The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1901-12-31

in another regiment after l skipped
from the Seventh, but luck was
against me. We were sent to Fort
Meade. and there was gambler liz
Deadwood, Sackett by name, who had
| been a few months in the Seventh. but
! got bOb-tailed out for some dirty
work, and he knew me at once and
swore he'd give me away if 1 didn't
steer fellows up against his game
after pay day. l had to do it, but
Capt. Ray got onto it all and broke up
| the scheme and ran Sackett off the
reservation, and then he blew on me
and 1 had to quit again. He shot
| man over cards, for he was a devil
when in drink, and had to clear out.
and we met again in Denver. Each
could give the other away by that
time said he, and so we joined part
nership."
The rest was soon told. Sackett got
job on young Fosters ranch and fell
! into some further trouble. But when
| the war came all of them were enlist
! ed, Foster and Sackett in the regulars
and he in the First Colorado, but they
discharged him at Manila because lie
| had fits, and that gave him a good deal
of money for few days, travel pay
home, and all that. Then who should
turn up but Sackett with money to
| burn" and a scheme to make more.
They hired a room in Ermita, and
next thing he knew Sackett and some
sailor men held up and robbed d sol
| der, and Sackett was in a tearing
rage because no money belt was
found on him. They only got some
letters, that little photograph and
perhaps $40 Mex The photograph
he recognized at once-his former
captains daughter-and he. begged
for it and kept it about him until one
evening ne was taken with another
| fit, and when he came to the picture
was gone.
That night he found Sackett nearly
crazy drunk at their lodgings in Err
mita. They had Filipino boy to wait
on them then, and Sackett had told
the boy where he could find money and
jewelry while the family were at din
ner around at Col. Brent's. The boy
was willing enough: he was an expert
| But he came back scared through;
said that the soldiers were close after
him. He had some jewelry and pref
| ty revolver. Sackett told him to keep
the jewelry, but took the watch and
pistol, and that night the sentries and
patrols were searching everywhere,
and Sackett and the sailors said they
must get away somehow. They drank
some more, and fRally thought they
had a good chance just after the pa
troll left, ard the sentry was talking
! ~ an officer on the Gale Real.
They sneal<ed downstairs and out
[ into the Faura, and there Sackett ran
right into the soldiers arms. There
was a short, terrible battle, the sol
der against Sackett and his sailor
friend. The sailor got the sentry's
gun away, and Sackett and he wres-
tied as far as the corner, when there
was a shot; the soldier dropped AZ in
a heap and Sackett and the sailor ran
for their lives around the corner--the
| last he had ever seen or heard of them
up to this moment.
So that was how poor Maidie's pistol
had happened to be picked up on the
Gale Real and why one or two assert
! i've officers lately connected with the
provost marshal's and secret service
departments concluded that it might
be well for them 10 try regimental
| duty awhile. That was how it hap
pened, too, that Lieut.. Stuyvesant was
prevailed on to take short leave and
run over to Hong-Kong. But he came
back in hurry, for there was need
of every man, and trouble imminent
''at the front"
The dawn of that memorable Feb
ruary day had come that saw Manila
girdled by the flame of 10000 rifles
and shroudcd in the smoke that drift
ed from the burning roofs of outly-
ing villages from whose walls, win
dows and church towers the insur-
gent islanders had poured their pitt
less fire upon the ranks of the Amer
lean soldiery.
In front of a stone-walled inclosure
bordering the principal street in an
eastward suburb two or three officers
| were in earnest consultation. From
tendants were carefully lifting some
sOrely wounded men. Up the street
farther east several little parties COM
ing slowly, haltiagly from the front,
told that the incessant crash and rat
tie of musketry in that direction was
no mere feu-de-joie, while every now
and then the angry spat of the steel
clad Mauser on the stony road, the
whiz and whir about the ears of the
few who for duty's sake or that OF
example held their ground in the high
way, gave evidence that the Tagal
marksmen had their eyes on every
visible group of Americans.
In the side streets at right angles
to the main thoroughfare reserve bat
talions were crouching, sheltered
from the leaden storm, and awaiting
the longed-for order to advance and
sweep the field at the front. From
the grim, gray walls of the great
church and convent, which for weeks
had been strictly guarded by order