Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1901-10-19

in hiding and possibly in disguise,
and one unguarded word OF hers
might land him a prisoner, a war
time deserter, within the walls of the
gloomy carcel in Old Manila.
Sandy she had to tell, and he was
overwhelmed with dismay, had gal
loped to Pace to see his colonel and
get leave fer urgent personal and
family reasons" as he was to saw,
to spend 46 hours in and about Ma
Mia. If possible thing, Sandy was
to trail and find poor Foster, induce
him to surrender himself at once, to
plead illness, inexperience- anything
and throw himself on the mercy Of
the authorities. Sandy would be
back by nine unless something utter
ly unforeseen detained him at East
Paco. Meantime what else could she
do?-what could she plan to rescue
that reckless, 1uckless, harebrained,
handsome fellow from the plight into
which his misguided, wasted passion
had plunged him?
From the veranda the clink of glass
and china, the low hum of merry
chat, the sound Of half-smothered
laughter, fell upon the ear and vexed
her with its careless jollity. Impa-
tiently she threw herself upon the
other-the left-side, and then-sat
bold upright il bed.
Not a breath of air was stirring.
The night was so still she could hear
the soft tinlxle of the ships bells off
the Luneta-could almost hear the
soothing plash of the wavelets on the
beach. There was nothing whatever
TO cause that huge mahogany door
to swing upon it's well-oiled hinges.
She heard them close it when they
went out; she saw that it was closed
when they were gone, yet, as she
turned on her pillow and towards the
faint light through the northward
windows, that door was slowly,
stealthily turning, until at last, wide
open, it interposed between her and
the outward light at the front.
Many an evening lately she had lain
with her hands clasped under the
back of her honny head looking
dreamily out through that big open
window, across the gallery beyond
and the open easements in front,
watching the twinkle of the electric
lights above the distant ramparts of
the old city and the nearer CLEAN of
the brilliant globes that hung aloft
along the west edge of the Bagum-
bayan.
Now one-half of that vista was sldt
off by the massive door, the other
was unobscured, but even as with
beating heart, still as a trembling
mouse, she sat and gazed, something
glided slowly, stealthily, noiselessly
between her and those betraying
lights, something dark, dim and hui
man, for the shape was that of a
man, native, as she knew by the
stiffly brushed-up hair above the fore
head, the loosely falling shirt-a ma
tive taller than any of their house
hold servants-a native whose move
ments were so utterly without sound
that Maidie realized on the instant
that here was one of Manila's IA
nous misunderstanding house thieves,
and her first thought was for her re-
volver. She had left it, totally for
gotten, on the little table on the
outer gallery.
Even though still weak from her
long and serious illness, the brave,
army-bred girl was conscious of no
sentiment of fear. To cry out was
sure to bring the instant escape of
the intruder, whereas to capture him
and prevent his getting away with
such valuables as he had probably
already laid hands on became instant
ly her whole ambition. The side win