Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1901-06-18

yet the soldier in him put the ufl-
worthy thought to shame, and, strug-
Cling against his Impotence, vet
most unwillingly, Stuyvesant obedi-
emily turned. He had shouldered a
musket in splendid regiment of
citizen soldiery whose pride 1T 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 aud 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 fastened
back, and, controlling his voice as
much as possible, began:
You're right. sentry! s-t-u-y'-
when through gateway across the
street north of the Faura came
swinging into sight 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.
Same old patrol, Billy" he called,
as he neared them. ION the way back
to the guardhouse." 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 80 PAGES
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 I dare.
not leave here and chase after you
after the lieutenant. Now, may I
have the name again, sir?"
And at last, without interruption,
Stuyvesant spelled and pronounced
the revered old Dutch patronymic.
At last he was able to go unhindered,
and now, overcome by anxiety, eager
ness and dread, he hardly knew what,
he broke into feet-footed, rapid run,
much to the surprise of the staid pa
troll 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.
"Hullol" interrupted one of the
lingering officers. "Another fire COM
pany coming? It's about time more
began to arrive, isn't it?"
SITS patrol-and on the jump,
too! What's up, 1 wonder?" an
swered Brent, spinning about to face
towards the Gale 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-with 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, painting and In