Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-10-12
THE THREE MuSKETEERS OF SIN JUAN.

| lilL lnhLL InU0RLILLh0 Vi ON 0UhN.
4 long time ago three walked up the
hill to the Phillips Andover academy.
Jack, Dick and /, and why we didn't
wait to be carried on somebody's Shout
der don't know. for Jack and Dick
| Jack the captain and Dick the halfback
had won n great victory over Exeter
| Its fame hasn't ceased and now we
| chaps tell about it-hOw Dick made his
famous run, and how Jack did what he
could do. Five years after was the day
| when Jack was borne away among
| shouting crowd, because he had stroked
the Yale crew that put Harvard so much
'out of it, that during our time she new
| er dreamed of being lin it,"
Oh, those days and the jol!ity of
them! The responsibility, When care
assumed the size of a tailor's biil-and
nothing dreadful, When we lived and
funked and had our ambitions, and our
friends We're faithful and true.
Now, after the race, we three met to-
gether at the house of a chap who was
one of the best fellows that ever lived
never mind his name-at one of those
little hill-country Connecticut towns
where we found right jolly sort of Il
girl. She could sit a horse, and run
down fox or n man as easily. She
was of the sort, the unconquerable sort.
Il.
the months and the years went dashing
along. One of those chaps who are EN-
ployed by the malicious spirit to crow
over fallen angels--the poor old chap was
near an angel-tOld me of Jack you
know about him, don't you?" said the
the devil" said the man. ''Oh, we'll"
said !, with belief in my friend, "others
have been consigned to that destination.
What has he d0ne|
Done. What hasn't he done? He's
gone"
oh, yes. you've told me-
There was girl in the case a nice
girl, and she threw him over"
That ancient story is it? What's her
name? Oh. | know"
That's what | heard about Jack. the
the girl who had conquered him in Con-
necticut-little flirtl
Well, to return--the Five Hundredth
was out and | was in it. We went and
trained and did what we could and got
whipped into shape. Jack. from some
where or other out of the domnions of
the devil, enlisted.
There came the famed day, in Jungle.
with land crabs hopping about horrible,
brain oppressive. We were in different
divisions, and we didn't know that the
three. were together again in the same
awful fight the word stripped to its Lat
IN meaning, with all ITS furhelows off,
awful; as Dick said. ''old Awe on a
jag" Men were sinking right and left,
and others tearing up behind. stumbling.
firing, with the dull battler rage CARRYING
them on. a force like that tremendous
power in a mighty dynamo that knows
when 1t once has been put forward, no
rest, no cessation, till the ruling hand
has touched the valve. And in this flight
that hand was G0ds--or the demons
who had willed that men should oe killed,
and go into the soul of thlrgs
Days went on in this hell-when you
felt that your comrade was dying, when
You forgot yourself in uncomfortable ipl-
pulse. There is battle. there is war. But
the story has been told many times.
Two-thirds Of mine had been lost. de
stroyed, strewn in the jungle. \ little of
ticer was giving his sword to Capt. N.
Every other officer had fallen. save Capt.
n. Down in the corner of the block
house, with the CLINT of death, and of the
Cuban sun over him. was a man hug
ging his knee / looked at him for a
moment and then walked over.
Il say, Dick
We'll, I'll be hanged" said he. Last
time it was on Broadway. wasn't it,
But - He paused, his eyes fixed on
man bearing another on his shoulder.
suddenly he put his burden down close
by Dick, and stood up, a stream Of blood
over his face, for he had horrible,
IN be hanged" said Dick repeating
himself
Il don't know that the Spaniards do
that kind OF thing said l. They usu-
ally shoot"
They're a plucky lot" said the man
who had laid down his burden, turning.
And here was Jack. And here were we
three together again. Jacks burden be
gan TO moan
Where are the surgeons?" said John.
That poor devil is dying" And all the
time was that flow of blood.
why don't you tie it up?' | said, ap-
He looked around with a boyiSh laugh.
The last time | refused Il Scotch and
Soda-waSn't it?-the last Tune we met
Believe | will have ii now"
Just then a dirty. powder stained sur
geon appeared. He ordered, when some
litters were improvised. that Jack be car
RED down as well as his burden. Short
~ Jack fell delrious. Out of the bushes
and ignoring the Red Cross was the
elick-clack Of musketS. The language of
our surgeon was inexpreSSihic. Whns
We said. Dick and |. | have put down
here, but We did want to get into that
buSh~wanted to tear and reud those
heaSts-wrought to a state of bcastli-
ness by the mess of the flight.
The path was narrow, A thick wood
ABOUT, and crawling things poking ont
dlSreputahle heads just as in the stories.
Suddenly the man in the litter began ia
sing Around a turn we came on our
patSon. If you know this excellent man
IN his caSSock You cannot imagine him
as he was there. He was a friend of
Jacks, and when he saw him and heard
ms crazy chatter, he fell down and said
Good God and whether il was PRAYER
or oath can't tell You to this day.
The parSon picked himself up. And he
went on. | was walking beside the lit
Ter and suddenly Jack turned and said;
why, old friend, we three are togcth.
or again
The. Three Musketcers.'" said I. '.of
mp mad"'
What makes YOU mad?" said the
wounded man, with that strange mad
sparkle in his eye-"woman, Ell? don't
trust EN-. Don't YOU ever trust EN-, Old
char; they mix things up in mans
oh: well; we three are together
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