Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-11-27
copyrighted. 1900. by the J. B. Lippincott Col
CHAPTER XX-CONT1S17FD

CHAPTER XX.-CoNTINUED
Far back towards the dusty high
way where the ambulances were hur~
rylng, and close to the abutments of
a massive stone bridge that crossed
a tributary of the Pasig, three Off.
GERS, surgeon, and half-a dozen SOL
diers were grouped about PROSTATE
form in the pale blue uniform, with
the gold embroidery and broad
stripes of a Filipino captain, but the
face was CHASTITY white, the language
CHASTITY Anglo-Saxon.
With the blood yelling from a shot.
hole in his broad, burly chest and the
seal of death already settling on hi,
ashen brow, he was scowling up into
the half-compassionate, half-con-
temptuous faces about him. Here lay
the "Capitan Americano'' of whom
the Tagal soldiers had been boasting
for month-a deserter from the
army of the United States, a COM
missioned officer in the ranks Of
Aguinaldo, shot to death in his first
battle in sight of some who had seen
and known him sin the blue.''
Lieut.. Stuyvesant, revived by long
pull at the doctors flask, his bleed.
ing stanched, had again pressed for
ward to take his part in the fight,
but now lay back in the low vic
toria that the men had run forward
from the village, and looked down
upon the man who in bitter wrath
and hatred had vowed long months
before to have his hearts blood
the man who had so nearly done him
to death in Honolulu. Even now in
Sackett's dying eyes something OF
the same brutal rage mingled with
the instant CLEAN Of recognition
that for moment flashed across his
distorted features. 1t seemed retri-
button indeed that his last conscious
glance should fall upon the living
face of the man to whom he owed his
rescue from fearful death that
night IN far-away Nevada.
But, badly as he was whipped that
brilliant Sunday, Johnny Filipino
had the wit to note that Uncle Sam
had hardly handful Of cavalry and
up the advantages, and hence the
long campaign of minor affairs that
had to follow. In that campaign San
dy Ray was far too busy at the front
to know very much of what was go
ing on at the rear in Manila. Hc
listened with little sympathy to Far
quhar's brief disposition of poor Fos-
. tor,sS
desertion and give him commission.
but they couldn't make Wally SOL
dier. He went home when the fight
ing had hardly begun" Somebody
was mean enough to say if he hadn't
his mother would have come for him.
r There was no question as to the
identity of the soldier who died in
Filipino uniform. Not only did
sStuyvesant recognize him, but so did
: Raysand Trooper Mellen, and Connel-
Fly, fetched over from the north side
Ito make assurance doubly sure. 1t
was Sackett- Murray, gambler, horse
thief, householder, deserter, bite-,
murderer and double-dyed. traitor.
He had fled to the insurgents in
y
hands of Benton's comrades. -,
I And perhaps it was just as we'll:
Foster knew of his hapless end be-
fore he took steamer homeward;
knew, too, of Stuyvesant's wound,
and--possibly it had something to do
with his departure the DISPOSE
ton made of that fortunately wound
ed officer. Miss Ray, it seems, was
regularly on duty now, with other
Red Cross nurses, and : Stuyvesan1
went to the First Reserve I and
stayed there a whole week, and even
DR.. Wells came and smiled on him,
and Miss Porter beamed,. and still he
was not happy-for Maidie came not.
She was busy as she could be at the
farther end of the other wards. { y
And so Stuyvesant grew impatient
Of nursing. declared he was wei, and
still was far from happy, for at that
time Foster was still lowering about
the premises, and .Stuyvesant could
see only one possible explanation for
that. They moved him back to his
breezy quarters at Malate. But pres
emily "a trap was sprung, mainly
through Mrs. Brent's completely, for
once or twice a week it was Maidie's
custom to go to her old friends roof
! for rest and tea. And one evening,
seems to me it was Valentine IS day,
Just before sunset, they were in the
steranda the colonel and his kindly
wife, while Maid Marion the Second
was in her own room donning q dainty
aown Tor change from the Red Cross
uniform, when q carriage whirled up
VI the entrance underneath, and Mrs.