The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-03-22

it,
But" pipcd up Samuelson suddenly.
show about this girl? Suppose she SECS
her picture in the papers rs the sweet
heart of a brave young officer who died
for his flag in Luzon? Say. she won't do
a thing"
'Rein back there. sammy" command
cd TominSon. Rein back TO your troop.
The girl. even if She happens to see it.
which is not at all likely. needn't imagine
she is the only pretty girl in Tho world.
She will merely think that there is an
other girl in the world who bears re-
markable resemblance to her that's all"
That's all echoed Johnson.
by the way said Tomlinson. Il
was studying that photograph as | came
back today, ana | could trace the name
Alice on the back. 1t had been rubbed
out, but it was still there. SO her name
is Alice. and l think we may call this
association the Alice club"
Right" said johnson. "Who'n be the
first TO die for sweet Alice. Ben BoltE"
with all admiration and devotion for
the beautiful face | have incloScd in a
golden locket and swung by pale blue
ribbon about my swanlike neck" said
AtilllluSCu, L OlcS II won | De me.
The garrison at Santa Rita had little
to do for the next few weeks Then
suddenly the ladrones began to make
raids on the Villages near by and one
night they shot into a town whore there
was small party of American soldiers
and killed two of them. Tomlinson and
johnson took their companies and went
out to round up The ladroncS and punish
them. After a two days march John
sons company suddenly encountered the
enemy. The fight was short affair.
The FilipinOs broke after a few vollcys
from the soldiers and scattered in every
direction. The last bullet that they fired.
though, landed squarely in Johnson's
breast. and when the hospital corps men
picked him up he was dead The hos
pital steward carefully removed the dead
lleutenantS personal effects and turned
them over to the colonel commanding the
regiment
They were all duly sent back to the
States to Johnson's family, and in due
time along with the pictures of johnson
that were printed in the papers were
those Of the beautiful young woman, the
sweetheart of Lieutenant johnson of the
Fourteenth cavalry, who was killed in
the Philippines"
Alice Netlcy saw it one day. She gazcd
at it in establishment.
'My picture" she gasped.
She looked at it until she was certain
there could be no mistake. To make sure
she went in and got copy of the photo
graph which she thought to be the same.
There can be no doubt" she said.
I1Ia LII,
'Why, | never knew him. He never
even saw me-"
Then she thought. Yes the Four
teenth cavalry had come through the
town on their way to the Philippines.
This lieutenant had ben with the reri-
ment at that time, of course. and prob
ably had seen her and fallen in love.
Then he had obtained a photograph
somewhere, begged it from one of her
friends who would not tell of the affair
Then he had worn this picture over his
heart to the day of his death She turn
ed to the account of how the lieutenant
had died. The bullet had struck golden
locket he wore on his breast ana. Clanc-
ing, had torn IFS way through his heart.
The girls head dropped on her bosom.
She sat there in the twilight, CRYING
softly.
Two months later lieutenant John
sons body was brought houle. When it
passed through Emmetsburc there was
pale faced girl in mourning at the depot.
The whole town knew the story ana
looked at the girl with pity in their eyes.
Lieutenant Johnson's sweetheart"
they whispered. He had her picture
over his heart when he was killed"
As the train stopped Miss Netcy was
helped into the baggage car She laid
some flowers on the coffin and then. bury
ing her face in her handkerchief, was led
away.
''He loved me-" she murmurcd to her
self. He is my hero-my poor, dead
hero"
Lieutenant Samuelson, who was play
ing poker on the Pullman. heard some
man outside the car loudly telling the
story of Alice Netley and the man who
had died with the picture on his heart.
Samuelson grew red. I'm afraid we
carried that thing too far" he thought
to himself, He reached his hand into
his bosom pocket and tore a locket from
his breast. AS the train crossed the
bridge he reached out his hand and drop,
ped the locket into the river.-Chicago
Tribune.