Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1901-10-12

him rapidly past the parade ground
and over to the First Reserve hos
pital. whither he thought the victim
had been borne, but no civilian, with
or without fits, had recently been adj
mitted.
Inquiry among convalescent pa
tents and soldiers along the road
without resulted at last in his find
ing one of the party that carried the
stricken man from the field. He had
come to, said the volunteer, before
they had gone quarter of mile, had
soused his head in water at a
hydrant, rested a minute, offered
them a quarter for their trouble,
buttoned up the light coat that had
been torn open in his struggle, and
nervously but positively declared
himself all right and vastly obliged,
had then hailed passing carromatta,
and been whisked away across the
moat and drawbridge into the old
city. There all trace was lost of
him.
Baff1ed and troubled, Stuyvesant or
dered his coachman to take him to
the Luneta. The crowd had disap-
peared. The carriages were nearly
all departed. The lights were twink
ling here and there all over the
placid bay. 1t was still nearly an
hour to dinner-time at the generals
mess, and he wished to be alone to
think over matters, to hear the sooth-
ing plash and murmur of the little
waves, and Stuyvesant vowed in his
wrath and vexation that Satan him
self must be managing his affairs,
for, over and above the longed-for
melody of the rhythmic waters, he was
hailed by the buzz-saw stridencies of
| Miss Perkins, whose first words gave
the lie to themselves.
"Im all out of breath, and so het
| up runnin' after you | can't talk, but
1 was just bound to see you, an I've
been to your house so often the sol
diers laugh at me. Those young men
haven't any sense of decency or re-
spect, but I'll teach 'em, and you
see they'll sing another song. Where
can we sit down." continued the lady,
her words chasing each others heels
in her breathless haste. "These lazy,
worthless Spanish officers take every
seat along here. Why, here! your
carriage will do, an I've got a thou
sand things to say!" (''Heaven be
merciful," groaned Stuyvesant to him
self.) 81 saw you driving, and I told
my cabman to catch you if he had to
fog the hide off his horse. Come,
aren't you-don't you want to sit
down? 1 do, anyhow! There's no
comfort in my cab. Here, I'll dismiss
it now. You can just drop me on the
way home, you know. I'm living
down the Gale Real few blocks this
side of you. All the soldiers know
me, and if they had their say it
wouldn't be the stuck-up Red Cross
that's flirting with doctors and living
high on the dainties our folks sent
over. The boys are all right. It's
your generals that have ignored the
P. d. AS, and I'll show 'em present
ly what miss they've made. Wait
till the papers get the letters I have
written. But, say''-C'And this is the
woman I thought might be literary!'
moaned Stuyvesant as he meelly fol
lowed to the little open carriage and,
with a SILVER, assisted his angular
visitor to seat.)
"a key!" she shouted, GA key,
cochero! No quiere mas hoy. Ma
mana! Ocho! Sabe, cochero? Ocho!
Now don tchewbe-what's late in
their lingo, anyhow? 'Tisn't tardy, ]
know; that's afternoon. Tardeeo?
Thank you. Now-well, just sit down,
first, lieutenant. You see we know
how to address officers by their titles,
if the Red Cross don't. I'd teach 'em
to Mister me if l was an officer. Now,
what I want to see you about first is
this: Your general has put me of
one way or another every time I've
called this last two weeks. I've al
ways treated him politely, but for
some reason he'll never see me now
and yet they almost ran after me at
first. Now, you can fix it easy