Waterbury Democrat., 1901-04-27
rcopyriGhtsd. 1900 by J. E. Lippineott Col

rCopyriGhtsd. 1900. by J. E. Lippincott Col
 In the nervous anxiety to which Stuyvesant was a prey, the sentry's manner irritated him. It smacked at first of undue, unnecessary authority, yet the soldier in him put the un- worthy thought to shame, and, strug- gling against his impatience, yet most unwillingly, Stuyvesant obedi- ently turned. He had shouldered a musket in a splendid regiment of citizen soldiery whose pride it was that no regular army inspector could pick flaws in their performance of guard and sentry duty. He had brought to the point of his bayonet, time and again, officers far higher in rank than that which he now held. He knew that, whether necessary or not. the sentry's demand was within his rights, and there was no course for him but compliance. He hastened pack, and, controlling his voice as much as possible, began:I
 You're right, sentry! S-t-u-y-- when through a gateway across the street north of the Faura came swinging into sight a little squad of armed men.
 Again the sentry's challenge, sharp, clear, resonant, rang on the still night air. Three soldiers halted in their tracks, the fourth, with the white chevrons of corporal on his sleeves, came bounding across the street without waiting for demand to advance for recognition.
 ssSame old patrol, Billy" he called, as he neared them. "On the way back to the guard-house." Then, seeing the straps on the officers shoulders, respectfully saluted. Couldn't ind any trace outside. Keep sharp look out, No. G." he added, and turning hurriedly back to his patrol, started with them up the street in the direc- ton Stuyvesant was longing to go.
 Sorry to detain you, sir, and beg pardon for letting him run up on us in that way. We've got extra orders tonight. There's queer set, mostly natives, in that second house yon- der (and he pointed to substantial two-story building about 30 paces from the corner). They got in there while the fire excitement was on. Twice I've seen them peeking out from that door. That's why l dare not leave here and chase after you after the lieutenant. Now, may have the name again, sir?"
 And at last, without interruption, Stuyyesant spelled and pronounced the revered old Dutch patronymic. At last he was able to go unhindered, and now, overcome by anxiety, eager nd hsh ha1 fl lxyl lyTn xu xuh ha he broke into feet-footed, rapid run, much to the surprise of the staid pa trol which he overlook trudging along on the opposite side of the street, two blocks away, and never halted until again brought up stand ing by sentry at the San Luis.
 Ten minutes later, while still lis- tening to Brent's oft-repeated tale of the theft, and still quivering lit tie from excitement, Stuyvesant heard another sound, the rapid rhythmic beat of dancing footsteps.
 "Hullo!" interrupted one of the lingering officers. 'Another fire com pany coming? It's about time more began to arrive, isn't it?'
 "It's patrol-and on the jump, LOO! - WndG up, Wouucr. dA- swered Brent, spinning about to face towards the Calle Real. There was an officer with this patrol-an officer who in his eagerness could barely abide the sentry's challenge.
 Officer of the guard patrol" he cried, adding instantly, as he darted into view: Sentry, which which way did that officer go? Tall young officer-in white uniform!"
 In surprise the sentry nodded to- wards the speeches. group standing in front of Brent's, and to them came the boy lieutenant, panting and in