Waterbury Democrat., 1901-04-23

AIr. Stuyvesant got that burn on his face? and lost his eyebrows?"
 And then it trans pired that MT. Stuyyesant had been a frequent and assiduous caller for q whole fort night, driving thither almost every evening.
 But Maidie was oddly silent as to the episode of the fire on the train. She laughed a little about Miss Per- kins and her pretensions, but to the disappointment of her hostess could not be drawn into talk about that tall, handsome New Yorker.
 And what seemed strange to Mrs. Brent was that now, when Maidie could sit up a few hours each day and see certain among the officers wives, arriving by almost every steamer from the states, and have happy chats, with Sandy every time he could come galloping in from Paco, and was taking delight in watching the parades and reviews on the Bagumbayan, and listening to the evening music of the band, Stuyve- sant had ceased to call.
 Had Maidie noticed it? Mrs. Brent wondered, as. coming in from her conference with the house of com mons, she stood moment at the doorway gazing at the girl, whose book had fallen to the floor and whose dark eyes, under their yelling lids, were looking far out across the field to the walls and church towers of Old Manila.
 It was almost sunset. There was the usual thronn of carriages along or Daddy in the Ray household was the ''lovingest" of titles.
 Maidie turned languid head on her pillow. In the upper drawer of the cabinet in my room, think 7 said she. T remember Mrs. Brent's examining it.''
 Sandy went in search, and present. ly returned with the prize, 9 short, big-barreled, powerful little weapon of the bulldog type, sending a bullet like that of 9 Derringer, hot and hard, warranted to shock and stop an OK at ten yards but miss a barn at over twenty; woman's weapon for defense of her life, not}a target pis- tol, and Sandy twirled the shining cylinder approvingly. It was a gleaming toy, with it's ivory stock and nickeled steel.
 Every chamber crammed," said Sandy, land sure to knock spots out of anything from mad dog to an elephant, provided it hits. Best keep 1t by you at night, Maidie. These na- tives are marvellous sneak-thieves. They go all through these ram shacl1le upper stories like SO many ghosts. No one can hear them.'
 Then, when he took his leave, the pistol remained there lying on the table, and Frank, coming in to see his most interesting patient just as the band was trooping back to it's post on the right of the long line, picked it up and examined it, muzzle upper most, with professional approbation.
 "Yours, I see, Miss Ray; and from your father. A man hit by one of these," he continued, musingly, and lingering the fat, leaden bullets, would drop in his tracks. Do you keep it by -always?"
 T? No!" laughed Maidie. Hrm eager to get to my work-healing- not giving -gunshot wounds"
 You will have abundant time, my dear young lady, said the doctor, slowly, as heI carefully replaced the weapon on the table by her side, land opportunity, if read the signs aright, and we must get you thor oughly well before you begin. Ahi [ Whats that? Whats the matter over there?" he lazily asked. It was a fad of the doctors never to permit himself to show the least haste or ex- citement.
 A small opera glass stood on the sill, and, calmly adjusting it as he peered, Frank had picked it up and leveled it towards the front and cen ter of the line just back of where the colonel commanding sat in saddle. A lively scuff1e and commotion had suddenly begun among the groups of spectators. Miss Rays reclining chair was so placed that by merely raising her head she could look out over the field. Mrs. Brent ran to where the colonel's field glasses hung in their leathern case and joined the doctor at the gallery rail.
 Three pairs of eyes were gazing fxedly at the point of disturbance, already the center. of a surging crowd