The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-10-02
STORIES FROM MANILA.

Scene-Dining room of a nipa hut.
Aguinaldo and staff officer are dis
covered in earnest conversation. En-
ter the imperial cook.
Aguinaldo (smiling)-Ah, Centavos,
why so mournful a face? What have
we today for the midday feast?
Cook-I regret, o pFesidente, to say
that our larder sadly needs repienish-
ment. At present We have nothing but
-ice.
Aguinaldo-What, no mangoes, no
Incompatible juices of the cocoanut,
no hauneh from one of my fatted cara
baos? Yet bring ON the rice, Centavos.
l know Of nothing more succulent.
Thank heaven, we have none of the
Yankee embalbed beef TO breed disaf-
lection and cramps among our troops.
exit cook, returning shortly with a
bowl of rice. Aguinaldo seats himself
at the board Staff officer remains
standing)
Aguinaldo-How fare our troops to-
day?
Staff oficer-Grandly. presidente
! Each man hath a gourd Of water and
rice enough for a twenty mile journey.
| At Bayawaga there is much powder
and bullets.
Aguinaldo-That is cheering news.
And how far have my valiant ones
drawn back from the Yankee pigs since
the dawn?
S. O.-Twenty miles, presidente. They
came upon us in such hordes this
morning that behind every tree stump
l saw pale face? In indignation l
withdrew my troops.
A.-You did well, o trusted chief.
This has been a glorious day. In one
thing l am like the Yankee Washington
in the skill and frequency of my re-
treats. Almost at times l would think
we were brothers had he not belonged
to the hated brood of pigs.
(Enter a second staff officer, breath
lessly).
! S. S. O.-Haste, presidente, the Yam
KEGS are approaching.
A.-Santa Marial Twelve hours have
I tasted and my rice untouched. These
carrion have nc sense of honor. Twice
this day bullets have sung close to my
presidential ears. BY the sacred sign
of the katapunan, Mac and Mark shall
hear of this.
(Report of firing heard from the dis
tance).
But this is no time to temporize. For
ward and cheer my troops. I go to
! Bayawaga with the news. By Dios, my
people shall not be left unwarned.
ca bullet strikes the roof of the nipa
hut.
Orderly, saddle my trusty palfrey.
Il
| Cavite ancestors, this firing grows trop-
/ lean. Centavos! (calling) Centavos!
| All, no answer. The craven has fled in
the hour of my need.
| (Enter orderly, making swift salaam)-
| O.-The caballo is ready, o presi
dente.
A.-Good, my trusted brave. You
/ BY Dios, they talk of the Yankee pig
/ Sheridans ride. I'll do a ride today
! that will make his gallop to Winchester
| look like turtle race.
! exit Aguinaldo. Sounds of gallop-
| ing hoofs in the distance.)
! Lieutenant Ray Naylor has knife
with a history. 1t isn't the bolo which
! touched the swelled breast of General
Luna, defunct, and it did not carve
the Drowned form of Aguinaldos tur-
: key at Christmas. But on its shining
blade is written with the fairy fingers
of Cupid the romance of a Tagalo car
omata driver and his mestiZza sweet
heart
In the days before the Americanos
arrived on the shores of Luzon the love
affairs of Gayla prospered. Often his
caromata stopped in front of the til
enda, where the brown-eyed Victoriana
served goblets of the dulcet vino to
thirsty wayfarers. When the caromata
was forced to rumble by Gayla could
deliver an undulating salaam, signifi-
cant of the depth of his ardor.
But when the Americanos arrived
they drank copiously at Victorianas
| tienda. Incidentally they flirted with
Gayla's sweetheart, and she smiled be-
cause the faces of the Americanos were
white and beautiful. So Gayla's love
dream faded and hatred grew in his
heart.
One day as Gayla's caromata was
passing the tienda an Americana was
! talking Familiarity with Victoriana and
his arm was around her 1.-THE waist.
The caromata stopped and a second
later Gayla dashed through the door
way. A knife was clasped in his right
hand. 1t swung out with an agile
movement as Victoriana screamed and
the point was aimed not for the soldier
but at the bosom of his sweetheart. The
soldier caught his arm in time to save
her from the knife thrust Gayla went
/ to the Quartet guardhouse and stayed
there several days and the soldier kept
the knife. The hero was proud of his
: proves, and upon a day, as an es-
pecial mark of his esteem, he gave
/ Lieutenant Naylor the story and the
knife.
! A recruit came over from Louisiana
the veterans bent his dignity suffi-
GENTLY to notice the rookie he pro-
pounded the usual question:
Have you seen the wrecks?" he said
! looking across the bay at the rusting
smokestacks of Montejo's fleet
Have seen the Rex? Well, I guess
yes. I'm from New Orleans. Where
did you have an idea I came from, the
Everglades"
Admiral Dewey was in the habit of
driving around to different parts of the
line after the advance on Feb. and g.
One of his visits brought him to- the
Deposito, where two Utah detachments
were in charge of pair OF gatling
guns.
Who has charge of these guns 20.
asked the admiral.
I Corporal Hansen, as the man of the
occasion, answered that they were
manipulated by gun crews of the Utah
artillery.
The admiral looked gratified. "a
splendid organization said Mr. Dewey.
Il have heard some very good reports
of the Utah men,
WELL" replied Hansen, 81 hat done
my best SIR
A. NICHOLSON.