Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1899-12-20

adventure Of the previous day. She
had not been at the Preside week
and yet she pervaded it. She had never
thought of such thing as the Red
Cross until she found it the center OF
the social armament after her arrival
at San Francisco, and here she was,
the last conner, the foremost cmost for
ward" think some one described IT.
in their circle at one Of the most prom
inent tables, absorbing much Of the
attention, most of the glory, and none
of the fatigue that should have bean
equally shared by all.
"Adios!" she gayly cried, as the AS
sembly" rang out, loud and clear, ana
waving their hands and raising their
caps, the officers hastened to Join their
commands. "Adios, till we meet in
Manila"
do you really think Of going to the
Philippines, Mrs. Garrison9" queried
much older looking, yet younger wom-
an. why, we were told the general
said that none of his stan would DO
allowed to take their wives"
"Yet there are othersl" laughed Mrs.
Garrison, waving dainty handkerchief
toward the troops now breaking into
column of twos and slowly climbing the
stage. "Who would want to 60 with
that blessed old undertaken? Good
by-bon voyage, Geordie," she cried,
blowing q kiss to the lieutenant at the
head of the second troop, youth who
blushed and looked confused at the at
tention thereby centered upon him and
who would fain have shaken his fist
rather than waved the one unoccupied
hand in perfunctory reply. "When I
go I'll choose ship with band and
broad decks, not any such cramped old
canal boat as the Portland"
"Oh! I thought perhaps your hus-
band" began the lady, obviously, but
with a significant glance at the silent
faces about her.
"Who? Frank Garrison7 Heavensl
haven't known what it was to have Q
husband-since that poor dear boy
went on stan duty" promptly answered
the diminutive center Of attraction. Q
merry peal Of laughter ringing under
) the dingy archway of the long, long
I, roof. "Why, the Portland has only one
stateroom in it big enough for band
box, and Of course the general has u
have that, and there isn't deck WHERE
! one couple could turn slow waltz. No
! indeed! wait for the next fotilla, when
3 our fellows go, bands and al. ThsI
we'll see."
"But surely, Mrs. Garrison, we ar,
> told the war department has positivel,
forbidden officers wives from going OF
the transports'-again began her in
terrogator, a wistful look in her tire,
9 eyes. 81 know I'd give anything to joi,
: Mr.. Dutton."
"The war department has to take OF
: ders quite as often as 1t gives them
8 Mrs. Dutton. The thing is to know hov
q to be of the order giving side. oh, joy!'
4 she suddenly cried. Here are tn
s Primes and Amy Lawrencs-then tn
e regiments must be comingl And there
+ Stanley Armstrong;"
: Far up the westward street the dia
q tant roar of voices mingled with th
4 swing and rhythm and crash Of martis
y music. Dock policemen and soldiers O
d guard began boring wide lane throug
J. the throng of people on the pier. Ahug
n black transport ship lay moored alon
g the opposite side to that on which til
J. guns and troopers were embarked, an
d for hours bales, boxes and barrels ha
IT been swallowed up and stored in he
a. capacious depths until now, owe
a. against the tables of the Red Cros
he there lay behind a rope barrier, tau
II stretched and guarded by line Of ser
ID tries, an open space close under IL
st side of the greater steamer and b
le tween the two landing stages, plaes
in fore and aft. By this time the mort
y tide of the broad pier was Uttered wit
a. the inevitable relics of open air luncl
Is ing, and though busy hands had bee
m at work and the tables had bee
ID cleared, and fresh white cloths wel
in spread and everything on the tabl,
he began again to look fair and invitin
" the good fairies themselves looked al
" ance at their bestrewn surrounding
he "Oh, If we could only move everythir
to bodily over to the other side," wailt
ae Madam President, as from her pert
i'd on stack of Red Cross boxes abe su
~ veyed that coveted stretch Of clean, u
ed hampered flooring.
70 "And why not?" chirruped Mrs. Go
he rison, from similar perch, q tier or "
ST. higher. "Here are men enough to mo
RE mountains. All we have to do 10 to q
he the word"
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