Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-11-04

unteers who had led the dash on the rebel
WORKS across the Tripa TO the left Of
D!OckhOuSe u. 1t was their Sergeant Fin
neg who whacked a Filipino major with the
butt of his Springfield and tunbled out of
him the batch of reports and records that
gave the numbers and positions of every
unit or PliarS division on the southwark
zone. 1t was their Corporal Norton who
got the Mauser through the shoulder just
as, foremost in the rush, he bayoneted the
last Tagal at the Krupp guns in the river
redoubt. 1t was his devoted bunky. Pri-
vate LatrObe. who volunteered to carry
the division commanders dispatch across
the open rice field and the yawning bitches
that separated the staff from the rest of
| the charging -teenth, and who died glO-
riously in the rush on the rebel works
Man after man of the woody westerners
| had been referred to by name while the
Dudes had nothing to show but Their
wounded colonels modest report thar
| where every officer and man appeared to
do his whole duty it would be unjust to
make especial mention of even limited
few. The Dudes were getting hot over
the taunts of the Thoughts" as some one
had misnamed their neghbOrs; and one
night when there was more or less inter
change of pointed chaff in lieu of fight
with q common foe, there heard a
shrifi voice from the flank of the rife pit
nearest the westerners, and what it said
was repeated in wonderment over the br-
gade before the Dudes were another day
older.
We'll. dash your thievin' gang. We made
our record for ourselves anyhow. We
didn't have to rely on any dashed deserters
from the reguars-as you did"
And that was why Sergt. Sternc of the
Dudes was sent for by the field officers of
| both regiments the following morning and
hidden to explain, which he did in few
words. He WAS ready to swear that the
wounded Corp. Norton the very same
young man he in the adjutanfS office
of the -teenth Regulars at Camp Merritt
and was then called Morton. And that
evening the veteran sergeant major of the
-teenth was hidden to report at the re-
serve hospital in Ermita, close to the Ma
| late line, was conducted to the bedside of
a pallid young soldier whose ticket bore
the name Of Norton, and was asked to tell
whether he had ever seen him before.
II have sir" said the veteran, sadly and
gravely. He is a deserter from the
tenth. His name on our rolls was Nor
bled to "Primate." New York. the single
word Found" Nor was it likely the lad
would soon be lost again. for a sentry with
fixed bayonet stood within ten feet of his
bed, With orders not to let him out of his
sight second.
Mrs. Garrison appeared at the hospital
that very evening and heard of the episode,
and reached Billy Gray's bedside looking
| harassed even haggard. During the past
three days she had been accorded adms-
sion, for Gray was so much improved there
was no reason longer to forbid; but on each
occasion the wounded volunteer officer and
the brace of attendants present had pre-
cluded all possibility of confidential talk.
She must bide her time. Gray would be up
in a few days. said the doctor; and then
nothing would do, said Mrs. Garrison, but
he must be moved to their big, roomy,
lovely house on the bay side, and be made
strong and well again-made to give up
those letters, too thought she: Cor she had
Wormed it out of a bystander that a packet
of some kind had been given by the dying
soldier to the lieutenant and she we'll knew
what il must be. She had even penned him
little note, since not whisper could be
safely exchanged and headed it, Give this
back to me the moment you have read it,
In it she reminded him of his promise. and
did he need to be reminded of hers? She
knew that packet of Nta's letters had been
| intrusted to his care. She assured him she
| had 1t straight from the surgeon who at
tended both Latrobe and himself, and they
must reach the hands of no man on earth
| but must come to her. Would he not give
! them at once or tell her where she could
| find them?
He gave gack the note, but closed his
| eyes and turned away. In the presence of
| Armstrong day after day. and in the reeoi-
| lection of Latrobe's dying face and the
| last parting touch of his stricken hand,
| Gray's eyes were opening to his own de-
power was going, if not gone. He had
| wrapped silk handkerchief about the
packet and still kept 1t. with his watch and
| purse. beneath his pillow. He would not
| tell her where 1t lay. She smiled archiy for
| the benefit of the attendant; but her eyes
! again eagerly claimed look from his her
| lips framed the word tomorrow
But neither on that morrow nor vet The
next day came her opportunity The gal