The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1901-12-20

Foster knew of his hapless end be-
fore he took steamer homeward;
knew, too, OF Stuyvesant's wound,
and-possibly it had something to do
with his departure-of the DISPOSE
ton made of that fortunately wound
ed officer. Miss Ray, It seems, was
regularly on duty now, with other
Red Cross nurses, and Stuyvesan3
went to the First Reserve" and
stayed there a whole week, and even
DIR. Wells came and smiled on him,
and Miss Porter beamed, and still he
was not happy-for Maidie came not.
She was busy as she could be at the
farther end of the other wards.
And so Stuyvesant grew impatient
of nursing, declared he was well, and
still was far from happy, for at that
time Foster was still lowering about
the premises, and Stuyyesant could
see.only one possible explanation for
that. They moved him back to his
breezy quarters at Malate. But pres
emily a trap was sprung, mainly
through Mrs. Brent's completely, for
once or twice week it was Maidie's
custom to go to her old friends roof
for rest and tea. And one evening,
seems to me it was Valentines day,
just before sunset, they were in the
veranda-the colonel and his kindly
wife, while Maid Marion the Second
was in her own room DOMINIC dainty
gown for change from the Red Cross
uniform, when a carriage whirled up
to the entrance underneath, and Mrs.
Brent, leaning over the rail, smiled ON
it's sole occupant and nodded reassur-
ingly.
Stuyvesant came up slowly, looking
not too robust, and said it was awfully
good of Mrs. Brent to take pity on his
loneliness and have him round to tea.
Other nice women, younger, more at
tractive personally than Mrs. Brent,
had likewise hidden him to tea just
as soon as he felt able, but Stuyyesant
swore to himself he couldn't be able
and wouldn't be if he could. Yet when
Mrs. Brent said "Come," he went,
though never hoping to see Marion.
whom he believed to be engrossed in
duties at the First Reserve, and on the
verge of announcement of her en-
gagement to that young man Eos
ter
Presently Brent said if Stuyvesant
had no objection he'd take his trap
and drive over Intra muros and get the
news from MacArthur's front-for
Mac was hammering at the insurgent
lines about Caloocan-and Stuyvesant
had no objection whatever Where
upon Mrs. Brent took occasion to say
in the most casual way in the world:
ooh, you might send a line to Col.
Martindale, dear. You know Mr.. Eos
ter goes home by the Sonoma-oh,
hadn't you heard of it, Mr.. Stuyve-
SAINT? Oh, dear, yes. He's been ready
to go ever since the fighting began.
but there was no boat"
And then she, too, left Stuyvesano
left him with the New York Moon
bottom topmost in his hand and q
sensation as of wheels in his head.
She proceeded, furthermore, to order
tea on the back gallery and Maidie to
the front. But tea was ready long
before Maidie.
Far out at the lines of San Pedro
Macati Dyer's guns had sighted
swarms of rebels up the Pasig, and
with placid and methodical precision
were sending shrapnel in that direc-
ton and dull, booming conclusions in
the other. An engagement of some
kind was on at San Pedro, and Stuyve-
SAINT twitched with nervous longing
to get there, despite the doctors, and
sat wondering was another engage
ment off at Manila. Just what to do
he had not decided The Moon and
his senses were still upside down when
Sing came in with the transferred
tea things and Mrs. Brent with the
last thing Stuyyesant was thinking to
see-Maid Marion, all smiles, congrat-
ulation and cool organdie.
Ten minutes tim, in which to COM
pose herself gives IA girl far too great
an advantage under such circum-
stances.
Tin glad to see you," said
Stuyvesant, helplessly. II thought
you were wearing yourself out at
nursing"
"oh. it agrees with me-" responded
Maidie, blithely.
Il suppose it must. You Gel tainly
look SOL
"Merci du compliment, monsieur"
smiled Miss Ray, with sparkling eyes
land the prettiest of courtesies. She
| certainly did look remarkably well.
1t was time for Stuyvesant to be
| seated again, but he lowered there
| about that tea table, for Mrs. Brent
nouncement that she would go in
| search of the spoons.
"You had no time-I suppose-to