Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1901-11-30

as soon as he felt able, but Stuyvesant
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 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 Stuyvesant
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 shra pnel 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 atsManila. 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 Stuyvesant was thinking to
see-Maid Marion, all smiles, congrat-
ulation and cool organdie.
Ten minutes time in which to COM
| pose herself gives d girl far too great
an advantage under such circum-
stances.
"I-I'm glad to see you," said
| Stuyvesant, helplessly. 81 thought
you were wearing yourself out at
nursing
''Oh, it agrees with me-" responded
Maidie, blithely.
II suppose it must. You eel tainly
look so.'
'Merci du compliment, monsieur, y
smiled Miss Ray, with sparkling eyes
and the prettiest of courtesies. She
certainly did look remarkably we'll.
1t was time for Stuyvesant to be
seated again, but he lowered there
about that tea table, for Mrs. Brent
made the totally unnecessary an
nouncement that she would GO in
search of the spoons.
"You had no time-I suppose-to
look in on anybody but your assigned
vict--patients, I mean," hazarded
Stuyvesant, weakening his tentative
by palpabIe display of sense of injury.
''Well, you were usually asleep when
I cal-inquired, [ mean. One or two
Jumps, Mr.. Stuyvesant?" And the
dainty little white hand lowered over
| the sugar bowl.
'You usually chose such times,
| fancy. One lump, thanks" There
was another, not Of sugar, in his
| throat, and he knew it, and his fine
blue eyes and thin, sad face were pa
thetic enough to move any woman's
heart had not Miss Ray been so con-
cerned about the tea.
| "You would have been able to re-
| turn to duty days ago." said she, ten
dering the steaming cup and obviously