Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-10-02

Alright. and we must get you thor
oughly well before you begin. ALL.
What's that?' What's the matter over
there?" he lazilyj asked. It was q
fad of the, doctors never to permit
himself to show the least haste or ex-
element. -" "H.*.'-'e -
A small opera glass stood on the
sill, and, calmly adjusting it as he
peered, Frank had picked it up and
leveled it towards the front and CEN
ter of the line just back of where the
colonel commanding sat in. saddle.
A lively scuffle and commotion had
suddenly begun among the groups of
spectators. Miss Rays reclining
chair was so placed that by merely
raising her head she could look out
over the field. Mrs. Brent ran to
where the colonel's field glasses hung
in their 1eathern case and Joined the
doctor at~the gallery rail.
Three pairs of eyes were gazing
fixedly at the point of disturbance,
already the center of surging crowd
of soldiers off duty, oblivious now to
the fact that the band was playing
the "Star Spangled Banner" and
they ought to be standing at atten-
ton, hats off, and facing the flag as
it came floating slowly to earth on
the distant ramparts of the old city.
the adjutant came stalking out to
the front as the strain ceased, and
his shrill voice was heard turning
over the parade to his commander.
Then the surging group seemed to be-
gin to dissolve, many following lit
tie knot OF men carrying on their
shoulders an apparently inanimate
form. They moved in the direction
of the old botanical garden, towards
the Estado Mayor, and so absorbed
were the three in trying to fathom
the cause of the excitement that they
were deaf to Ignacio's announcement.
A tall, handsome, most distinguished
looking young officer stood at the
wide doorway, dressed cap-a-pie in
snowy white, and not until, after a
moments hesitation, he stepped with
in the room and was almost upon
them, did Miss Ray turn and see him.
"Why, Mr.. Stuyvesant!" was all she
said; but the tone was enough.
Mrs. Brent and the doctor dropped
the glasses and whirled about: Both
instantly noted the access of color.
1t had not all disappeared, by any
means, though the doctor had, when,
ten minutes later, Col. Brent came in.
At the moment of his entrance,
Stuyvesant, seated close to Marion's
reclining-chair, was, with all the doc
tors caution and curiosity, examin-
ing her revolver. Rather bulky for
a pocket-pistol," he remarked, as,
muzzle downward, he essayed it's in
sertion in the gaping orifice at the
right hip of his Manila-made, Tapping
white trousers. It slipped in without
a hitch
'What was the trouble out there
awhile sago?" asked the lady of the
house of her iege lord. "You saw it,
suppose?"
Nothing much. Man had a fit, and
it took four men to hold him. Maidie,
look here. Capt. Kress handed this
to me-said they picked it up just
back of where the colonel stood at
parade. Is he another mash?'
Marion took the envelope from the
outstretched hand, drew forth lit
tie carte-de-visite on which was the
vignette portrait of her own face,
gave one quick glance and dropped
back on the pillow. All the bright
color fed. The picture fell to the
floor. "Can you-fnd Sandy?" was
all she could say, as, with imploring
eyes, she gazed into honest Brent's
astonished face.
II can, at once," said Stuyvesant,
who had risen from his chair at the
colonies remark. With quick bend he
picked up the little card, placed it
face downward on the table by her
side, never so much as giving one
glance at the portrait, and noiseless-
ly left the room.
ITO Be Continued