The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-04-06

dark to make out the features Of the
wearer.
Lyman walked calmly on, oblivious to
the call.
Go back, there. Cubano," yelled the
guard, lifting his gun, 'or I'll shoot
Still ignorant of his danger and with
| no thought that the angry call was
| meant for him. Lyman proceeded on
his way. Then the -Jorgensen went
off and so did the big hat.
whoa up!" exclaimed Lyman, COM
ing to dead halt. "Who did that?'
II did, replied the guard, who came
| rushing up. II saw that hat, and I
yelled to you to stop. Amt you an in
surgent?'
NO" said Lyman, picking up the hat
with hole through the crown, II amt;
I'm a Newspaper man. Who the devil
| are your
I'm guard from the First cavalry"
volunteer"
yes"
I'm glad Of that"-looking carefully
ait the hole. "If you'd been regular
you'd probably have got me. Good
night
And with as little concern as though
he had been stopped by a friend on
Broadway, Lyman passed on to his
| tent.
Then came the yellow fever General
Miles gave orders to burn up every
| thing in Siboney that was combustible,
and as this included nearly everything
but the yellow fever itself, Lyman was
left somewhat lonesome figure. The
wounded were hurried on board trans
ports and shipped to the United States
and two days after the epidemic broke
out the "headquarters' was the only
| tent standing over which doctors did
not preside. But Lyman stuck to his
post, and saw that the news was han
died every day to the best possible ad-
| vantage. ,.N
Better get out of this" the doctors
said to him. Twelve men have died of
| fever since morning, and the nurses are
| breaking down. You're sure to get 1t If
you stay, and there'll be no one to look
| after you"
Lyman shook his head
| Colonel Diehrs staff grew RAPIDLY
smaller about this time, too, but he Of
fered to release all who wanted to leave.
| Lyman didn't bulge. Two or three died
| in tents adjoining his. and he helped to
bury them-after which he. fixed his
| copy. Supplies grew scarce and the
| doctors grew discouraged. but the
| headquarters kept open all the time,
with cheerful, patient, brave and
| long suffering man smiling on the inside
| of it, Finally Santiago surrendered and
| the news was rushed to Siboney.
Glad to hear it," said Lyman I'm
not feeling very well to-day, and if you
boys can get your stuff off from the city
! direct, believe I'll take a rest"
One of the doctors who heard him
| turned away, and gravely shook his
head.
| I'm afraid he will take a rest" he
said simply, and for long time"
A week later Lyman caught a boat
from Port Antonio to New York, went
to his home at 81 Columbia Heights,
shook hands with his friends and died
He died as bravely as he had lived, and
no soldier who sleeps beneath the sod of
| San Juan or Ell Caney deserved a SOL
diers burial more than he. In the great
Valhalla. where heroes gathers I know
| that he has his seat about their board,
| and l know they, with knowledge far
| beyond our own, welcomed him in
| toast whose like greets the souls of few.
! 1t was rousing bumper such as men
| drink to men-a clasp of hands that,
handling sword or pen, handled them
bravely and without guile to the end.