Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1901-10-26
err man? Well and miserably he re-

er man? Well and miserably he re-
called the words of Farquhar, who
had served some years at the same
station with the Rays: "She's the
bonniest little army girl know, and
her heads as level as it is pretty-ex-
cept on one point. She's her fathers
daughter and wrapped up in the
army. She's always said she'd marry
only soldier. But Maidie's getting
wisdom with years, I fancy. Young
Foster will be a rich man in spite of
himself, for he'll have his mothers
fortune, and he's heels over head in
love with her"
But t understand" interposed the
general, with a quick glance at Stuy-
vesant, who had risen as though to
get another cigar, "that Ray didn't
exactly approve of him."
"Oh, Ray didn't seem to have any
special objection to Foster unless it
was that he neglected his business
to lay siege to her. Fosters a gen
tleman, has no bad habits and is the
very man nine women out of ten
would rejoice in for a husband, and
ninety-nine out of ten, if that were
a mathematical possibility, would de-
light in as son-in-law. He isn't bril-
liant-buttons would have supplied
the lack had he been in the cavalry
[ dare say he'll be ass enough to go
in for a commission now and sell out
his ranch for song. Then she'd
nrOba h1v take him -
And then, too, as he strolled
thoughtfully up the street, still dim
ly lighted by the waning moon and
dotted at long intervals by tiny cleo
trio fires, Stuyvesant went over in
mind other little things that had
come to his ears, for many men were
of mind with regard to Billy Rays
daughter, and the young officer found
himself vaguely weighing the reasons
why he should now cease to play the
moth-why he should be winging his
flight away from the flame and ut
terly ignoring the fact that his feet,
as though from force of habit, were
bearing him steadily towards it. The
snap ard ring of a bayoneted rifle
coming to the charge, the stern voice
of a sentry at the crossing of the
Gale Faura, brought him to his
senses.
Halt! Who is there?"
''Staff officer, First division" was
the prompt reply, as Stuyvesant
looked up in surprise.
Advance, staff officer, and be rec
ognized,' came the response from a
tall form in blue, and the even taller
white figure stepped forward and
stood face to face with that of the
guardian of the night.
81 am Lieut.. Stuyvesant, aid-de-
camp to Gen. Vinton," explained the
challenged officer, noticing for the
first time a little column of dusky
men in heavy leathern helmets and
belts shutting away towards the Jes-
uit college with an oldfashioned di-
minutive 'goose-neck' village engine
trailing at their heels.
''Been fire, sentry?" he asked.
"Where was it?''
up at Col. Brent's, I believe. His
house fronts the parade ground. One
moment, please. Lieut.. who, sir?
The officer of the guard orders US to
account for every officer by name"
And Stuyvesant, who in instant alarm
had impulsively started, was again re-
called TO himself, and, hastily turning
back, spoke aloud:
'Stuyvesant, my name is. I'll give
it at the guardhouse as I pass"
Once more he whirled about, his
heart throbbing with anxiety. Once
more he would have hurried on his
way to the Gale San Luis. A fire