Waterbury Democrat., 1901-04-26

bonnlest ETtSe army girl know, ana her heads as level as it is pset ty--ex- eept on one point. She's her fathers daughter and wrapped up in the army. She's always said she'd marry only soldier. But Maidie's getting wisdom with years, l fancy. Young Foster will be rich man in spite of himself, for he'll have his mothers fortune, and he's heels over head in love with her"
 "But I understand" interposed the general, with a quick glance at Stuy- yesant, who had risen as though to get another cigar. that Ray didn't exactly approve of him.
 ~Oh, Ray didn't seem to have any special objection to Foster unless it was that he neglected his business to lay siege to her. Fosters gen. tleman, has no bad habits and is the very man nine women out of ten would rejoice in for husband, and ,ninety-nine out of ten, if that were a mathematical possibility. would de- light in as son-in-law. He isn't bril- fliant-buttons would have supplied the lack had he been in the cavalry. I in for a commission now and sell out his ranch for song. Then she'd probably take him.,
 And then, too, as he strolled thoughtfully up the street, still dim ly lighted by the waning moon and dotted at long intervals by tiny elec- l tric fires. Stuyvesant went over in mind other little things that had come to his ears, for many men were of mind with regard to Billy Rays daughter, and the young officer found himself vaguely weighing the reasons l why he should now cease to play the moth-why he should be winging his 1 flight away from the flame and ut- l terly ignoring the fact that his feet, as though from force of habit, were l bearing him steadily towards it. The snap and ring of bayoneted rife coming to the charge. the stern voice of sentry at the crossing of the I Calle Faura, brought him to his. 1 senses.
 Haiti Who is there?"
 Staff officer, First division," was the prompt reply, as Stuyyesant looked up in surprise.
 Advance, staff officer, and be rec l ognized," came the response from 8 l tall form in blue, and the even taller white figure stepped forward and stood face to face with that of the guardian of the night.
 "I am Lieut.. Stuyvesant, aid-de- camp to Gen. Vinton," explained the challenged officer, noticing for the first time little column of dusky men in heavy leathern helmets and belts shuffiing away towards the Jes- uit college with an old-fashioned di- minutive 'sgoose-neck" village engine trailing at their heels.
 Been a fire, sentry?" he asked. Where was it?''
 up at Col. Brent's, believe. His house fronts the parade ground One moment, please. Lieut.. who, sir" The officer of the guard orders us .s account for every officer by nS-ss. ! And Stuyvesant, who in instant alax5r had impulsively started was again r~- called to himself, and, hastily turnlps back, spoke aloud:
 "Stuyvesant, my name is. I'll givE it at the guardhouse as I pass"
 Once more he whirled about, his heart throbbing with anxiety. Once more he would have hurried on his way to the Calle San Luis. A fire there! and she, Marion, still so weak! exhausted, possibly, by the excite mentor distress-or whatever it was that resulted from Brent's sud- den presentation of that carte-de- yiSife He yyollld nv tn har af oncat
 For third time the sentry spoke, and spoke in no faltering tone. He was an American. He was wearing the rough garb of the private soldier in the ranks of the regulars, but, like scores of other eager young patriots that year, he held the diploma of q great, albeit foreign, university. He had education, intelligence. and assured social position to back the