Omaha daily bee., 1899-11-05

herself. she must drive, she must see Will
Gray.
But the instant she re-entered the house
Mrs. Garrison knew that during her brief alb
sence some new trouble had come. Good
heavens. could she never leave Nitas side
| that harm did not befall her? At the head
| of the broad flight of stairs stood her
brother-in law, a black frowu on his brow.
Go in and do what you can for her." he
briefly said. Il thought-she'd be glad to
know that-that-felow would trouble her
| no more"
THAT fellow?" she gasped. "You
mean"
| 81 mean-yes-Latrobe-k and buried
whole week ago."
And you told her!'' she cried, clinching
her little hands in impotent wrath. YOU
brute!'
| Another week rolled by. The tide Of battle
had swept inland and northward and all
eyes were on the plucky advance Of Mac
Arthur's strong division, while far out to
the south and east the thinned and depleted
| lines of Anderson held an insurgent force
| that forever menaced but dared not attack.
| Tho Primeval Dudes, sorely missing their
calmly energetic colonel, had drfted into a
war of words with their nearest neighbors
|
gifted with great command of language and
small regard for style The latter had
crowed nightly over their more vigorously
disciplined comrades because Of the compli-
ments bestowed on them In an official report,
| wherein the Dudes received only honorable
mention. 1t was Captain Stricken OF the
| volunteers who had led the dash on the
rebel works across the Tripa to the left OF
Blockhouse IL. 1t was their Sergeant Finney
who whacked a Filipino major with the butt
of his Springfield and tumbled out of him
the batch OF reports and records that gave
the numbers and positions OF every unit OF
Pillars division on the southwark zone 1t
was their Corporal Norton who got the
Mauser through the shoulder just as, fore
most in the rush, he bayoneted the last
Tagal at the Krupp guns in the river re-
doubt. 1t was his devoted bunky, Private
Latrobe, who volunteered to carry the di-
vision commanders dispatch across the open
rice field and the yawning bitches that sepa-
rated the staff from the rest OF the charging
-teenth, and who died gloriously in the rush
on the rebel works. Man after man Of the
woolly westerners had been referred to b,
name, while the Dudes had nothing to show
but their wounded colonel's modest repor;
that where every officer and man appeared
|, to do his whole duty 1t would be unjust tC
make especial mention OF even a limited
few" The Dudes were getting hot over tn,
, taunts of the 'Toughs," as some one had mis-
named their neighbors, and one night, whel
, there was more or less interchange Of pointet
/, chaff in lieu OF fight with a common foe
: there was heard shrill voice from the fianl
, ! OF the rife pit nearest the westerners, AM
what 1t said was repeated in wondermen
over the brigade before the Dudes were an
other day older.
y "Well. dash your thievin' gang! We mad
:, :, our record for ourselves, anyhow. We didn
y have to rely on any dashed deserters fror
= the regulars-as you did"
And that was why Sergeant Stern
: of the Dudes was sent for by the feel
u officers OF both regiments the FOL
= lowing morning and bidden to ex
u plain. which he did in few words He wa
p ready to swear that the wounded Corpori
o Norton was the very same young man b
u saw in the adjutant's office of the -teent
II regulars at Camp Merritt, and was the
% called Morton. And that evening the We
y eran sergeant major of the -teenth was bic
i den to report at the reserve hospital
II Ermita, close to the Malate line was cor
y Quoted to the bedside OF a pallid youu
10 soldier whose ticket bore the name of MOI
Q. ton. and was asked to tell whether he hs
Of ever seen him before.
Ut 81 have, sir" said the veteran, sadly ar
IN gravely. He is a deserter from Il
w -teenth. His name on our rolls was Mo
TX ton" And that night Colonel Armstror
Ir. osbled to "Primste," New York. the sing
ik word Found" Nor was 1t likely the Il
" would soon be lost again, for sentry wi
rs fixed bayonet stood within ten feet of b