The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1901-10-25

| and here was "the most unkindest
cut of all'-some of the triumphant
Red Cross could receive and attend
| to her, for at last the symbol of Ge-
neva had gained full recognition. AT
| last DR.. Wells and the sisterhood
were on duty, comfortably housed,
cordially welcomed, and presumably
happy.
The officials remained in blissful ig-
norance of the tremendous nature of
the charges laid at their door by Miss
Perkins, and Maidie Ray, while duly
informed of the frequent calls and
| kind inquiries of many an officer, and
permitted of late to welcome Sandy
for little talks, had been mercifully
spared the infection of the personal
visitation thrice attempted by her
| fellow-traveler on the train.
| 81 don't believe you were ever in
innate friends" said Mrs. Brent, "and
| that she nursed and cared for you
in the cars when you were suffering
from shock and fright because of a
fire. That's what she says, though.
What was it, Maidie? Was it there
Mr.. Stuyvesant got that burn on his
face?-and lost his eyebrows?"
And then it transpired that Mr..
Stuyvesant had been a frequent and
assiduous caller for whole fort
night, driving thither almost every
evening.
But Maidie was oddly silent as to
the episode of the fire on the train.
She laughed little about Miss Per-
kins and her pretensions, but to the
disappointment of her hostess could
not be drawn into talk about that
tall. handsome New Yorker.
And what seemed strange to Mrs.
Brent was that now, when Maidie
could sit up few hours each day
and see certain among the officers
wives, arriving by almost every
steamer from the states, and have
happy chats with Sandy every time
he could come galloping in from
Pace, and was taking delight in
watching the parades and reviews on
the Bagumbayan, and listening to the
evening music of the band, Stuyve-
SAINT had ceased to call.
Had Maidie noticed it? Mrs. Brent
wondered, as, coming in from her
conference with the house of COM
mons, she stood a moment at the
doorway gazing at the girl, whose
book had fallen to the floor and
whose dark eyes, under their yelling
lids, were looking far out across the
field to the walls and church towers
of Old Manila.
1t was almost sunset. There was
the usual throng of carriages along
the Luneta> and great regiment of
volunteers, formed in line of platoon
columns, was drawn up on the
Campo" directly in front of the
house. Sandy had spent his allotted
half hour by his sisters side, and, re-
mounting. had cantered out to see
the parade. Miss Perkins had de-
clared on the occasion of her third
fruitless call that not until Miss Ray
sent for her would she again submit
herself to be snubbed. So there
seemed no immediate danger Of her
temperance, and yet Mrs. Brent
had given Ignacio orders to open only
the panel door when the gate bell
changed, and to refuse admission,
even to the driveway, to certain
kins.
Three days previous there had pre-
sented himself a young man in the
white dress of the tropics and hat
of fine Manila straw, young man
who would not send up his card, but
in very Mexican Spanish asked for
Miss Ray. Ignacio sent boy for Mrs.
Brent, who came down to recon
hotter, and the youth reiterated his
request.
"An old friend was all he would
say in response to her demand for
his name and purpose. She put him
off. saying Miss Ray was still too far
from well to see anybody, babe him
call next day when DR.. Frank and her
husband, she knew, would probably
be there, duly notified them, and
Frank met and received the caller
when he came and sent him away in
short order.
''The man is crank" said he, land
I shall have him watched"
The colonel asked that one or two
of the soldier police guard should
be sent to the house to look after the
stranger. A corporal came from the
company barrack around on the
Gale Real, and it was after nightfal
when next the "old friend" rang the
bell and was permitted by Ipnacio to