Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1901-07-09

and eager and even the native pony
| ridden by the aide seemed quvering
with excitement as, horse and rider,
they fell back and joined the two Of
ficers following their chief.
"Hot in front, Stuyvie?" queried
the first in undertone, as Mauser
dipped between their heads to tho
detriment of confidential talk, and a
great burst Of cheers broke from the
line crouching Just ahead across the
open field. why, d-n, it man, you're
hit nowl"
ploringly, as he pressed gauntleted
hand to his side. Don't let the gen.
eral know. I want to join Vinton in
a moment. It's only tear along the
skin" But blood was soaking
through the serge of his blue sack
coat and streaking the loose folds of
his riding-breeches, and the bright
color in his clear skin was giving way
to pallor.
"Tear, indeed! Herei Quick, or
derby! Help me there on the other
side!" and the captain sprang from
saddle. A soldier leaped forward,
turning loose his pony, and as the
general with only one aide and or
derby, rode on into the smoke-cloud
overhanging the line, Gerard Stuyve-
SAINT, fainting, slid forward into the
arms of his faithful friends.
| A few hours later, "lined up" along
the river bank, great regiment from
the far west, painting and exuitant,
stood resting on its arms and look
ing back over the field traversed in
its first grand charge. Here, there,
everywhere it was strewn with in
sargent dead and sorely wounded.
Here, there and everywhere men in
American blue were fitting about
from group to group, rendering can
teens of cold water to the wounded,
friend and enemy alike.
Far back towards the dusty high
way where the ambulances were hur-
rying, and close to the abutments Of
a massive stone bridge that crossed
a tributary of the Pasig, three off,
GERS, a surgeon, and half-a-dozen SOL
diers were grouped about a PROSTATE
form in the pale blue uniform, with
the gold embroidery and broa.l
stripes of Filipino captain, but the
face was CHASTITY white, the language
| CHASTITY Anglo-Saxon.
With the blood yelling from shot
hole in his broad, burly chest and the
seal Of death already settling on his
ashen brow, he was scowling up into
the half-compassionate, half-con-
temptnous faces about him. Here lay
the Captain Americana" of whom
the Tagal soldiers had been Boosting
| for a month"; deserter from the
army of the United States, com
missioned officer in the ranks of
Aguinaldo, shot to death in his first
battle in sight of some who had seen
and known him Gin the blue
Lieut.. Stuyvesant, revived by long
pull at the doctors flask, his bleed.
ing stanched, had again pressed for
ward to take his part in the fight,
but now lay back in the low vic
torfa that the men had run forward
from the village, and looked down
upon the man who in bitter wrath
and hatred had vowed long months
j before to have his hearts blood
the man who had so nearly done him
to death in Honolulu. Even now in
Sackett's dying eyes something OF
the same brutal rage mingled with
the instant glcam of recognition
that for moment flashed across his
distorted features. 1t seemed retri
button indeed that his last conscious
glance should fall upon the living
face Of the man to whom he owed his
rescue from fearful death that
night in far-away Nevada.
But, badly as he was whipped that
brilliant Sunday, "Johnny Filipino"
had the wit to note that Uncle Sam
had hardly handful of cavalry and
nowhere near enough men to follow
up the advantages, and hence the
long campaign Of minor affairs that
had to follow. In that campaign San
dy Ray was far too busy at the front
to know very much of what was 60
ing on at the rear in Manila. He
listened with little sympathy to Far
quhar's brief disposition of poor Eos
ter's case. "They could remove the
desertion and give him commission,
but they couldn't make Wally sol
der. He went home when the fight
ing had hardly begun" Somebody
was mean enough to say if he hadn't
his mother would have come for him.
There was no question as to the
identity of the soldier who died in
Filipino uniform. Not only did
Stuyvesant recognize him, but so did
Ray and Trooper Mellen, and Connel-
| ly, fetched over from the north side
to make assurance doubly sure. 1t
was Sackett-Murray, gambler, horse
thief, householder, deserter, bitter,
murderer and double-dyed traitor.
He had fed to the insurgents in
dread of discovery and death at the
hands of Benton's comrades.
And perhaps it was just as we'll
Foster knew of his hapless end be-
| fore he took steamer homeward;
knew, too, of Stuyvesant's wound
and-possibly it had something to dc
with his departure-of the DISPOSE
ton made of that fortunately wound.
ed officer. Miss Ray, it seems, was
regularly on duty now, with other
Red Cross nurses, and Stuyvesan.
went to the First Reserve" an6
stayed there whole week, and ever
DR.. Wells came and smiled on him
and Miss Porter beamed, and still h,
was not happy-for Maidie came not
She was busy as she could be at the
farther end of the other wards.