The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1901-11-15
CHAPTER VI.-CoNT1NuED.


Over at the Palace, where 50 many
OF the general officers and their stats
were quartered, he had dozens of
friends. Here at this favorite old
resort of the regular service he stood
alone, and to his proud and sensitive
apirit it seemed as though there were
q barrier between him and these pro-
1cssional soldiers.
There was the whole seer; of his
trouble. Absurd and trivial as it may
seem, Stuyvesant shranl1 from the
enterprise, even at the very threshold
-shrank even from sending his card
and asking for Lieut.. Ray, for no
other or better reason than that he
did not know how a volunteer would
be welcomed.
And so for nearly half an hour he
lowered irresolute about the office,
unconscious of many chances of in
terest and admiration from the keen
eyes of She officers gathered in laugh
ing groups about the marble floor.
Not one of their number was his
superior in form and feature, and his
uniform was the handiwork of Goth
ANS best military tailor. They saw
that the instant he threw off his cape.
One of their number whispered that
it was Mr.. Stuyvesant, Gen. Vinton's
aide, for everybody knew VintOn, and
more than one would have been glad
to take the aide-de-camp by the hand
and bid him welcome to their cOterie,
but for that same odd shyness' that,
once away from camp or garrison
and in the atmosphere of metropol-
itan life, seems to clog and hamper
the kindlier impulses of the soldier.
Presently, as Stuyvesant stood at
the desk looking over the register,
he heard himself accosted by name,
and turning quickly, hopefully, found
to his disappointment only a stocky
little man in civilian dress. Yet the
face was familiar, and the trouble
in the honest brown eyes looking up
to him, as though for help and SYM
pathy, went right to his heart. Eveh
before the man could give his name
or tell his need, Stuyvesant knew him
and held out cordial hand:
''Why, you're our brakeman! I'm
glad to see you. What's wrong?"
i've lost me job, sir" was the an
swer, with a little choke. "They let
me out two days ago-for sayin' their
rotten old car caught fire from the
boxes, 1 reckon"
you don't tell mel" exclaimed
'''Ncw, how can 1 help you? What
shall we do?"
Take me to Manila, sir. I don't
need this place. There's no one de-
pendent on mel can't soldier. They
won't list fellow with only two
tngers," he held up a manned hand.
Lost the others in freight smash
up six years ago. But there's a rail
way out there that'll be ours in few
months. Then you'll want Yankee
train-hands. Can you do that much
for me. lieutenant?"
Come to me at the Palace at eight
o'clock in the morning." answered
Stuyvesant. 'Tn have had chance
to talk to my general by that time.
Meanwhile''-and with blush he be-
gan drawing forth his purse.
Inc DIdkcuudu Sn1eQ. We got
money enough, sir. They paid me off
and 1 had some put by. Thank you all
the same, Mr.. Stuyvesant-Oh, yes,
sir, Pm ready" he broke off sudden
ly il addressing some other person,
and Stuyvesant, turning quickly to
see, was confronted by Lieut.. Ray.
"Oh, how-de-do? Going to be here
long?" promptly queried that young
gentleman Haven't seer you since
the night at the Preside. 'Scuse me,
will you, I've got to take-er-my sis
ter wants TO see the brakeman, you
know. With you the night of the
fire" And with that Mr.. Ray hoped
brislxly away to the elevator, the ex-
trainman fonowing, leaving Stuy-
vesant standing obviously at the coun-
ter.
Even a brakeman could go to her
and hear her pleasant words and re-
ceive that beaming smile and perhaps