Willmar tribune., 1901-10-09

self away on people thatzcan;t apprs-
cjate him. could tell you---'' !,
stop. driver!" shouted Stuyvesant,
unable longer to control, himself,
'Miss Perkins" he added, as the lit
tie coachman manfully struggled to
bring his rushing team to a halt at
the curb, II have call to make and
am late. Tell my coachman where to
take you and send him back to this
corner. Good night, madam and,
gritting his teeth, out he sprang to
the sidewalk. :
It happened to be directly in front
of one of those native resorts where,
day and night, by dozens the swarthy
little brown. men gather about bill
lard table with it's center ornament
of lockwood pins, betting on a game
resembling the Yankee pin pool'' in
everything but the possibility of fair
play. lowering about the entrance
or on the outskirts of the swarm Of
men and boys, a dozen native wom-
en-, some with babies in their arms
and nearly all with cigars between
their teeth, stood watching the play
with absorbing interest, with a score
of dusky, pot-bellied children from
about the premises, as much at home
two to twelve years of age sprawled
as the keeper of the place.
The lamps had been lighted but q
few minutes and the game was in
full blast. Some stalwart soldiers,
regulars from the Quartet de Malate
from down the street or the nj pa
barracks of the Dakotas and Idahos,
were curiously studying the scene,
making jovial and unstinted comment
after their fearless democratic FASH
ion, but sagely abstaiuing from try
ing their luck and not &C sagely SAM
pling the sizzling soda drinks held
forth to them by tempting hands.
Liquor the vendors dare not proffer
the provost marshal's people had
forbidden that-and only kH the Ii.
censed bars in town or by br<erery and
stealth in the outlying suburbs could
the natives dispose of the vi;;ainous
''bino" with which at times c1te un-
wary and unaccustomed Am@rican
was overcome.
Three or four men in civilian dress,
that somehow smacked of the SEA,
as did their muttered, low-toned talk,
huddled together at the corner pcst,
furtively eying the laughing soldiers
and occasionally peering up and dowa
the darkened street. It was not the
place Stuyvesant would have chosen
to leave his carriage, but it was .
case of any port in storm-anythirg
to escape that awful woman. With
one quick spring he was out of the
vehicle and into the midst of the
group on the narrow sidewalk before
he noticed them at all, but not before
they saw him. Even as Miss Perkins
threw forward a would-be grasping
and OBTAINING hand and called him by
name, one of the group in civilian
sprang round the corner, but, trip
ping on some obstacle, sprawled full
length on the hard stone pavement.
Despite the violence of the fall, which
wrung from him a fierce curse, the
man was up in a second, away and
out of sight in twinkling.
go on!" shouted Stuyvesant, inn
patiently, imperiously, to his coach
man, as, never caring what street he
took, he too darted around the same
corner, and his tall, white form van
ished on the track of the civilian.
But the sound of the heavy fall, the
muttered curse, and the sudden ques-
ton in the nearest group: TWhat's
wrong with Sackett?" had reached
Miss Perkins ears, for while once
more the little team was speeding
swiftly away, the strident voice of
the lone passenger was uplifted in
excited hail to the coachman to step.
And here the Filipino demonstrated
to the uttermost that the amenities
of civilization were yet undreamed
of in his darkened intellect-as he
tween the orders of the man and the
demands of the woman he obeyee the
former. Deaf, even to that awful
voice, he drove furiously on until
brought up standing by the bayoneSs
of the patrol in front of the Eng''en
club, and in a fury of denunciation
and quiver of mingled wrath and ex-
citement, Miss Perkins tumbled out
into the arms of an amazed and dis
gusted sergeant, and demanded that
he come at once to arrest vile
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