Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1901-06-14

heard me out. I've seen Mr.. Foster
and had the whole story from his
lips. He's been there every day, too,
till he was taken sick"
But Stuyvesant was out of the gate
and at last out of hearing, and with
a vicious bang to the door the lady
OF the P. D. AS, SO recently victim-
lied by the astute Sackett, retired to
the sanotity Of her own apartment,
marveling at the infatuation OF men.
And yet. though stuyvesant had
angrily striven to silence the woman
and had left her in disgust, her words
had not failed of certain weight.
Again he recalled with jealous pain
the obvious Indifference with which
his approaches had been received.
True, no well-bred girl would be more
than conventionally civil to a stran-
ger, even under the exceptional cir
cumstances of their meeting on the
train. True, she was cordial bright,
winsome and all that when at last
he was formally presented, but SO
she was to everybody. True, they
had had many-at least he had had
many-delightful long interviews on
the shaded deck Of the Sacramento;
but, though he would have eagerly
welcomed chance to indulge in SEN
timent, never once did Marion en-
courage such move. On the con-
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 cheyrons 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 guard-house." Then, seeing
the straps on the officers shoulders.
respectfully saluted. Couldn't find
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 stuyyesant 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 a 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?"
ITS patrol-and on the jump,
too! What's up, 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
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