's headquarters meandered
the Tripa de Gallina

—a pulsating estuary
fell

the Pasig that rose and

with the

tide, its

median narrow

line the intangible barrier

betwixt the

limits accorded the

Yankee intruders
There,

and the broad lands of the Insurgents.
into Manila,

bearing the main highway from the interior
stood the massive stone bridge

known
Santa

as the Puente de Concordia.

On

the

Ana

side, close to the stream,
filled

stood the
soldiers

guard-house
in

with swarthy

little

broad-brimmed straw hats and pale blue

uniforms,
bridge, the
roadside.

two

sentries

ever

pacing

at

the

arms of the guard stacked

at the

Beyond

the bridge, a yard perhaps

from the abutment, strode a stalwart Yankee, Springfield on shoulder, and two hundred

74

JACK ROYAL.
House

paces beyond him there towered Block
ii,

crammed with

blue-shirted boys

from the

Pacific slope of the far-away States, for there

was stationed the advance guard of the First
Brigade, First Division of the Eighth
Corps, a brigade

Army

made up

entirely, barring the

commander and his staff, of gallant volunteers from California, Idaho and Washington.
Against that block house, in redoubts along
the river bank Ricarte had trained his guns.

Krupp

Against the block house and the blue

picket posts along that crooked stream the In-

surgents had thrown up earthworks here, there

and everywhere along the

front.

Over that

bridge and into the Insurgent lines no more

was Yankee foot permitted.
nets

Levelled bayo-

and harsh "No quiere Americanos" turned
Across that

back every would-be explorer.
bridge,

on the contrary, anywhere, everywhere
lines, unlet,

they cared to go within the Yankee

unhindered, even honored by saluting sentries

and welcomed by
at their
aldo.

officers

and men, wandered

own sweet will the soldiers of AguinSuch were the orders issued by the deIt

partment commander; such were his instructions

from home.

made many a Yankee

JACK ROYAL.
soldier shake his head, but
his
it

75
couldn't shake
"If that's

sense

of

subordination.

what

Uncle

Sam

wants," said "Thinking Bayonets",

"it goes,

but

me

if I

can see the sense of

it!"

And
there

so

it

took Sandoval next to no time to

hear and then to go and see for himself that

was a

tall,

handsome, dark-eyed, darkfirst

haired, dashing looking

lieutenant quar-

tered right there at the Archiepiscopal palace

across the Paco bridge

who was always on
when
it

lookout for a certain carriage

came

spinning in from Santa Ana, as well as on the

back

trip,

and who seemed

to rejoice in being

officer

of the guard at Block

House n.

It

was

the nearest post to Santa

inamorata.

suggest to

Ana and his And Sandoval went so far as to madame that he would be glad to

drive with her occasionally, and to the aston-

ishment of Lieutenant Jack Royal, when next
the carriage came bounding across Concordia

Bridge one sunshiny afternoon

late in

January,

and

his field glasses

had told him "she", as
seat, the sentries at

usual,

was on the back

both

ends of the bridge, Tagal and Yankee, presented arms, and then that "queer thing hap-

y6

JACK ROYAL.

pened" that the General's aide-de-camp started
to
tell

about in the hearing of old Pet him-

self.

Royal
stairs

had

gone

leaping

down

the

wooden

within and into the brilliant sun-

shine without,

and over

to the roadside just in
its

time to meet the carriage as

spirited little

ponies were pulled up at the post

Number

3,

and there on the front

seat,

facing the ladies,
officer in

beamed a dapper

little

Tagal

uniform

of immaculate white, the gold stars on his

shoulders fresh from the dainty hands of the
Filipino maids at the

Convent of San Pablo,

the broad-brimmed straw hat, finer in texture

than the famous fabric of Panama, circled by
its

snowy, silken ribbon with the insignia of his

regiment embroidered in gold, a silken kerchief
in

one white gloved hand, the other

raised instantly in precise salute as

madame

sententiously spoke the

words of introduction,

emphasizing, as was her wont, the difference
in rank.

"Captain Sandoval, permit

me

to introduce

Lieutenant Royal," and Jack, sighting warning
in his sweetheart's blue eyes,

flushed,

bowed

after the

American fashion and half extended

his long, shapely hand.

"


JJ

JACK ROYAL.
"It ees an

honor

I

have seek for so long,"

exclaimed Sandoval, hand and kerchief on his
heart,

(and showing two rows of unimpeach-

able teeth).

"We
desire

—your

brothers in arms

your

allies,

much

the acquaintance of so

distinguished officers."

"Yes," answered Jack, grimly, "those bayonets across the bridge yonder look like
it."

"Ah,"

and

the

square

little

shoulders

shrugged, "a mere temporary order, a matter

our president will rectify within the week so
soon as he hears from
belief

my — me, of our doing

General.

It is not,

And

right here the "queer thing" happened.
full

Galloping across the arched bridge

speed

came another native officer, lashing his excited pony to frantic effort. Within fifty yards of the
block house he recognized the carriage and instantly,

settling

back in his saddle, began to

pull with all his little might, bringing

up

sput-

tering and splashing in the

mud

his pony, all

aquiver, and handing quickly to Sandoval a
sealed

and

folded

paper,

then,

wheeling

about and, without waiting for reply, setting
spur to his

mount and dashing back toward Santa Ana. Royal could have sworn the young

?8
Staff officer

JACK ROYAL.
went
of

a
his

shade
skin

yellower.

The

healthy

brown
tint.

gave place to a
pardon."
-to

muddy
"It is

from

my

General.

You

will

he murmured, uplifting his eyes in appeal
the ladies, as he broke the seal

and tore open

the page.
here,"

Patty's eyes signalled

"come over

and Royal quickly stepped back of the

carriage to her side.
to whisper,

Then

she bent as though

and

at that instant in uncontrollif

able excitement,

not agitation, young Sand-

oval sprang from the carriage. "I

am

recalled,"

he

.

said,

bowing low

to

both

ladies.

"I—"
fell

But something
the roadway.
his

with a heavy plunk in

The

glistening white sling of

sword

belt

had caught the handle of the

carriage

door.

The sword,

in

accordance

with existing conditions

Ana, for

it

had been left at Santa was only by unarmed Filipinos that

the lines could be passed.

The sudden

strain

had burst the
holster

belt

which buckled underneath
fell

the white sack coat, and with the belt

a

and gleaming

revolver,

its

chambers

crammed with

cartridges, also
leather.

a rectangular

pouch of Russia

With sudden swoop

JACK ROYAL.
the Filipino
possessed

79
of the
latter.

himself

With

quick,

supple bend, Royal pounced on
cry, half suppressed,

tine other.

A

came from

Patty's

lips.

Madame

herself looked startled.

"Pray do not wait, Senora," said Sandoval, whose self possession did not seem to leave
him.
"Until
the

evening,"

he

continued.

Then, kissing his hand, and bowing elaborately, "I

count the hours, Senorita, Mis labios
frios," he added, with killing glance

van estar
at Patty.
to the boots.

"Al correo, cochero!" he shouted
little

weazened

driver in top hat and

Away

sped the team, and they stood
the

facing each

other,

stalwart

son of the

Pacific slope, reared in the "glorious climate of

California", trained mentally and physically in

a great

university and soldiering
his flag,

now

for the

honor of

and the sinewy, yet diminuand

tive product of the tropics, bred in luxury

indulgence, schooled in the arts and languages

of

the

Latin

race

and serving under the
Tagal was alone
smile left the

standard of a leader almost fanatically loved,
in the full conviction that the
fit

to rule the Philippines.

The

face of Sandoval as he looked squarely up into
•the

stern

eyes of the officer of the guard.

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JACK ROYAL.
besides,

Ladies were no longer present;

he

stood unmasked, self convicted of a violation
of the compact.

To

the Spaniard as to his apt

pupil, the Filipino,

no disgrace attaches either

to

a

lie

or breach of faith except that of

detection.

Royal was the

first to

speak.

"You

under-

stand English, Serior Capitan," said he coldly,

"and you well know you have no business

to

wear
tion

this within

our

lines.

What's more, you
it

know you

couldn't have done

without detec-

had you not come
pistol.
I

in a carriage

with

ladies.

Take your
it.

have no orders

to seize

Our General

did not contemplate the pos-

sibility

of hidden weapons

among

officers

and

gentlemen."
Sandoval's eyes flashed and his strong white
teeth set like a vise.

Already he had heard

and seen enough

to assure

him

that here
rival.

was
Butt

a favored suitor, therefore a hated

foremost, the glistening weapon, only half concealed in
its

dainty holster, was extended to

him.

Close at hand paced the silent sentry on
3.

No.

Over
a

at

the

block

house

stood or
curiously

sprawled

dozen
scene.

Washingtons,

watching the

The

cold,

almost con-

"

1

JACK ROYAL.
temptuous tone of the
tall

8

American stung the

Tagal to the quick.

Passionate, hot-blooded,

vengeful, indulged and petted of

women,
All the

en-

vied and flattered by men, he had been bred to

domineer, never to

know

disdain.

fire

of his race flared in instant rage.

"You dare
stamp of
that pistol, for

insult

me!" he
to

hissed, with a

his beautifully booted foot.

you have none
I

"Keep match it, you
I

Americans.
challenge

But
to

bring one again and

you

meet me

Tripa— Ha !—

—yonder—
off short.

at

the

His furious harangue broke

Over

toward the distant gray walls of Santa Ana,
quick and stirring, a Filipino bugle broke the
silence

of

the

afternoon.

Almost

instantly

there

came

thrilling

answer from the guardlittle

house across the stream, and the swarthy

brown

soldiers

were seen springing

to their

stacked arms.

Clutching his leather pouch

and without another word, Sandoval turned
and ran
like a deer for the bridge.

"Here!

Take your popgun," shouted Royal, hurling
the holstered pistol after him.
It flew half

a

dozen paces beyond the swift white runner be-

82
fore
it

JACK ROYAL.
plowed the mud, but be never stopped
there, sergeant
!"

nor stooped.

"Form your guard
ward toward
telling

ordered

Royal, drawing his sword and striding forthe block house.

"There's no

what may be up."
-

Aloft in the upper story the telegraph in-

strument was madly clicking.
rice fields to the

Far over the
parties of na-

southwest

little

tive soldiers could be seen running for the

bam-

boo patches and nipa "shacks" scattered along
the outer bank of the Tripa, every one an out-

post of Pio del Pilar.

Over

at Block

House

12 and back of Battery Knoll, south of the

Paco suburb, the Americans could be seen
scrambling to the highest reachable point and
staring out toward Santa

Ana

in search of ex-

planation

of

the

excitement.

But

Royal

promptly got his guard into ranks, sent a corporal,

with half a dozen

men

in palpable sup-

port of his sentries

on the road,

and then

awaited developments.

They quickly came.

A

soldier sprang

from

the dark interior of the block house with a

paper fluttering in his hand.
despatch and read:

Royal seized the

JACK ROYAL.
"Bugles
all

83

over town and suburbs soundAll

ing "To Arms'.
their

commands forming
1

at

barracks.

Alarm

started

along

the

Escolta in Binondo.

Cause not ascertained.
"Davis,
Operator."

(Signed)

"Started along the Escolta in Binondo!"
said'

Royal to himself, "and yet those beggars

out yonder
the wire.

knew it before we did, and we have Keep the men in ranks for the pres-

ent," he ordered, then quickly returned to the

highway and gazed townward.
Hurrying
toward
little

him

with

their

odd,

shuffling gait, in

parties of three or four,

some

in their uniforms,

some

in native white,
soldiers, the

came dozens of

the

little

brown

rearmost running in their haste to join their
regiments out at Santa Ana.

And

then, bestal-

yond them, lashing
lions,

his fiery

team of pony

appeared' the

diminutive cochero, em-

ployed and costumed^ by Messrs. Parke, Kitson

&

Company,

driving, like

mad

as

though

to

escape from the wrath to come.

He

strove

not' to see Royal's signal to stop, but the latter

I

84

JACK ROYAL.

would not be denied.

Madame was found on

the verge of hysterics, Patty, pale but silent.

"Oh, what are we to do?" moaned the matron,
this

wringing her hands.

"It

is

dreadful that

should happen and Mr. Pettibone away!"

"But nothing of any consequence has happened,

Mrs.

Pettibone,"

said

Royal,

as

he

stepped to Patty's side and possessed himself
of a
little

hand that hung over the edge of the

low

victoria.

of course,
in

"The troops form as a matter but I assure you there is no trouble
Everything
will
will

store

for you.

be quiet
it

presently and

you

have forgotten

by

the time Mr. Pettibone returns.
is

To-morrow,
at latest,"
al-

it?"

"To-morrow probably; Monday

answered Patty, as the elder lady seemed

ready to have forgotten the existence of her
spouse.
per,

Then

the girl's voice sank to a whisfilled.

and her eyes
I

"O

Jack, I wish

wish

could think there was no trouble for

him
tell

for father.
I

There's something
can't

I

must

you, but

now," and she glanced

significantly at the

moaning, frightened wo-

man by

her side.
I'll

"To-morrow, then

watch for you at

JACK ROYAL.

85

Paco," answered Royal, pressing her hand.

And

then the carriage darted on; shot up the

incline

and over the bridge and was
Royal, gazing after

lost to

sight beyond the hurrying groups of Filipino
soldiery.
it,

roused from

his revery at the voice of the corporal of the

guard who stood with Sandoval's
hand.

pistol in his

"What
it

shall I

do with

this, sir?"

was

the question.
thrust

Mechanically Royal took and

in the pocket of his field

uniform just

as the clatter of hoofs announced the

coming

of a mounted party; and turning, he hastened
to receive the brigade

commander.

"Who

were the ladies?" inquired that dig-

nitary, leisurely dismounting.

"You need
It

not

keep your

men

in ranks,

Mr. Royal.

was

a mere flurry in town."

"Mr. Pettibone's wife
"Ricarte's
cited,

—and
!"

daughter,

sir.

Dismiss the guard, sergeant

answered Royal.
that they

men

over yonder were greatly exis

General, and what's queer

got wind of the trouble before we did." "There was no trouble worth mentioning," was the answer. "But when there is they can San Juan del Monte learn it quick enough.

and San Felipe Neri across the Pasig yonder

86

JACK ROYAL.

signal direct to Santa

Ana

church tower in
Pettihone on

front of you.

Well, who's Pettihone?"

So

the brigadier did not

know

Saturday, January 28th, yet here he was on

Monday
him
fused to

evening, January 30th, entertaining

at dinner,
sit

and Bob Bruce had palpably

re-

at

meat with the party because
It

was an evening of suppressed excitement anyhow. Just at six the division commander had come riding in
Pettibone was present.

with two of his

staff,

and

in brief conference

with his senior brigadier announced that a
cable

from Washington warned General Otis
were

to look out for mischief, the Insurgents

planning to attack before the reinforcements
shipped in late

December and

early January

could possibly arrive.

Orders were issued for

all troops to breakfast at 4:45 a.m. and form under arms at 5:15. The force at the front was

to be strengthened forthwith,

and

all

the nec-

essary instructions had been reduced to writing

and the type-written copies signed and had just
been sent out when Mr. Pettibone's card was

handed

in with a request for

an interview with

the brigadier.

for Pettibone had

They were still in conversation, much to say, when dinner

JACK ROYAL.

87

was announced and Pet was induced to stay. That night, under the stars as they rode the
lines,

a favorite staff officer turned on his chief

with the abrupt question "General, do you

know anything
"Because

about Mr. Pettibone?"
told me.

"Nothing but what he

—he

Why?"

is

persona non grata at De-

partment Headquarters, and the provost marshal disapproves of him.
eye,
sir,

I tried to

catch your

when you invited him to "He brought me a letter of
at Ilo Ilo

dinner."

introduction

and all he wanted was a pass through our lines at Concordia Bridge in case he was detained in town late at night. I sent him to Division Headquarters.

from Colonel Burke

He

had much to

tell

—seems

to

have traveled

and seen a good

deal."
sir.

"I'm glad you didn't give him the pass,

That man's capable of
the enemy."
"Is

selling information to

he?" laughed the general.
if

"Well,

I

doubt

he'd find a market.
he,

They have
all

far

more information than

and can get

they

need without paying for

it."

Three days passed without further tidings of
Pettibone at brigade headquarters and, what

88

JACK ROYAL.

was worse, of pretty Patty along the Nozaleda, and Jack Royal was in a fidget three days and nights in which the strain of the situation The Pettibone at the front became intense. carriage had driven in each morning and back

late

each afternoon,
its

unhindered

by

either

guard,

sole

malignantly at sight of Royal

and sallow occupant scowling who was always
out,

on watch.
ably,

But the carriage sent

presumto the

by madame's admirers intra muros,

dismay of those young gallants and the mischievous delight of their comrades, never returned.

There was evidently a restraining
Santa Ana.

hand
It

in

was Friday morning when Royal marched on again as- officer of the guard at Block House ii, having "swapped" tours with a comrade
in order to get there
first

ahead of his time.

And

the

thing he did after distributing his sentries
to

was
slit,

swing out from the Santa Ana
its

front,
rifle

nailing

upper edge to the

sill

of the

a big table cloth that he had unscrupu-

lously

borrowed from the mess

kit,

and Johnny
to

Filipino across the stream looked, marveled, gesticulated

and chattered, then sent back
staff officers

headquarters for

who came scam-

JACK ROYAL.

89

pering out on their mettlesome ponies to see

what manner of signal this was the Yankees were setting, and with them came Sandoval,

who

gazed, asked

just

one

question of the

Tagal

officer at the bridge,

got the reply "El

Teniente Royal", and galloped back to Santa

Ana

as hard as he could go.
it

Whatever

his

object

in

no wise interfered with Royal's

plan, for barely three hours later there

came

spinning across the bridge a carriage, recognized at once as that of Mr. Maclean, a prominent English resident of Santa

Ana and

lead-

ing business
ing,

man
little

of Manila, and pretty, smil-

dainty

Mrs.

Maclean was seated
her.

therein,

two of her children with

To

Jack's surprise and joy a corporal

came hurry-

ing to him with a note.

Royal raised his hat
open the pre-

and bowed

his thanks, then tore

cious missive.

"Jack, Jack,"

it

said,

"thank God for sight

of your signal.
anxiety.

I

have been almost

mad

with
too,

Father

and Mrs.

Pettibone,

seem

to

have

fallen utterly into the
officers.

hands of
is

those Insurgent
plotted.
I

Something
what.

being

don't

know

Pio del Pilar

with other Generals spent twenty-four hours

go
here.

JACK ROYAL.
Father was with them at night and has

packed up his papers and bidden us to be ready
to

move

at a

moment's

notice.

He
is in

is

fearfully

nervous about something and
complication, though I hardly

some grave

know what.
Captain Sand-

But, this you must know. oval
is

here morn, noon and night.

He
for

seized

the carriage that used to

come out

mother
near

and he

insists

hour after hour on our leaving
is

here and moving to his home, which

General Montenegro's at Taytay beyond Pasig.

Father would have gone before
large

this,

but for a
is

sum

of

money due him
city.

that he

striv-

ing to collect in the

It is all that preI

vents our leaving, and Jack,

dread

it

than words can

tell.

I

dread this

little

more demon

Sandoval, and oh, Jack, you must be on your

guard aginst him.

He

is

capable of anything

and he

terrifies

me by
if

his threats.

Promise

me
help

not to go near that bridge to-night, Jack

—promise me, and
am

you can do anything to

my poor old father do, Jack. He was good and loving to me always until this other marriage. There is only one way to get this
to you.
I

going to the English lady you

have seen driving by so often, to implore her

:

:

1

JACK ROYAL.
help.

9

The

Filipinos dare not stop or search

her carriage.

Fondly, anxiously,

"Patty."

"The lady
the

said she'd stop for an answer

on

way

back, sir," said the corporal.

fore that answer could be written

But became the
with
In-

General to potter

all

about the premises for a
rice fields

whole hour, "spiering" over the
his glasses, studying the

movements of the

surgents about their earthworks and redoubts,

asking countless questions and finally taking

Jack another hour's tramp up and

banks of the Tripa.

It

down the was two o'clock when
Jack with
could

he remounted and rode away, and there was
the

Maclean carriage waiting.

only pencil a

few hurried

lines,

thank the
all

gentle, sympathetic little

woman

his

heart and falter a bungling plea that she should

befriend his endangered sweetheart, and then

out came a messenger on the

jump with

this

despatch

"Commanding

Officer Block

House

1 1

Post sentries to guard every possible crossing of streams on your front and prevent the

92
return to Santa
ican
citizen.

JACK ROYAL.

Ana

of Jonas Pettibone,

Amerfound

Arrest
lines.

him

wherever
brigade

within

our

Copy

sent

com-

mander.

Acknowledge
(Signed)

receipt.

"Cabell A. A. G."

That was a busy afternoon along the Tripa,
but nightfall came without a sign of the desired
Jonas.

Two

Generals and at least twenty

offi-

cers of various grades

were out inquiring for

him at different times. Everybody knew he had driven into town that morning, but nobody seemed to know what had since become of him. His carriage and coachman had easily been found by the stalwart amateur police from
the Thirteenth Minnesota, but Jonas had some-

how
and

got wind of the sudden

move

to

nab him

had

vanished.

Filipino,

Chinese

and

Spanish merchants with
to have

whom

he was known

had dealings vowed they knew nothing

of his whereabouts, but the chief of police, act-

ing under information from the martial collector of customs,

"ran in" six or eight im-

porters and

know
all

by nightfall everybody seemed to was another case of opium smuggling, planned and carried out by the astute Jonas.
it

JACK ROYAL.

93

Moreover, there was bribery and corruption of"

minor

officials

proved against him, and
officials

in-

timate relations with Insurgent

more

than suspected.

"It

was

these latter," said the

provost martial's people,
in hiding, the

"who now had him
American
sentries

deuce knows where."
the

For three nights
had been subjected

on

the road at the west end of Concordia Bridge
to all

manner of annoyance

and

insult,

but this Friday night seemed to

"cap the climax."

Taps had hardly sounded
officers

back in Paco when,
the
little

and

soldiers both,

brown men came swarming over toward the American side, whetting their keen
bolos on the
stone

parapet
fight.

and daring and
Loyal to their

taunting the sentries to
orders, the big

Washingtons laughed at their puny tormentors, which only made them the
madder, and toward eleven o'clock they be-

came

so demonstrative that Private Stone sent

forth a stentorian shout for the corporal, and

with that long-legged non-com came running
the
tall officer

of the guard, followed panting
little

by a gray-haired, grizzled
the
-field

Idaho major,
the bridge on

officer

of the day.

Instantly there

was rush and scurry back across

94

JACK ROYAL.
dim
light of

part of the Filipinos, and in the
the cloudy

moon

their

guard could be seen
Be-

springing into ranks

and taking arms while

two or three

officers leaped into saddle:

fore Stone' could report the cause of his Signal,
faint, yet clear
left
rifle

and

distinct,

away

off to the

toward the point of Pandacan Island a
shot rang out on the night, close followed
at the sound,
steeds,

by another, and
spurring their

whipping and
scurried the

little

away

Filipino officers in the direction

of

the shot

and sped out of sight behind the stone walls
of the

Norwegian

consul's residence across the

stream.

Away

streaked

dim,

ghostly,
flats

pale-

blue shadows

skimming across the

toward

the river and, fired by the sight, straddling his

pony, the

little

Idaho major spurred for the

bridge at Block House 10.
It

was midnight before the eager watchers

at the center learned the cause of this alarm.

A

boat had crossed the Pasig just in front of

Pandacan Point and landed two men beyond
the

Concordia.

Jeering

laugh

and vulgar
answered
in-

taunt were the reply to the picket's challenge:

A

pistol flashed

and

cracked;,

stantly

by the

rifle

of the lone Californian

who

JACK ROYAL.
had
just time to reload

95
once more be-

and

fire

fore the figures shot out of sight behind the

bamboo, and a
the query

shrill,

mocking voice shouted
gif

"Wa-at you

Yankees

for

Pettibone

now?"
There was no missive from Patty
to glad-

den Jack Royal's heart before he turned over
the outpost to his successor Saturday morning.
Instead, a grave-faced gentleman stepped
his carriage about eight o'clock.
is

from

Maclean," said

he,

briefly,

"and

"My name my wife
had
tried

bade

me

stop to say to you that she

to see Miss Pettibone this morning, but Mr.

and Mrs. Pettibone declared she was too
receive anybody, yet

ill

to

my

wife saw her at an

upper window signalling to her and looking
well as ever.

She
were

will try

again later."

But
Santa
till

trials

vain.

No word came from

Ana through
in

the livelong day; no sign

late at night,

and then the expected storm
front.

broke

fury along the northward

Taunt, insult and abuse having

failed to pro-

voke the Yankee to begin the
in desperation stealthily
field

fight, the

Tagals
firing

posted

their

lines to

sweep the

and sent armed parties

98

JACK ROYAL.

terms to Pettibone

—terms

that included Patty

in the spoils of war.

But Sunday morning had come with the "coward foe" unshaken, and now the disheartened battalions of Ricarte were drifting
back from the banks of the Tripa to the shelter
of the intrenchments and the stone-walled enclosures of Santa Ana.

Now

the shrapnel be-

gan and

to burst in

mid

air in front of his

redoubts

spatter death throughout his lines.

Now

the huts and the houses, the great churchyard

and the roomy convent began to fill up With dusky wounded, and stragglers and skulkers

came huddling back
lant effort,

into the Plaza.
his

In galofficers

Sandoval and

comrade

rode, shouting

and sword- waving among them,
uninjured soldiers into ranks

and drove
again.

all

And

at longer

range

now

the fight
heart.

renewed,

and

Sandoval

took

was The
It

Americans had not given way,

to be sure.

was a drawn
just so soon

battle for the time being

but,

as

reinforced by Pio del Pilar,

Ricarte could order another assault and with

overwhelming numbers
bank.
strike.

sweep the opposite

Meantime

the

American
therefore,

dare

not

Vaingloriously,

he rode

JACK ROYAL.

99

back to the Pettibone gate and, flushed with
battle

and the consciousness of personal

valor,

appeared before them, Pet and his hysterical
spouse crouching to the floor in abject terror,

Patty almost scornfully ministering to them.

The crash of Filipino musketry close at hand made Pet rave with apprehension. They must The Americans must be combe falling back
!

ing

!

"For God's sake

for pity's sake

—order

the carriage and send
pleaded.

me up

to Pasig!" he

In vain Sandoval strove to reassure
slaughtered,

him.

The Americans would be
if

they dared venture to cross the Tripa. "They dream not of the valor of our coffee soldiers," he declared, and ordered
said he,

served and breakfast cooked without delay.

But even as he spoke the spat of whistling
let,

bul-

tearing through the fragile lattice of the

floor above,

made Jonas cower

lower, and the
staff officer

peal of the bugle called the
to the

young

Plaza without.

Carriage,

quilez

and

carromata

in front of headquarters
officers

were being
and
official

loaded up with wounded
records.
silence.

The reserves were forming in grim The cheers of the earlier morning had
"Those
accursed

died

away.

Yankoes

!"

IOO

JACK ROYAL.
official," his

growled a trembling, grizzle-pated

brown
one!"

face streaked with sweat.

"They have
to

deceived us.

They have thousands

our

Sandoval knew well what that meant.

Not

that the

enemy had gained a man, but

that

the Insurgent had lost his nerve.

Turning to a shaking little servant, he bade him seek the carriage and have it in readiness
at the

"casa
to the

Pettibone,"
front.

then hastened once

more

Lying down behind the

foot high ridges in the rice fields, crouching be-

hind the earth parapets of their redoubts, aiming over the tough stone walls, Ricarte's lines

were

still

blazing at the opposite bank of the

Tripa,

sweeping the Concordia Bridge and
the

sending a storm of Mauser and Remington bullets into

smoke bank

that,

hanging low

along the stream, ever and anon jetted forth a
fiery, sheet,

as in steady, well-aimed volley

some

Yankee platoon responded.

Peering from an

upper window of the convent he could look out over the now deserted field toward the Paco
suburbs, here, there

and everywhere dotted by
It

patchs of pallid blue or dirty white, the aban-

doned dead of the Insurgent brigade.
eight o'clock and Ricarte's attack

was

had

failed.

JACK ROYAL.
The
signals

IOI

from across the Pasig at San Felipe Neri and further away San Juan del
told of

Monte

triumph for the Filipino cause
Pilaris division

and bade the brothers of
their share

do

and the day was won.

But Sand-

oval could see with his strong glasses that

San

Miguel, commanding on the zone in front of

Santa Mesa, had made no headway against the
stalwart lads

from Colorado and Nebraska. "A Spanish victory!" he swore in bitter wrath,
stairs.

and then went bounding down the

Once more he sought the presence of the girl whose beauty had enthralled, whose disdain had maddened him. Suppose the Yankee should advance or turn his guns on Santa

Ana! then what hope had he of holding her?
There stood the
victoria at the gate, the
little

stallions dancing from excitement, the pigmy cochero livid and shaking from fear. Burst-

ing without ceremony into the presence of the
family party, he found
Jr.,
it

reinforced by Jonas,
that inconspicu-

scared but spunky.

Even

ous citizen had some pride

left,

and the

stiff

stand of his fellow countrymen had rejoiced his
feeble heart.

on the

table.

Coffee and food stood unnoticed Old Pet was crouching in a cor-

"

102
ner,

JACK ROYAL.
Mrs. Pet moaning on a bamboo couch, but calm, was hunting through
father's papers.

Patty, pale

some of her
it!"

"You must

he quavered.

"It

He
arms

broke off with a

would ruin me if Three Filipino shriek.
in

find

soldiers

came bounding
in their hands.

at

the rear door,

still

Furiously Sandoval

whipped

out

his

glittering

sword and de-

manded the meaning of this intrusion. The Americans!" was "The Americans!
their affrighted cry.

Springing to the stairway he
huts and

reached the

upper story and gazed out over the native nipa
the
level

rice

fields

beyond them
his heart.

toward the Tripa, and there he saw a sight
which sent the blood rushing back to
In long blue
right of the
lines, at

"fighting intervals" the

Yankee brigade was already across the Tripa and sweeping steadily eastward toward the San Pedro road, his one means of The right center was just escape to Pasig. emerging from the stream, four splendid, stalwart companies of those big Washingtons.

They

halted one instant at the brink.

The

line

blazed with flame, a sheet of hissing lead swept
the field and tore through the thinning ranks

JACK ROYAL.
to the south

1

03

of

Santa Ana.

came and,
the stairs.

as in panic, Sandoval leaped

Then on they down

The crash of another volley straight from Block House 1 1 told that the second batWashingtons was coming,
and
shell

talion of the

too,

and the
ered

splinters of lattice

work cov-

him

as he leaped into the presence of the

family below.

"To

the carriage
!

!"

he shouted.
will

"You have
!"

not an instant

You

be captured

And

with a howl of anguish old Pet grabbed at his
papers
Senora,
ora," he
soldiers

and rushed for the
follow!" he said.

gate.

"Follow,

"Assist the Seh-

ordered the frightened, but docile
to Patty's side.
cried.

—then sprang
come!" he

"Come,
appealing

Senorita,

But she darted
his

behind the table away
hands.

from

Other Insurgent soldiers came hurryin the

ing in through the open court, some tearing off
their

uniforms and appearing

white garb

of the peaceful natives, seeking where to hide
their arms.

The

crash of another volley not
full-

six

hundred yards away and a glorious,
air,

throated cheer burst on the morning

and

drove the Tagal captain to frenzy.
cat-like spring

With one
table,

he cleared the narrow

104

JACK ROYAL.

and, despite her furious blows, struggles and
shrieks, seized the frantic girl in his

arms and

shouted' to the soldiers for aid.

Death was

the only punishment they knew for disobedience, and at his demand they, too, pounced up-

on
air,

her, and,

borne

now by

four

little

brown

devils,

poor Patty was rushed into the open through the gateway and out on the open

Plaza.

A

fierce

imprecation
carriage

fell

from the

lips

of Sandoval.
rified
little

was gone! Terby the nearing clamor and uproar, the team had darted away, and with Tagal
dragging
full

The

soldiers

at their bits,

were plunging

and rearing
square.

three hundred yards
it,

up the
must

There was no help for

thither

she be carried, and, half fainting, the frenzied girl
lose

was hurried along.

Yet she did not

hope or pluck.

Nearer and nearer the
sounding the charge, the
line,

glorious cheering came, borne on the breeze,

the ringing bugles
rifles rattling all

along the

and from the
dwindling

south and west front of the village the scatter-

ing shots of the Filipinos were

away, as the demoralized offenders took refuge
in flight. By dozens and scores the little brown men were scurrying past them in mad

!

JACK ROYAL.
race for the river road.

IO5
there none to

help

?

—none

Was

to save?

All along the north side

of the Plaza ran a high stone wall, and at the

middle stood the ornamental iron gate,

now

sternly closed, in front of the beautiful grounds

and homestead of the Macleans.
wart forms in
civilian dress

Patty's imstal-

ploring eyes caught sight of two or three

behind the bars,

and

all

her remaining strength went forth in
help.

one agonized scream for
scene such as Santa

Then came

a

Ana

never knew before.

Forth from the gateway burst three Anglo

Saxons and bore down
"Don't
fainted.
let

full tilt

on Sandoval.
,

them take me!" gasped Patty, and There were breathless questions, furiBrittanic
!

ous

answers,

bluster

and
left

Tagal
handers

threats, then biff

biff

!

right

and

that sprawled
Biff
!

two of Patty's bearers

in the dirt.

Bang

!

and Sandoval's half drawn
to the house!" ordered

pistol

went spinning one way, the owner another.
"Quick!
lean,

Back

Mac-

and

thither the victors carried the girl

just as a sputtering volley

and

thrilling chorus

of exultant cheers and shouts and stentorian
orders
Roll 'em up Forward "Forward !" told that the right Swing round on the right
! !

106

JACK ROYAL.

wing of the Washingtons had carried the works and now were bursting in through the
native huts at the south, cutting off the retreat

of Ricarte's main body. Sandoval

The

carriage whirled

a distant corner to

was trapped. away and darted round In the San Pedro road.

mad

panic the scattering rebels were fleeing

for the river

beyond the great stone church.
feet,

Sandoval,

staggering to his

was swept

away with them

just as the blue-shirted leaders

of the Washingtons

came cheering and charg-

ing through the yards and pathways opposite

Maclean's and springing out into the open
Plaza in a dozen places at once.

For a few seconds the volleying broke forth
again, as they spied the fleeing Tagals.
all

But

along the opposite wall the belated ones

threw down their arms and pleaded piteously
for mercy.

"Round 'em

up. Gather 'em in, lads,"
tall

were the orders, and a
Maclean's gate.

young
the

officer strode

forward to the group of natives huddled at

Far

to

left

down
'were

the

Pasig the

fierce crash of volleys told
left

where the
still

Idahos and the Washington's
hotly

engaged
like rats

at in

the
a

rebel
trap,

redoubts,

for,

caught

the

little

devils


JACK ROYAL.
fought savagely, but to no purpose.
tle

IO7

The

rat-

of musketry soon gave
cheers,

way

to prolonged

and enthusiastic
civilian

and then a smiling

appeared behind the bars.
he.

"Come

in,

Mr. Royal," said
prisoners here."

"We've got one of your
Jack
Royal, was ushered

A
live

moment

later,

upon a scene that

so long as he shall live will

with him, indelibly photographed upon the

filmy retina of that intangible yet almost indestructible

organ

—the

mind's eye.

In the

safe shelter of the massive stone walls of the

mansion,
the

in

an improvised

sitting

room on
bend-

ground

floor, three fair

women were

ing over a couch whereon lay, pallid, yet unspeakably lovely, a fourth.

Wondering, big-

eyed, flaxen-haired, curly-pated children

hung

about them.

With
relief

an

inarticulate

cry of

mingled joy,
tall

and love unutterable, the
his knees, be-

soldier

threw himself upon

side the

couch

—before them

all,

and folded the

slender

form in

his strong arms, pillowed the

pretty, disheveled

head on his breast

all

other

captures for the time forgotten.
It

was the sound, unwelcome

doubtless

of the General's voice that brought Jack Royal

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JACK ROYAL.
Maclean and
his friends

back to earth.

were

extending welcome and congratulation.

"But
dier.

I

heard the

men

at the gate say there

was another prisoner

in here," said the briga-

"What

did that

mean?"

must have meant me, sir," quoth Jack, mopping his happy face as he came forth into
"It

the sunshine of Santa Ana.

Old Pet was not present
quiet wedding.

at his daughter's
it

From

Filipino sources

was

learned that Sandoval had lived to fight another day and died like a
assault
little

man, facing the

of

Wheaton's

Flying

Column on

Cainta, but Filipino reports are always unre-

They would have it that Pet was drowned in the Pasig by the overturning of
liable.

the banca in which he sought to escape from the pursuit of the Californians to

San Pedro

Macati, and

that

madame had

subsequently

joined her fortunes with those of a wealthy

Meztizo merchant, whereas

officers

returning

to the United States swore they

ing about in Nagasaki, and everybody

madame,

like

saw Pet skulkknows Mrs. Micawber, would never de-

sert her spouse.

" With

his

hand on

his heart he

made

her a low

bow."

DOVE COTE
There

DAYS.

was excitement extraordinary one January night, soft, warm and sensuous, and all the placid suburb of Ermita,
still,

starlit

south of the old walled city of Manila was

toward two o'clock

Somewhere morning the sentries on the edge of the Luneta and a patrol scoutaroused
in

and

commotion.

in the

ing through the narrow, dusty streets had been
startled

by a woman's scream,
intensity.

fearful in its

terror

and

Instantly there

went up

a yell from three or four lusty throats, "CorpYl
the

Guard Number Three!" "Copple the Guard Number Seven!" as the sentries, forpatrol

bidden to leave their posts, gave hurried alarm.

But the

on the Calle Marina and the corinstructions, ran like

poral of the guard at the guard-house gates,

hampered by no such
to the Calle

wind

San Jose whence came

the sound,

IIO

DOVE COTE DAYS.
at the barred gate-

and brought up standing

way

of the quarters occupied by Lieutenant

Barriger, of the Artillery.

Already doors were opening and heads peering forth from the windows of the native

houses across the way, but here at Barriger's
all

was

silent.

Yet the sentry

at the corner

could have sworn the scream came from within
those walls.

In two minutes the officer of the
officer of.

guard from the Calle Real, and the
the day,

who was making

the rounds

down
to the

toward the English Club, came hurrying
spot and

demanded explanation.

Why

didn't

Lieutenant Barriger show himself? was the
latter's breathless question.

"He's on night duty over at the Calle Nozaleda," responded young Hunter, lieutenant commanding the guard. "That's what worries me. The ladies are alone."

And

just then the "jalousie" blinds of the
slid

overhanging gallery

softly aside,

and a

woman's

voice,

the tremor of

heard to say
ther alarm.
ened.
Is

:

sweet and controlled, despite some powerful excitement, was "There is no occasion for fursister

My

has been badly fright-

Mr. Hunter there?

Ah, yes

—Mr.

:

DOVE COTE DAYS.
Hunter,
to
if

Ill

you can get word to Mr. Barriger
as possible I will thank

come to us as soon you very much." "Can we be of no
-day.

service,

Miss Ferris?"

in-

quired the hard-breathing, portly officer of the

"Thank you, Captain. I fear it's too late. But you might send a few men round and search the garden at the back. Somebody has
been in here."

And
for
-de

that

is all

that

was

told that night, or

two days afterward, except that the Diario
Manila and both Freedom and America
in

came out with advertisements English somewhat as follows

Spanish and

"Stolen From the quarters of Lieutenant Barriger, Ermita, on Thursday night, money, jewelry and a Russia leather case containing letters and papers. $200,
.case with contents,

Mex., will be paid for the safe return of the missing and no questions asked."

"Now what
.all

the dickens,"

was

the question

over the quarters of the Eighth Corps in

and about Manila
riger

—"what

the dickens did Bar-

mean by

leaving valuable papers anyin such

where outside of a burglar-proof safe
.3.

sneak-thief centre as this?"


112

DOVE COTE DAYS.

Only one man could answer that question
or possibly two
else
:

the Lieutenant himself, or
late

the comrade who of

had been

his al-

most daily
Cavalry.

associate, Captain Adair, of the

th

Sam

Barriger had been married just six

weeks when the war broke out and he was orIt was a sore blow to pretty dered to Manila.
Kitty Ferris, his bride.

They had been

en-

gaged half a year with the knowledge and consent of the elders,

and twice

as long without.
at the
in for

They had met when he was serving
Presidio the winter of '95-6

—he coming

frequent

dinners

and she coming out as a

debutante.

Most
tall
tall.

girls in her set in

San Francisco were
darling, the joy
sister,

and willowy; Kitty was willowy, but not

She was a mite and a

of her parents and the idol of her elder

Constance.

The

Ferrises were well-to-do,

had

ambitious projects for both daughters and were

doomed

to

disappointment.

Constance had

been betrothed to a

man

of mature years with

big returns from his profession, but something

happened to

kill

her respect for him and she
tie

summarily snapped the

and declared the


DOVE COTE DAYS.
engagement ended.
It

II3
in

was something

some

way The

connected with a previous entanglement.
barrister

was an eloquent pleader and he
in the

had an earnest advocate

person of Mrs.

Ferris, but they talked to stone.

The counselor took his leave and a trip to Europe. The mother took it out-of her daughter

by denouncing her daily for a week as

heartless, undutiful

and absurd.

Then

pater-

familias

called

a

halt.

He

and the lawyer

were friends and fellow-members of a well-

known club. He had fathered the suit, but down in the depths of his better nature he knew that his pure-minded, truthful, honest Con deserved the love of a
if

man

as honest as herself

she could find one, and

when he saw her

white face as she came forth from one of those
daily upbraidings he envied the

man who

could

accomplish the apparently impossible feat of
kicking himself

down

stairs.

He

shrank from

her in shame, then went in to his wife, told
her Constance was right and they were

wrong
should

and that must be the end of

it.

The

girl

make her own

choice next time, and mean-

while might the Lord forgive him for having

brought her such annoy!

114 But though
to shrink

DOVE COTE DAYS.
suitors came, Constance

seemed

farther

Were
mind.

all

men

like

and farther into her shell. her former betrothed?
in her

seemed to be the question uppermost

She continued
itself

in society, but her heart
little

wrapped
that child
rejoicing.

about

Kitty,

and when
If

"came

out," great

was the pride and
heart again.

The mother took

Con
least

persisted in being an old maid, here at

was a daughter who could be
a brilliant match.

relied

on

to

make

There were giants
of "catches"

in those days in the

way

—young gentlemen of fortune and
Mamma
Ferris had set
to per-

family connection, and

her cap for one of these, a near neighbor, a

charming

fellow, the only son of his mother,

and she thought him well on the way
bring

manent ensnarement when what did he do but

Sam

Barriger,
call.

his

friend

from

the

Presidio, to
to

Then he gave
theirs,

theatre parties

both

girls,

chaperoned sometimes by his
but attended
al-

mother, sometimes by

ways by Sam, and this made Mrs. Ferris rabid. Their host was not handsome, whereas Sam was 'extremely so and to the mischievous de-

;

light of

social

circles

and the wrath of the

DOVE COTE DAYS.
mother,

115
displayed

Miss

Kit

ingenuously

a

growing joy in Barriger's presence and was obviously and radiantly happy when dancing
with him.
It

was a famous
drills

light battery that

gave those dashing
benefit of

once a week for the

admiring and applauding hundreds

from town, and Sam Barriger's horsemanship was as good as his dancing. His voice had a
clarion ring to
it,

and

in the

dash and dust and

smoke of mimic
hero
fit

battle he rode

and moved a
and Kitty
be

to grace the pages of Scott,

Ferris

was not the only
the sight.
I

girl in 'Frisco to

moved by
but

This precipitated matters
tell

should like to
it

that story another
it

time, or rather read

as
is

could be told by

another fellow.

There

only

room

for the

main

issue.

Now

a word as to Barriger.

He was

a far

better fellow than

would appear from what has

thus far been said of him.

He was

a gentlein

man and

a soldier

—a

gentleman so poor

pocket that he denied himself both tipple and
tobacco in order that he might never

owe any

man a penny
a

—might even occasionally repay
He was

the lavish hospitality accorded him.

soldier so fine, so enthusiastic that he loved

Il6

DOVE COTE DAYS.
it

every detail of his duty and did
handle, to the end that

up

to the

among

his fellows of

the allied arms of the service he had sobriquet of Battery Sam.

won
Some

the

He

had

his faults,

or he wouldn't have been human.

of

them

will not

appear in this story and there-

fore need not be mentioned.

One
turvy,

of them

came near turning

it

topsypride.

and that was almost indomitable

He

fell

frankly, honestly in love with Kitty

Ferris before he had

known
maiden

her a week.

Then

something her mother said gave him a setback
that

made
off

the

little

sick at heart.

He

went

on a month's

leave,

exploring the

Yosemite at the very moment she had reason
to expect

him

to remain at her side,
feel
it

and wo-

manfully did she make him

when he

returned and found her absorbed, apparently,
in the devotions of half a
It

dozen other fellows.

was about

this

time the other girl episode
Kitty, with hearts close

occurred.

Sam and

knit, in spite of

brave show to the contrary,
apart,

were slowly drifting
gratulations,

and a certain Miss
to Kitty,

Caxton appeared about ready to receive conand as much as said so

who

returned the stab on the spot, with smiling

DOVE COTE DAYS.
interest, like the

117
she was at

plucky

little

woman

bottom, and then in the dead hours of the night

deluged her pillow with tears and was caught
in the act

by Constance.

There was a double theatre party and subsequent supper at the
nights later to

Bohemian Club two which Miss Caxton did not hapthere,

pen to be bidden, but
Barriger, and there

among

others,

was
un-

was Constance

Ferris, betalk,

tween

whom

occurred a ten-minute
late in the evening,

heard of others,
that night dates

and from

Sam

Barriger's enthusiastic,

chivalric admiration for his sister-in-law.
is

"She

the best and noblest

woman

that ever lived,"

said he,

some time

later,

"and the dearest

ex-

cept one."
It

wasn't a happy courtship.

Both parents

"kicked" vehemently at the idea of Kit's marrying in the army.
despite
I

don't

my

belief that

much blame them, army women as a rule,
For
six

are the happiest in the world.

months
the

they wouldn't listen to
house.

it

and forbade

Sam

Then they

offered to admit

him on

probation, so to speak, and he wouldn't come.

Then

Ferris, with a sigh, said if

Mr. Barriger

would resign and go

into business in

San Fran-


Il8
cisco he

DOVE COTE DAYS.
would consider
it.

Mr. Barriger
anything

re-

plied that his profession

had long since been
it

chosen and he preferred
stock

to

else,

brokerage especially.

Meantime they
mother

tried the moth-eaten device of a trip abroad

Kit,

Constance

and

her

—and

that

didn't work.

Finally Ferris gave in and at
his spouse followed suit.

the last

moment

The

wedding was
It

beautiful, the

honeymoon
little

blissful

—and then came

the war.

must be admitted that

Mrs. Barriger

did not behave like a heroine

when Sam was

ordered across the seas.

She considered him
Ferris wired to a

a bit of personal property and contested the

claim of his Uncle Sam.

Senator or two, and the tender of a captaincy
in the subsistence

department (of the volun-

teers)

came

flashing back, only to be promptly

declined.

He was

going with

his guns.

Ferris

him an ungrateful cub, but was out on the street waving his hat and shouting with the rest of San Francisco when Anderson's the first expedition marched down to the ships, and there at the wharf he reached up and whacked his tall son-in-law between the
at first called

shoulder blades and stammered something to

9

DOVE COTE DAYS.
the effect that he

1

1

was proud of him and of
August.

his

going, and of Kit for sticking to him.

Manila

fell in

The

flag

went up

on the Ayuntamiento and prices on the Escolta,

And

along in the autumn, to the consternation

of the

Commanding

General, certain devoted

army wives made their way to the Orient, and no sooner was it known that the venturesome
half dozen

were actually there than half a hunlike ambition.

dred others were inspired with

Peace for a season bade the world farewell as
far as the

Commanding General and

the Quar-

termaster's department were concerned, for the

number of women with missions to Manila outnumbered the staterooms on the transports, and, to put an end to importunity, out came the This barred order that none would be taken.

women who couldn't afford own expense, but was no
Barriger.

the journey at their

hindrance to Mrs.
to

She and Constance had been

Honolulu on the Doric; 'twas but a fortnight
farther to
that

Hong Kong;

Constance was of years

made her

mistress of her

own means and
to join her

meanderings; Kit was determined
practice and

husband; Lawyer Burton had returned to his

showed symptoms of returning

120

DOVE COTE DAYS.
and so
theit

to his devotions,
in

happened

that, late

September,

when

O.

&

O. liner shoved
intermediate

off for .Shanghai,

Hong Kong and

ports, the sisters sailed for the

China Sea as

special charges of her gallant Captain,

and a

month

later

were steaming into the mouth of
edge of the Ermita suburb, close
sea,

the swirling Pasig.

Now,

at the

by the cooling

Sam

Barriger had found

a nest for his birdlings and, aided by the sympathetic hands of a big-hearted

had

it

all

in readiness
It

when
little

the steamer

army woman, was

sighted.

was a cozy

box, built after

the Philippine

fashion of solid stone on the

ground

floor, solid

wood on

the floorings above

and below, but of
tice,

light, airy

framework

bamboo and shell as to superstructure. Tough enough it was to resist tornado, yet sufficiently elastic to give and swing and sway in case of earthquake, and, if it had to come
down, not so heavy as
which
It
it

lat-

to

smash everything on

might descend.

enough

was owned by a native merchant, glad to take American coin in preference to
Its
;

Manila currency.

front wall abutted on

the narrow sidewalk

the front doors and win-

DOVE COTE DAYS.

121

dows, after the jealous Oriental mode, being
heavily barred with iron.
Its rear elevation

gave upon a pretty garden bounded north and
south by high walls of

jagged glass

set in

cement.

hewn stone, capped by Westward through

the high, vertical iron pickets of a forbidding

fence shone the sparkling bay, which at high
tide bathed the sea-wall in briny foam.

East

and west a broad

latticed gallery or vestibule story.

overhung the lower

The

spiral

stair-

way from
one
side,

the ground floor opened on the

breezy salon off which were the bedrooms on
the dining and spare

room on the
detached

other.

The

kitchen

was

in a little

structure connected with the gallery and din-

ing-room by a
ants' quarters

light,

bamboo

bridge.
It

The

serv-

were below.

was furnished

simply and sufficiently after the Oriental fashion,

with broad, cane-bottomed bedsteads, with

deep, easy lounging chairs and settees of

bam-

boo and cane.
tieres

It

was

destitue of carpets, porIt

or heavy curtains.

lacked

electric

lights and marbled bathrooms, but a fountain

plashed perennially in a broad basin in the garden.

The north and south windows looked

out on luxuriant foliage and brilliant flowers.

122

DOVE COTE DAYS.

A

few paintings by native hands

limners they
deliers

—adorned the
how

—no

walls.

mean The chan-

and sconces shone

like polished silver, in in his friendly
settled,

and Captain Adair, dropping

way

to see

Barriger was

gazed

approvingly and then semi-satirically dubbed
the place the "Dove-Cote."

"There's only one thing about
Barriger," said he,
after

it

I

don't

like,

a leisurely survey,

"and

that's

your neighbors.

Native houses on

every side of you but that;" and he pointed out
over the broad bosom of the bay, dotted with
warships, tramps and transports, and
all glis-

tening in the declining sun.

"What's the matter with the natives?" said

Sam.

"They seem amicable enough,
Six

in

all

conscience.

women were

here this morn-

ing to bid for the family wash.
they

How
!"

quick

"How

knew womenfolk were coming quick they know everything!"

said

Adair, knocking the ash off his cigarette and
strolling to the lattice at the front.

A

shove

with his powerful hand sent the high frame
sliding easily back in

on the narrow

street

its groove, and it opened and opposite houses barely

forty feet away.

DOVE COTE DAYS.

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23

Seated in a somewhat similar gallery, heedless of the glare of the slanting sun,

was a nalatter in

tive

woman

with two men, one of the

the uniform

of an officer of the Insurgent

Army.

All three glanced up at sound of the

sliding lattice,

and

at sight of
feet

Adair the

officer

and stood Grimly the Captain responded, then turned
his junior.

sprang quickly to his

at salute.

to

"I only wish

you were near your battery or
in

our barracks, or even

town, close to the

river,

where they could get out

to the transports.

When
and
"It
riger,

the

row begins
best
I

it

will be all of a

sudden

there's

no refuge near you."
could do," answered Barfine face,

was the

an anxious cloud on his

"and
is

they seem confident at headquarters no row

coming."
"Yes, that's what they give out, but they're
not so confident that

we
a

don't get scare orders

and warnings
that fellow

Now, what's Medina doing yonder ? You know
thrice

week.

who
"I

he

is,

don't you ?"

don't,"

answered Barriger.
street

"I've
he's

him a few times on the
strous polite."

and

met mon-

124

DOVE COTE DAYS.
with Pio del Pilar,
all

"He was

the same, the

day the Fourteenth came so near a clash with
the Tagals over at the Paco cigar factory.
is

He
can

as

smooth a scamp as ever
three languages and
tell

I

met.

He

lie in

the truth in none.

He

belongs out at San Pedro Macati,

but

spends most of his time picking up news in

town.

And Medina

Keep an eye on him, Sam." Ysidro Medina was

in that

opposite gallery when, a few days later, happy

Kitty Barriger threw back the lattice to breathe
the

morning

air,

and with

his

hand on

his heart

he made her a low bow.
lighted with her quaint

The

girl-wife

was

de-

and pretty

nest.

She

missed the luxuriant flowers and luscious fruits
of her California home.

She found the Manila
but her Filipino chef,

market but a sparse and inadequate means of
varying their daily
fare,

with his high-bred, Spanish manner, his high-

combed "Pompadour"
white ropas,

front,

his

immaculate

knew how

to levy

on the native

fishermen as they paddled swiftly by in their

sharp-bowed bancas.
boring poultry yards.

He

had the run of neighfish

His

breakfasts and

curried chicken lunches, his rich coffee
cate,

and

deli-

Japan-brewed

tea,

all

appealed to

her

DOVE COTE DAYS.
dainty palate and
proval.

125

won

her sister's smiling ap-

Sam, he had the appetite of a strong, stalwart, healthful man, and sole leather might not have proved indigestible in
for

As

such

surroundings.

Before

they

had

been

housekeeping a week the
the visits of a

sisters

had received had

swarm
call.

of soldier wives and
officials

daughters, and at least a score of

found time to

Some

of them, notably

Sam's battery
ers

associates,

more than once; one
in-

of them, not of Sam's battery, but of the troop-

away over

at the

Marcelino (to their

tense interest

and amusement, by the way, for

he had been regarded a confirmed old bachelor)

no

less

than thrice

—and

that

was Captain

Adair.

But

then, despite ten years' difference

in their ages, he

had somehow become Barri-

ger's closest friend.

"Yes," said Mrs.

Sam

one beautiful evening

after their arrival, as the quartette left the din-

ner-table

and

strolled out to the rear gallery to

watch the
thought

brilliant night lights of the fleet, "I

we

should have trouble about servants,

but they are admirably trained.
capital

Manuel
noiseless,

is

a

cook,
is

and so respectful and
and quick, and so

willing.

Ypolito

deft

you

:

126

DOVE COTE DAYS.

know.

Why,

I

never seem to hear him movlittle

ing around, and as for Carrnencita, his

dot

of a wife, she's the neatest, cleanest, daintiest
little

mite you ever saw, always smiling and

busy,

and

she,

too—why,
noticed
it,"

she's

just

like

a

mouse !" "Ye


is

es,

I

responded Adair,

glancing over his shoulder at Manuel approach-

ing with tiny cups of coffee on a lacquered tray.

"That
box."

one reason

why

I

advocated the strong

Here laughing voices and swishing
were heard upon the
stairs,

skirts

and while Mrs. by Miss

Barriger arose to receive her guests, Adair
seized the opportunity to secure a place
Ferris'
side.

Talk was general for half an was after the Brents had gone, and Adair knew it was time for him to be moving,
hour.
It

that Constance Ferris looked up into his earnest eyes

and said
Adair,
I

"Captain
twice
.theft

have heard you speak

now

of the possibility of treachery or
servants.

on the part of the
born
in

Tell

me

why."
"It
is

them, to begin with, Miss Fer-

ris," said he,

"and developed by three centuries

DOVE COTE DAYS.
of Latin
rule.

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27

Valuables should be in the payhere.

town—not —wear very— — but Mrs. Barriger's —now "
master's big safe up in
I

You,
the

notice

pardon

me

little

jewelry,

rings

And

look in the direction of those tiny white hands

on which were flashing gems of price and
beauty was eloquent with anxiety.

And

so

it

happened that a genial Colonel

at

the Ayuntamiento became custodian of certain
valuables of the Barriger household.

Kitty
locket

would not part with her pretty watch, her
slept at her snowy money they had to
b>y

with Sam's picture therein that almost always
neck,

and then household But a month went
then Kitty
said

have.

without their missing a stiver or seeing a
of
dishonesty,

sign

and

"Pshaw!" and drove to the paymaster's and There was to be a reception and dance at the Division Commander's and
got her packet.
she needed those diamonds.

That night

as

Adair

strolled slowly

back to

barracks after a visit of more than usual length
Tie

came suddenly upon Captain Ysidro MePadre
never

dina, of Pilar's staff, at the corner of the

Faura, and but gruffly responded to his elaborate

"Bucnas noches, Caballero."

He

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DOVE COTE DAYS.

had fancied Medina, and he had grown to abhor him since the Tagal officer had taken to
frequent visits at the opposite house and impressive
salutations
to

the

sisters

whenever

they appeared on the front gallery.
the devil
is

"What

that fellow waiting here for at this

time of night?" growled Adair, as he turned to
the
left.

A

mellow-toned

bell

was chiming

ten o'clock

from the tower of the old Spanish
It

church the block above.

was answered from

the cupola of the Jesuit College and by the
soft,

prolonged notes of the cavalry trumpet
fields

sounding taps across the open
observatory.
challenge, sharp
is

beyond the
sentry's

Then behind him came a

and imperative, "Halt!

Who

there?"

And, whirling about, supposing

himself the object, Adair caught sight of the
blue-shirted regular with leveled bayonet, fac-

ing a figure in native white-

—a figure that in a

strangely familiar voice squeaked the trem-

ulous answer:

"Amiga
It

Filipino."

was Ypolito!
yet,

And

when Adair

left

the Barrigers not

ten minutes before, Ypolito, the urbane, the

incomparable, Mrs. Kitty's boast, in fact, was

DOVE COTE DAYS.
thought to be sound asleep in his
underneath the salon.

120,

own

little

den

He had

issued

from a

narrow passage between some native houses
leading to the side-walk of the Calle Faura, believing, doubtless, that the coast

was

clear,

but

had encountered the leveled bayonet
ner of the
Calle

at the corall

Marina.
sight

He was
of

of a

tremble and at the
plead.

Adair began to

"Mi hcrmano!

niuy malo, Senor,
is

muy

malo!"

A

sick brother

something a Tagal

can trump up at an instant's notice.
doubted, but what could he do

Adair

? The corporal came and said, "Let him go." The orders were to treat the' natives with every possible

consideration and kindness, to salute their
cers, to fraternize

offi-

with their

men.

But Adair

^connected Captain Ysidro with Ypolito's prowl-

ing and went
"You'll

home

dissatisfied.

have to watch those beggars of

yours, Barriger," said he the next day.

"And

you'd better coax Mrs. Kitty to return those
valuables to the safe."

But Kit wouldn't.
were
very
saints
ill;

Ypolito and his wife
really

and Ypolito's brother was

she

was sure of

it.

Constance added

her persuasion and was called cruel and sus-

I30
picious.

DOVE COTE DAYS.

The

little

matron had a

will of her

own.
"I don't see

how anything
I

can

be taken,

Adair," said Barriger, finding his wife
rate.

obdu-

"You know

am

always home

at night,

and—"
"Yes, but will you always be?"
queried

Adair anxiously.
lier

"Things are getting squal-

every day."
so they were.

And
the

The whole demeanor of
Their
leaders,

natives

was changing.
and

balked in their plan to compel the recognition
of their government
control,

had withpenned up

drawn

to the north,

had

virtually

the Americans in Manila and forbidden their

crossing the lines toward the surrounding
lages,

vil-

even while they themselves claimed the,

right to

go within the

lines

at will.

Their

guns were planted commanding the American
outposts.
night.

Their earthworks grew with every
officers

Their

and

soldiers repeatedly
sentries,

insulted

and threatened our

evident that the clash

ing soon.

and it was was coming, and comOther officers had arranged at first

alarm to send their households at once to the transports in the bay. But Barriger's house-

!

DOVE COTE DAYS.

131

was a mile from the water was so shallow
within
story
fifty feet

river

landing'

and the

in the rear of their sea-

wall that no launch Gould land, or even venture

of the beach. Everywhere the was current that the attack from without would be accompanied by an uprising of the

natives within.

No wonder

family

men were
Barriger's

anxious

And

then came a

demand

for

services at division headquarters.

He

spoke

Spanish and was needed in the frequent clashes
that occurred between the outposts out Santa

Ana

way.

Thrice in one week he was sent to

remonstrate with General Ricarte upon the aggressions of the Tagal officers and guards at

Concordia Bridge.

Thrice was Ricarte pro-

fuse in explanation and expressions of regret.
"It shouldn't occur again," said he.

Yet

it

did,

night after night, and the Division General saw
the inevitable and
ingly.

made
bliss

his dispositions accord-

Ten weeks

of

ten

weeks of "dove-

cote days," as Adair called

them

—were

fol-

lowed by a fortnight of war alarms. Adair had become an almost daily visitor, Welcomed
with playful and ever-growing confidence by

132
Kitty,

DOVE COTE DAYS.
and a certain sweet shyness and reserve
All the First Division

by Constance.

knew

by that time what took that stalwart dragoon
so constantly to Barriger's,

and now that the
kept

General had seized upon
constantly on
it

Sam and

him

so

new and

novel duties,

Adair took
bay the

upon himself

to plan for the protection of

the inmates of the Cote.

Out

in the

Biltmore swung at anchor a mile to the west,
Quaker-like in her leaden gray. Adair brought
her executive and ward-room officers to
call.

This was magnanimous
coming, but
it

in him, for they kept

was

all

part of his plan.

Lieu-

tenant-Commander Sternsheets promised that
the instant they

got wind of trouble a boat

should be sent close back of the Dove-Cote and

Jacky should wade ashore and bear the doves
to sea.

Then Adair had

further plans of his

own.

The Division General had
confidential

issued in

typewritten form
his brigade
cers.
It

instructions to
offi-

commanders and

certain staff

was but a puny

force he

had

to defend

so big a territory against such a host of foes,

but they were stout-hearted fellows, and so

long as the insurgents did not fathom the plans

DOVE COTE DAYS.
and make counter dispositions there was
to dread.

1

33

little

"You
comes
to

shall join

your beloved battery

if

it

to fighting," said the chief, with a smile,

Mr. Barriger.

"But meantime

I

need you."

And

only Kitty rebelled

at the distinction ac-

corded him.

One January evening when
air

not a breath of

seemed

stirring, after their daily drive

and

late dinner

they were seated on the rear gallery
brilliant searchlights of the fleet

watching the
moonlit bay.

and the varicolored

signals twinkling across the

Kitty sat with her husband's

hand

in hers, looking

up into

his face

and

softly

cooing, as became a dove of high degree.

A

few paces away, Constance
chair,

reclined in her easy

with Adair bending eagerly toward her,

little. The soft plash of the wavewas almost the only sound to break upon the stillness of the night, and even they seemed

yet saying

lets

to be saying only,

"Hush

!

Hush !"

in sooth-

ing monotone.

Visitors came and went, and

at last the ships' bells

had tinkled

in doublets

the six silvery strokes that told 'twas eleven

Adair knew he should be going to Both officers were in barracks, yet lingered.
o'clock.

"

134

DOVE COTE DAYS.

khaki, for calls to arms had been frequent, and

from the

left

breast-pocket of Barriger's coat

protruded about

one-fourth
flat

the length of a

Russia leather case, a

pocketbook.

"Can't you stow that inside?" Adair had
asked.

"These stiff-legged ponies

will jolt

it

out some dark night and you wouldn't like to
lose that defense plan."

"I always button

it

inside

when
I

I

buckle on

my
can't

sword

belt,"

said

Barriger.

"Then
it

it

work

out.

Besides,

know

all

by

heart,
it

and can put every company just where
Let's see,"

belongs.
off.

and he began to
First

tell

them
to

"First

Brigade,
'

Battalion,

Washingtons, from tobacco warehouse march

Paco Bridge.

Second Battalion, Bishop's

Palace, cross bridge into East Paco,

mass

in

churchyard.

Third Battalion, with brigade
1 1
.

commander, Block House

First Idaho, six

companies, march to Paco Bridge, two companies Malate, local guards.

Both

batteries to

Paco cemetery and await orders.
maintain
order
suburbs.
in

Cavalry to
patrol

town.

Mounted
Brigade,

through

Second

Four-

teenth, at Singalon front.

Malate front

North Dakotas hold

DOVE COTE DAYS.
"Well,
that's
all

1

35

very well,"
is its
it

said

Adair.

"What I'm
hands.

thinking of

falling into native

They can

have

translated
it

easy

enough.

Where do you keep

at night?"

"With
There's a

my
fire

pistol
!"

under

my

pillow.

Hullo!

Springing to their

feet

and leaning out over

the garden they could hear shouting to the

southward and the rapid clang of a church
rapid alarm.

bell,

ringing after the American village fashion in
Sentries had by this time been

forbidden to shoot

alarm

—the
fire,

customary garrison

for the

frail

bamboo and nipa huts
and hardly a night
blaze

were forever taking
passed
Manila.

without

a

somewhere

about
to be

The

rising glare

showed

it

toward the Cuartel de Malate, and with hasty
adieu Adair sprang
troop.

down

the steps to join his
fire

In ten minutes the
itself

had

practically

burned
again.

out and in twenty

all

was

still

Before midnight the dove-cote was
silent
:

dark and

Barriger's

little

household
later

had sought

their pillows.

An

hour

came
at di-

a clatter of hoofs and a banging at the barred

doors below.

Mr. Barriger was wanted

vision headquarters at once.

The

orderly had

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DOVE COTE DAYS.
Kit clung to him tearhis revolver,

brought a spare horse.
fully as he buckled

on

and

col-

lapsed in her sister's arms

when he

galloped

away.
listened

For half an hour they watched and
on the front
gallery, but even the snarlstill.

ing native dogs were

The night was
o'clock

without a sound.

At one

Constance

saw the
in bed

little

matron once more snugly stowed
off to sleep.
later she

and soon dozing

Less than an hour

was aroused by
Springseizing a pretty

an awful, agonized,
ing from her

terrible scream.

own bed and
through

nickel-plated revolver, barefooted as she was,

Constance darted
Kitty's room.

the darkness

to

Striking a light, she found her
her

sobbing and shivering by the v bedside,

watch, her locket and one ring gone, also a
little

sum

of

money from
tell

the bureau drawer.
stealthy tugging
her.

All she could
at her finger

was that a

had suddenly aroused

Then
it

a hand had been spread over her mouth, and

with one desperate effort she had hurled

off

and screamed for
bounded out of the
without.

help.

A

dark figure had

side

window.

Then came

Constance within and the rush of the guard

!

DOVE COTE DAYS.

1

37

Some
ing back

of these latter were

still

searching

about the premises when Barriger came gallopfull

speed, threw himself

from the

saddle and rushed upstairs.

One

glance told

him what had occurred. One glance told Constance there was something worse than they
had yet discovered.
arms, but his eyes

He

took his wife in his
her sister and his
:

summoned

white

lips

framed the question
the papers

"That pocket-

book

—with

is

that safe?"

The Russia leather case was gone One week later Ypolito, who, the night
to be placidly sleeping in his

of the

robbery, had been found by the searching guard

own

particular

dove-cote at the
that his brother

rear,

announced with tears
his long
ill-

had succumbed to
to

ness and was to be buried forthwith.
sired a

He

de-

day

in

which

pay

his last

homage,
tears.

another in which to bedew his grave with

He would
heard the

then return.

Nothing could exceed Nothing

the concern with
recital

which he and Manuel had
of that robbery.

could exceed the zeal with which they had
joined in the search.
inconsolable.
Little

Carmencita was

Captain Ysidro Medina called

twice to present his fluent compliments and to

I38

DOVE COTE DAYS.

tender his services, to place his heart at the feet

of the ladies, to pray them to be tranquil.

The

bosom of the Filipino heaved with abhorrence
at the outrage to jected,

which they had been subrest until

and never would he

he should

discover the thief, recover the ravished

gems

and lay them, with the ears of the perpetrator

—and

again his heart of hearts

at the feet

aforementioned".

Ten days

later,

one lovely

starlit

February
all

evening, on a sudden the bugles rang

over
it

Manila and a crackling flame encompassed
round about.
aldo's

The storm had burst and Aguinto the assault of the thin,

army leaped

unsheltered lines in blue.

With

half his

little

force far extended on the fighting front, the

American leader contested the ground from
without.

With the

other half

dispersed

in

small detachments over the wide area of the
city

and suburbs, he watched for the threatened
within.

uprising

Along

the

river

front

launches, cascos, even slim, canoe-shaped bancas,

were

filled

with

pallid, silent

women and
fleet

children, the families of
residents,

American and foreign
of

who were

hurried out to the

transports in the bay.

But

at half-past ten,

DOVE COTE DAYS.

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39

nearly an hour "after the alarm had sounded,
the sisters
still

clung to each other in the dark-

ened dove-cote alone
try on the

just

one American senbetween

pavement below

to interpose

them and the rage of a thousand natives should
the Tagals rise.

Obedient to some signal from the flagship,
just at sunset, the Biltmore

had steamed away
Barriger had

toward old Cavite.

No

rescuing boat appeared

upon the
been

face of the waters.

summoned to his guns at four o'clock and was even now thundering away somewhere out
on the threatened
front.

Adair, with his troop,
side ever
in

had been scouting on the northern
since the previous day.

Every man

Manila

had

his

work

cut out for

were practically neglected.
as the sullen that
it

him and the sisters At half-past ten,

boom

of the distant cannon told

was no

casual skirmish, but an attack in

force, Kitty knelt, shivering,

with her

fair

head

pillowed in her

sister's

lap,

while Constance,

facing the door, sat with her finger on the trig-

ger of Adair's Christmas present. And so she & sat as through the darkness two white-robed

forms

stole noiselessly

up the

spiral stairs,

and

through the gloom the shadowy spectres came

140

DOVE COTE DAYS.

gliding over the polished

hardwood

floor until,

not five yards away, the straining eyes of Constance

made them

out,

and without a tremor

in

her tone she challenged,

"Who

is

there?"

The answer was

a laugh,

the snap of a

parlor match, the touch of the flame to a kero-

sene lamp, and there in the gloom, grinning,

stood Manuel

with

gleaming knife

in hand,

while Ypolito, the saintly, the sorrow-stricken,

with a grin upon his black

face,

advanced upon

them, his blinking eyes fixed on Kitty's jeweled
hands, his long

brown

fingers clutching.

Her

scream of terror rang out on the night, accompanied by the instant bang of the revolver, a
yell of

dismay from within, a shout of alarm from without, then a rush and scurry of feet,

a battering at the door below, a clattering up
the stairs as of spurred heels, a dash to the,

window
situation

of flitting ghosts.

changed,

All on a sudden the and while two or three

troopers hurled themselves through the rooms

and over the

sills

in

pursuit,

Dave Adair,
he

breathless but glowing,

bounded forward.
are

"You
cried.

are safe?

You
it

unharmed?"
!"

"Oh, thank God for that
God's mercy

And

was that

led

him

in the

'

Will you

trust yourself to

me— alone ? "


DOVE COTE DAYS.
I4I

nick of time, not to the front entrance, which

was heavily barred, but, with a launch borrowed from the captain of the port, to the shoal water at the rear. There was no time to lose. He and his men were needed at the front. The doors were unbarred. A brace of provost guardsmen hurried up from below to take charge of the premises, and then the sisters
were
led

down through

the gardens to the steps
fifty

of the sea wall.

There,

yards away, the

night lights of the Ceres were dancing on the
tide.

Thither,

"cat's

cradled,"

two sturdy
still

troopers splashing waist deep bore Kitty,

tremulous with fright, leaving Adair and Constance for the

moment

at the steps.

Out on
summons. murmust.

the Calle San Jose a cavalry trumpet sounded

a sudden peal

—a

quick, imperative

"They are
mured. Quick!
alone?"

calling me, Constance," he

"We
Will

are needed, and go

I

you

trust

yourself

to

me
he up-

She was standing on the second
on the strand.
in his

step,

Her answer was
face,

to look

down
arm

upturned

then to place her white
Instantly his left

hand upon

his shoulder.

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DOVE COTE DAYS.

circled about her knees, his right

waist,

and swept her from her

arm about her The feet.

slender white

hand

stole

about his neck, her

head sank almost to his shoulder and without
a word, but with his heart
breast,

he plunged into
strides

hammering in his the sea. With long,

sweeping

he bore his precious burden

deeper, deeper into the
little

foaming waters.

The

surges lapped his knees, his waist, and he

raised her higher,
breast, lest the

drawing her yet

closer to his
feet.

water should reach her

Ten

paces from the dancing craft his troopers
to aid.

met him and sought
your horses!

"No; hurry

to

Say

I'll

be there in a moment,"

were

his impatient orders.

And
his

then for one

blessed

moment

she

was

—alone;

and her

lovely face, upturned, lay so close, so close to
his
!

The warm

breath

from her parted

lips

fanned his rough, unshaven cheek.

With sudden impulse he bowed his head. "If it is the last word I ever say, Constance,
I

love you>

I

have loved you ever since you

came," he murmured.
it

"God grant

I

may

say

again to-morrow

!"

One

instant of silence, then a tightening of

'

DOVE COTE
the clasp about his neck, a

DAYS'.

1

43

murmur

soft as that

of the summer sea about them.
'

'Amen

***********
the guns had done their

—David.

'

When
Sam

work from

Battery Knoll next day, and with bated breath
Barriger stood in the drifting smoke and
fierce

watched the

rush of the brigade, he saw

soon the stretcher bearers trudging back with
their burdens, the sorely

wounded, and mar-

veled at their number.

A

staff officer

came
red

galloping over from the highway, a

flat,

Russia leather pocket-case in his hand which he

waved triumphantly

aloft,

then tossed to Sam.
find it?"

"Where was
"I didn't.

it?

—where'd you

was

the eager question.
It

was Adair.
Pilar's staff.

low Medina, of

He shot that He had it.

fel-

"You're entitled to two hundred

dollars,

Mex., and no questions asked, Adair," laughed
Barriger, ten minutes later, grasping the ex-

tended hand of his comrade

in

both his

own and

looking up with shining eyes, "to say nothing

of

all I

owe you

for

last night.

How'll you

have

it?"

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DOVE COTE DAYS.
in saddle, his

Adair bent low
ling.

own

eyes kind-

"You might
Sam," he
said.

put

it

in

a

wedding

gift,

The hand
the

clasped tightly.
best,

"You're the luckiest man, and she's the
dearest

woman

that

ever

lived

—except

one."

"

He

broke from them to clasp Ethel in his arms."

A RIVAL ALLY.
They had met
Marcelino
for

the

first

time at the

grounds of the Tennis Club beyond the Calle

—she

a thorough-going English girl

much given
esty
in

to open-air life with concomitant
;

health and freckles

he an Ensign of His Maj-

Uncle Sam's warship Biltmore, doing duty
Manila balconies.

Manila Bay, and the devoted to every reach-

able pretty girl in

Many

were

pretty, but

few reachable.
of

Belles of the

Spanish persuasion had remained in haughty
seclusion ever since the
flag
first

May, when

their
off

had gone down

in

smoke and flame
all

Cavite.

American

girls

were only just begin-

ning to arrive and turn the heads of

manner
in wist-

of men, and even those of the disdainful daughters of Castile
ful

and Aragon, who gazed
toilettes

longing at the dainty

appearing

every evening on the Luneta.

English, French

and Filipino

girls there were,

most of

whom

I46

A RIVAL ALLY.

were born upon the island and knew no other Middies from the clime than that of Luzon,
broad decks of H.

young

swells

M. S. Wonderful, and from the wardroom and steerage

messes of the French Jean Baptiste and the

German Hohenfriedwurst were much in evidence, in their natty white summer dress, every
tennis afternoon, but

Yankees had been few
to

and on

far
to

between

keep them going off
Iloilo

Negros,

—something was always going —expeditions or Cebu—mysterious missions
;

along the vague, lightless coast landing parties
hither

and yon

in search of contrabands of

war

alleged to be ever slipping in

from Hongkong

or Shanghai,

Yokohama

or Nagasaki.

Among

men

was not much regretted, for, having but recently blown Montojo's fleet to flinders, the Yankees were necessarily interesttheir absence
ing, and,
station,

being by far the best dancers on the

were correspondingly

first

favorites

with the

women

folk.

The English Club had
it

opened
of an

its

doors to them, but held

bad form

for girls to open their

arms even

to the extent

innocent

valse,

a thing the average

Briton could only execute in one way, or a
catchy two-step, which he couldn't do at
all.

It

A RIVAL ALLY.
so

I47

happened,

therefore,

that

Ensign Percy

Breese was looked to be in big luck when sent
ashore for a month of some duty in or about
the busy office of the Captain of the Port. Life

aboard

ship,

even in December, was something

of a broil, despite electric fans and cooling

shower-baths.
the

The sun
sides,

beat untempered on

armored

even
decks,

though

awnings

shielded the crowded

and

ships' interiors

were ovenlike

in temperature,

and men grew

curt in speech, intolerant of differing views and
irascible at opposition.
It

his fellows of the flagship that "Breezy"

was the opinion of had
that

been chosen for this particular duty because of

an equanimity of temperament
proof
against

had stood

a

'tween-decks

temperature,
it

whereas his messmates on the cruiser swore

was

all

along of "Breezy's"

cheek—-he was

no

better natured than the rest of them, only he

looked

it.

At
on

all

events, here he

was

"gettin' shore

duty

sea pay," said an envious brother-in-arms

who

loved the epigrammatic even at the ex-

pense of veracity, and Bob Bruce, of the

Hong

Kong and Shanghai
to the blithe

Bank, had taken a liking
fellow,

young

and

later

took the


I48

A RIVAL ALLY.
to the tennis court

young Ensign himself
presented
assembled,
ton, in

and

him

to the

maids and matrons there

among

others to Miss Ethel Winscentered Mr. Bruce's uni-

whom was

verse.

This proceeding, said Bruce's crony
if

one of the invaluable,
friends ever ready to
selves,
tell

unvalued, class of

us the truth about our-

—was

as asinine a thing as even Bruce

could have done.

This was strong language,

but not entirely unjustifiable.

Bruce was summoned over to
soon after Christmas and
left

Hong Kong
gone
ten

the Ensign taking

tennis lessons of Miss Ethel.

He was

only as long as the Esmeralda's round

trip,

days or

so,

but

become tutor and Ethel Winston

when he returned Breese had pupil. The

game was no
hearts.

longer tennis

it

had turned

to

In justice to Breese
that he

it

must be said

at

once

had no knowledge of Bruce's hopes or

intentions, but could as

much
a

be said of Miss
girls

Winston?

Probably not.

blind as not to see

when

Few man is

are so

really in love.

Some

are gifted with such keenness of vision
it

as to see
irrational

before the

man

himself, while an

few can discover evidences of a ten-


A RIVAL ALLY.
der passion where
its
1

49

absence

is

not even a

matter of doubt.
that big

Miss Winston well knew
to place his

Bob Bruce was ready

broad hand, honest heart and solid bank account at her service.
little

She well know that a encouragement would precipitate prompt

avowal, but up to the time

blown across her path she
to

when Breese was couldn't see her way

holding out a hope, and after that she

wouldn't.

Perhaps

it

was

as

much because

the

women
Even want
were

took sides with Bruce against Breese that her
sympathies were enlisted for the
girls
latter.

who were
her

secretly glad she didn't
left

Bruce, and thereby
clared

him

in the market, de-

conduct

heartless.

There

barely half a dozen in English-speaking Manila
society at the time, to be sure,

and there were

many more men
the matrons,
it

than women. Therefore, said was bad judgment on the part

of Bruce to bring in a rank outsider

who had
neither

good looks and good manners, but

money nor

prospects outside of his uniform

the very kind of

man

a girl should not succumb

Beto, and the very kind she so often does. yond doubt, had Miss Winston's parents been

I50
alive

A RIVAL ALLY.
to

her

predilection

they would have

brought her to her senses and back to

Hong

Kong, but Miss Winston's father had died long
years before, leading his

Tommies

in

a daring

dash on the mountain tribesmen of the border,

and

his disconsolate but

charming widow had

eventually remarried.

Miss Winston was mistress of her
means, which were
abundant.
sufficient,
if

own

not super-

Her

stepfather

was not altogether

to her liking.
petite,

He

had wealth, a hearty ap-

and

entire willingness that the lovely

daughter of his lovely wife should speedily find
a

mate of her own, and

to this end,

knowing

Bruce and Bruce's prospects, had rather strenuously urged upon his better half the advantage
to accrue in accepting the invitation of

Mrs.

Bryce-Foster that Ethel should spend a few

weeks with her

The war between Spain and the Americans was over. Business was brisk. The city was crowded with Ameriin Manila.

cans, to be sure,

and some few of them weren't

half bad.

Mrs. Bryce-Foster had spent a fort-

night at the Hong.

Her husband was one of

the heaviest customers of the great banking
corporation.

Ethel went, glad of a change, and

A RIVAL ALLY.
with no idea

I5I

how marvelous that change would be. She had known Bob Bruce two years and couldn't love him; she had known Percy
Breese only two weeks
It

—and

couldn't help

it.

was the quickest thing
it,

that season, said the

men who saw

and a feeling grew up against

Breese, especially after Bruce

came back and
to heart.

found himself supplanted.

Big Bob took

it

very

much

You

couldn't blame him.

He had

long loved this

winsome English girl. He could give her as charming a home and as complete an establishment
as could be found in
all

the fair suburbs

of Manila, and Percy Breese hadn't a stiver
outside his pay, and didn't hesitate to say so.

But Bob was manful about
moan.
It

it

and made no

was Mrs. Bryce-Foster who made She raged in her heart She had set at the failure of a cherished plan. that heart on a match between the girl and that
Ethel's life a burden.
big, burly, whole-souled fellow

who seemed
*

so

thoroughly

at

home

in boating or cricket cos-

tume so
;

utterly at sea in a parlor.

"Bob has

too big a heart for the business" was the only

thing his superiors could say to his detriment,

and there was no doubt the big heart was sorely

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A RIVAL ALLY.

The women said Ethel Winston had encouraged him in every way, which wasn't true and Mrs. Bryce-Foster knew it
wounded now.
wasn't true, yet dinned
it

into Ethel's ears

day

after day, to the end that the girl

begged hard
nearly cried
until

to be sent back to

Hong Kong, and
told that she

her eyes out

when

must stay
at

sent for, like

some

obsolete bit of household

furniture for which no place

was held

home.

What made
was

matters

immeasurably worse
think the only

that Mrs. Bryce-Foster turned her vocal
I

guns on the dashing Ensign.
reason she did not forbid
that then
sl^e

him the house was
lost the

would have

joy of beshe,

rating him.

And
all

Percy Breese, who, said
resented

should in

conscience have

her
to

words and proudly withdrawn and refused
set foot within her doors again, did

nothing of

the kind.
sweetheart.

Like a

little

man he

stood by his
it

"I'd take the double of
"if
I

all,"

he

simply
you."

said,

thought she would spare

And
little

then he bent and tenderly kissed

the red and swollen eyelids
pathetic

and a very

pretty,

rosy mouth, and comforted her
really couldn't say

infinitely,

though she

why.

The

outlook was just as blank as ever, yet with

A RIVAL ALLY.
Percy by her
look
at,

1

53
to

side,

and so fond and so good

and so sympathetic and caressing, she

couldn't feel utterly miserable, as she

knew she
and

ought to

feel for all

the troubles she had caused.

But
mercial

this state of things couldn't last,
it.

Breese knew

He had written to the commagnate at Hong Kong, apprising him
Winston and of
their plea

of his love for Miss

for his and her mother's consent and blessing.

He had met
squarely

Bruce twice and met him

fairly

and

rather a difficult thing to do

when a

rival has not formally declared himself, if in-

deed

it

be not trying at any time.

The two
fair

had even shaken hands, for Bruce loved
play,

and how was Breese
All the same,

to

know, he asked
for Ethel

himself, that he cared so

much

Winsand he

ton ?
latory

Bob

couldn't be congratusuccess,

upon Breese's apparent

was

not.

"I had no idea

—of—

interfering with

—any"It all

body, you know, Bruce," said Percy.

came

about

so

sudden."

Whereat

Bruce

dropped his monocle and looked vacant and
dazed a moment; then submitted the sudden

and irrelevant query:

"D'you ever peg?"

which being interpreted meant would Breese

154

A RIVAL ALLY.

have some Scotch and soda, a thing Breese
hated, yet took with alacrity

—some

form of

atonement and
the occasion.

sacrifice

seeming appropriate to
can be

"Look me

up,

you know, whenever

I

of any service," said Bob, and the two shook

hands and parted, each in his
ing

own way

thank-

God

the thing was over.

Breese drew a
the open

long breath the
street,

moment he reached

jumped

into the waiting caromatta

and

bade the driver speed to the Luneta, where she

would be sure

to appear

by the side of her host-

ess in the invariable evening drive along the

bay, the one open-air recreation

known

to cos-

mopolite Manila.
"I hope to
up,

Heaven

I'll

never have to look him
is,"

good fellow though he
to himself,
little

muttered the

Ensign

mopping
cart.

his

wet forehead
situation

as the sturdy

pony darted away with the

high-wheeled, covered

The

and

the Scotch combined had started the perspiration

from every

pore.

look up a fellow

"The idea of having to when you've " But Mr.

Breese couldn't find words in which to finish
the sentence.

No!
to

He

distinctly

wished he
again,

might never have

see

Bob Bruce

A RIVAL ALLY.

I

55

ber that

which was most ungrateful when you rememit was Bob who introduced him to his
sweetheart,

now

anxiously peering at every

passing cab and carriage in hopes of seeing

and signaling to Percy Breese.
to speak

She had need

with him.
at last.

They met
kiosk.

third Infantry

The band of the Twentywas playing delightfully at the
on
either side

The

parallel roads

were

all kinds known to The walks were crowded with officers and soldiers in cool uniforms. The sun had sunk to rest beyond Cavite. The electric

blocked with carriages of
Manila.

lights

were beginning

to sputter

and

flash all

along the famous drive, and to sparkle from
the decks of a score of transports and warships

anchored on the broad bosom of the bay.

of

Along the curb and about each carriage-load women, English or American, were little
officers

groups of

and

civilians of their race,

and

their

merry chat and laughter made marked

contrast with the silence that hovered every-

where over the Spanish or native occupants of
similar vehicles.

Disquieting rumors were afloat.

The

Fili-

pino leaders, despairing of winning control of

I56

A RIVAL ALLY.
in

Manila and the island

any other way, had

planned a general uprising of the populace
within the old walled city and throughout the

surrounding

districts

and suburbs, some
families.

of

them teeming with insurgent
eral

A gen-

massacre of Americans had been decreed
It

and planned.

was even hinted that no man
changes

of foreign birth would be spared, and English
residents, long habituated to the fitful

in the political sky,

found reason to look grave
in

and concerned when chatting

low tones
that the in-

among
surgent
in a

themselves.

It

was known
all

army now

encircling Manila

had withoffi-

day or two turned back

American

cers

who had

essayed to ride or drive beyond

the limits of the city, that earthworks and en-

trenchments

were being

thrown up every-

where, and Krupp guns trained on the blockhouses occupied by American soldiery.
clash

The

was sure

to come.

The

question was

how and when. As the brief

twilight of the tropics faded
all

swiftly into night, the eyes of
to turn seaward, for, early

men seemed
it

though
fleet

was, the

flagship off the

mole and the

across the
signals.

bay

at Cavite

were exchanging rapid

:

A RIVAL ALLY.

1

57

The

brilliant red

and green and white

lights

flashed in quick succession.

The band, having
in the

carried out

its

program, struck up the Star-

Spangled Banner, whereat every soldier
garb of Uncle

Sam whipped
attention,

off his

headgear

and sprang

to

while

sympathetic

Britons lifted their hats.

Filipinos remained sitting and
len

Only Spaniards and smoking in sul-

disregard.
scuttling

came

sprinted back to
scatter, the

The strain ceased; the band down out of its kiosk and quarters. The crowd began to
it all

throng of carriages whirled away,

and

in the

midst of

Mr. Breese had sprung

from

his

two-wheeler and was eagerly and in

low tone talking with Miss Ethel, while a

comrade engrossed the attention of Mrs. BryceFoster.
failed,

Whatever

his quest or proposition,

it

for the girl sadly shook her head

and

Breese intently listened as she bent
riedly whispered

and hur-

"What

are

we

to do,

Percy?

She has

ac-

cepted the MacLeans' invitation.

We

move

out to Santa

Ana to-morrow.".
fell.

The

lad's face

Whether

it

meant that

Mrs. Bryce-Foster stood in dread of the predicted outbreak and wished to seek a place of

I58
safety, or

A RIVAL ALLY.
whether
it

was only a scheme
proposed

to break

off their intercourse, the

move promlay on the

ised to be effectual.
left

Santa
less

Ana

bank of the Pasig,

than a mile beyond

the dividing-line between the territory occupied

by the American garrison of Manila and that
of the encircling insurgents.
It

was

the head-

quarters of Ricarte's brigade of the insurgent

army.

Their Krupp guns, captured from the

Spaniards, were trained on the flimsy

wooden
all

blockhouses occupied by the Americans, and
their

outposts

were distributed

in

force

along the winding estuary of the Concordia

and the Tripa de

Gallina.

Across the Concordia bridge on the Santa

Ana

road, across that

narrow stream or farther
estero,

up the Pasig than the mouth of the

no

Americans now could venture. Leveled bayonets

and stern commands

to return

rewarded every

attempt, even while the insurgents

demanded

and, odd as

it

may

seem, were accorded

the

right to

wander

at will within the lines of the

Stars and Stripes.
the

Breese saw in a glance that

move

to Santa

Ana was

a menace to their

future meetings, and yet he did not despair.

Had

not Pio del Pilar assured the English resi-

A RIVAL ALLY.
dents of Santa

I

59

Ana

that Ricarte's

men were

ordered to show them every courtesy and at no
time to impede their coming or their going?

Would

not civilian garb and a monocle transinto a very presentable, or at

form our Ensign
least passable,

young Briton ?

He

tried

it,

un-

beknown

to the Captain of the Port, one bright

January afternoon, driving out in MacLean's
victoria, whirling

unopposed past the American
end of the Concordia bridge

sentries at the west

.and the Filipino guards at the other.
it

He

tried

a second time, and again with success and
bliss,

subsequent

for Mrs. Bryce-Foster could

not openly assail him in presence of her hostess,

and did

not, at least, prevent his

having a

sweet, whispered tete-a-tete with his lady-love
in the

garden while the Yankee bugles
their

at

Paco
for

were sounding tattoo and
"Lights out."

signal

Then he
citement

tried

it

a third time and on the third

of February, and there were evidences of exand
stir

everywhere
of

at

the

front.

Whole

battalions

blue-shirted

infantry

stood silently leaning on their arms along the
Calle Real and the guards at Blockhouse No.
11 were doubled.
So, too, he found strong

l6o

A RIVAL ALLY.

detachments of swarthy Filipinos along the

highway across the stream, and the plaza
Santa

in

Ana

was crowded, but their

officers still

touched their broad-brimmed straw hats respectfully to his host, even

though some of

their

number eyed

his

young companion

suspiciously.

"They're catching on to you, Breese, as you

Yankees say," said MacLean.
better not try
it

"I fancy you'd

again."
it

But he did try
went out
got
at the to dine

again, for the next

was

Saturday evening and the Captain of the Port

on the Olympia, and Breese

away soon

after five

and caught
in

his host

English Club

away down

Ermita.

MacLean looked
"I
really

grave.

think

you'd better not

risk

it,

Breese," he said.

"Little Sandoval, Ricarte's

aide-de-camp, told

me

this

morning they knew
interfere

you were an American, but wouldn't

so long as there were no hostilities, but

any
wish

moment now
"I won't,
the answer
utes, just
;

they

may

break out.

I

I

you wouldn't."
if

you say so
I

after to-night,"

was

"but

must

see her for a
is

few min-

because the thing

so sure to

come
at

to a head.

Then, of course,

I'll

have to be

A RIVAL ALLY.

l6l
if I

my

station.
for,

It

would mean court-martial
course,
it

wasn't,

of

the

Captain doesn't

know

of

my

running

out to Santa

Ana

in

plain clothes."
"It will

mean something worse than

court-

martial
side.

if

they catch you on the Santa

Ana
it

There's going to be no end of a fight

at that bridge,

and your fellows won't get

for nothing, let

me tell

you.

I

know

these

little

brown men, and know how game they Indeed, Breese, I wish you wouldn't come
night."

are.

to-

But the Ensign was too deeply
reasonable.

in love to

be

He

went, was again passed by the

guards and patrols along the Filipino side in
deference to his friend and conductor.

They

dined in some anxiety, for strong battalions of
insurgents had marched in from the neighbor-

hood of Santa Mesa
busily that afternoon.

to the north,

and had been

ferrying across the Pasig long hours

The

plaza, the native houses,

the great churchyard and the side streets were

thronged with native soldiery.

Ethel was pale

and troubled.

At nine

o'clock Breese led her out to the ter-

race overlooking the placid river,

and

in the

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A RIVAL ALLY.

hush of the lovely evening sought to comfort

and reassure

her.

They were

seated in a

little

arbor, her fair head resting on his shoulder,

her slender hand clasped in
less as

his,

when, noise-

a shadow, a native canoe came swiftly,
skill-

suddenly gliding under the bank and was
fully

paddled to the stone steps at the water's

edge.

Two men

crouched amidships, who,

at

a whispered

word from

the boatman, cautiously

stepped ashore, and, bending low,

came up the

stone stairway and peered about the garden.

Breese

felt

that Ethel's heart

was

fluttering like

that of a captive bird, but she sat upright, gaz-

ing at the shadowy pair.

Both wore the uni-

forms of

officers of the

insurgent army.

The

scabbards of their swords gleamed in the starlight.

They were muttering

excitedly in the

harsh language of the Tagals, and in one of
the the

two Miss Winston presently recognized young staff officer of Ricarte. What could be the object of their cautious and secret visit unless it involved in some way the life or safety
of her lover?

From

the upper story of the
soft laughter

mansion the sound of
rippling note of a piano
still

and the

came

floating

upon the

night

air,

and

tiptoeing, the

two intruders


A RIVAL ALLY.
crouched slowly up the pathway and were
to
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63

lost

view

in the

shrubbery near the heavy stone

walls.

"Percy," she whispered, clinging to him in
dread, "can't

you bribe

that

boatman?

It

is

your only chance.
can beyond the

He

can land you at Panda-

lines. They can't see that shadowy thing in the dark. I know those men mean harm to you. Oh, you must get back you must get back, and the river's the only way!" But he had sprung to his feet, and with intense eagerness in his handsome young face was listening to some far, faint, crackling

sound

that,

suddenly breaking on the night, was

just audible above the plash of the swift waters.

"Hark!" he whispered
side
less

as she crept to his

and would again have spoken.

Breath-

they crouched and bent their ears to the

sound

—a

low, rapid sputter, a quick, irregular

throbbing that seemed with every
spread and

moment

to

grow

louder and to come slowly

creeping southward, and then the silent watcher
in the canoe

sprang noiselessly to shore, and

stooped at the head of the steps and whistled
low.

Then

as

no answer came, trampling the

164

A RIVAL ALLY.
feet,

rope underneath his
thrice

he clapped his hands

and loudly

in evident

and

irrepressible

excitement. Back from the shadows of the mansion came the two slender forms in Fili-

pino uniform, springing

down

the pathway.

One moment they paused to listen at the bench. Then in eager tone they gave some order to the boatman. The canoe was hauled close alongside. The three slid noiselessly aboard, and away shot the fragile craft into the blackness of the night, down stream, just as the
Filipino bugles at the barracks below

and on

the broad plaza without pealed forth the stir-

ring notes of the alarm.
the east front of

Somewhere over on Manila, toward Santa Mesa
left,

or the water-works, the fierce volleying had be-

gun, and right and
fight

north and south, the

was spreading along the circling lines. Then down came MacLean, pale but com"You're
caught,
Breese,

posed.

old

chap.

There's no getting out now.

Ricarte's fellows

are forming for the attack, and every inch of

ground

is

covered.

The

best

we

can do

is

to

hide you somewhere in case they insist on com-

ing in the grounds."

"Hiding won't

help,

man !" was

the impati-

A RIVAL ALLY.
ent answer.

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65

"My

post the

is

four miles away,
bridges,
I

downstream

beyond

and

it's

disgrace and dishonor

if

can't

get there.

Haven't you a boat

—a canoe of some kind?"
and you couldn't
if I

"Not

so

much

as a tub,

slip

by those lynx-eyed fellows

had."

Every
louder,

instant the sound of volleying

grew

and the sputter and crackle of musketry

crept

servant in

on down the banks of the San Juan. snowy linen came rushing out

A
in

search of his master, and in the Spanish tongue

informed him that he had closed the great iron
gates in front, as ordered, but that the

Com-

were there and desired to see Senor MacLean on most import-

mandante and other
ant business.

officers

"Stay where you
here
if

are, Breese.
I'll

You're safe
fel-

anywhere.

have to meet these
relations

lows, you know.
cordial.

Our
I

have been very
off."

Perhaps
back

can stand them

was Per"They alta, Major of the Artillery," he said. They to get under cover. came to warn us open with their Krupps in a few minutes, and
in five minutes.

He was

"It

of course your fellows will answer."

"Answer ?

They'll blow the whole shooting-

s

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66

A RIVAL ALLY.
into the Pasig
!

match

Dyer's battery

is

on the

knoll south of Paco, and Harry Hawthorne is with the Hotchkiss back of Block House

n

guns

all

Regulars."

"Ricarte

knows

all

about that, but he says his

infantry can sweep the

men from
sides

the guns.

He

can

fire

from three
!"

on Concordia

Bridge, and from right and front on Battery
Knoll.

Listen

Far
Pasig

to the north the

boom

of a heavy

gun
lines

punctuated the rattle of musketry.
at the east

Across the

and north of Manila the
of

were sharply engaged, but as yet
vision

Pilar's Disilence.

faced

that

Anderson's in

Something held the insurgent leader
It

in leash.

came

at last

well along

toward morning.

All on a sudden the bugles rang in front of

Santa Ana, and with exultant cheers Ricarte'
big brigade blazed on the American salient at

Blockhouse n.
of the

Then came

the roar and crash

Krupps

in the river redoubts,

and

then,

a

little later,

the reply.

Breese, an unwilling

prisoner, wild with excitement,
to the roof,

had clambered

from which point the flame of the

battling lines could plainly be seen.

The

tri-

umphant dash of

the insurgent battalions

had

A RIVAL ALLY.
met with stern and sudden check.
that, like

1

67

Only

to the

banks of the ester q had they charged.
a wall of
steel

Beyond
line

and flame, the blue

stretched across the ricefields

and never budged

an inch.
Frequent

now were

the calls and

the iron gates, for every few minutes

well-known
sorely

officer was borne wounded and seeking

in

demands at some from the front,

the shelter of the

massive
walls.
little

church

or
in

MacLean's heavy stone
squads
or

Then
came

detachments

parties of Filipinos, crouching close along

the walls,
silent

drifting back

from the

front,

and

dispirited.

And

then a

battalion

that

had

lined the

earthworks across the open

ricefields close to

the highway, unable longer to bear up against the pitiless storm of

Yankee

lead,

suddenly
rear,

broke for the shelter of the walls to the

and came stampeding back
sweeping their shrieking,
officers

into

the

plaza,

sword-brandishing

with them.

into the

They would have surged MacLean grounds had not the iron

gates been sternly barred against them.

And
ter-

then there arose a cry at sound of which the

women

clung to each other in dismay and

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68

A RIVAL ALLY.

ror and

MacLean went white with
losses, the fierce

drea'd.

In

rage and exasperation over their baffled hopes

and heavy
vengeance.

Tagals clamored for

Battering at the gate, they yelled

for the "Teniente Americano."
told
all

Some one had

them Breese was

still

there in hiding, and

Malay nature was aroused. Fiercer every moment rose the yells and imprecations. Then a young officer, hoisted on
the devil in the
their shoulders, clambered to the top of the wall

and began a furious harangue
tongue.

in
all

the Tagal

In

the

midst

of

it

MacLean

rushed aloft and found Breese just descending,
pale and resolute.

"Take me out to them," he calmly said. "They won't murder an unarmed man, but they'll burn and wreck your home otherwise.
Hello
!

Why,
it

here's

Bruce

!"

Bruce
marble
time

was.

He came

bounding up the
lost

stairs three at

a spring, and

no
he

in

ceremony.

"Come

instantly,"

panted, laying a broad
shoulder.

hand on the Ensign's
are in

"Your uniform and sword

my launch." "Bob! How
MacLean.

did you get here?" interjected

A RIVAL ALLY.

1

69

"Ran
if

it


!

full

steam

all lights out.

Quick,
to pieces

man, come

Those

devils will rip
It's

you

they catch you.

your only chance."

Down
the boy.

the stairs, between them, they hurried

One

instant he broke

from them to
kiss

clasp Ethel in his

her forehead.

upon She dropped, half fainting, on

arms and print a

the stairs, as between

Breese to the river
aboard.

them again they rushed bank and bundled him
said Tell

"Cast
to

off,"

Bruce.

"Goodblood's

night

you,

Mac.
the

Ricarte

thicker than water
oner.

and John

Bull's got his pris-

Give

me

wheel,

Manuel.

Now,

full speed,

and

lie flat!"

Straining eyes and ears, MacLean, hanging
to a ring in the stone post on the bank, gazed
after
silent.

them and

listened.

The Krupps were

Yankee gunners had proved too much
but both banks were
all

for Tagal cannoneers,
lined with riflemen

along the big bend to
fun-

Pandacan.
nel plainly

The sparks pouring from her
showed the course of the

flying boat.
rifles

Within a minute of her departure the

be-

gan
on

to crack, the

banks to blaze with spiteful
night,

flashes.

But on went that meteor of the
it

until

suddenly dove out of sight and into

I70
safety

A RIVAL ALLY.
beyond the dense fringe of bamboo along
triumph

the Concordia, and thence went careering on
to Manila, her tiny whistle shrieking

and defiance as she sped on her way.

And
throng.

then

MacLean drew a long

breath and

strolled out to the gates

and faced the furious

"Sefior Capitan," said he calmly to

the nearest officer, "will you and your brother
officers

come

in

and join

me

in

a glass of wine
spoil

?

There are no Americanos here to
pleasure."

our

That was
Quixote
aboard
the

last

February.

They

call

Bruce

at the English

Club now, and "Bob"
fleet.

whole
him.

American

Jackies

ashore whip off their caps and grin delightedly
at

sight

of

Naval regulations

were

powerless to prevent the mighty, full-throated

hurrah that went up the evening Bruce

first

came aboard to dine as a guest of the wardroom officers. The one thing Ethel Winston
was
said

said to have cried over

was the

beautiful

wedding
it

She was more than enough that he should
gift he sent her last September.

have given her a husband.

'A moment

of

odd

silence

and constraint.'

THE
SENATOR'S PLIGHT.

The day was hot, The question was on
had been

the debate even hotter.
the amendment, and the
floor.

gentleman from Jersey had the
strikes, riots

There
rail-

and demolition of

way

property.

The mobs had

sore smitten the

so-called "minions of the law," and, at last, re-

luctant civil officials
poll of the

had appealed for

aid.

A

mob would have

revealed few voters

of any persuasion other than that of the party

then in power.

Marshal and
to a

sheriff,

mayor

and chief of police were
political

man

of the same

complexion, and a stanch exponent of

party principles abode in the White House.

Yet

it

was they who asked and he who ordered
an end,
it

the regulars to the scene, and,

was

at

was

their

now that danger own associates in

172

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.

Congress assembled
regulars for going.

who were abusing

the

if

The gentleman from Jersey was vehement not convincing, and while making a stirring
"these heartless

appeal against

oppressors of

honest labor, these liveried hirelings of soulless

capitalists

and corporations, the menial

men-at-arms of plutocracy, miscalled the

Army

of the United States," he leveled his shafts

more
a

especially at the

name and

reputation of
officer

man
what
It

he had never seen
it

—the

whose

misfortune
in

was

to be ordered to do his duty

at the start, at least,

was an unpopular
strikers

cause.

must be admitted that the
of the papers

had

been "squeezed" by a corporation, and that

many

and most of the people
Public sympathy had

thought and said no.

been with the operatives and might have prevailed,

but for a certain impulsiveness that

prompted the bombarding of passengers and
passenger trains with brickbats, the conversion
of

some miles of

freight,

freight cars

and

houses into ashes, and the unfortunate slaying
of a few of the minions aforementioned.

The major commanding

the battalion of in-

THE SENATORS PLIGHT.
fantry sent to protect a

1

73

mammoth
several

manufacturwar, with

ing plant was a veteran of the a riot record

civil

covering

states.

He

reached the scene after a hot, dusty, trying

march, and reported, as his orders demanded,
to the

mayor, at a moment when the uproar

was

at its height

and the

lives of the officials

themselves were in jeopardy.

In the pres-

ence and hearing of scores of eager newspaper
•men, the

mayor

told the

major

to "fire

blank

cartridges at the

mob and

scare them,"

The

major said blank cartridges never scare a mob

and he

didn't bring

them on such

business.

Then

said the mayor, "Fire a volley over their

heads."

Then

replied the major,

"I

won't.

That would be
mile

killing innocent spectators

a

away and sparing
it.

scoundrels

who

richly

deserve

Don't

tell

me

these are working

men,

that gang.

They
cities.

are toughs and thugs

from half a dozen
the
if

way from

the station.

They stoned us all Now, Mr. Mayor,
so

you want these yards cleared say

and

leave the

method

to

me."

Instantly a dozen listeners slipped away, and
in

a moment more were mingling with the mob.
boys!"
"Slide,
fellers.

"It's all up,

These

174
ain't

THE SENATOR
no
tin soldiers."

S

PLIGHT.

"Look out, the regulars words passed from mouth, from man to man, and when the silent, sturdy column in blue and drab, covered with dust and sweat, swung sharp and sudden into line to the left, and the shod musket butts came
will

shoot!"

were

the

down with simultaneous
dred strong, the
little

thud, and, three hun-

battalion faced the jeer-

ing, yelling, taunting, cursing thousands, the

ring-leaders dove into the depths

and sneaked
tired,

out of harm's way.

Dusty and

stern

and
their

silent,

with dripping brows, the regulars

stood and glowered straight into the faces of

howling fellow

citizens, the

mob.

Little

by

little

the uproar hushed.

Officers

and men

those regulars looked so hot, yet were so awfully, preternaturally cool.

"The jig is The strike had
ally the

up,"

said

the

"labor leaders".

failed,

and then began the news-

paper abuse of the troops at the scene, especi-

major

in

command, concerning whom
There are times

there were journals that exhausted their stock

of calumny and vituperation.

when

truth

is

indeed crushed to earth and the

soldier finds neither friends nor mercy.

Among

the

constituents of the

Hon. Mr.

THE SENATOR

S

PLIGHT.

175

Lansing were hundreds of the operatives of
the great foundries and the railways.
his party

He

and

had

lost caste

among them
Another

because

of the coming of troops to stop the riot and
spoil the combination.

election

was
be

due

in

November and something had
it.

to

done

to restore his lost prestige.

Here was
After

the gentleman's chance and he took

scathing denunciation of capitalists in general,

and the great moguls of the railway
ticular,

in par-

he turned to the

Army

as the unscru-

pulous tool of the tyrant Gold, and with the
highly colored stories of the local papers as
his sole authority,

drew a picture of the bloody-

minded

ruffian in

command

of

the

regulars "be-

that fateful day.

"A

being," he said,

sotted with rum,"

(Two

papers did say the

major was drunk, though he hadn't had a drink in a month) "bloated beyond all semblance of honest manhood," (the major did look
red in the face) "bereft of the
last vestige
'officer

of

what we understand by the term
gentleman',

and

bereft of honor, decency and huto

manity, a creature

be shunned of honest
Sir,

men and

scorned by Christian women.
shrivel to the bone,

may my hand

my

tongue

:

I76
rot to
its

THE SENATORS PLIGHT.
roots ere ever I write the line or say

the

word

that shall even inferentially support

such utter misuse of the national arms, or sustain an official

who, disdaining the counsels
dared with bullying

of

the

civil

authority,

word and

brutal emphasis to threaten the lives

of honest and indignant laboring men, clamor-

ing only for justice

—an

officer

who

has dis-

graced the uniform of the United States and
dishonored that sacred emblem."
in thrilling peroration the

And

here

gentleman apostro-

phized the striped and starry folds festooned

above the head of the speaker pro

tern

and

took his seat amidst a ripple of speedily sub-

dued applause

in the galleries,

a yawn and

rustle of papers about the house,

and then, a

motion to adjourn.
the

Laughing and chatting
clattering

members came

down

the marble
pell-

corridors;

correspondents went rushing
;

mell with their "copy"
the committee

and the chairman of

on Public Moods and Morals,

accosting Mr. Lansing,

who was

chaffing the

champion of the

bill,

gravely said

"Lansing, did you happen to notice a mighty
pretty
little

girl that left the gallery just as


THE SENATOR
you
finished,

S

PLIGHT.

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77

with a gray-haired, fine-looking

man
"I

of fifty?"

saw

the girl, Jeffers,

didn't

happen to
with

notice the man.

Why?"
Jeffers,

"Oh, nothing much," answered
a whimsical grimmace,

"she happens to be

from

my

home, and the
the

man

is

her father

Major Harold, of

Army,

the gentleman

who
desk.

has 'disgraced the uniform and dishon-

ored the sacred emblem'

—over
Jeffers.

the speaker's
like

Thought maybe you'd
liked

to

meet

them."

Now, Lansing
liked the

They both
mili-

chairman of the committee on

tary affairs,

who knew beforehand
say,
to.

just

what
it

Lansing would probably

and just what

would
day,
if

all

amount

In the language of the

not of the House, the gentleman from

Jersey was only "talking through his hat."

knew

perfectly well the
it if

bill

would
It

pass.

He He

wouldn't stop

he could.

was

just

what
for

the country needed
tuents couldn't see
their benefit

—only some of
it.

his consti-

All that tirade

was

or blinding,

and there wasn't a

man on the floor of the House that didn't know it. Many of them, in one way or an-


17©
other,

THE SENATOR

S

PLIGHT.

might have to do -the same thing. That speech, together with three or four tremendat

ous tirades delivered

home made him

solid

again with the electors of the Twentieth District

and

in the fullness of time the

Hon. Mr.

Lansing had forgotten the whole

affair.

But not so the major.

When
war

a

man

has fought through such a

as that of the great Rebellion, and

won

the enthusiastic praise of soldiers such as Sher-

man, Sheridan and Thomas, as had the major
before he was twenty-three;

when

a

man

has

twice been nipped by Southern lead and has

followed up these
patient

trifles

with years of

tireless,

and

at times heroic service

on the In-

dian frontier

—he has

some

right to think he

deserves well of his country, and even of his

country's

Congress.

A

tiptop

soldier

was
by

Harold withal
to a fault

—modest,

gentle and courteous

his

among his men and entirely

kind, almost idolized
idolized

by

his family

a model husband and father in fact. Proud of his profession, and sensitive, he was a man who would go to the ends of the world to undo a wrong, and did we but still live unquite

der the code that held a gentleman responsible

THE SENATOR
for his word.s, to redress one.

S

PLIGHT.

179
far

would have gone almost as
Scrupulous to a
fault, it

was

told of

him that he had once ridden all the way from Cheyenne to the Chugwater to apologize
boy lieutenant of cavalry on learning that
lad's captain

to a
it

was the
his

and not the lad that

was responsible

for an affair that

had

called

down
head.
like

reprimand upon the boy's bewildered
soul of honor

The

and

justice,

he was

Thackeray's noble old Newcome, intolerif

ant of falsehood in any form, and furious

anyone took a
Visiting

liberty with him.

Washington

for the

first

time since

the sixties, bringing a beloved daughter to see

her mother's kindred a year after that beloved

mother's death, he had taken his child to hear
the debate on the
described.

Army

Bill,

with the result
to have

That evening they were
Jeffers's,

dined informally at the

but

when
there

that

honorable gentleman reached

home

was

a note by special messenger, regretting

—They
night.

had decided
Jeffers

to

leave Washington that

saw the
hallway

trouble in a

moment; drove
up
his card.

speedily to the Shorehan and sent

In

the

he

met

Foster,

lieutenant

colonel in the adjutant general's department,

I8b
a

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
he well knew.

man

"What's wrong with

Harold?" asked the member from Michigan.
"All broke up," said the
official.

War

Department

"I've been trying to
it,

derstand

but

it's

no

make him unLucky for use.
It

Lansing these are not the days of Jefferson and
Jackson he loves to
tell

about.

would be a

case of Bladensburg at sunrise or universal

contempt for him before sunset."

"Oh, pshaw, Foster
one of the best fellows

!

You know
in the

well
it

enough
!

Lansing didn't mean a

word of
world

He's

—when you
see,

come

to

know him."
I

"Oh, of course,

know,

but,

you

Har-

old has spent his whole life in the line,

where

men

say what they mean, not here where they

don't.

Harold thinks

he's disgraced,

disin-

honored

in the eyes of the

whole nation,

stead of being supported for doing his duty
like a
in the

man and
little

a soldier.
it

Why,

every paper

land will have
girl,

in the

morning.

As

for that

she'd be crying her eyes

out, only she's

doing her best to comfort him.

Go in and do what you can I'm Useless." And the colonel turned away with a shrug.
"Oh, come back, Foster," cried
Jeffers,

with

I

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
a grab at his arm.
old chap

l8l

"I've got to square the

a soldier

somehow, and you can help You're and I'm not. Why, Lansing's one

of the best friends I've got in the House, outside \>f politics.

We're always
floor,

sailing

into
if

each other on the

of course, but

I

wanted anything for Harold next minute, he'd canvass the whole capitol for me. Why, next
time he sees Harold
he'll tell

him

so

tell

him
see

he knows he's just one of the best soldiers and
squarest
if

men

in the

whole

service.

You

he don't."

"—And mean
dryly.

it

just as

much

as

what he
lot

said tQ-day, I presume," answered the colonel,

"That may comfort Harold a

don't think.
It

You go
old

in

I'll

wait."

was sornething

Jeffers never forgot

—the
his

picture of his

friend

as

he entered the
fhe
floor,

room.

Harpld was pacing
his

twitching hands behind his back, his deep-set
eyes glowing,
thin,

weather-beaten,

sol-

dierly face quivering with wrath

and sense of
sun

wrong, and

in spite of the tan of years in

and wind, gray almost as the gray moustache and hair. He whirled on. Jeffers, with challenge in his eye and voice like a sentry guard-

"

"

1

82

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
Florence, a
tall slip

ing an imperiled post.
a
girl, just fifteen,

of

was standing

at the table at

Jeffers's entrance, and stepped quickly to her

father's side, her fond eyes full of love

and

trust

and

trouble.

Harold turned and kissed
lips.
little

her with trembling

"Run

into

your own
he murJeffers."
habit,

room a moment,
mured.
"I

daughter,"

must speak with Mr.
silently,

She obeyed
but

for such

was her

with

infinite

reluctance.

Then Harold

turned on his friend.

"Of "course you heard "Of course I couldn't help hearing, Harold, old chap, and of course I saw Lansing at once. Why, you never saw a man so cut up! He
wouldn't have said
it

for the

world

if

he'd
it!

known you were
Lord
all

there.

He

don't

mean

love

you,

Harold!

Why we—we

say

sorts of things of each other, just that way.

It's all

for—for—
it

Well, just what
Jeffers

was

all

for according to

remained unsaid. The passion of wrath

in the soldier's face

amazed him.
this

"Don't go

away

feeling like that, Harold," he stammered.

"Just hold on a day or two

sort o'

blows over, and

— thing you mark what —
till

sort
I


THE SENATOR^ PLIGHT.
say

"

1

83

—Lansing
if

will

come

to

you more'n half

way, and
in

ever you want a blessed thing here

Washington, why, that

man
it

will just see

—he as much as me he would. He me— "Told you, did he? And you—whom have known we were boys—come me
that

you get

it,

and he can do

told

told

I

since

to

with such a message!"

And

the very table

on which he leaned shook with the violence of
the veteran's emotion.

Up

went the hand to

the length of his arm, as Harold quivered to
his full height

—he wasn't very big
I

"You

say to him for me, that

say he's one
all

of the two-faced curs I've been taught
life to despise,

my
for-

and

he's a

man

no,

God

bid I should insult the rest of our kind by call-

ing him one
cads

—that

he's

one of those sneaking

who would come

privately to a

man and
is

declare his friendship even while he

doing

everything in his power, secretly and publicly
to

damn

him.

You

say to him that he

may

thank God a gentleman has no longer a way to

wring apology from a blackguard, and that before
I

would be indebted
little,

to

him

for any favor,

big or

here or hereafter, I'd quit the

army

in disgust,

and

if

ever he dare offer

me

184

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
mine

his help or his hand, he'll get

—clinched

full in his

cowardly face!"
left

Two
see
it

hours later the ma-jor

Washington

and from that day
again.

to this has never cared to

Four years

later,

there or thereabouts, at

the head of a gallant regiment, a keen-eyed,

white-moustached colonel landed on the Cuban
coast,

and with the

flag

he was alleged to have

dishonored high waving in his sinewy hand,
led

the charge on a fire-spitting ridge and
The.

planted the colors on the Spanish works.
shoulderstrap, torn

away by one Mauser bullet (while a second bored through the arm beneath), was speedily replaced by another, the
silver leaf

by a

silver star.

Older, grayer as

to face and whiter as to hair, Harold was to
full the same highstrung, heroic soldier, brimming with energy, pluck and purpose. Life had been sore indeed for long months His morning after that Washington episode. after the riot, had been mail, just as for weeks

the

filled

with marked copies of certain papers and

with

many

a letter of abuse.

These had gone

into the wastebasket,

but the speech of the

Honorable Mr. Lansing, the new Champion of

the senator's plight.
Labor, so-called, had entered like seething
into his soul.
Jeffers,

185
fire

of course, had never

delivered

that

message.

The War Depart-

ment had declined

to listen to the Major's plea

for a court of inquiry, because, as said the

Honorable Secretary of War, Major Herald's
conduct on the occasion referred to had
re-

ceived the highest commendation of his superiors,

and he needed no other vindication.
officer

"An
a

cannot seek redress for words

uttered in debate," said the adjutant general,

warm

personal friend.

In

fact

there

was

nothing,

there

is

nothing

for

the

soldier,

wronged

either

by the

politician or the public

press but silent sufferance.

Harold had buried himself
his

in the duties of

profession in the far West, whither his

promotion to the lieutenant colonelcy took him
within a
officers

month of

that

memorable

visit,

and

and men who loved and honored him

heard no further mention of the matter from
his lips.
It

was something of which he simply
Florence in the course of

could not speak.

four years came back to him from school, "for

good," as she happily

said,

and young fellows

186

the senator's plight.
were looking and wooing
all

in the regiment in vain

when

the Spanish
sufficed

Three months

war broke out. to mend him of

his

Santiago wound, and then, leaving his beloved

daughter with army friends at the Presidio,
Harold,

now

a brigadier-general, with two gal-

lant boys in the line,

one a subaltern

in his

own

brigade, took the field in front of Manila,
into the thick of the stirring

and entered

cam-

paign of '99 to win new laurels in Luzon.

One
rails

blistering

morning

in

May when

the
to

of the

Dagupan road seemed ready
sunshine,

curl in the scorching

MacArthur's

stanch division

was deployed

for attack, while

on the far right flank a picked regiment was
sent in to find the insurgent left
it.

and double
stream,

With

these,

wading a muddy
and

waist deep, went the brigadier, and then, some-

where
with a
timber.

in the thickets

close to the railway,

the advance ran slap upon a concealed force,
stiff little

blockhouse at the edge of the

The
sharp

fierce volley that

greeted them in the

staccato

of

the

Mausers would have

been more than

sufficient to drive untried

men

to instant cover,

and Harold for just a mo-

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
'

187

ment

felt

a thrill of anxiety as to the result.

Spurring eagerly forward, urging on the supports, he burst

through the intervening tangle
half expecting to find his skir-

of brush and bypath and out upon the open
field,

more than

mishers flattened in the
rels,

mud
for

like

hunted squirThis in

or skimming

back

cover.

full

view of half the division on the southern
in the world.

bank would never do
glance over the
ricefield
flat,

One

quick

rain-soaked,

abandoned

sent the blood leaping through his
soldier joy

veins,

and

and delight

to his flash-

ing eyes.

Recoiling?

Not a
half

bit of it!

With
chal-

instant cheer the line
lenge,

had answered the
a

and,

though

dozen lads lay

stretched

among
young

the dikes, following the lead
officer,

of a lithe

conspicuous in his trim

suit of khaki, the

rushing rank of blue shirts

had dashed straight for the opposite timber and centered on the blockhouse.
Bring up the supports, quick now !" shouted
the general to an aide-de-camp.

"Come

on,

everybody!" and with one

staff officer

and a

brace of orderlies at his back and the swift on-

coming dash of the deploying squads bursting through the brake behind him, away he spurred

IOjS

THE SENATOR

S

PLIGHT.

toward the point of the timber where the Filipino colors were floating over the fire-spitting
tower, and
his

was up among the very leaders
in

as

men drove

with gleaming bayonets,

straight to the teeth of the foe.
that,

Risky work
that carried

dare-devil work, but

work
it.

•terror

and conviction with
are
these,"

"What manner
Tagal
prisoners,

of

men

said

"whom
at the

shooting cannot stop?

Spaniards they

lie

When we fire down. When we
at

shoot at Americanos you
us. It is

jump up and run

not fair."

"What

queer notions of the

combat have these Yankees, whose colonels leave their regiments behind them and ride up
into our trenches

and shoot us with

pistols, as

does this Seflor Coronel Bell, or swim rivers

naked or crawl bridge timbers on
does
this.

his belly as
It
is

Coronpl Chiquito

not the practice of the

—Funston! grandee—

the Casfilian.

What means
ers?
It is

it

that a General should

come

charging trenches with a squad of skirmishbeneath the dignity of such high

office," saith the
it is

Spanish taught native.
little

But

woefully demoralizing to the

brown

men.

With

barely a bakers' dozen from the right


THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
of the
lars
line,
1

89

that

tall

young
the

lieutenant of regu-

has darted
the

into

block-house
while
their

and
the

pistoled
others,

foremost

defenders,

amazed and overawed, drop
floor.

guns

and crouch to the

Down

comes the ban-

ner of the blazing sUn and up goes a cheer for
the General riding joyously over to say a

word
that

of praise to the gallant fellow, who,
his

now

work

is

done, stands panting at the doorside,

way, one hand pressed to his

and dumbly

asks an anxious-eyed sergeant for water.
faint flush rises

A

one instant
of

to his paling cheek,

as he hears the voice

the

brigade com-

mander

:

"•Magnificently done, sir!"

stant concern

— "Why, my
nod

Then, with
you're hit."

in-

lad,

A

half smile, a

as the

brown gauntlet
together,
is

reaches the brim of the campaign hat in effort
to salute.

Then hat and head drop
give

the knees

way, and the brave boy

caught by strong, supporting arms and lowered senseless to the ground.
off his

pony

in a second.

The General is The reserves are

rushing by in pursuit of the scattering foe. "Call Dr. Forney here," he cries, as he kneels

an instant at the side of the stricken

officer.

:

I9O

THE SENATOR

S

PLIGHT.

"There's nothing on earth too good for this

Gray ?" and he glances up at A queer look comes inhis adjutant general. to the captain's face, and a half falter marks
lad.
is

Who

he,

the answering words

"Mr. Lansing,

sir,

tl?

Infantry."

There
in

is

a brilliant scene a
cities.

few months

later

one of the great lake

A

social crush

has resulted from the
the nation, and
fair

visit of

a sailor hero of

women and
to
all,

brave

men

have thronged to greet him.
dial as is his

Glad and corthe Admiral has

manner

hailed with especial joy a thin-faced, soldierly

looking veteran whose snowy hair and white

moustache are

in as

marked contrast with the
is

tan of his complexion as

his simple

evening

dress with the glittering uniforms about him.

But even the button of the Loyal Legion
his lapel is not
dier.

at

needed to stamp him as a

sol-

To many men and women his name and fame are well known, and many a word
of welcome has greeted
girl

him and the

beautiful

who

clings so proudly, yet almost protect-

ingly, at his side, for serious illness has fol-

lowed on the heels of a severe campaign under

THE SENATOR
tropic skies,

S

PLIGHT.

191

and the General so warmly hailed by the guest of honor is but slowly recuperatin

ing

his native land.

Quite a crowd surlittle

rounds them both and the

group of

fair

women who

are

"receiving",

when, toward

eleven o'clock, in the procession of arrivals,

there appears a
for

tall,

distinguished looking

man

whom

the floor committee seem anxious to

clear the

pathway

—a personage whom, a mocries.

ment ward
ous!

later,

the Admiral spies and steps for-

in hearty sailor fashion to greet.

"Why,
I

Senator," he

"This

is

glori-

had no idea you were here!"
in the

"Admiral," responds the new comer,
resonant tones of one to

ing

is

an every day
here.
I

affair.

whom public speak"I am here because
sir,

you are
in

heard,
I

of this reception

your honor, as

was on

my way

to a con-

ference in Chicago, and I stopped over pur-

posely to join in the demonstration in your

honor," and as he shakes the Admiral's hand

the senator glances benignly round about him
that
all

these his fellow citizens of a

Western

metropolis

may view

the lineaments and realize

the presence of a statesman from the Atlantic
seaboard.

•192

THE SENATOR^ PLIGHT.
so very
all

"So good of you;
the sailor, to
friends.

good!" responds
you're here.

whom

countrymen seem as
I

"By Jove! I'm glad
to
in

want you
history
cries,

meet one of the men
Luzon.
his

who made
he

General!
soldier

General!"

summoning

comrade from
of

the midst of a bevy of purring, sympathetic
folk, "General, I

want you

to

know one

my

particular friends.

Senator Lansing

—General
on every
I

Harold."
"General Harold," says the statesman, in

prompt,
ear,

full

voweled words that

tell

"This

is

indeed a delightful surprise.
sir,

rejoice in this opportunity,
soldier

of meeting a

whose career we have

all

watched with
I

such pride, and especially,

sir,

do

desire to

thank you thus
son

publicly for your tribute to
sir,

my
as
that

—a brave
sir, is

boy,

though

J

do say

it,

indeed you have,
boy,

so

handsomely

—and

well-nigh worships you."
instant

There

murmur and

ripple of ap-

plause in the surrounding throng.

Then, a

moment

of odd silence and constraint.

The

cordially extended hand remains extended yet

unclasped.
eral

The

thin face of the accosted Genhis thick

has gone well-nigh as white as


THE SENATOR
moustache.
S

PLIGHT.

I93
are gaz-

His

steely, deep-set eyes

ing straight into the broad, beaming features
of the magniloquent statesman, but every musfor an instant seems to be twitching as from some strange, uncontrollable emotion.
cle

The

thin,

white fingers are working convulchest rises

sively.

The deep

and

falls.
tall,

With
lovely

a half smothered word of alarm, a
girl

has sprung to his side and placed a hand
father's

on the

arm.

At which,
General
takes

as

though
the out-

conquering some physical pain only by intense
effort

of

will,

the

stretched
clasp,
ibly,

hand one instant
it,

in a cold,

nervous

then drops

and

coldly, almost inaud-

he

replies

:

"Good evening,
ing
is

sir.

Yes; Lieutenant Lans-

a most gallant

officer.

Florence

oh,

yes,

you're

here."

Now, excuse me. Then he

bows, and, with her hand on his arm, turns
abruptly away.

"The General
"His wound
reflectively

still

suffers

from

his

wound,"

says the Admiral evidently disturbed.

—yes—
closed.

I see,"

says the Senator

rubbing his chin.

And

as the diplomats say, for the time being
is

the incident

194

the senator's plight.

But, before taking train on the morrow, the

Senator receives a
before, yet
lies

letter in

a hand he never saw

knows

at a glance.

On

the table

another

letter just received

from

his gallant

boy, once again, after a few months' leave un-

der surgeon's certificate, under orders to join
his regiment in the Philippines.

This

letter

ran:

"Dear Old Dad Yours to the mater came Lakewood has done her a power last night.
of

good and I'm sound as ever

in lung

and

limb, but I've lost one- thing that she

found

out four weeks ago and you've got to be told
of now.
sidio a

You know

I

was

laid

up

at the Pre-

month before they would

let

me come

on East.

You know how
to

kind the army wo-

men were
what
eral
I

your banged-up son.

You know
hero Gen-

think of old Blue Blood,
bless

my

—God
lucky

him

for the bravest, squarest,

truest, tenderest-hearted old soldier that ever

fought.

You
I

don't
to

how

was

know how surprised and find among the girls at the

Presidio a certain Miss Florence Harold, for

he never spoke of her to me, even when he

came
she's

to say

good-bye and good

luck.

But
to

home now, and he

—and

I

want vou

THE SENATOR
see

S

PLIGHT.
run,

I95

him on your Westward

meet him,

know him and
for,

—help
all

me

all

you know how,

Dad, with

my

soul I love his daughter.
affectionately,

Yours ever

"Richard K. Lansing."

And now,
from

full

of thought over this letter

his only son, the senator turns ruefully

to the other, which he feels must be from the
"squarest, truest, tenderest-hearted old,"
etc.
etc.,

He knew

it

before he had seen more than

the mere superscription.

"Sir:
Five years ago this month you did

me

the

honor on the
proclaim

floor of the

House

to publicly

me

a disgrace to

my

cloth

—a

crea-

ture to be shunned of honest

men and

scorned

by Christian women, and a being bereft of the last vestige of what is understood by the term
officer

and gentleman.

"Last night in a crowded assemblage, with

fulsome words, you almost as publicly tendered

your hand.

It

would have served you right
it,

had
too

I

then and there refused
so

but the

man

you had

wronged and outraged was

at least

much

of a gentleman to permit himself to

I96

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.

humiliate you at such a time and in such a
presence.

"This

is

to notify you,
wilj.

however, that your
overlooked.

affrontery

never

again be
will
I

Under no circumstances
receive

recognize or

you again.

Thomas Harold."
"Good Lord!" says Lansing;
forgotten
it

"I'd

almost
life

entirely,

and

now my
in

boy's

and happiness are bound up
daughter."

this

man's

And

so,

a

month

later,

when
it is

gallant

Dick

Lansing goes back to Manila

with a sorely

wounded heart and Florence Harold's "No". This, too, when he had good grounds for
buoyant hope.

The winter

is

gone, the spring has come,

May

with sunshine and blossoms and balmy

breezes brings

eran soldier,

new life to. the veins of the vetnow honorably retired from acletters

tive service, yet living his soldier life again in

the

glowing

of his boys,

both

now

fighting in the far Philippines.

He
have

could be

happy as he

is

proud,

but

for

one thing.
returned

While

health

and

strength

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
to

I97
to
his
dis-

him

and

honors

have

come

soldier sons,
tress, that,

he has

seen,

with growing

brave and bright as she ever seemed

in the long hours of the restful days they spent

together in the South, his precious child has

been

visibly

drooping.

Twice he has
left

sur-

prised her in tears.

Between them before he

Detroit there

had been one memorable
ject

talk

upon the suband even

on which for

at least four years,

to her, his lips has been sealed.

That hapless
all

meeting with his defamer had rekindled
the
old

wrath,

reopened

the

old

galling

wounds, and her fond caresses could nbt banish
either.

All that night he had paced the floor. All the love and loyalty

He
to

could not sleep.

and devotion

in her fond, pure heart

went out

him

in

sympathy and support, even though

was thinking of a never-to-be-forgotten night/ an August evening at the Golden
she, too,

Gate

—the

last

evening Dick Lansing spent at
his start for

San Francisco before
had been
frank, full

home. There

avowal on
hers,

his part.

There

had been no promise on
her father
if

for she

knew

not

his,

and while she could not
painful episode

—would not—

tell

him of the

!

I98
that

THE SENATOR'S PLIGHT.
might
still

bear

so

heavily

upon

their

hopes

—she

well

knew her very manner had

given him cause to hope
constrained
letter,

—and

that her cold,

written at her father's bed-

side during the relapse that followed his meet-

ing with the senator, must have cut him to the
quick and

made him

think her heartless.

But

here, with this

wronged, wifeless old soldier

lay her duty

now, and no earthly consideration

should take her from him.

But

oh, the pity of

it

A

brilliant

May
the

day was ushered
blistering

in,

the an-

niversary of

morning of the
his,

Santa Rita, and with her slender hand in

the general sat blinking out over the sparkling

waters of the Tappan Zee, as the day boat bore them up the Hudson, bound for a brief
visit

to

his

beloved

shrine,

the Point.

A

young officer of the corps of instructors at the Academy, recognizing him, had found chairs for both upon the crowded deck, and then with
deep intuition for one of his years, had
left

them

to each other, for here

was a

clear case,

said he, of

the beauty of that girl's face

"Dad and Daughter Spoons." But was a thing that drew many a glance from his appreciative

THE SENATOR
eyes,

S

PLIGHT.

199

and

off

Croton Point he ventured to acin hand, sympathetic in-

cost them,

newspaper

terest in his

young

face.

"Hard luck your old friends of the th had yesterday, General They were with you last year, as I remember."
!

"Hard

luck!

How?

I

hadn't

seen

or

heard," and with anxious eyes the old soldier

turned upon the subaltern.

"Up
boo,"
killed

against too big a gang in thick bamwas the answer. "Quite a number and wounded and they've finished poor

Dick Lansing
ing came too

this time."

"O my God!"

cried

Harold.

But warn-

late.

Florence was hanging

limp and senseless over the arm of the chair.
s|s
s{!

^c

:[c

s[£

^:

3fc

if:

jjs

^s

sf:

Four

weeks

later,

steamed away for

when the Hancock Manila, among the names relist

corded on her limited passenger

were those

of General Harold, U. S. A., and daughter.

The

full

story of that

stiff

brush in the jungle

had been long

in coming.

Swamp and

thicket

had delayed what was
assault

to have been a simulta-

neous flank attack, and the dash of the direct

was met by withering

fire

from

in-

20D

THE SENATOR
They did

S

PLIGHT.

visible foes.

their best,

poor

lads,

but were driven back with cruel
their gallant leader

loss,

leaving

and perhaps half a dozen
the hands of the Tagals.

other

wounded

in

Instantly another

and stronger column was
loss,

rushed out to repair the

and

after long

pursuit and almost incredible exertion, they re-

captured the prisoners, with Lansing

still

alive,

but very low.

On

the heels of this

news came

the report that Lieutenant Bell Harold was

down with
the
first

typhoid, and a white faced veteran

wired from' West Point for permission to take
transport,

and before Florence was

well enough to start on so long a journey a

card was brought to the shaded room wherein

she

lay,

and Harold's voice trembled as he

said, "I will see

him

here."

They showed him

in,

and for a moment the

new
ness.

comer's eyes were baffled by the dark-

He

stepped at once, however, to the solsilently risen.

dier

who had

No hand was
and

extended.
head.

Lansing

stood

bowed

his

"I have come," said he, "to say that which
I

should have said years ago.

I

wronged you
dear
girl,

utterly.

For the sake of

this

for

!

THE SENATOR
the sake of

S

PLIGHT.
all

201
can't

—my dying boy—my —
man?"

yon

forgive a broken-hearted

***********
off

There have been some rapturous meetings

on shipboard
green,

the

mouth of
but

that grass-

flooding

Passig,

this

this

was

something which a veteran mariner, long used
to the

language of the bridge and the

fo'cs'le,

declared "just blew

me

off

soundings."

From
later,

the day they left the Farallones to that of
casting anchor off Manila, a full

moon

no word as to lOved ones lingering between
But an aid came scrambling of the aboard with glad tidings for Harold before the chains ceased clanging through the hawse pipes. His soldier boy was rapidly convalescing at the Second Reserve, and, as for Dick There is a pretty room well forward on the
life

and death had reached them.

commanding

general

Hancock, opening into the captain's sanctum

on the upper deck.
butted
icebergs

In old days .when, as an

Atlantic greyhound, she bore the record and

between

Sandy
called
it it

Hook and
the Ladies
for the

Queenstown Lights, they
Boudoir.

In '98 they refitted
officer

compor-

manding

of the troops aboard.

A

202
tiere

THE SENATOR

S

PLIGHT.
at the en-

hanging from a brazen rod

trance,

swung

loosely in the breeze,

and be-

hind that pendant screen this gorgeous
evening, just as the sun
the. grim barrier of the

summer

was dipping behind
westward mountains,

a bluff old skipper was taking a parting sip of

champagne with the

glad-eyed

soldier

for

whose convenience the white launch of the

commanding general was already cleaving a way through the sparkling waters. With
them, in cool white raiment, a fragile hand

upon her sturdy
girl

father's arm, stood the fair

whose devotion

to that anxious veteran,

despite her

own

deep dread, had

won

the honfull

est sailor's enthusiastic

admiration to the
beauty.

as

much

as

had her

delicate

With

raised glass he

looking at her
the

was talking to the General and when suddenly, in the midst of joyous chatter on deck there was heard
to

the unaccustomed sound of a crutch and a hail
of

welcome
breath,

some unseen "Dick"; whereat
all

Miss Harold seemed suddenly to lose

color

all

all

sense of

what her nautical adlater,

mirer was saying; and when, an instant

there came a tap at the open door and a thin white hand at the curtain's edge, the lady as


THE SENATOR
S

PLIGHT.
stifled,

2O3
yet

suddenly spun about, with a half
intense cry
father's

of

joy intolerable,

dropped her
clasped by
still

arm and was caught and

two

others that held her close

closer

in

spite of falling crutch

and

failing leg.

Then
scribed

inarticulate

words and sobs and
be
really imitated

other sounds that were never adequately de-

and never

can

warned the wondering mariner that a listener was lost, though a cause was won. One instant he gazed in semi-stupefaction, then drew
the General forward into his

own

little

den, and

another curtain

fell

upon the

scene.

1

Permit

me

to restore

missing property."

THE LUCK OF
The Limited had stopped
to change engines.

TflE

HORSESHOE.
just long

enough

Mr. Warren, the occupant of compartment Number Three, had
stepped out to stretch his legs and was interested
to.

see a very pretty girl

board

his car,

followed by a youth burdened with a military overcoat and her hand luggage.
ren's legs

Mr. Warshort.

were long and the stop was

In three minutes more the train was whistling
through, the suburbs and speeding
the night.

the

away into The mountains were just ahead, dining car just behind. Warren stepped
moment, found every
table occugirl.

therein oiae

pied and decided to wait for the pretty

Most of
Subbpia,

his fellow passengers of the palatial

were gone, presumably to dinner,
scrolled

when he

back to his

seat.

Two

three

compartments that had been inhabited as he

went out were npw, vacant

as he caine

iiJ>

but

206
his

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
he
left
it,

own that was vacant when now inhabited. The door was
until just as

was

closed, yet not

he neared
of,

it

closed obviously at
of,

the

moment

and possibly because

his

coming.

He

caught a glimpse of a slender,

daintily gloved hand, the

hand of a

girl.

What

on earth was

it

doing there?

To
at the

be insured aganist error he glanced up

number on the

glistening
all

little

plate

above the door.
doubt.

Three beyond

shadow of
the
in

He
who

ventured to turn the knob and the

door was bolted within.
porter
for his part

Then he sought

had sought a friend

the Alberta just ahead, and the porter
puzzled.

was

"/ ain't put any lady in there,

sir," said he.

"The young lady
'Toona she belongs
I'll

that
in the

just

got

aboard at

drawingroom.

But

go and see

if

you

like, sir."

They went together and Number Three's door was wide open. Number Three was empty. Everything was as he left it, yet he
could have sworn to
the
facts

above

stated.
if

Then he sauntered back
sible, at

to steal a peep,

pos-

the hand of the

longed in the

young lady who bedrawingroom and got it, despite

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
the fact «that
its

20J

door
it

seemed closed as he
opened

neared

it.

This time

—opened

obvi-

ously at the
his

moment and
a
girl,

possibly because of

coming

—and

slender,

daintily-gloved

hand, the hand of a

beckoned to him, and

a silvery voice said, "Ned, come here, quick!"

And Ned

being his

name and

action his nature

he obeyed, entered and found a pretty form,
back toward him now, bending over a handbag.

"Where on
"did you put

earth," said the silvery voice,

my
seat.
if

portemonnaie ?"

And

all

manner of

trifles

but the purse came flying

out upon the

"Nowhere,

I

may hazard
with
if

the statement,"
courtesy, yet

said Mr. Warren,

grave

with certain assurance,
his tone.

not reassurance, in

Instantly and anything but placidly,

the lady whirled about and a pair of the biggest, bluest eyes in

Pennsylvania stared at him

astonished.

"I

I

beg pardon." said

she, "I

I called

Ned."
"I beg your pardon," said he, "that's

why

I

came.

I'm called Ned."
she began, with

"I — m— mean my brother,"

returning composure and dignity.

20S

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
to

"And I'm mean enough
symptom of an unrequitted
have
lost

rejoice

that,

though Ned, I'm not brother," said
smile.

he, with a

"But you

your purse and Ned.

Let

me

help

you

find

them

—Ned
this

first

in relative order of

importance.

Porter,

where's

the

gentleman

who came with
"Got right
something.

lady?"
sir;

off again,

said he forgot

him he hadn't time." "Why, the gateman said there was plenty,"
I tole

cried the damsel,

in

deep distress.
to see

"It

was

only a
ute."

friend he

wanted

just a min-

"He may have
the
porter,
find

caught the rear car," said
"I'll

sympathetically.

run back

and

out"

"If he hasn't we'll get a wire from

him

somewhere, and meantime please don't worry.
I can't

replace him," said
I

Warren,

"but, per-

mit me,

can the purse."
tickets,
it,

"But

my

baggage checks,
it's

every-

thing were in

and

gone," cried the lady,
"all

tears starting to the beautiful eyes,

be-

cause that stupid boy would run back to speak
to a girl."

"They do make a

lot

of trouble," said Mr.

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
Warren,
reflectively.

2CHJ

"Yet we must have
lips

them," and Mr. Warren's sensitive

were

twitching under his sweeping moustache.

He

was getting too much fun out of the
to suit her.

situation

"Boys, you mean," said she.
"Girls
I

meant," said

he, a quizzical smile
face,

beginning to dawn upon his
not actual worry in hers.

a smile that

instantly vanished at sight of the vexation if

"Forgive me.

I

am
he

almost old enough to be your father," said
just turned thirty-five

—He had

—"The por-

ter will find
will,

your brother, if not, the next train and meantime remember that you are

neither purse

—nor Ned—

less."

The Limited was squirming up the Alleghenies now, two monster engines panting in
the lead.

The Sublima was
hand

careening a bit to

the right, as they rounded a sharp curve and

the

slender

instinctively

reached

for

something.
port.

Warren tendered an arm

in sup-

"These curves are sharp and sudden and numerous," said he. "We are coming to the
Horseshoe.
It

will

bring you luck

—Horse-

shoes always do,

you know."

2IO

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
if

"Only
said she.

you pick therh up on the road,"

"Well, didn't you pick? the porter!

—no!

Oh,

here's

Well, porter?"

"Gen'lm'n didn't get aboard, suh.

Waiter

on dining
run just
hind.
isn't it?"

car said he

saw somebody make a

as

we

pulled out, but he

was way

be-

S'cuse

me.

This

is

Miss Brinton,

"Yes," answered Blue Eyes, hopefully.

"Yeas-sum.

Conductor got a wire saying
for

drawing room was held
else

you

—everything

was

taken.

The Lieutenant has upper

one.

Best

we

could do for him."

"Is the, missing

Edward an

officer as well as

otherwise in bonds?"
sympathetically.

queried

Mr. Warren,

"He's

only

just

beginning," pouted Miss

Brinton, "and going

West

to his first station,
left

and was
already

to leave

—and
girl
it

so

me at am I."
is

Chicago, but he's

School
able

slang

unaccountably pardonlips.

when

falls

from pretty

The

gentle-

man

old enough to be her father wished he

might hear more.

"We

have sorrows

in

common,"

said he,

THE LUCK OF f HE HORSESHOE.
whimsically.
"I,

211

too,

have a West

Point

brother-in-arms.

'Brother at once and son.'

Mine's infantry in every sense of the word.

And

yours?"
replied

'"Tillery," "promptly

Miss Brinton,

with proper pride in the superiority of her
corps colors and total suppression of the
syllable.
first

"What

is

your brother's name? Per-

haps I've met him."

"Warren, F. F.
the

—which, I'm
files

told,

means

at

Point 'four

from
cried

foot,'

otherwise

Toots."

"Tootsie Warren"
lightedly.

Miss Brinton de-

"Why
he's

I

know him

well

!

You

don't

mean

your brother?"

"I plead guilty," said the

man

of thirty-five.
I

"And no one mourns Toots. He loves me
me, Miss Brinton,
is

it

more than

—except
Tell

like

a stepfather.

Toots ever going to

amount to anything?"
"Toots?
Oh, why, Toots dances
well,

and

draws

nicely."

"Draws,"

said

Mr.

Warren,

reflectively.

"Yes, he draws remarkably.

He

drew

five

hundred the eve of
week's
expenses
in

sailing for Manila,

San

Francisco

— —and

oneI

212

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
if

fancy he must dance fairly well
fiddler at that rate.
is

he pays the
about Toots

What

I like
lie.

that he absolutely can't
in

It

would ruin

him

my

business."

"Politics?" guessed Miss Brinion, in flatter-

ing interest.

"Pork,"

answered Warren,

sententiously,
I

"and that reminds me.
for a suggestion?

May

be pardoned

We'll soon hear from the Meantime you ought to be hungry. I, at least, am hungry as a bear. Now, I'll be Ned, you be Toots and the waiter shall
lieutenant.
bless

our compact before

we

lose the Horse-

shoe."

She hesitated
minutes
later at

—looked
a
little

down

—then

up

into

his smiling eyes,

and presently they went. Ten
tete-a-tete table

he was

making her forget her worriment
about

in telling

Toots

and

Ned and Ned's Altoona
her at the Point,
it

sweetheart.

Ned had met

seems; had been corresponding with her ever
since,

had coaxed his
one day on

sister to stop

over with

him
papa

just

their his

that she

might see

westward journey charmer and satisfy

—mother they now had none, —and papa
at Chicago.

was to meet them

What would

"

I

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE
he say to Ned ?
her?

2I3

When

could a telegram reach
the ease of

Warren equivocated with

one long bred to the Board of Trade.

He

knew they made no

stop until they rolled into

Pittsburgh at nine o'clock, and with shameless

tongue he told her "the very next station,"
rightly

reasoning

that

almost

any answer

would do

until after dinner.

Then
left,

their

running restaurant leaned to the

and, glancing out, he saw unfolding in

their curving

wake

the arc of twinkling lights

across

some

deep, black gorge,
electrics of

and then the
al-

white gleaming
gliding

a passenger train

down

the opposite mountain side,

most
see

parallel

with their present course.

"It's

the Horeshoe Curve," said he.
it,

"Look out and
his

and

let

us wish

Ned and

Nanette

real horseshoe luck."

"And
to

Toots, too," she said, beaming up ingenial,

his
I

animated
if I

face.

"Oh,

what
for

would

have done
in

hadn't

Ned!" mean
edly.

— Then

sudden

confusion

—taken — you —

"I

"Never mind," laughed Warren, delight"You've taken me for Ned, which I am.
never wish

May you

me

anything

less."


214

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
so,

And

joyously, the early winter evening

sped away.

The

loss of a brother is

soon for-

gotten in the finding of a friend.

They

lin-

gered in the

brightly

lighted car,

shooting

down

the westward slope of the Alleghenies

and following the windings of the Conemaugh,
foaming
far beneath them.

She

told

him of

her school days, barely over, and her
Illinois,

home

in

and of papa, a magnate

in the business

world well known to him.
being nineteen,

She confessed

to

and

then,

as the conductor
brief conference
in the event

came through, Warren had
with that
of
official,

assuming charge
instructions

no

telegraphic

from

"The
finlittle

•Road," inspired by the belated Ned, and
ally they

went back

to

the

Sublima

a,

while before the Limited brought up standing
at Pittsburg,
life

and never had there been

in his

a shorter evening.

telegraph messenger
patches, and, as

Then and there the came aboard with desWarren prophesied, there was
Father will meet you.

one from Brother Ned.

"Go right Coming next
wire."

ahead.
train.

Conductor instructed by

"Go

right ahead!

The

idea!

How

can

I,

5

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
without money or

21

anything?

That stupid
He's just glad

boy's so desperately in love.

to be left with Nanette another day,

—and my

purse in his pocket

all

the time

!"

"Sure about that?" queried Warren, who

had
in

sisters of his

own.
I

"Sure?
it

Of

course

am!

I

meant to put

my

bag, but

Ned

never thought to hand

it

back."

"And
looked

you're sure you never had it? You've

—pardon

me

in

the

other

compart-

ments

?"

"What

other compartment?

Why,

this

is

the only one I've been in."

"Then you weren't
ber Three?"
"I
?

for a

moment

in

Num-

Not a

bit of

it.

I

ran out in the vestiNanette.

bule to get a peep at

Ned and

Why

do you ask ?"

"H'm,"
imagined

said

Warren,

reflectively,

thinking

of the dainty hand at the door.
it."

"I probably

"Now,
or this

either

Master Ned meant to get
is

Left

little

woman
been

egregiousjy mistaken,"
later.

mused
ingroom

that

gentleman,

The drawfor

had

made

ready

the


2l6

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
lady's

young

occupancy for the night, and

Warren, after begging permission to take her to breakfast in the morning, had discreetly
wished her pleasant dreams and wandered
to his
off

own compartment.

Altoona

officials

had

verified

Lieutenant Ned's

tickets

and

wired the necessary instructions.
settled

That being

of

Warren had curled himself in a corner Number Three and given himself up to
There was
something odd
about
matter that he could not fathom.
other
stylish

thought.
this

There

were, to be sure,

feminines aboard

There was a very
years,

woman

of uncertain
in

slender

and presentable,

Number
in to dinfifty,

Five, for instance.

She had come

ner with her husband, a

man

turned

but

they kept to themselves.

Their compartment

was closed when he and Miss Brinton returned from the "diner", and, as he thought it all
over, something possessed

the corridor.

him to look out into Compartment Five was closed
in traveling suit

now, yet a
trying
the

tall

man

was gently

door.

At
left

sight

of

Warren he

calmly sauntered away.

The Ohio was

behind.

The Limited

was breasting the grades across the Beaver.

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
The

2.\J

porter came round to know if Mr. Warren would have his berth made down (or up).

Warren

said "presently", opened his

bag for

a book and caught sight of something stuffed
into the crevice

between the back and the seat
It

—a
soft

lady's portmonnaie.

was of

sealskin,

and

fine,

edged and bound with

silver

and

embellished with the letters L. Y. B.

—Laura
little-

V. Brinton beyond a doubt.

And
in

yet she had declared she had set foot

no compartment but her own.
!

The
her,

prevaricator
It

was too

late

to

disturb

Warren
It

slipped the portemonnaie into a breast pocket

and went for a cigar and a

sip of Stout.

would hardly do
the porter.

to
too,

mention the discovery to

He,

had heard Miss Brinton's

positive statement that she

had entered no com-

partment but her own.

Under

the circumtell

stances he couldn't bring himself to

any-

body.

It

was
-

after eleven
tall

when he returned

and there was that
the

again, hovering about
tall

man in traveling suit Number Five, and again
With
"I'll

man

strolled

away.

the portepil-

monnaie
low,

in a waistcoat pocket

under his
give
it

Warren went

to sleep.

to her

8

21

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
when nobody's looking," said He hated somehow to think how confused
tell

after breakfast
he.

she would be, even though he need not

her

where he found

it.

They were
though
still

in Chicago,

with breakfast over,

half an hour

from the

station be-

fore opportunity served.
since

He

had been awake

dawn

—a

vexed

spirit.

He

had vastly
thrown by
years had
of his

admired that

blithe, beautiful girl,

chance across his way.

His

life for

been hard and practical.
father,

The death

bankrupt after a squeeze to the Chicago
left

market, had

him when a boy of eighteen
sislittle

with the care of his mother, .two younger
ters

and curly-haired, merry

Toots, a mis-

chief loving urchin of three.

Valiantly had

Ned Warren

buried every personal hope and

ambition and sturdily had he gone to work to

keep a roof over their heads and the wolf from
the door.
himself.

Never had he
Life was
self-denial
all

let

himself think of
Toil,

duty.

frugality

and stern

had borne

their fruit,

and

at thirty-five,
all

home and comforts and
the

fortune

had been earned for those the father had
hands of the eldest son.
well

left helpless in

]3oth girls

were now

married

and the

a

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
mother
still

219

lived to enjoy the

handsome house
last

he gave her.

Toots had at

achieved his

darling ambition, and after five years of close

shaves

and

through the

had

life

alone,

escapes had wriggled exams at the Point. All had smoothed and blessed for them. He
final

narrow

the benefactor

—was

lonely.

And

as the Limited climbed

and pierced and
just

then coasted

down

the Alleghenies through the

early hours of the
by,

December night

gone
well-

and he had

sat there in the

warm,

lighted, cosey dining car, with fresh flowers

overhanging the dainty crystal and china and

snow white napery, with
dream
habit,

that fresh, fair, smilhis,

ing face beaming so trustfully up into

a

so long forbidden that, through force of
it

had well nigh ceased
spirit

to live,

now

stole

over his

and would not

sleep

again.

Stern slave of the lamp that he had been, he
shut-out every thought of love and

home

life

of his own, but that face, that merry laugh,
that sweet, low, musical voice had spurred his

dormant nature

to instant

and vehement

life.

He

so loved

what was

gentle, refined, beauti-

ful in

woman.

He

so craved a heartmate,

home

—of

his own.

He

so rejoiced in every-

220

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.

thing she did and looked and said
except just one

—everything
had so

just

one.

He who

whimsically spoken of Toot's blunt propensity
for truth as being disastrous to trade

was yet

a man to whom a lie was a thing abhorrent. And she had wilfully, unnecessarily declared
she had never entered his compartment.
Yet,

had he not seen?

—did

he not

know?

Was

not here, in her portemonnaie, the proof ?

He
last

could not bear to give

it

to her until the

moment.

He

could not bear to see in that

lovely, innocent face the blush of

shame, or

worse, the stony insolence of renewed denial
that

must follow

his restoration of the porte-

monnaie.
it.

She must know where he had found
a

At Archer Avenue when they stopped

few seconds, a gray-haired, distinguished looking stranger boarded the train, and to his arms
she
flew,

delightedly.

Then with beaming
"I

.

eyes presented Mr. Warren.

am

under a
"I

thousand obligations," began Mr. Brinton.
Ned's message," he began.

have had an anxious night since the coming of
"O, papa!
thize with you.

Mr. Warren can

fully

sympa-

He's Toots Warren's brother.
last

You remember Toots

summer

at the Point

— a
THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
classmate.
settle

221

—Ned's And you must with Mr. Warren, —Ned ran with my purse—And you must the porter and you
please
off
tip

must ask Mr. Warren

to dinner."

And

then

Warren saw

the
it

way

to restoring

that purse, without giving

to her.

Just be-

fore they parted at the Canal Street station and

while Miss Brinton was being placed in the

waiting carriage with her array of hand lug-

gage

her's

and Ned's

—Warren
And

slipped

the
it,"

purse into the paternal hand.
said he, "after

"Pray give

you get home.
it."

Miss Brinton
then Brinton

thinks your son has

pere was hurried in and the carriage off to

make room
for a word.

for others.

There was just time
best of

"The Horeshoe brought me the
ing,

luck," cried the sweet, clear voice, as a

beam-

winsome,

beautiful

face

peered back at

him, nodding, smiling, tormenting,
carriage

whirled away.
full

when the And then Warren

turned to his cab, too

of that face to note

the next party boarding another carriage

very stylishly dressed

indeed overdressed

woman whose face was closely veiled, a rubicund man of fifty odd, a tall citizen in heavy

222

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
It

was that face, only that face that Warren took away to his busy office, that peered between him and the pages of his letters arid ledgers all that day and the
ulster close following.

next.

"I shall

see

it

again,"

said

he,

"at

dinner."

But the week went out without the
tion.

invita-

The

Brinton's,
left

who remained
of
that

three days

at the

Annex,

without a sign.
better

"She thought
she found
fib at

dinner

and

worse of me," said Warren to himself, "when
I

had discovered her purse and her

the same time."
his

And
work.

so,

wounded, he
the

had gone back to

When

next Mr.

Edmund Warren saw
eyes.
lost its

Horseshoe he was again Eastward bound, and
he looked with gloomy grandeur of the scene had

For once the
charm.
It

was

some months

later,

and though never once had
This radiant

he seen or heard of Miss Brinton, never yet

had her face been forgotten.

sunshiny morning as he looked out over the
glorious vista of mountain and valley, he

was

thinking sorely of that evening ride on the

Limited

—of

all

the gladness that seemed to

press into four blithe hours, only to be blotted

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
out.

223

And

then the porter sauntered over for

a word. '"Member
us,

that last time

you went West with
lady's brud-

Mr. Warren,

—night the young

der got lef at 'Toona?"

Warren wasn't thinking of anything else. "My, but dat old gentlm'n was hot 'bout her
pocketbook, suh!"

"How
interest.

so?"

asked

Warren

in

sudden

"All the

money was gone when
hundred
right

she got
I

it

back

—over
tell

you were
didn't

all

dollars

!

Oh,

tole

'em

't'want you, though
it.

you
de

mc you found

It

might have

gone hard, suh, wid some of

us, tho', for

Company

just ramsacked everybody t'well dey

found out 'bout dem crooks."

"What crooks?"
"Lady and gen'l'man, Dey was 'wanted' Five.
tective

suh,
in

—had
de

Number

Chicago and deall

come along with 'em
'n
off

way from
to

New
t'well

York,

they

never

'spected nothing

dey got

de

train.

Dey had money

burn."

"And

they had robbed Miss Brinton ?"

"Ye-es, suh," chuckled the African.

"But


224
Mr.

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.

—Mr.

Brinton,

first

off,

said 't'was you.
all

You must have had
all

the purse

night."

"Merciful Powers!" thought Warren, "and
because
I

couldn't bear to confront her with

the proof of her
Little

tarradiddle."

by

little,

between the conductor and

the porter, he dragged forth the whole story.

Brinton, senior, had forgotten the purse until

Lieutenant

Ned

arrived on

Number

21 at three

in the afternoon.

Within an hour thereafter
his

the old gentleman appeared at the station, full
of wrath, to declare

daughter

had been

robbed on the Sublima.
only brief
started out

There was time for
before the Limited

investigation

on the evening run back to

New

York.

Both conductor and porter had stoutly
Brinton was
unconvinced.

declared their confidence in Mr. Warren's integrity, but
still

At

the end of the week,

when they again reached
Three
after

Chicago, the rest of the story came out.

days after the loss the

Company were
tall

the couple shadowed by the
also the shadower,

detective

who had come aboard
start.

only

just as the Limited left Jersey City

on the

morning of her

Then the

police ad-

mitted that two noted criminals had been cap-

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.

225

tured at a north side residence an hour after
their

coming

to Chicago,

and then Papa Brinto an end.

ton's investigation

came

Laura's

money was
his

doubtless part of the

the possession of the pair.

sum found in Then Brinton took
it

daughter home.

That was December.
April,

Now
in the

was nearly
mailed

and one day there came a missive from

Brother Toots, written
at Manila.

mud and

"Dear Old Ned:
I


news
to mother, so see her letter.

gave

all

the

We
you
it's

go out on 'nother hike to-night, and
word.
thing

I've only time for a
.to

Ned Brinton
make

says his father wants

see

next time he gets to Chicago

— wants
Ned

to explain sometell,

— can't

out what.

won't

but

something about some monev you lent that awfully
pretty sister of his

when Ned got
is

left.

He's rabid to
can't ask

go home and marry that Altoona
for leave until this business
his sister says

girl,

and he
up.

wound
it

Ned

says

you were "just lovely

to her",

and papa
fault

hadn't properly thanked you and

was partly her
but

and

well, I can't

make

it

all

out,

Ned

says she's
it,

written to him no less than three letters about
that's

and

more thought than she bestows on any
find you.

of us.
let

Just send a line to the old chap, will you, and

know where he can
interest

When

is

that

him March

coming?
Yours,
"Toots."

226

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
"She thought me
I

Warren's cheek burned.
her a fibber
!"

a thief" he growled to himself, "and

thought

cago

again,

Next day he was away from Chibound northward, and on a soft

April evening set foot at Melton Station.

He

went, too, unannounced.
line to
It

.

He

had not sent a
to send a line to

the "old chap," as Toots suggested.

was the old chap's business
if,

him,

as the railway people declared, he

had

ever said he believed
his daughter's money.
easily explained.

Warren had purloined
That matter was now
to the ves-

When
locked,
it

Miss Brinton stepped out

tibule, leaving

her satchel unguarded and unfor the enterpristo seize the

was an easy matter

ing occupant of

Number Five

mo-

ment when almost everybody was out of the
car,

and then the purse,

to dart into the va-

cant

Number

Three,

little

expecting

Warren
to

to return at

once from the dining car whither
declared

her male companion
gone.

him

have

His sudden coming well nigh caught

her, but she barred

him

out, rightly guessing

he would go for the porter.

the ravished portemonnaie deep
crevice, and, richer

Then she down

stuffed
in the

by one hundred

dollars or

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
more, slipped back to her
all

227

own seat, and was demure innocence a moment later. But in that moment's work she had thrown suspicion on two honest souls. Edmund Warren supposed on 'Change to have no higher
in life

aim

than the sale of unlimited pork, and
to that even-

Miss Laura Brinton who, prior
ing's ride

up Horseshoe Curve, had been
sent no warning of his

as

fancy free as a child.

No.
ing.

Warren
In fact

com-

he

was not

seeking Brinton

pere.

He

longed to see that other face again,
Inquiry of a

and believed he knew a way.

business associate had developed the fact that
it

was Miss Brinton's almost

daily habit to

drive in to the post office for the' evening mail,

and he swung away
winding highroad
ton homestead.
pretty
lake.
It

at sturdy pace over the

in the direction of the Brin-

lay but a mile

from the

town and on the borders of the great
His
satchel he left at the station, his

stick

he swung in his hand.

"Look out

for a

phaeton with bay ponies," he told his eyes, but
before he had put half a mile between himself

and the

station

something glinted

in the slant-

ing sunbeams, and there at the edge of the

228

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
shone

roadway

a

shapely
it

little
it

horseshoe.
in his sack

He
told

stooped, picked

up, put

coat pocket and faced about.
its

That shoe had
already

story.

The pony team had

gone to town.

When, perhaps a dozen minutes
saw coming toward him over a
a leap, and so did he,
roadside shrubbery.
of vantage he

later,

he

rise in the

road

a stylish pair of miniature bays, his heart gave

to the shelter of
this

some
coign

Peering from
off side

saw that the

pony was

favoring his right hind foot, and that settled
the matter.

With
in

the shoe uplifted in one the
other,

hand, his derby

Mr. Warren
a

stepped out into the highway, the fair charioteer

threw her weight back on the

reins,

small tiger sprang to the ponies' heads and

took the bits under advisement.

.

The

lady,

despite herself, blushed vividly with surprise

and pleasure,
all

but,

"Why, Mr. Warren!" was

she said.

"Permit
said he.

me

to restore missing property,"
this time,

"Not the portemonnaie

but

the porte-bonheur."

The blush deepened, "Who
she.

told

you?" said

"


"

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
"The pony,"
reassuring pat.
"I mean about the "What about it?"
said he.

229
re-

"This one," and
little

placing his Derby, he gave the

fellow a

portemonnaie."

"You've heard—about —being—emptied —before you had a chance—
its

"I did have a chance.

I

had

it all

night,"

and Mr. Warren's
blushing face.

lips

were twitching provokon her sweet,

ingly, as his eyes eagerly feasted

"I mean," said Miss Brinton, flicking at the

dust with
course.

her

long whip,

"to

return

it,

of

Papa made
you heard!"

so

much

trouble.

I

was

afraid

—Ned and Toots— they "Oh, those wretched boys! —what
"I did hear eventually
will

say next?"

"They

said I should sue

papa for damages."
I've decided once

"Mr. Warren!—You wouldn't—He' s-r"
"Miss Brinton,
I shall.

and for

all.

I shall

bring suit
It

at once."

"O, Mr. Warren!

was

all

my

fault,

my

carelessness

—my

stupidity.

I'm awfully
I've

sorry!

Can't

I

settle it in

some way?

wanted

to say so ever- so long."

23O

THE LUCK OF THE HORSESHOE.
I've

"And
wanted
have you
settle
it

wanted

to hear you.
in fact I
still

In fact I
to

to have

want you— —Indeed you're the only one who can

!"

And

then she looked up into his eyes, half

startled, half joyous,

and then

all

seeing, the

soft eyes fell again,

and though
little

his

hands were

trembling, he laid the
lap

horseshoe in her
side.

and stepped quickly to her

"You have
beautiful

not decided about the journey,"

he was saying, as he bent over that bonny,

head one summer evening,

a few

months

later.
it

"There's only one point about

that I wish
"It isn't

to decide," she answered, smilingly.

where we
ward.
twice.

go.
I

It's

the

way we come

—hometo

Ned,

picked you up, as you say,

Almost any day we can come past the

old mile post here at home, but I

want

come

again

—where.

I

found

my

luck

—by way

of the

Horseshoe Curve."

'

She quickly unslung her camera,"

etc.

"

Six white-gloved hands went up in salute.'

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
She

was

aboard

the

express

steamer,

from Cologne for Mayence, the gay June morning he first set eyes on her, but she rewarded his gaze of undeniable admiration by landing at Bonn.

Deutscher Kaiser,

bound

She

was accompanied by woman, obviously an
son,

a silvery-haired gentleinvalid

and apparently

her mother, reinforced by a middle-aged perhalf nurse, half general utility

woman,

and commanded by a fourth personage obviously austere to the world at large and domineering to her kith and kin.

The

girl

was

pretty (the prettiest things to be seen in the

Rhineland are the American
pathetic,

girls), the

mother

the

maid unsympathetic,
portentous.

and the

The run from the Dom-centering. streets of the old German city to the academic shades of Bonn is but a short one, but it was long enough to indulge Mr.
maiden aunt


232

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
in a deliberate study of

Lee

Miss Beveridge,
her tourist
;

from the

tip of the pert feather in

hat to the toe of her trim and dainty boot long

enough
invalid,

to inspire

him with more longing
her,

with longing to

know
He,

with interest in the

and with

instinctive antipathy to the
too,

maiden aunt.

was abroad for
before; a

his
in

health, recuperating

from a wound received

front of Santiago
that, followed

the year

wound

wrecked him.
sel's eye,

by malarial fever, had well-nigh Twice had he caught the dam-

a thing that rejoiced
it

him unduly,

for

he did not see

was the

little

tricolored button

in his left lapel, rather than the wearer, that

attracted her.

The second time

she blushed,

but

it

was from annoyance

at being caught, not

from maidenly confusion.

He had

been look-

ing forward with eagerness to seeing the Sie-

ben Gebirge close at hand and wondering what

on

earth

the

Deutschlanders

saw

in

such
of

diminutive upheavals to warrant the

name

"mountain

;"

but he turned from them in disrally

appointment and did not even
neared the confluence
of

as they

the

Moselle, with

mysterious 'Ehrenbreitstein frowning on them

on the one hand and Coblentz nestling

like

a

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
toy town on the opposite shore
cause Miss Beveridge

233
all

—and
the

beat

had

left

boat

Bonn.

She was aboard a wheel the next time he saw her and they met face to face on a terrace
overlooking the Rhine.

She had a camera

slung over her shoulder, and the middle-aged maid wobbled unsteadily on another wheel a few yards behind. Lee had a camera over his
shoulder,

but

no other incumbrances.
girl

The
of the

recognition—of the
button

on

his part,

on

hers

—was
from

instantaneous.
his seat

He
She

sprang to his

feet

on the waist-

high wall and whipped

off his tourist cap.

bowed gravely
realized

in return,

and her glance was

at the button, not at him,
it.

and

this

time he

She wheeled onward
mounted, light as a
suit,

to a point

where the
dis-

road began a zigzag climb.
bird.

There she

The maid followed

light as

a

cow,

and together the two

ascended the steps to a platform above, leaving their wheels at the roadside under the distant

and martial eye of a smart

little

Prussian,

picklehaube-crested sentry at an elongated box

234

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
and striped
like a barber's

standing on end
pole.

Lee had

felt

unequal to a climb even to see

the sights of Ehrenbreitstein.

Now

he decided
offi-

that duty, as a discharged volunteer staff
cer of

Uncle Sam, required of him study of
fortifications.

permanent
didn't

Technically
ditch,

he
but

know

a

demilune from a

neither did she.

When

Mr. Lee reached the upper platform
spanned by the graceful
Coblentz

and saw the blue Rhine twisting through the
southward
hills,

rail-

way

bridge above

and dotted with
there,

boats and barges of every kind, he bethought

him of

his

camera as an excuse for being
however,

and took two snapshots up the world-renowned
valley, hardly taking his eyes,
girl.

off the

Then he noted

that a picturesque party
drill

of officers, just in from
filled

of

some

kind,

was
lost

with interest in Miss Beveridge, who, un-

conscious of their voluble admiration,

was

in contemplation of the legend-haunted stream.
It is

believed that in love and in

war most Consquad,
slim-

tinental militaires consider
cible.

themselves invinthis

There were six

in

waisted, sandy-haired, straw-mustached

young

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
fellows

235

tip-top soldiers, too, ready to drink

or die for their Vaterland at drop of the hat,

but a bit asinine, none the
girls

less,

where pretty

were concerned.

They assumed her un-

consciousness to be feigned, and, halting at
the turn of the road, regardless of the indignation in the eyes of the dragon, her attendant,

began audible attempts

to attract her attention.

Lee was
tions of

fifty

yards away, but he could hear,

and, firing up like the scion of three genera-

Yankee

soldiers that he was, started

for the group, stick in
eye.

hand and blood

in his

They were
another
level.

standing, as luck would have

it,

at the foot of a flight of steps leading to

still

The

sun, well

up

in the south,

shone

full

upon
over

their burnished helmets

and
at

shoulder scales and
their

on
of

the massive wall
crest of

back,

the

which peeped
of

the

black

muzzles

certain

Krupp's

masterpieces.

Miss Beveridge,

twenty paces
their

beyond them, could not but hear

demon-

strative coughs, could hardly mistake their object,

yet placidly she continued her survey as
to every sound.

though deaf

Then suddenly,

before Lee could reach them, the clatter of


236

A CAMERA CAPTURE.

scabbards, the sputter of shod hoofs smote up-

on the

ear,

and coming

at sharp canter

round
with

the turn of the road

was a general
statues.

officer

a group of aides and orderlies.
sextette

Instantly the

shriveled

into

Six

white-

gloved hands went up in salute to six brass-

bound
tight

visors.

Six pairs

of

heels

clamped
short-

together

and

six

slim-waisted,

skirted subalterns gazed adoringly at the high,

well-born, royal Prussian-fortress inspector's-

commandant's-general
both forgotten.

;

damsel

and

dragon

As

for

Miss Beveridge,

in all the fearless

innocence of maiden America
in there lives

—a land

where-

no military regulation the sov-

ereign citizen

may

not trample under foot

she quickly unslung her camera, quickly took

aim

at the

brilliant

and most characteristic

Prussian group; snap went the slide as she

touched the button, and so
arrest.

—brought

on the

From
To

the

battlements

of Ehrenbreitstein

Prussia fears no foe, but scares at a camera.
take so

much

as a snapshot at so

much

of a

fortress as can be seen

through a baby camera

renders the taker liable to be taken, perhaps,

A CAMERA CAPTURE.
for a spy.

237
see,

The General

didn't

for his

back was toward her as he galloped away. The
subs didn't see, for they were temporarily ab-

sorbed in him
in quarters.

—they had

to be or suffer arrest

But a sentry had seen both Lee

and the Fraeulein Americaner and was bawling for some functionary of the guard.

The

first

thing Miss Beveridge knew, as the

dust cleared away, a

young man in tourist garb was at her side, holding forth a camera. "Change with me please quick!" quoth

he.

"What
eyes and

for?" said she with wide open blue

no little resentment in tone. What even if he did business had he to accost her wear the same button brother Jim sported when in civilian dress? Brother Jim being a lieutenant, senior grade, in the Navy and son

of a soldier of the great

war of '61. "I heard your mother say you must get on to Mayence this evening and you can't, if they with that and here they come!" catch you

Fact!
scuttling

Four

little

Prussian

soldiers

were

down

the steps from an upper ledge,

a sergeant in the lead.
ters

The group

of subal-

had

given ear to the cries of the sentry and

:

"

238

A CAMERA CAPTURE.

were now standing, open-eyed, behind pincenez and monocle,

watching the

result.

Lee

had unslung
out

his

camera on the run, and, withset his in its place

more

ado, possessed himself of hers lying

on the stone coping,
tranquilly continued

and

"Now, be so good as and spin away home.

to

hurry to your wheel
straighten this out

I'll

"But—why ?—what ?—
"Miss Beveridge, unless you wish
tb

spend

the night in a dungeon and craze your mother,

go

at once.

I'll

send your camera to the con-

sul at

Mayence."
the dragon began to whimper, and be-

Then
was

tween them and bewilderment Miss Beveridge
started

down

the

steps.

Then

Lee

squatted on the coping and cheerfully awaited

developments
breitstein.

—and

the defenders of

Ehren-

They had
and breath

down and so lost time and temper.. They ran up sputterto zigzag

ing and seized upon Lee and the camera.

"What's up?"
American.

said

he in imperturbable
official,

A

German

civic or mili-

tary, usually blusters,

shouts and gets red in


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the face

239

when he makes either an arrest or exThe Yankee as frequently conplanation. founds and exasperates him by consummate German instructions for guards sang-froid. and sentries prescribe just what the sentry shall shout when he sees a camera at forbidden work. The official language fails to indicate the sex of the culprit.

In

fact,

sex in

German tongue
settled short

is

a thing too intricate to be
sixteen
syllables.

of

The

ser-

geant wachtmeister, overwhelming Lee
Teutonic reproach, could not

with

now
The

hear the

sentry's supplementary shouts to the effect that

he had got the wrong

culprit.

three at-

tendant soldiers could hear but dare not offer

suggestion to a superior

—implication

that

a

higher

officer

may

not

know

everything being

inadmissible in the Prussian military code.

So Miss Beveridge wheeled away to the bridge of boats and so on back to the Bellevue,
Lee's camera at her hip, Miss Perkins at her
heels and something

new

at her heart.

That
de-

young man was
cisive,

presentable,

was prompt,

even commanding, and most

women

-until they're married

like

commanding men.

Now

what blunder had she committed ?

What


24O

"

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It

danger was his on her account ?
her to wheel round
to

occurred to

the

consul's

and ask

Herr Pfeiffer, the accomplished English-speaking

German clerk. "Ach Himmel!"

said

Pfeiffer.

"Did not

the gnaediges fraeulein

know

it

of the most-

conspicuous,

high-offensive,

imprisonments-

bringing misdemeanor was, any map, picture,
writing,
inscription,

fortifications-view

to

take?"
"I didn't," snapped Miss Beveridge and Miss

Beveridge's blue eyes.

"I only took a shot at

a

lot of

boy lieutenants under the cannon."
!"

"Ach Himmel
in air, then

and

Pfeiffer's

hands flew up
'"

swooped on the camera.
isn't

"This one

mine!

I

exchanged

and

Miss Beveridge blushed

vividly.

"Du

lieber

Himmel With
!

the distinguished,

much-wounded,
the-Embassy

of-whom-to-us-have-written-

Herr Major Lee "He!" A soldier! and wounded!" cried Miss Beveridge. "Oh, mercy, Herr Pfeiffer, what will they do to him? Amanda, go at
in Berlin,

once to mother and

tell

her I'm going back to

Ehrenbreitstein. I've got an officer— a
officer

wounded
go to

— Mr.

Lee, arrested.

We

sha'n't

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24I

Mayence to-night. Nerva says !"

I

don't care what

Aunt

But she didn't go back, for Pfeiffer had
sprung to the telephone and was
colloquy in high-pitched, high
in

excited

German with

some very well-born sub-deputy commandant's She could catch and translate occasional words. They wanted
inspector across the Rhine.
to

know

all

about Lee, and Pfeiffer was loadfacts

ing them
pected.

with

hitherto

utterly

unsus-

Herr Major Lee of His Excellence,
Herr

much-esteemed United-States-of-North-America-High-Ambassador a nephew was.

Lee of the brave, freiwiller-United States-ofNorth-American-Army, a high distinguished
"stabs ofhtseer in hauptquartier den" of the-

Heaven-knows-what-all, a Major
at

Santiago

in

battle

twice

who severely wounded was.

Twice had he
kinglike,

to dinner with the high imperial

Csesarlike,

Prussian, and-all-around-

German Emperor
been,
etc., etc.

at the imperial palace already
it

Pfeiffer,

seems,

was bent on

giving Ehrenbreitstein to understand that in
•nabbing Lee they were entertaining a martial

angel unawares, and Pfeiffer must have prevailed.

That evening as the Beveridge party

242
trundled

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away southward under
the vine-clad

heights, the anxiety of

Miss Beveridge was ap-

peased by the farewell tidings imparted

by

Mine Host of
still

the Bellevue, that
his

Herr Major

Lee had sent for
his captors.

dress-clothes.

Though

nominally a captive he was to dine with

"But where,
time
is

child,

is

your camera

all

this

what / wish

to

know ?" demanded Aunt

Minerva.

And Miss
It

Beveridge smilingly asseverated
tell.

that she really could not

turned up three days later at Wiesbaden.
Lee.

So did
it

In fact they came together, and

seemed as though Lee were indisposed to
Miss Beve-

surrender one without the other.

ridge received him with a blush, Miss Minerva with austere reserve. "Europe is full of adventures and or
silly girls,"
is

said she.

"Mr. Lee,

Major Lee,
is

most presumptuous.

As

for
it."

Mabel, she

headstrong and you permit

Needless to say she spoke to the invalid.
Nevertheless, Lee

hung on

for a week,

and

then one day

who

dishes of Boston

—a household

should come but the Stanat

whose doors

Miss Minerva had looked long and vainly when

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last she visited the

243

Hub.

"It's the last drop,"

said she.
this

"They'll never

know

us

now

with

ineligible-trapesing 'round after Mabel."
herself in grandeur for dinner

But she garbed
until

that evening, purposely detaining the family
after

the

Standishes

had gone down.
at the

She had "located" the
her train, prepared
to

table reserved for the
it

Standishes and swept in past

head of
lo,

impress,

and,

they
the

were not there!
at his

Men and women

both,

Standish quintette had surrounded Major Lee

own

table,

and Miss Minerva glared for

a moment, then turned on her niece for explanation, for
fun.

Mabel was bubbling over with
I believe,

"They were chums,
and were
later in the

at

Harvard,

same brigade

—and

be-

long to the same

Commandery

of the Loyal

Legion," she

finally admitted.

The whole family?" de"They? Who? manded Aunt Minerva severely. "No, merely Mr. Lee and Mr. Miles Standish."

And

all

through dinner Aunt Minerva could

only gaze.

Late that evening Lee found Mabel.

244

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still

"Are you

American enough
in the

to

come
I've

and walk with

me

garden a while?

got to go to Heidelberg with them to-morrow.

was planned and promised before we gan snap shooting Prussian strongholds."
It sniff in

be-

Even Aunt Minerva had not so much as a comment when Mabel bent over her mother's chair for the desired permission. The
impropriety of a thing depends so very

much

on the

social standing of the parties to

it.

no hope of your coming to look down on the Neckar from the old castle?" he
"Is there
queried, as he led her along a moonlit aisle,

away from the band and the busy tongues of society. "They are students, not soldiers,
there,
like."

you know.
fear

You

can snap shoot

all

you

"I

I

think

not,

Mr.

Lee.

Wies-

baden seems to be just the place for mother."

Yet she was thinking at that moment of Kate Standish, who had so warmly greeted him.

"You have

said,

'I

fear,' yet I

wish

I

feared

half as little," said he, stopping at a corner,

but not releasing her arm.

"You

weren't half afraid that day at Ehren-

breitstein," she hurriedly spoke,

knowing well


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that a telltale tremor

245

had come

into his voice,
face.

a

telltale flush to

her

own bonny

"Why

did you

make me change cameras with you
could so easily get away?"
I

when

I

"Because
derheads.

didn't think they'd be such dun-

I

feared they might overtake and
If

arrest you, too.

they

did,

then

the film
at the

would show nothing but a harmless shot
Rhine."

"Oh!
up.

—then you—
mean
to
!

didn't

mean

to take

me?"

exclaimed Miss Beveridge, glancing demurely

"Didn't
I

Heavens

!

What

wouldn't

give? —"

And

the glowing eyes, the tremb-

ling hands that

seemed twitching with eagerforth

ness to stretch

and

seize

the slender
their
story.

form,

were unerringly

telling

"Why?
"I

Did

I

take you?" he asked.
picture," she an-

was the centre of one
still

swered,

demurely.

"But

—you—

didn't

mean

it,

you know."

And now

in delight

with

her power over him, she looked up again, smil-

ing bewitchingly, teasingly, temptingly.

"Then

let

us change back again at once,"
is

he begged.

"Where

that film?"


246

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is

"Where

mine

sian officers?

—and

—with

all

those lovely Prus-

that splendid cavalcade?"

"Confiscated, of course!" he answered with
instant frown.

dish
I

—and

want the

Here comes Stan"Heavens Bowdoin girl. Mabel, quick picture I want the subject I want
!

that

—you."
"But you

—are going —even
is

to

Heidelberg to escort
delici-

Miss Standish," she interposed, dimpling
with her

ously, longing to hear, yet, womanlike, toying
bliss

with Standish "and that

Bowdoin

girl" close at hand.

"Kate Standish
a whole year.

engaged and has been

May

Answer me for I love you. come back from Heidelberg ? If you want that picture or the "We-ell.
I

—the
But the

"
rest

was

lost

— smothered;

Standish

had gone another way.

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
For one week
Pasig
after the Insurgent attack

on

the American forces at Manila, the line of the
river, eight miles in length,

was

practic-

ally clear.

Leaving over 160 dead, a number
pris-

drowned and three hundred wounded and
body of Ricarte's brigade of

oners under the walls of Santa Ana, the main
Pilar's division

retreated up the southern bank, hotly pursued

by the right wing of the First Brigade of Anderson's Division.

At

the English cemetery
fine old

and on the height where stands the

church and convent of San Pedro Macati, they
strove to rally, but had apparently lost heart
as a result of the fearful drubbing given that morning,

them

and the

efforts of their officers,

brave and fanatical fellows as they are, were
fruitless.

A

mile further up stream, perched

on another height and surrounded on three

248
sides

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

by thick woods, was still another church that of the richest and finest on the river

Guadalupe.

Its

walls
Its

were massive and of
fine

great thickness.

tower commanded a
Its

view

in

every direction.

attendant con-

vent or monastery was

the largest
its

we had

seen,

and on the shelves of

great library were

many
value.

books,

some

that

must have been two

centuries old, richly

bound and of unquestioned

A

populous native village had nestled
fell away to the riverbamboo and nipa huts stretched

under the steep bank that
side and, while

along up and
yards,
stone,

down stream

for several

hundred

a dozen

substantial

houses of
in

hewn

some of them enclosed
it

massive walls,
In such a

stood side by side along the road.
position

was

possible for a small force to
its

hold at bay four times

number.

The gun

boats had not yet come that far up the Pasig.

There was an abundant supply of ammunition,
for

the

Insurgents
rifle

left

eighteen

thousand

rounds of
enclosures,

cartridges in one of those very

and the pursuing command was
all

strung out in long column

the

way from

the Paco suburb of Manila, but even with these

advantages the Insurgents would not turn.

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

249

Abandoning the headquarters of Pio del Pilar in San Pedro village with all its papers and
records, they continued their flight to Pasig

Ferry and beyond.
lupe convent,
utterly

Guadalupe church, Guada-

Guadalupe village were found
scarecrow cats and squawking

deserted save by scores of snarling,
dogs,

mangy

The men of California, Idaho and Washington swarmed all over the premises in
chickens.

the course of the next few

clays,

while the adriver,

vance guard pushed on to the head of the

and found even the great island town of Pasig

and the outlying
uig undefended.

villages of Pateros

and Tag-

"Johnny Filipino" had fled, no one knew whither, and the head men of the
deserted bailiwick

came out with white

flags

and protestations of amity and
surrender.

proffers

of

And

so

it

happened that for nearly a week,

with but slight molestation, the troops of the
First Brigade of the First Division dwelt in

peace and clover

among

these lately bustling
fat of the

and populous towns, feeding on the
enemy.

land and wondering what had become of the

Far over toward the beautiful bay of Manila

25O
their

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
comrades of the Second Brigade were

confronted by a stout force in the bamboo south
of Pasay, some two miles from their original
line.

To

the

north of

Manila the Second
,

Division was halted before Caloocan, whose

strong entrenchments were bristling with

little

brown

warriors.

Only along the southeast
and that
of the

line,

up the Pasig, river, did there seem
obstacle to our advance,
is

to be
it

how

no came

about

that

the

lines

First

Brigade
band,

stretched

like

a

long-drawn

elastic

thinned to the snapping

point,

from Paco

Bridge to the Laguna, seven miles by road, and

more by river. But all this time our corps commander was
an anxious man.

From

trustworthy sources

he had learned that within the walls of old
Manila, and in the densely populated districts

surrounding

it,

Tondo, Binondo and Quiapo on
were thousands of

the north, Ermita on the south and Paco and

Pandacan
Insurgents

to the east, there

eager

to

rise

and massacre the
effect-

Americans to a man.
ive fighting strength

One-fourth of his

had

to be stationed, there-

fore, within, or close to, the city

and far back

from the fighting

line,

ready to pounce on the

1

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
first

25

mob
it

of natives that showed

itself.

Not

only was this precaution wise and necessary,

but

might even happen that the commandcall for fur-

ing general would be compelled to

ther aid from the regiments at the extreme
front.
It

may

be said of the First California,
it

that on the 8th of February

reached from

Pasig to the Puente Colgante

—the suspension
least.

bridge connecting the old city with the Quiapo
district,

a stretch of six miles to say the
that,

This grew from the fact

by orders from
left at

corps headquarters, one battalion was

the

great barracks close to the bridge, to stand

guard over the

natives.

One company was
still

in

Pandacan

for a like purpose.

Others were at
at

San Pedro Church; others

Guadalupe,

while Captain Eggert with a single company

occupied after the surrender the big church in

town of Pasig, and never seemed to give a care to the fact that an unbridged and unfordable river lay at his back, between him
the wealthy

and supports.

But General Otis
were hovering

did.

He knew
line,

the

enemy

in, hundreds

about every exposed

point on MacArthur's

were

defiant of

Ovenshine's thin ranks in front of Pasay, and

252
that at
this far

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
any moment they could swoop down on exposed brigade and disaster might fol-

low.

His apprenhensions were anything but

shared by the light-hearted volunteers,

and
re-

when on
and
their

the 13th their outposts were attacked

communication threatened, they
exceeding
joy.

joiced

with

On

the

14th
of the

Colonel Smith, the gallant

commander

Californians, sent a valentine in honor of the

day and

in

shape of a scouting party out

through the open country to the south of the
Pasig, and speedily stirred

up

Filipinos

by the

hundred.
found.

The farther he went the more he The gunboat, Laguna, came steaming
on taking a hand
in the

to Pasig Ferry intent
fight,

and the roar of her guns was heard at
battle

Manila and started the story that another

was

on.

Next

day, the 15th, things did look

squally, for the little

swarms and
whizzed

their

brown men gathered in Mauser bullets hummed and

like angry wasps. The guns once manned by the Astor Battery, but now handled by Hawthorne and his regulars, and those of

the gunboat joined in the uproar, and for four

hours

it

sounded as though great things were

going on instead of a long-range skirmish, and

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

253
is

now
"It

General Otis interposed. "That brigade

too far out," said he to the division commander.

must be withdrawn to the
so,

lines of

San

Pedro Macati."

And

much

surprised but

still

subordinate,

back came the lads of that far Western command. Barring the brigadier and some of his
staff, all

were

Pacific Slope

men, Idaho, Wash-

ington and California supplying the personnel,
but in disposition that brigade was far more

pugnacious than
tire

pacific,

and the order

to re-

proved most unpalatable.

Equally sur-

prised and wild with joy, up rose hundreds of

the dusky

enemy from on every
in pursuit.

side,

and cheer-

ing

like

mad and sounding their

musical bugles,

on they came

Confident that this

would be the upshot, the division commander, Major General Anderson, had already selected
a line of defense that should
fill

the require-

ments of the orders of
the hills broke
left

his superior.

A

third

of a mile up stream and in front of

San Pedro
In

away from

the riverside and

an open valley nearly 200 yards wide.

this there stood the sheds

and huge stacks of

the product of

doned, like

some big pottery concern, abaneverything else, to the mercy of the

254
Yankees.

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
Here, as the extreme
left

of his di-

vision line, the general
little

had thrown up a stout
the river road,

earthwork,

commanding

while the line of intrenchments was planned to

run gradually up the eastward slope of the
side

hill-

commanding

the valley until

it

reached the

strong, walled enclosure of

San Pedro cemeacross a

tery

on a height southeast of the old church.
this point
it

From

led

away southward
ricefields,

mile-wide "swale" of open
to a dry water course

dipping

midway and

rising again

to the next salient, a knoll

crowned by a crop
at

of trees and a stack or two of hay, and referred
to in subsequent orders

and reports

stack Knoll.

From

thence the line bore

Hayaway

southward well out in front of the country
cross

road between San

Pedro and Pasay,

skirted a beautiful grove covering the hamlet

of Culiculi, and thence, guarded by Ovenshine's
brigade, led straight

away

to the bay shore

south of Pasay.

Along

this line, slowly

and doggedly retiring

before the advancing Filipinos, the
First Brigade set to to

men

of the

work with pick and spade
shelter against the
little

throw up the needful

ever whizzing Mausers, every

while

when

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
the

255

enemy pressed

too close, dropping those

bucolical

implements

Springfield,

for the more familiar and occasionally stopping work to

cheer some particularly well-aimed shot from

Hawthorne's bellowing guns. Splendid little guns were they, Hotchkiss never made a better,

artillerists

to make weep or blaspheme according to temperament, and the Filipino laugh. Half

— —but the ammunition was a thing

the shells failed to explode, but,
great was the execution thereof.

when they

did.

Through the hot morning of the 16th

this

long-range work continued until eleven o'clock,

when
line

"Johnny

Filipino"

fancied

himself

strong enough to push ahead and drive the blue

back to Manila.

All

merry music of
the breeze,

his bugles

on a sudden the came floating in on

some stirring, spirited call that was taken up and carried along from height to
height across the intervening mile of thicket

and

ricefield,

—and

then, brisk
lines,

and buoyant, out

came the skirmish
deployed.

dancing into view

along the opposite slopes, firing rapidly as they

And

then the hiss of Mauser and

hum

of Remington became incessant, and Cali-

fornia on the right and

Washington on the

left

256

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

and Idaho scattered along pretty much everywhere, sprang to their
rifles

with unholy joy,

and, just as soon as "Johnny

came marching
Presently the

home again" within
loose
fields

reasonable range, turned
visitors.

on

their

welcome

began

to

show

stationary dots here and

there

—hats of

Filipino straw

and uniforms of

Filipino fabric seemed to be stretching out to

bleach in the blazing sun, and though officers

on horseback galloped up and down behind
their

men, and brandished swords and waved

their hats

and shouted imprecations
lines

in

Tagal

and Spanish, the

began

to falter.
flop face

Here

and there whole sections would

downlit-

ward behind the
tle

thick earthern walls of the

patches of the paddy fields and couldn't be

induced to come further.

Then a new element
all

of discomfort appeared on their right flank and
sent
it

scurrying back to shelter, for

on a

sudden gray old Guadalupe began to

spit fire

and smoke and Springfield
it

bullets, and,

though
the

stood long half a mile away from the right

flank of the attacking force, the

men behind

guns were fellows that had done squirrel hunting from early boyhood and
trigger with a placid

knew how

to pull breast.

and unheaving

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
Pushing
his fighting lines

257

through the thick

bamboo, along the
river, del

bluffs that

overhang the

Pilar

found slow and burdensome

work, and though his scouts across the Pasig
could plainly see and promptly
tell

him

that the

main

line

was intrenching up the
still

hillside

back

of the old pottery, they could not see that Guad-

alupe church was

held

—an

outlying fort

in front of the left of

our

line.
it

But

it

was, and by Anderson's order, for
skilled veteran that,

had occurred to that

should
to

Pilar attack across the open

ground

the

south before our thinned ranks could spade up
shelter to protect themselves, a flank fire

might

be poured into at least the right of his charging
line,

and he well knew the Filipinos could
it,

not stand

and

so,

under Lieutenant Colonel
little

Duboce, First California, a
dense woods beyond our

force

had been

halted at Guadalupe, half a mile out in the
left,

and there three
had vanished,

companies lined the church and convent walls

and windows.

The

friars of old

but the rafters rang with the chant of San
Franciscans, their

hymn

of praise

"There'll

be a Hot Time in the Old Church To-night." But a hotter time, a sadder time was to come

258

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
two nights
after.
It

for the old church

was

one of the sorrows of the campaign.
Failing in the general attack along the whole
line

on the 16th, the Insurgents

fell

back to

the ridges to the south and east, leaving sharpshooters to keep up an exasperating
fire

on our
the
to be,

hard-working
for the wires

fellows.

By

nightfall

trenches were fairly strong.

They had

were hot with

stirring reports
in Manila.

and injunctions from headquarters

"Enemy

in.

strong force reported massing opleft.

posite your

Formidable attack

may

be
to

expected any moment.
strengthen your
line.

Use every endeavor
If necessary strip
left.

your

right to strengthen your

Not another
Posi-

man
tion

or

gun can be

sent to your support.

must be held
ride out to

at all hazards," etc., etc.
fact

A

Guadalupe developed the

that the Filipino sharpshooters were crawling
in to the thickets

on three

sides of that

prom-

inent

and imposing landmark.

The view from
interesting than

the lofty belfry was even
before,
effect.

more

but attended with undesired aeolian

The moment a campaign hat was poked up through the scuttle those venerable bells began to chime. Mauser and Remington mis-

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
siles

259 and the

rang the changes
lost its

in spirited style,

panorama

Out in the trenches to the east of the convent, McRoberts with a brace of Idaho companies was blazing into the bamboo whenever the Mausers cracked, and
charms.
within the walls themselves and in the thickets
to the south the lieutenant colonel of the Cali-

fornians had

stationed

companies of his own regiment.
after a continuous
strain

"M," "L" and "G" At midnight,
of
three

days and

nights under

fire,

he reported his

men "dead

tired", yet alert

and looking for the promised
little

attack.

All night long the

kept popping

away

at the lights

brown men in San Pedro

Macati where brigade headquarters had been established, and at the windows of the church

on Guadalupe Height,

but, except

when they

sent in a skirmish line to try the mettle of the

men toward Haystack
Here, lying
flat in

Knoll at three o'clock in

the morning, no aggressive

move was made.

the hollows and depressions

within three hundred yards of our line and
firing

much

too high, they contented them-

selves with a
bullets,

few volleys of mingled chaff and

one dusky humorist gleefully imitating the commands of a stentorian captain and the

;

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THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
from time
to time setting

entire force
shrill

up a

squeal of

"Gangway

—Gangway!"—the
cleared,

expression, our fellows

had learned aboard ship
the

as the nautical equivalent for "clear the track"
but,

as the track

was not

mud

colored scamps finally slid back to safety before
the sudden

coming of the day.
too, the

That day,
everything

17th,

was spent
the

in the

midst of alarms, generally from our rear, for

coming
of.

from

front

was

promptly disposed
as quiet

This night again was
as the Fourth of July at
line

just about

home, and from some points along our

for more ammunition. The woods about Guadalupe were now thickly populated with Insurgent sharpshooters and the

came demands

crack of the Mauser was heard in the land far

more frequently than was
less

desirable, yet

no man

could really "locate" the shooters, for smoke-

powder and thick bamboo gave no

tell-tale

sign of the lurking foe.
tired of the incessant

Duboce began to get spat of the shot upon the

convent roofs and walls.
to sail in

The brigade wanted
but orders forbade.
in

and "wipe the woods dry", as a big
it,

Californian expressed

Convinced that the enemy was

heavy force

1

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in

26

our front the Governor General said "defend

to the last," but let there be

no more

attack.

He was

waiting for the promised coming of

those six regiments of regulars shipped from
'Frisco and

New York.
San Pedro
inline,

And
the
1

so,

with the coming of the afternoon of

8th, the situation in front of
teaser.

was a

Anderson, ever alive to the

terests of his

men and

the care of his

came

riding out about 4 o'clock to see what
to be

done in view of the
in force opposite

latest

was best reports from

corps headquarters.

This time the enemy was

massing

Haystack Knoll and,

beyond
dark.

all

question, said Headquarters, a fierce

attack might be looked for immediately after

Now that

part of the line
if

was

really its

weakest point, and

Pilar had been the dar-

ing leader he was reputed to be, he could have

crashed through with a charging column some

dark night and
Manila.

gone

careering on toward

Very possibly, however, he reasoned
Yankee
line

that while the

was stretched

to the

utmost to cover that space from river to bay,
it

would

let

go

at the front at the

moment

of

puncture and then come swarming about his
ears.

Discretion

was,

therefore,

the better

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THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
But here on the 18th
his

part of valor.

dem-

onstrations were such that the Bureau of Military Intelligence fairly snapped with excite-

ment.
sible

"Strengthen your right by every posif

means, even

you have

to strip the left," to

was the word, and the question was, how
it.

do

As
serve.

matters stood there was not a

man

in re-

Except the Californians held to service
guards on watch
at Paco,

in Manila, the small

Pandacan and Santa Ana, and a single company
furnishing guards and pickets for the roads

about San Pedro; every able-bodied mother's
son of the First Brigade was at the extreme
front.

There was only one spot from which

the brigadier could draw, and he looked at his
division

commander, half hating

to suggest

it,

for well he

knew

to

what

it

must

lead,

—Guadafor,

lupe!

That grand old church was a white
It

elephant on our hands.

was a menace
it,

were the Insurgents to reoccupy

their fire

from

its

windows would
had used
it

speedily

make San
fortress.
it

Pedro untenable.
in his turn

Spaniard and Tagal, each
as arsenal

and

With one more regiment on
might
still

the eastward line

be saved, but

where was that

regi-

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ment
to

263

come from?

forth that not another

Anderson's division ?
in

Had not the fiat gone man would be sent to Was not every company
in the jungle?

Ovenshine's brigade to our right battling day

and night with unseen foemen

Only by the withdrawal of Duboce's battalion from those venerable walls could we bolster the
right,

and

if

Guadalupe had

to be dropped,

it

must be made so hot that no enemy could pick
it

up.

Anderson saw the problem
and decided
recall

in the twinkflash.

ling of an eye,
it,"

like

a

"Burn

said he,

"and

Duboce

to the rear of

the line."

And
back
at

so the orders went toward half past four

to the lieutenant colonel

commanding.
all

"Send

once to San Pedro

spare ammunition

and heavy baggage.
his

Relieve McRoberts and
direct

two Idaho companies and

him
all

to re-

port to brigade headquarters.

Make
your

prep-

arations to abandon Guadalupe church, to de-

stroy
to

it

by

fire

and

to retire with

command

San Pedro." At 6:30 McRoberts and his little command came trudging back by the river road, none too
at

happy

thought of quitting the extreme front,

but speedily cheering up when informed they

264

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

were to join the main body of their gallant regiment over beyond Haystack Knoll, where, if the Bureau of Military Information was to be
believed, Pilar proposed to

hew

a

way townIn the
their

ward

in

the darkness of the night.

rapidly

gathering
rolls,

dusk

they

reslung
little

blanket
in

after brief rest in the

plaza

front of

Pilars old house,

now
hill,

brigade

headquarters, and

swung away up
stars,

the stony

track to the churchyard on the

and

then,

under the peeping

out over the open

country in rear of the trenches.
headquarters building the
little

Within the
telegraph in-

strument kept up a constant clicking, messages

coming and going between division and brigade commanders and between the latter and the isolated force at Guadalupe. The night came down breathless and still. The silence at the front was really ominous, for all the previous nights from dusk until 3 a.m. the Insurgent
fire

had been almost incessant, and between 3

and sunrise hardly ten minutes passed that were not punctuated with the crack of their
rifles.

men

as they

Not a shot had been fired on McRobert's drew away, and one could well

nigh believe that Pilar really was stripping his

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
right to

265
Yet, wary-

mass for an attack on

ours.

scouts, creeping far out to the front

from Hay-

stack Knoll, could see nor hear nothing there

of any gathering in force and the lookouts that

had spent the afternoon hours in the treetops on the knoll, sweeping the country to the southeast with their glasses, declared that

no Insur-

gents in any number had passed from in front
of Guadalupe to reinforce the Insurgent
left.

Then
were

the Guadalupe garrison were certain that,
firing, the little

though no longer
still

brown men
about- them,

in the

woods and ravines
them saw moving

and daring fellows climbing
peering about

to the belfry
lights

and

and

many
Pasig.

little

campfires up the south bank of the
foe

The

was

still

there then, and

it

was

decided not to order Duboce to apply the torch

and quit

until later in the night or until the pre-

dicted attack materialized.

All on a sudden, soon after seven o'clock, the

sharp crackle of musketry began up stream, and

Mauser

bullets

came zipping

into

San Pedro.

Duboce

had most of his Californians by this

time in their trench and wall fortifications east
of the church, and as the

enemy appeared

to

be in considerable numbers and not quarter of

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THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

a mile away, the rule with regard to firing only

when they could be
and
for as

plainly seen

was

relaxed,

close to the river a lively

combat went on

much

as an hour with

to our side,
tion

and

still

there

little or no damage came no demonstra-

where predicted, over

at the right.

Ten,
night

eleven, twelve o'clock passed

by and
It

all

long those

little

owls of Filipinos seemed bent
fusillade.
fell

on keeping up their

away

from volleys

to

file

firing

within the second

hour and to scattering shots by midnight, but
still it
til

was there and not
it

at the right.

three o'clock did

die

Not unaway entirely, and
off, it

now

with the

dawn

less

than three hours

was time
flagration.

to be thinking of the proposed con-

The

signal service operator with his instrustill

ment was

in

Guadalupe tower, and
that he

at 3 130

Duboce reported

had

his stacks of

comto

bustibles in various places about the interior of

the church and convent, and he get through with
it

was eager
his

and away, for

men were
had

hungry and

tired.

Some

nitro glycerine

been sent for the use of the engineers in blowing up the barges and cascoes sunk to block
the

way

in the Pasig,

and had been stored

in

a

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
stone-walled
church.

267

room on an upper

floor of the

The men had an

idea that this

would

explode and convert old Guadalupe into a volcano, and they naturally preferred to watch the
spectacle

from a

distance.

A

single

word over
men.

the wire, "Quit,"

was

to be Duboce's signal to
call off his

touch off his inflammables and

came no sound from the right save that Major Figgins, the brave veteran commanding the First Idaho, stoutly maintained that Pilar couldn't raise men enough in
still

But

there

all

Cavite to burst through his line before

we

could reinforce him.

There was

still

another hour

when 4

o'clock

chimed on the big Dutch clock that stood within the hallway. The staff had gathered on the
azotea overlooking the swirling Pasig and
list-

ened eagerly for the promised crash of mussketry
that

should announce Pilar's attack.
still

Five o'clock came and

no sound save the

plash of the waters on the pebbly shore, the tramp of the sentry on the stone flagging, the mournful howl of some homeless dog, and the
clicking

of the telegraph
office.
its

instrument in the
of Guad-

dimly lighted

The gray tower

alupe, perched on

height a thousand yards up

268

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

stream, began to loom against the faint rose
tint in the

eastward sky, and then somebody-

said

"Hark!"
rolling country to the south,
salient of
rifle

Far out over the
far over

beyond our

Cemetery Height
shots broke

a sputter and crackle of
the silence of the

upon
the

morning

air.

Then came

crash of a volley, the quick, spirited blare of a

bugle at San Pedro church, answering some
distant signal

from the right

front.
fire

Another
crackers.

volley and a far-away rattle as of

An

aide-de-camp sprang into saddle and went

clattering

up the road

to the knoll.

The

oper-

ator got a
single

nod from the General and flashed the word to his comrade at Guadalupe. There was a rapid buckling on of sword or pisthe group of officers at headquarters,

tol belts in

a pulling on of gauntlets and testing of saddle
girths, a

few

brief

then

silence.

words of instruction and Almost as suddenly as it began became fewer and
Pilar's
fainter,

the volleying out to the south had died away.

The

scattering shots

then ceased entirely.

grand attack was
staff

again postponed,

and

once more the

scrambled out to the azotea and gazed toward
Guadalupe.

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.
There against that flawless morning
slowly
rising
sky,

269

now

a glory of crimson and gold, a black cloud was

over
it

the

great

gray

tower.

Higher and higher

soared toward the heavens
stars
still

where some of the belated
in the vault of blue,

twinkled

and men gathered on the walls of San Pedro and hovered along the curving shore of the Pasig and watched with
their eyes.
all

windows on the westward side became hidden in murky smoke that billowed out from their deep embrasures, and all the big edifice seemed gradually to wrap itself in a veil of gloom that well nigh hid it from our sight. Then, all on a sudden, red and angry a tongue of flame leaped from the belfry, and almost at the instant others burst from the windows of the upper floor. The dense, black balloon-like mass that hovered over the doomed sanctuary took on a lurid glare, and far and near the Filipinos seemed to wake at the sight, and over on the opposite shore the Pariah dogs set up a howl as of woe and dismay. Then the lofty tower began to don a mantle of flame, and the corrugated iron roof, that had long withstood earthquake and typhoon, to crackle and curl, and all the time
the
like the

Then

popping of innumerable cartridges, the

27O

THE FATE OF GUADALUPE.

halls

dry bamboo that had been heaped in the various and rooms kept up an incessant fusillade,

audible

away back

at the trenches.

of the flames grew louder every

The roar moment and

presently crash after crash in the blazing interior told that stair and gallery and wooden beam were coming down, and that soon the great roof must give way and let out the pent up volume of fire. Then came a dull, booming

sound and the west end of the roof seemed to heave and expand and then to sink with stunning crash into the blazing abyss below. And now, indeed, a volcano burst against the lawn and a huge column of smoke and sparks and flaming fragments sailed upward into space, and then, down into the fiery depths, their

beams and supports eaten from under them, the consecrated bells of Guadalupe went thundering upon the stone pavement a hundred feet
below, the harsh clangor resounding over the
shouts of the soldiery lined up to welcome the
Californians as they

of them grimy with smoke.

came marching in, many Broad daylight

and the morning sunshine followed at their heels, showing only a smoking, seared and blistered ruin, its tower toppled to earth and only the massive walls left standing to tell of
Guadalupe's grandeur in the by-gone days.

THE MANILA WIRE.
It

and

all

was the morning of the 5th of February Manila was girdled with smoke and

flame.

From

the shores of the beautiful bay-

opposite the Bocano de Vitas at the north,

away around
and thence
soldiery

in

wide sweep across the Pasig

to old Fort

San Antonio Abad

at

the southern suburb, long lines of American

were

pitted against the opposing forces

of the Insurgent army, led by Aguinaldo's best

and bravest

generals.

For three months the

Filipinos had maintained a strict blockade, for-

bidding the soldiers of Uncle
outer limits of the city

Sam

to cross the

—a

jagged semi-circle

along which the Spaniards in the days of their

domination had
houses.

built a series of wooden block Fven when the Insurgents began

throwing up earthworks and planting guns
against the American position, their hostile

272

THE MANILA WIRE.

demonstrations were ignored, and to the very
last

our government persisted in treating the

"little

brown men"

as friends

and

allies.

As

early as the middle of

too evident that

December it was only armed attack was imminent.

All the same, orders required that Aguinaldo's
officers

be received with every courtesy and the
file

rank and

with kindness.

They came and

went within our

lines at their

own

free will.

Their soldiery, their

women and
American
their

children in

swarms would

visit the

outposts,

and

claim a share of the ample rations and profess

undying regard
canos."
rifles

Yet

in

"Amigos Amerihundreds of native homes
for
to

and ammunition were stored
the day of battle came, and

be used

against our wounded, our surgeons and nurses

when

some of the

convents and

many

of the churches proved to

be veritable arsenals.
these,

And

it is

about one of

the big stone church at East Paco, the

eastermost suburb of Manila, that there hangs

a story not soon to be forgotten by the

men

of

Anderson's Division of the Eighth Corps, a
story of heroism and devotion to duty that
well be

may

remembered by the youth of America.

Crossing the Estero de Paco by a massive

THE MANILA WIRE.
bridge of
street

273

stone,

the

Calle

Real

—the
It

main

passed within a few rods of the winof the church.

dows and towers
the travel and

was the
between

broad thoroughfare over which went most of

much

of the

traffic

Manila and the thronged towns and
the

villages

up

Pasig river and around the picturesque

Laguna de Bay. It was lined on both sides with houses whose lower story, at least, was of
stone,
solidly built to
resist the earthquakes,

sometimes so destructive

in this volcanic land,
tele-

and on

its

northern side were strung the
in

graph wires, two
house,

number, of the signal corps

of the army, connecting the outermost block

Number

Eleven, with the

field

head-

quarters of the general in

command

of the First

Brigade of the First Division of the American

army

of occupation, and with those of his su-

perior officers,

Major General Anderson and
Otis, within the walled city of

Major General
Manila.

With the early dawn of that lovely Sunday there came galloping along the hard-beaten
road a wiry
slender
little

Filipino pony, ridden by a

young

soldier in

brown khaki uniform.

From underneath

the curling brim of his drab

a

274
felt

THE MANILA
campaign hat a
pair'

WIRE.

of clear, dark

brown
Some-

eyes peered eagerly, searchingly along that line

of wire and up and

down every

pole.

times bending low in saddle, sometimes sitting
erect,

he was searching for any defect or dam-

age, for ever since four o'clock

Remington

bullets

had come whizzing

the front, sometimes striking

Mauser and in from the walls and

spattering flinty chips on every side, sometimes

glancing on the stony roadway with vicious
spat,

sometimes shattering the glass in the
the delicate

lamp-posts, or crashing through
seashells that,

framed

in little squares,

formed
the

the

windows of the

Filipino houses.

From

fact that the sentries at the bridge presented

arms as the young
that there

rider spurred along,

and

was a
the

single silver bar
it

on each dark
that, despite
officer

blue shoulder strap,
his youth,
first

was evident
rider

young

was an

lieutenant

—and

the device on the collar

was of the signal corps of He was a handsome felthe volunteer army.
told further that he

low,

with clear-cut,

regular

features,

dark,

wavy, brown hair and a face bronzed by tropic
suns but radiant with the health and spirit of
youth.

His form was supple and well

knit,

THE MANILA WIRE.
his shoulders broad, his chest deep, his

275

arms

and

legs long
"fit", as,

and sinewy.

He

looked emi-

nently

our English cousins would say,
officer in the lit-

and so thought more than one
tle

group

at brigade headquarters as

he came

loping into view, and
talion of Californians

many a man

in the batshelter

drawn up under
street.

of the stone walls of the cross

Only a

few minutes before two men of the First Idaho

had been shot
from saddle
general.
to

just in front of brigade head-

quarters where the

young signal officer sprang make his report to the adjutant
hand

"Lines

all

safe as yet, sir," he said, his
is

going up

in salute, "but the fire

pretty sharp

along the road and the sentries say there's
occasional shooting around them.
tell

where the

bullets

They can't come from now that it is

and the enemy uses smokeless powder. The Wyoming regiment is in reserve, by Genlight,

eral

Anderson's order, behind those buildings

across the bridge, and they say, too, that they

hear shots every

little

while."

An
down

ambulance driving rapidly came rattling
the street from the firing line at the east-

ern skirt of the village.

A

pale faced soldier,

276
his

THE MANILA WIRE.
arm
freshly bandaged, sat beside the driver,
soldier

and both

and

driver trembled with
in front

wrath and excitement as they drew up
of the building.

"We

were

fired at

from three of those nipa

huts up the road, right there this side of the

bend." said the driver, angrily, and then lower-

ing

his

voice:

"I've

got

two desperately

wounded men

inside, too."

Then a

hospital

corps soldier, springing from the step, corroborated the statement.
"I could see the 'niggers' in one shack aim-

ing at me," he said, "and the bullets flew close
as

that,"

and he whisked

his

hand back over

the shoulder, almost shaving his ear.

"The

General's over at Battery Knoll with

the guns,"

was the answer of the

chief of staff.

"There they go now!" he added, as with a roar and shriek the long shell leaped from the

brown muzzle and went tearing through space toward the Krupps in the river redoubt. Then
followed a distant crash

It

had burst just
can't get or-

above the hostile parapet.
ders to advance yet, and
to

"We

when we do he wants
telegraph. It's

you Communication must be kept by

follow us right up with your wire.

THE MANILA
as

WIRE.

277
to attempt to

much

as a man's life

is

worth

ride this street,

and

I

hate to send an orderly

with a message."

"Can you

leave

men enough
signal
it

to

guard the

line?" asked the

young

man, anxiously.

"They'll be cutting
wise."

in a

dozen places other-

"We
answer.

haven't got 'em," was the impatient

later the order must come Then every man will be needed at the front. They are calling for reinforcements The General eve.n now at Block House n. sent in two California companies and then rode over to Dyer's Battery. You might go to him

"Sooner or

to pitch in.

there, if

you

like.

He'll

want

to

know

this,

anyhow."
But, even as he spoke, up the street at sharp
trot,

followed by a single orderly, came the

brigade commander.
at the front

The

crash of musketry

and the cheers of the Californians

as they drove in through the ricefields to the

support of their comrades of the First

Wash-

ington had deadened the sound of the pony's
hoofs.
Silently, but with intense interest, the

General listened to the driver's story of the fire from the nipa huts on the skirts of the town,


278

THE MANILA WIRE.
it

and even before
his attention

was more than

half told, ex-

cited exclamations

among
down on

the soldiers called
his

away.

Lashing

pony

to top

speed and bending

his neck, front,

an orderly

came tearing

in

from the

running the

gauntlet between two rows of native houses

from which the sharp, vicious crack of the
Mauser, and the heavier report of the Remington could be plainly heard.

"Send a platoon

to thrash those fellows
!"

and

burn those huts at once

was the

instant order.

"Send a company back toward Paco church.

Did they

fire at

you from there ?" turning sudofficer.

denly on the signal

"I think so, sir," was the modest answer. "At least they fired several shots from somewhere close at hand."

"You'll have hard

work keeping your wires
you very much,
either.

up to-day,
fully,

my

lad," said the General, thought-

"and
all

I can't

help

But,

the same, I rely
sir,"

upon you."

"You may,
soldier

was

the answer, and the old

and the young shook hands and parted.

Two hours later came the longed-for order
"advance," and with crashing volleys and ringing cheers the

men

of California, Washington

THE MANILA WIRE.

279

and Idaho plunged through the muddy stream
at their front

and charged home upon the

in-

trenchments to the south and west of Santa

Ana, and then wheeling
Insurgent force
Pasig,
pell

to their left, drove the

mell to the banks of the

many

indeed drowning in their frantic

efforts' to

swim to safety on the farther shore. Meanwhile the extreme right of the brigade, in hot pursuit of the Insurgent reserve and rear

guard, drove on eastward along the highway,

overwhelming the enemy every time he strove to make a stand, and at last, worn and breathless,

halted for the night.

On

the back of a

pasteboard cartridge case their brave leader,
Colonel Smith, of the First California, wrote
to his

commander the
and sent

brief soldierly report of
it

their success,

back to Santa

Ana by
Ander-

galloping orderly.

"Wire
son,"

this

news

at once to General

was the order at headquarters, as the brigade commander turned his horse's head up the river road and spurred away for the extreme front. The wire was there already, so
had been the work of the signal corps, but when the operator touched his key a moenergetic

ment

later the line

was

lifeless

dead.

28o

THE MANILA WIRE.
!"

"Wire's cut
ing down
chief,

said he, briefly,

and went leap-

the stone steps in search of his
in another

young
lad in

and

moment
his

the

tall

brown khaki was lashing

pony back along

the corpse-strewn road to Paco.

Through a
way,
wire.

lane of blazing nipa huts he tore his

keenly scanning the

new strung

Over

the scarred Concordia bridge, where the battle

raged so hotly in the early morning, the nervy
little

racer

bounded

to the

Manila side and so

on down

the Calle Real between the smoulder-

ing ruins of the native huts, from which had

come
killed

that treacherous

fire

in

the rear that

and wounded

in the early

morning memthe

bers of the sacred band that served under the

protection of the
substantial

Red

Cross.

On past

more

homes of
deserted

the better class of the Fili:

pinos

all

now on

past the old head-

quarters,

given

over by this

time
still

to

the

wounded and
the sight of
shelter of

their surgeons;

on

another

block, with not a break in the line;

on

until

warning hands uplifted from the

shouts from

many a wall, the sound of warning many a brawny throat compelled
Dense volumes of

the officer to draw rein.

smoke and flame were pouring from the roof

1

THE MANILA WIRE.

28

and windows of the great church and convent in Paco Square. "And yet," said the soldiers
huddling in the shelter of the nearest building,
"there's a

gang of 'em

in the stone

tower the

flames can't reach, and they are firing at every

man

that

shows a head along the

street."

Peering through the murky
officer

veil,

the

young
at the
flat-

could dimly see other crouching forms

of blue-shirted soldiers firing

upward

tower window

—wasted

shots that only

tened harmless on the archway above the hidden

heads of the daring fellows that held the tower

and with
slits

their rifles
fire

poured through narrow

a deadly

on the roadway.

Over

at

Battery Knoll Captain Dyer had trained one of
his

guns

to bear

on that

lofty

little

fortress,

and

every

now and

then a shell came screeching

over the roofs and burst with crash and crackle
at the tower,
officer or

and

still

any attempt on part of

man

to run the gauntlet along that

road was met with instant crack of Mauser

and zip of

bullet.

It

was a lane of death

—but

Duty beckoned "For God's
lips

on.
sake, lieutenant, don't try it!"

yelled a sergeant, as with blazing eyes

and

set

the young signalman suddenly gave spur

282
to his pony.

THE MANILA WIRE.
The words
fell

unheeded, for in

another minute, despite a vigorous balk and
protest, the little beast

was urged

into a trot,

and, with his eyes on those precious wires, the

brave lad rode sturdily on.

Another second

and he was seen from the tower, barely two
hundred yards away, and then down came the
hissing bullets.

Like angry wasps they buzzed

past his ears, and the brave

hard and
on,

fast,

but

Duty

—Duty always

young heart beat led him
fire,

and

just a block away, under sharp
it,

every inch of

he came suddenly upon a

sol-

dier of his corps crouching in the shelter of

the stone wall at the roadside and pointing
helplessly to

where the severed wire hung,
tall

limp and useless, from a

pole close to the

abutment of that perilous bridge.

and one way only could
those

it

be

One way repaired. Some
very face of
If

one must climb that pole
lurking
rebels
in

in the

the

tower.

the

smoke hung low it might spoil their aim. If it lifted, and it was lifting now, he could not hope to escape, and yet that wire must be restored,

and Duty bade him make the
effort.

thrilling,

hazardous

Springing from saddle and

crouching at the wall, he made his hurried prep-

THE MANILA WIRE.
arations.

283

From

the nervous hand of his sub-

ordinate he took the clamps and the few tools
necessary, stowed
blouse,

them
with

in the pocket of his

and

then,

who knows what
his lips, with the

thought of home and mother, with who knows

what murmured prayer upon
eyes
of

admiring and applauding comrades

gazing at him from the safe refuge of the walls,
he sprang suddenly to the swaying pole and,
lithe

and

agile,

climbed swiftly to the top.

Madly now
belfry.

the

Mausers cracked from the
in blue sprang out to keep

Fiercely the Springfields barked their

answer as the cheering lads
into the open

and poured rapid volleys
fire.

down

the rebel

Clamping the pole with

his sinewy legs and using both hands, deftly,

quickly he drew together and firmly fastened
the severed ends.
to slide to the

Then, just as he was about

zip! tore a bullet

ground and out of harm's way, through the other wire, and
it fell

down, dangling,

to the ground.

Inspired

by the heroism of his

young

chief, the soldier

below leaped for the wire and, clambering part

way
teeth
top.

up, passed

it

to the lad

who, with clinched

and

pallid lips clung to his post at the
peril

Another minute of desperate

and

284
the

THE MANILA WIRE.
work was
soldiers

done. Cheered to the echo by the
officer

few

men
slid

—who

—an

and perhaps a dozen,
and
at

saw the gallant deed, the brave lad
to the shelter of the wall,

unharmed
wire

last the

hummed

with

life

again and bore

to division headquarters and to an eager nation

thousands of miles across the sea the
stirring story of

brief,

sweeping victory from the
exploit that led, not long

distant front.

And

that

was the

after, to the

recommendation that the coveted

medal of honor be awarded Lieutenant Charles
E. Kilbourne of the Volunteer Signal Corps

on duty

at Manila.

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.
Lieutenant Harry Weston was but a
trifle

over twenty-one the day he was graduated

from West Point, and the on reaching home was to
for

first
file

thing he did

his application

Companionship

in the Military

Order of

the Loyal Legion of the United States

by right
that,

of inheritance from his father.

Not only

but he had what his brother lieutenants of like

grade called the "gall" to ask a distinguished

major general of the regular army

—once the
to be his

commander of
corps of the

the crack division of the cavalry

Army

of the

Potomac

sponsor in baptism, and the General promptly
acceded.

"Your

father

was one of the
to
his son

best sol-

diers I ever
he,

had the honor
proud to see

command,"

said
to

"and

I

am

coming

take his place in the Order."

286

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.

Full of years and honors, Colonel

Weston
title,

had died twelve months before.
no delay
in

There was
in-

proving Lieutenant Harry's

and

at the

October meeting he was duly

and became proud possessor of the beautiful insignia to be worn on his full dress
stalled

uniform, and of the long coveted button to

adorn the

left lapel

of his civilian dress.

Envious fellow subs, whose fathers had not
fought in the great war for the preservation of
the Union, sought to
this

guy Harry Weston on
it all

button business, but he took

serenely.

He

sent to the troop tailor such of his coats,

old and new, as were not provided with a but-

ton hole in the

left lapel,

to

have them duly
he

finished in order that

when

in civilian dress

might never appear without the button of

which he was so justly proud. Then he
frock,

laid in a

stock of these buttons, so that his evening dress,

cutaway and tweed

suits should each be

sure of the adornment, and only smiled

when

Lieutenant
shirt

Bob Broker asked him

if

his night-

was not

to be similarly decorated.

Broker,

by the way, was of the opinion that Congress

had made a thundering blunder
the wearing of these medals and

in authorizing
all

such frum-

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.
pery.

287

It was utterly unrepublican, said he. It was an imitation of the effete monarchy system of the old world, by gosh. But then

Broker's people had contended themselves with
fattening on contracts during the
Rebellion,

War
to

of the

and they do not seem

have had

any

local habitation in the previous entangle-

ments of the nation.

Weston had

a neat

little

income outside

his

pay, for his soldier father had left
well to do in the world,

him

fairly

and another thing that

provoked the envious comment of just a few
of his associates was that, soon after joining
the troop, he set up a very well appointed dog
cart.

Broker said

it

was incomplete without
side.

the tiger behind and the girl by his

As

between the lady and the tiger Weston did not He had no use for the latter, long hesitate.
but
all

the girls in the garrison had their airing
cart.
It

on the

was

his intention to be very

general in his attentions,

He
all

wished to be

courteous and cordial to

without singling

any one

of their

number

as the object of espe-

cial devotion,

but these are matters far more

-often regulated for a fellow than by him.

And

so

it

happened to Weston.

288

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.
stationed that
first

They were

winter after

his graduation at a delightful old post in the

southwest, and tourists innumerable were ac-

customed

to stop there

and spend

several days

at the hotel,

whose broad verandas and plash-

ing fountains and sunshiny court were attractions in themselves, let alone the fact that the
table

was excellent, and, as per advertisement, "The afternoons and evenings are enlivened by
Cavalry and the presence of the accomplished

the music of the splendid band of the Twelfth

officers of that gallant

regiment."

It

was only
the

an hour's easy trot from the flag

staff of

garrison to that in front of the Alcazar.

The

guests of the hotel drove out to hear the band

and see parade
officers

at sunset at the post,

and the

and

ladies

from the post would drive
about the verandas,
if

in to hear the

same band and chat with the
stroll

same people and
if

they were elderly, or dance in the great parlors

they were not, until late hours every even-

ing.

Along
winter.
turn, Jr.,

in

March came

the gayest party of the

Mr. and Mrs. and

Minturn,

Jack

Min-

five of the prettiest girls ever

seen at the hotel or the fort beyond, and the


BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.
prettiest of these

289
Alen,
first

was

Stella

Van
sisters,

and they hadn't been there forty-eight hours before Mr. Harry Weston's cavalry uniform and Miss

cousin of the two Minturn

Van

Alen's exquisite Gothamite toilets were in
It

juxtaposition every afternoon and evening.

was a sight worth seeing to watch those two young people at waltz or two-step. It was prettier still to see them ride off together, for the New York girls had brought their habits, feeling well assured that "mounts" would not be lacking. Before the end of the week the two were inseparable, and Miss Van Alen's
girl friends

were teasing the
all,"

life

out of her.

"It
tested.

is

nothing at

she indignantly proI
is

"Mr. Weston and

are the best of
to
it

friends,

and

that's all there
in

or ever will

be."

That she was
her

love with him or he

with

was

something

she

indignantly

scouted.

Alas!

One

evening,

—the

evening before

they were to go on westward to the Pacific, a merry party drove out to the fort for a hop Never mind the to be given in their honor.
details of the hop.

Mr. Weston wore

civilian

evening dress instead of uniform that night,

29O

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.

as he had dined with the Minturns at the Al-

cazar before the dance began.

It

is

of the
tell.

homeward
was a

flitting that

we have

to

It

dark, moonless night,

and as people were

being bundled into the waiting carriages and

was Weston's dog cart, and Miss Van Alen, demure and silent, was
ambulances,
lo,

there

quickly lifted to her seat
beside her and

;

the lieutenant sprang

Mrs. Minup ium, chaperon, might have been supposed to
object,

away they went.

but she said nothing
style.

—This

perhaps

was army
It

was one o'clock when the party reached the Alcazar, and 1 :io before the dog cart came
flashing in under the electric light.

"Where

have you been?
the queries.

What

has kept you?" were

"Miss Van Alen's handkerchief flew away

and

I

was some time finding
"See you

it,"

was Weston's
the morning.

answer, as he lifted his silent partner carefully
to the ground.
all in

Good-night," he said and vanished.

And

then Miss

Van Alen

slipped by the

party and rushed for her room.

Thither

fol-

lowed her

cousins.
Stella, confess,"

"Now,

was Miss Minturn's

"


29I

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.
ejaculation, as with

beaming eyes and glowing

cheeks she caught her cousin by the elbows.

"Confess what?
confess?"

What on

earth have

I to

—or

"That you and Harry Weston are engaged
will

be

just as soon as Guardy's permis-

sion can be obtained."

"What nonsense
turn!

you're talking, Belle Min-

There's nothing between us beyond
jolly

beyond

good fellowship."

"There
minutes."

isn't?

And

yet you've

had your pre-

cious head on his shoulder within the last ten

to

What — an outrageous thing say! — have "Hush-sh— Stop right Don't
"Belle Minturn
I I
!

there, Stella.
is

tell

a

fib

when

the evidence

dead against you.

Come right here to the mirror and look and tell me what that means?" And "that" was a circular indentation in the
soft
its

and glowing cheek, with
all

little

folds within

periphery, and

just the exact imprint of

a Loyal Legion button.

And

then

Stella, confused,

confounded, but

blushingly and deliciously happy, threw herself
into her cousin's

arms and confessed out and

292
out.

BETRAYED BY A BUTTON.

Of

course they
settled

were engaged, only
that night,

it

had only been

and they

thought best to say nothing until after Harry

had seen Mr. Minturn

in the

morning.
to

However,

girls,

if

you prefer not
it

be

caught in this way, better see to

that your

Harry
or else

takes that button out for the time being

—you take the other

side.

GENERAL CHARLES KING.

GEN. CHARLES KING.

First meetings with novelists are often dis-

appointing.

The

failure

of

the maker

of

stories personally to fulfill the expectations of

the interested layman,

is

.

probably most fre-

quently due to the fact that the latter has, in

some measure, imputed
ities

to the creator the qual-

of the creation, unconsciously looking to

find in the novelist the

charms with which he
character in the

has invested

some

striking

pages of his romance.

No

such disappointment,

however,

awaits

any reader of Gen. King's stories
brated
soldier-novelist.

who may
traits

be

fortunate enough personally to meet the cele-

The

best

of

character in the bravest heroes which he has

pictured in his marvelous stories of frontier
chivalry, are instantly to be discerned in his

294
face

GEN. CHARLES KING.

by the stranger who has
military; side of
it

lived with the

heroes of his creating.

The
is

Gen. King's character
is

so

dominant that

difficult to realize,

while in his presence, the fact that he belongs
to the literary cult.

He
way

looks a soldier, and

he

is

a soldier.

If

anything can be added to
of bringing the per-

this description "by

sonality
reader,
act of

more
it

vividly before the eyes of the

may

be said that the most stirring

heroism described in any story he has
is

written
soldier.

more than
it

paralleled

by his

life as

a

The

records have

that Gen.

King was born
is

fifty-five

years ago, but there

not a line in

his countenance or his figure

which would ap-

pear remotely to confirm this statement.
is erect,

He

active

and

alert,

and

is

more frequently

thought to be under forty-five years of age than
over
fifty.

No

observant stranger

who chanced

to pass

him upon the street would fail to recognize him as a military man. He is to-day as fond of athletic sports as when he was a
leader of his associates in the stirring pastimes
into

which he entered with

all

the dash, energy
soldier

and devotion of a potential

when

in

GEN. CHARLES KING.
training at

295.

West

Point.

Although he

still

maintains an unfaltering loyalty to the horse,

and
is

is

never so happy as

when

in the saddle,

he

an enthusiastic wheelman.

The
water

old saying that blood
is

is

thicker than

strikingly exemplified in the character

of Gen. King.

And

it

is

scarcely possible to

understand his individuality or to account for
the remarkable versatility of his gifts without

a glance at the sturdy American stock from

which he

is

descended.

His great-grandfather
first

was Hon. Rufus King, one of the
distinguished line of

of the

statesmen which

New

York has sent to the United States Senate. The name of this ancestor of the soldier-author is
signed to the Constitution, and his services in
assisting to frame that historic document,
in shaping the destinies of

and

New York
gifts

State

from the foundation of that commonwealth,
were recognized by the highest which the
twice se-

Empire State could bestow.

He was

lected as Minister of the United States to England.

Charles King, grandfather of the sub-

ject of this sketch,

was

one of the

earliest

presidents of Columbia College, and recognized

296

GEN. CHARLES KING.

as a bright scholar of rare intellectual gifts and

attainments.

In the father of Gen, King were found the
military and the scholarly traits which obtain
in his son, for

Rufus King, the second, was
His

both a miltary and an intellectual leader.

rare qualifications in the latter field were rec-

ognized by his appointment as Minister to the

Rome, a position demandendowments of personal tact, poise and grace, together with ripe culture and a broad knowledge of affairs. On the occaPontifical States at

ing

peculiar

sion of his departure for this important post

the Civil

War

broke out.
his

Mr. King immedi-

ately resigned

appointment and retraced

his steps to Wisconsin,

where he

assisted in

the organization of Wisconsin's Brigade.

He was among
was
also proprietor

the

first

of President Lin-

coln's appointments as Brigadier-General.

He

and editor of the Milwau-

kee Sentinel, and wielded a strong influence
in the politics of Wisconsin.

The

great Inin

dian apostle,

John

Eliot,

was the head,

America, of the distinguished family of which
Gen. Charles King's mother was a member.

With

so remarkable an ancestry,

it

does not

GEN. CHARLES KING.

297

appear strange that Gen. King has reached a high place as soldier, author and scholar.

His

first

plunge into soldier

life

was made
been in

when

a lad of sixteen years.

He had

New York
tory or

City in attendance at the prepara-

school connected with Columbia College, and had just passed his examination admitting

grammar

him to the

latter institution,

when
his

the whole country

was

thrilled

by the

echo of the guns at Fort Sumter.

Instantly

dreams of college days were forgotten, and

before another day had passed, after the Union
troops had begun to assemble in Washington,
his soldier blood was bounding in his veins and he was on his way to the Capitol city. There his father's old friends from the Badger

State were surprised to greet the face of the

boy
It

in the

camp of

the Wisconsin volunteers.

was plain to these veterans that the lad had not come from idle curiosity, for his drumsticks were in his hand and his fingers itching
to play the reveille.

This accomplishment im-

mediately gave him place and standing in the
regiment, and he was kept busy for some time
instructing others in the use of the drumstick.

He

speedily

became a favorite

at

headquar-

298
ters

GEN. CHARLES KING.

and was promoted,
in

in spite of his

extreme

youth, to the position of
early
his

mounted
as

orderly,

and

active

career

a

soldier

served

as

guide
in

for

Gen.
In

Winfield
the

Scott

Hancock
his

Virginia.

course

of

service

the

lad's

abilities

were brought
of

to

the

personal

attention
his

President

Lincoln,

who gave

promise that the boy
at

West Point. In pursuance of this pledge he was sent to the United States Military Academy at West Point, in June, 1862, was made first Sergeant of Company B two years later, and Adjutant
should be given a cadetship
of the Corps of Cadets in 1865.

An
by
his

old companion has said of him, that in

those days of his training he was distinguished

sunny temper and the

fact that, contrary

to the prevailing usages of the school, he never
failed to

have a good word for the down-trodas

den "plebe," and that he hated mathematics
as ardently

he loved rollicking fun and

reckless sport.
It
is

evident, however, that
his dislike

he must have

mastered

for

mathematics, as he

was graduated with the rank of Number 22 (Only in a class of more than forty members.

)

GEN. CHARLES KING.

299

one of his classmates has thus far
notable distinction.

won any
an
at-

This was the brave Willlost his life in

iam Preston Dixon, who
tempt to save a helpless
Until September,

woman

at the time the

steamer Evening Star went down.
1866,

King remained
become

at
in
at-

West Point
artillery.

in the capacity of instructor
left this

He New

position to

tached to Battery
tioned at

K

of the light artillery sta-

Orleans.
to Fort Hamilton, in

His next remove was

connection with Battery C.
called to

Then he was

re-

West Point

to instruct future officers

in the mysteries of

horsemanship and cavalry

and

artillery tactics.
1

In

87 1 he was appointed aide-de-camp

to

General Emory,
ferred to

from which he was trans-

Troop

K of the Fifth
to

Cavalry, which

was then being removed from Fort D. A. Russel

in

Wyoming,

Camp

Hualpai, Arizona.

How
staff

great a part his stay in

New
he

Orleans on
little

duty was to play

in his life

knew,

when he

accepted the transfer as an incident
It is

in the uncertainties of military life.

now

almost impossible to realize the social ostracism

300
to

GEN. CHARLES KING.
officers of the

which

Federal

Army

were

then subjected in the gay old city of the South.

His engaging manners, however, were
cient to

suffi-

win for him a

circle of select friends

with
these

whom

he was well content.

Among
gentle-

was the daughter of a Southern

man, Capt. Yorke, of Carroll Parish, Louisi-

They had not long been acquainted when the young officer learned that no representative of the American army had entered
ana.

the great international race which was that

year the star event at the old Metairie track.

This opportunity appealed to his patriotism,

and he instantly decided
fender in the contest

to

become the deUnited
States

of

the

Army.
art,

His opponents were Count Victor Mr. Stuof

Crenneville, of the Austrian Hussars,

of

England,

Captain

Rosenlecher,

France, and Mr. Ross, late of the Inniskilling

Dragoons,

who

rode for Ireland.

The

prize

was a beautiful gold-mounted riding whip, but the young Yankee lieutenant determined to

make

the race for a greater stake than any of

the spectators knew.

From thousands

of parasols in the gay as-

semblage fluttered the scarlet and white colors

GEN. CHARLES KING.

3OI

of Austria, the red and blue of England, and
the green of Ireland, but the skyblue and white
jacket which Lieutenant

King wore

in

honor

of Columbia were not to be found in the whole

concourse, save by

the

most diligent

search.

Only two of the spectators, the wife of Gen. Emory and Miss Yorke, had the pluck to fly the colors of the American contestant. But races are not won with ribbons, and at
the end of the homestretch Lieut. King's horse

was the winner by two
not
fail

lengths.

And

he did

of his larger stake, for he placed the

whip

in the lap of the girl

from Carroll Parish,
brought
turbulent

who became
winter

his

wife before the succeeding

—a

season

which

scenes to the quaint old Southern city which was rent with riots that gave the young officer severe

and

difficult training.

His next move was an important one, and afforded him his introduction to the perils and
hardships of frontier

Indian

warfare.

He

was

assigned to the Fifth Cavalry in

command

of Troop K, which did heroic service against the Apaches, a tribe which sustained its reputation for cruelty, cunning

and courage.

In

these

desperate

encounters

he displayed the

302

GEN. CHARLES KING.

coolness and indifference to danger which have

uniformly characterized
career.

his

entire

military

In the fight

at

Diamond
was

Butte,

May

25,

1874, his bravery

so conspicuous that his
to the

recommendation for promotion
captain
It

rank of
general.

was made by the commanding
to his

was a marvel
no private

comrades that he came
ranks exposed himself

out of one fight after another without a scratch,
for
in the

more

persistently to

the

enemy

that did the

leader of

Troop K. There were many

doleful

prophecies that
bullets could not

this

exemption from Apache

continue indefinitely, and the historic fight of

Sunset Pass, November

i,

1874, fulfilled these

unhappy
Sergeant

predictions.

In the midst of the en-

counter Lieutenant

King found himself and
off

Bernard Taylor cut

from
fire

his

troopers and the centre of a wicked

from

the Apaches.

It

is

not improbable that this
its

country would have missed one of
tertaining and
typically

most ennovelists,

American

had not a naked savage, hiding behind a rock,
sent a well-aimed bullet into the

body of Lieu-

tenant King.

His right arm was shattered

GEN. CHARLES KING.

3O3

and he gave peremptory order to Sergeant Taylor to leave him to his fate and save himself.

.This

command

the plucky Sergeant de-

liberately refused to obey,

and standing over
Taylor fought

the

body of

his fallen lieutenant,
until a

back the Apaches
ers

detachment of troop-

came

to the rescue.

The wound
to

healed sufficiently to permit him

engage

in the celebrated

Big Horn and Yel-

lowstone expedition, in which he added materially to his laurels,

and was rewarded by

Gen. Wesley Merritt by appointment as adjutant of the regiment.

A

year

later,

in the

fall

of 1877, he was

again in the thick of the

Nez Perces campaign,

and was

earlier called to the scene of the rail-

road riots in Council Bluffs and Chicago. His next experiences were in connection

with the Bannock uprising. This was followed by more severe mountain scouting in

Next year he had attained the rank of Captain, and was in command of A Troop.
1878.

The
in

old

wound

received at Sunset Pass had,

time,

given him constant and increasing
at length

trouble, and
it

became so serious that
appear
before
the

compelled

him

to

3°4
retiring

GEN. CHARLES KING.

board

for

permission

to

relin-

quish his active military career.
tion

This petire-

was regretfully complied with, and he tired from the service and returned to

his

home

in

Wisconsin.
affairs

His knowledge of military

brought

him an appointment
versity of Wisconsin
also selected

as instructor in the Uniat

Madison.

He was

by Governor Jeremiah Rusk to and Aide-de-Camp
in the state

act as Colonel

military organization.

In 1895 he was appointed Adjutant-General
of Wisconsin, and in that capacity did

much

to

raise the militia of that state to its present

high

standard.

The outbreak

of

the

war with
stirred his

Spain in 1898 found him in better health than

he had enjoyed for
volunteers in '61.

many

years,

and

soldier blood as deeply as did the first call for

May

28th brought him his

appointment as Brigadier-General of Volunteers.

He was
city

ordered, June 2nd, to report to
left for

Gen. Me/ritt, in San Francisco, and
that

two days

later,

taking

later

de-

parture for the Philippines, where he com-

manded

the

men

of

the

First Washington,

First California

and First Idaho regiments.

o o o o
D

O

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GEN. CHARLES KING.

305

Gen. King confesses that he was never so
in his life as

happy

when

leading- these
is

men
that

against the Filipinos.
the return of
ill

His only regret

health compelled his voluntary
1899.

retirement in August,

When

chatting

with

callers, in his

room on

the third story of

one of the oldest

office

buildings in Milwaukee,

Gen. King resolutely refuses to be entrapped
into a literary conversation,

and invariably

re-

turns with soldierly enthusiasm to the topic of
the

war

in the Philippines,

and grows eloquent
however,

in the praise of the

conduct of his "boys" from
of the
latter,

the Northwest.

Many
if

have brought back

stories of their

commander
than
those

more

enthusiastic,

possible,

which he

relates of them.

They

tell

of

how he
his

thrice passed at the

head of a portion of

command

over a certain bridge which marked
the

the division between
Filipino forces.

American and the
is

How
by a

great

the marvel that
is

he came out of the engagement untouched,
best

indicated

photograph which the
is

writer found lying on his desk, and which

published in connection with this

article.

A

glance at this picture will show
of the
structure
is

that the side

literally

pitted

by

bullet

306
marks.
It

GEN. CHARLES KING.

was

in the

midst of this hailstorm

of lead from the insurgent

ambush

that Gen.

King passed over
his

the bridge; three times he
fire,

deliberately subjected himself to this

while

men were

well-nigh speechless with amaze*-

ment.

A

private

who

witnessed this superb

display of courage remarked to an

American
will

newspaper correspondent:

"That man
is

never see the United States again."

On

a shelf in Gen. King's workroom

the

worn and
holes
is

battered field-desk which he has car-

ried through his campaigns.
to be
in

In

its

pigeon-

found the secret of his marvelous
writing.

accuracy

A

half

dozen

small

blank books of the ordinary commercial kind
are
filled

with entries, written in a minute, but

legible hand.

These record the occurrences of

each day of his active, honest service, and present concisely but vividly the impressions

made

upon
His
is

his

mind

at the

moment by

the stirring

scenes through which he has passed.
first

work when beginning a new novel
these
is

to

consult
if

priceless

records.

It

is

doubtful

there

another author

who com-

poses more rapidly than Gen.

King when once

he

is

inspired

by a sympathetic theme,

GEN. CHARLES KING.

7>°7

traditions,
field

While he emphatically disavows all literary and declares that his labors in this
are inspired solely by the motive of "mak-

ing one

woman happy" and

giving his son and

daughters an education which would be impossible

by any other means within

his

command,

the strong

human

interests,

the swift move-

ment, and the delicate sympathy and tender

pathos of his stories are
fact that his
interest,

sufficient

proof of the

work
riot

is

done with a genuine heart
dif-

and

as a perfunctory task.

His methods of work are undoubtedly
ferent

from those of

all

other authors.

After

a perusal of his note-books he writes his pages
in a short

hand of

his

own and
is

reads his stories

into a

phonograph which

passed to an operatranscribes the recsheets are then re-

tor of the typewriter,

ord

of the cylinder.

who The

turned to Gen. King for revision, but the dictated

manuscript

is

seldom changed to any

great extent.

"Between the Lines"
Double"
are

and the "General's
favorites

Gen.

King's

of

the

scores of stories
lic.

which he has given to the pub-

His first story was "Kitty's Conquest," was written in the '70s. Its production and

30&

GEN. CHARLES KING.

was then regarded by its author as a passing whim, a pastime to relieve the monotony of an
officer's life

of a frontier post.

This was pubPhil-

lished in the United Service

Magazine of

adelphia,
attention.
officer's

and immediately attracted favorable

The manuscript was

carried in the

luggage through the Nez Perces and
being

the Sioux campaigns, and shared the fate of

many

another

first literary effort in

re-

spectfully declined

by one or two

editors.

This

initial

story

was followed
first

in 1881

by

the stirring romance

"Winning His Spurs," but later issued in book-form as "The Colonel's Daughter." Then Mr. Alden, the
called

venerable

editor

of

Harpers'

Magazine,

reached out for the work of the young military
novelist

and secured the charming

stories,

"A

War-Time Wooing" and "Between
It is

the Lines."

generally supposed that the originals of
all

nearly

Gen. King's heroes were

men

of the

famous old Fifth Cavalry, but

this

may

be

denied on the authority of the author.

Only

two or three of

his characters

were suggested
Philippines,

by the members of that command. When called to the war in the

Gen. King was about to join his wife, son*and

GEN. CHARLES KING.
daughters in Europe.

3O9
is

The son Rufus

now
The

seventeen years of age, a bright, manly lad,

and the centre of
daughter Elinor

his father's ambitions.
is

the third of his children,

and a

girl of rare

beauty and attractiveness.
glimpse of the
is

A
a

fitting conclusion to this

soldier-novelist

and

his career

a reference to

communication

sent

by

Major-General
This

Thomas M. Anderson
dated

to the Adjutant-General
is

of the armies of the United States.

March

I,

1899, and

recommends the pro-

motion of Brigadier-General Charles King to
the rank of Major-General of Volunteers as a

reward for "energy, bravery and
battle

efficiency" in

during the engagement with the Filipino
5,

insurgents, February

1899.

THE END.

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