Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1900-01-26
ton, even adulation, at sight of The tall,

party had gazed as they lifted their
caps, Armstrong; uninjured hand per-
formed it's duty, his cap had been lifted
with the others, but not SO much as
glance went her way; and Margaret
Garrison, bitter in spirit, drove on down
past the old Quartet to her luxurious
quarters where Nita, a piteous shadow
OF the sweet girl graduate" of the year
before, was awaiting her coming. With
the insurgents retreat and the advance
of the American lines there had been
gradual return of the refugees among
the transports; and Frost had finally
brought his birding back to shore; but
Nita dare not drive, she said, for fear
of again seeing those stern, reproachful
eyes. The guard at the gate had re-
ceived orders to admit no more of the
rank and file, even when they came as
messengers; and so the child was safe,
said Margaret. AS for herself, she must
drive, she must see Will Gray.
But the instant she reentered the
house Mrs. Garrison knew that during
her brief absence some new trouble had
come. Good heavens, could she never
leave Nita's side that harm did not be-
fall her! AT the head of the broad fight
of stairs stood her brother-in-law,
black frown on his brow.
go in and do what you can for her."
he briefly said. II thought-she'd be
glad to know Standardization would
trouble her no more"
"That fellow?" she gasped. you
mean"
81 s-Latrobe-.killed and
buried whole week ago."
"And you told her!" she cried clinch-
ing her little hands in impotent wrath.
"You-brute!"
Another week rolled by. The tide of
battle had swept inland and nor: ward;
and all eyes were on the plucky 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
lover their more vigorously disciplined
comrades because of the compliments
bestowed on them in an official report,
l h. p1x-1
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 12. 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 bayonetec
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
u
nelo anu rneJ ss'r1ris,o sa+-l>>- that cop
arated the staff from the rest of tn
charging -teenth, and who died glo
riously in the rush on the rebel works
Man after man of the woolly westerner
had been referred to by name, while the
Dudes had nothing to show but theil
wounded colonels modest report thai
where every officer and man appeared
to do his whole duty it would be un
just to make especial mention of ever
a limited few" The Dudes were getting
hot over the taunts of the "Toughs,
MS some one had misnamed their neigh
bors; and one night when there we!
more or less Interchange of pointed
chaff in lieu of fight with common
foe there was heard shrill voice from
the flank of the rifle pit nearest thu
westerners, and what 1t said was re
peated in wonderment over the brigad,
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 both regiments the follow.
ing morning and hidden to explain
which he did in a few words. He was
ready to answer that the wounded
Corporal Norton was the very same
young man he saw in the adiutant's
| office of the tenth regulars at Camp
Merritt, and was then called Morton
And that evening the veteran sergeant
major of the tenth was hidden tc
report at the reserve hospital in Err
mita, close to the Malate line, was con.
Quoted to the bedside of 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 deserter from the
l-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
within ten feet of his bed with orders
not to let him out of his sight second
Mrs. Garrison appeared at the hos
pital that very evening and heard of the
episode, and reached Billy Grays bed.
side looking harassed, even baggard
During the past three days she had been
Il apnnrlaG a1y,fccion