Barton County democrat., 1901-11-01

line of investigation: He consulted
Vinton. Vinton thought another voy-
age. the very thing for Stuyvesant,
and so suggested his name.
"a 1t sent sthe luckless Gothamite
away just at. the time Of all others
he most wished to remain. When he
returned, within "a dozen days, the
frst thing was.to submit his written
report, already prepared aboard
ship. The next was to report him
asked into the presence of the girl
he loved and longed to see, and, as
has been told, ushered out almost
immediately, self-detailed, in search
Of Sandy.
He had found the lad easily
enough, but not so the man with the
fit, whom, for reasons of his own
and from what he had seen and
heard, Stuyvesant was most anxious
to overtake.o His. carriage whirled
him rapidly past the parade ground
and over to the First Reserve hos
pitaI whittier he thought the victim
had been bornee but no civilian, with
or without fits, had recently been ad-
mitted.
Inquiry among convalescent pa
tients and soldiers along the road
without resulted at last in his find
ing one of the party that carried the
stricken man from the field. He had
come to, said the volunteer, before
they had gone quarter of mile, had
soused his head ins water at
hydrant, rested minute, offered
them quarter for their trouble,
buttoned up the light coat that had
been torn open in his struggle, and
nervous1y but positively declared
himself all right and vastly obliged,
hadothen hailed passing carromatta,.
and been whiskeds away across the
moat and. drawbridge into the old
city. There all trace was lost of
him.
Baffled and troubled, Stuyvesant or
dered his coachmans to take him to
the Luneta. The crowd had disap-
peared. The carriages were nearly
alledeparted. The lights were twink
ling here and there all over the
placid bay. 1t was still nearly an
hour to dinner-time at the generals
mess, and he wished to be alone to
think over matters, to hear the sooth
ing plash and murmur of the little
waves, and Stuyvesant vowed in his
wrath and veXation that Satan him.
self must be managing his affairs,
for, over and above the longed-for
melody Of the rhythmic waters, he was
hailed by the buzz-saw stridencies of
Miss Perkins, whose first words gave
the lie to themselves.
I'm all out of breath, and so het
up, runnin' after you can't talk, but
/ was just bound to see you, an I've
been to your house so often the sol
diers laugh<at me. Those young men
haven't any sense of decency or re-
spect, but Til teach 'ems and you
see they'll sing another song. Where
can we sit down." continued the lady,
her words chasing each others heels
in her breathless haste. These lazy,
worthless Spanish officers take every
seat oalong here. Why, hereI your
carriage will do, an I've got thou
sand things to say!" ("Heaven be
merciful,'' groaned Stuyvesant to HIM
self) 81 saw. you driving, and I told
my scabman to catch you if he had to
fog the hide off his horse. Come,
aren't you-don't you want to sit
down? + do, anyhow! There's no
comfort il. my cab. Here, I'll dismiss
it now. You can just drop me on the
way home, you know. I'm living
down the Calle Real a few blocks this
side of you. All the soldiers know
me, and if they had their say it
wouldn't be the stuck-up Red Cross