Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-06-09

heaven Win eTuteiul hCuit AoA "a"
strong's presence, vigilance and inter-
venton.
In three days the colonel was able &c
sit up. Within the week he was per-
mitted to take air and exercise in the
spacious court of the old college, his
sword arm in its sling. But Gray and
the young officer of volunteers were too
seriously wounded to leave their pill
lows. The --teenth had occupied new
line far south of the old one; but, al one
time, several of Blly's brother officers
had dropped in to see him and tell hin
regimental news; and one OF them, Inc
youngsWest Pointer who had broken
down at sight of the dying face that
stirring Sunday morning, told him OF
Lntrobe's soldier funeral and of Gen
Drayton's presence and speeches.
grief; and Billy's hand CROPPED beneath
the pillow for that little blood stained
packet still undelvercd. lie had
promptly caused the information to he
conveyed to the veteran commander
that it was his own lost nephew who
had died his soldier death in front OF
the firing line; but the packet still re-
manned in his hands; and even before the
tiny thermometer confirmed his views
the keen eye of the surgeon saw that
something had heightened Billy's fe'
yer that day; and so, when just at sun
set there came driving into the court
the most stylish equipage in all Manila,
and Mrs. Garrison tuttered up the
broad stairway and confidently asked
to be announced to Mr.. Gray, the stew
ard in charge of the door was very, very
sorry, but-the doctor had given in.
structions that no more visitors should
see the young gentleman that day.
Mrs. Frank smiled indulgently, and
asked for the doctor himself, and
beamed on him with all her witchery
and begged for just u few words; but
the suave, placid, yet impenetrable doc
tor said he, too, was sorry-sorry that
MIR. Gray was not able to see anyone
else, but such was the case. Mrs. Gar
rison said she thought if Mr.. Gray knew
that it was-but perhaps DR.. Frank
didn't know it was she who had nursed
Mr.. Gray so assiduously at Honolulu.
DR.. Frank did know that and more; but
he did not say so; neither did he yield
There were tears in her eyes as she
sprang into her carriage again; but
they were tears of anger and defeat
She dashed them away the very next in
slant and smiled joy and congratula'
ton, even adulation, at sight OF the tall,
stalwart officer, his arm in sling. who
stood the center of a staring group as
her carriage flashed by. She would have
ordered stop; but while the rest of the
party had gazed as they lifted their
caps, Armstrong; uninjured hand per-
formed its duty, his cap had been lifted
with the others, but not so much as
a glance went her way; and Margaret
Garrison, bitter in spirit, drove on dowr
past the old Quartet to her luXuriou'
quarters where Nita, a pteous SHADOW
of the "sweet girl graduate OF the yeal
before, was awaiting her coming. Will
the insurgents retreat and the advance
of the American lines there had been
gradual return of the refugees anon,
the Transports; and Frost had tinall
brought his birding back to shore; ba
Nita dare not drive, she said, for fea
of again seeing those stern, reproachfu
eyes. The guard at the gate had re
ceiyed orders to admit no more OF tn
rank and file, even when they came a
>. messengers: and SO the child was SAT-
:. said Margaret. AS for herself, she nui
" drive, she must see Will Gray,
:, But the instant she reentered til
). house Mrs. Garrison knew that durin
d bey brief absence SONG .peW trrn9h'ffii eg}
i of stairs stood her brother-in-law.
d black frown on his brow.
y go in and do what you can for her
p he briefly said. 81 thought-shc'd b
+ glad to know hat-that-fellow woul
q trouble her no more"
"That fellow?" she gasped. "Yo
+ mean"
II -Latrobe-killed an
buried a whole week ago."
"And you told herr" she cried clinch
ing her little hands in impotent wrath
"You-brute!"
. Another week rolled by. The tide O
I battle had swept inland and northward
and all eyes were on the plucky advanc,
l of MacArthur's strong division, Will.
} far out to the south and east the
, thinned and depleted lines of Anderson
, held an insurgent force that forcve,
I menaced but dare not attack. The
, Primeval Dudes, sorely missing theil
. calmly energetic colonel, had drifteG
into war of words with their nearest
neighbors on the firing line, far west.
ern regiment gifted with great com.
mand of language and small regard for
style. The latter had crowed nightly
over their more vigorously disciplined
comrades because of the compliments
bestowed on them in an official report,
wherein the Dudes received only honor.
able mention. 1t was Capt. Stricken OF
the volunteers who had led the dash on
the rebel works across the Tripa to the
left of Blockhouse ~. 1t was their
Sergt. Finney who whacked a Filipino
major with the butt of his Springfield
and tumbled out of him the batch of re-
ports and records that gave the mum
bers and positions of every unit OF
Pillars division on the southwark zone
IT 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. It was his devoted
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