The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1900-07-06
CHAPTER XVII.-CoNTINUED.

Another week rolled by. The tide of
battle had swept inland and northward;
and ali eyes were on the pIuvay ADVANCE
of MacArthur's strong division, while
far out to the south and east the
thinned and depleted lines of Anderson
held an insurgent force that forever
menaced but dare not attack. The
Primeval Dudes, sorely missing their
calmly energetic colonel, had drifted
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 IL. 1t was their
Sergt. Finney who whacked Filipino
major with the butt of his pringfield,
and tumbled out of him the batch of re-
ports and records that gave the num-
bers and positions of every unit of
Pillars 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, Private Latrobe, who volun-
tered to carry the division COM
mander's dispatch across the open rice
field and the yawning bitches that sep
arated 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 woolly westerners
had been referred to by name, while the
Dudes had nothing to show but their
wounded colonels modest report that
where every officer and man appeared
to do his whole duty it would be I'M
just to make especial mention of even
n limited few" The Dudes were getting
hot over the taunts of the ''Toughs,"
as some one had misnamed their neigh
bors; and one night when there was
more or less interchange of pointed
chaff in lieu of a fight with 4 common
foe there was heard shrill voice from
the flank of the rifle pit nearest the
westerners, and what it said was re-
peated in wonderment over the brigade
before the Dudes were another day
older.
well, dash your thievin' gang! We
made our record for ourselves. any
how. We didn't have to rely on any
dashed; deserters from the regulars-as
: you did,
And That was why Sergt. Sterne, of
the Dudes. was sent for by the field
officers Of sbotk regiments the follow
ing merning and hidden to explain,
which he did in a few words. He was
: ready 10 answer that the wounded
Corporal Norton was the very same
young man he saw in the adjutant's
office of the tenth 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 reserve hospital in Err
mita, close to the Malate line. was con-
Quoted 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.
81 have, sir" said the veteran, sadly
and gravely. 'He is deserter from the
-teenth. His name on our rolls was
Norton" And that night Col. Arm.
strong cabled to ''Primate," New York
the single word Found" Nor was i,
likely the lad would soon be lost again
for sentry with fixed bayonet stood