The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1902-01-03
copyrighted. 1000, by the J. B. Lippincoa Col
CHAPTER .XX.-CoNT1NUED.

Far back towards the dusty high
way where the ambulances were hur-
rying, and close to the abutments Of
a massive stone bridge that crossed
a tributary of the Pasig, three Oil,
GERS, a surgeon, aud half-a-dozen sol
dicrs were grouped about PROSTATE
form in the pale blue uniform, with
the gold embroidery and broad
stripes of a Filipino captain, but the
face was CHASTITY white, the language
CHASTITY Anglo-Saxon.
With the blood yelling from a shot
mole in his broad, burly chest and the
seal of death already settling on his
ashen brow, he was scowling up into
che half-compassionate, half-con-
temptuous faces about him. Here lay
the Captain Americana" of whom
the Tagal soldiers had been boasting
for a moatfS- sC-7Jies5r lex, from the
army of the United States, a com
missioned officer in the ranks of
Aguinaldo, shot to death in his first
battle III sight of some who had seen
and known him Gin the blue"
Lieut.. Stuyvesant, revived by a long
pull at the doctors flask, his bleed
ing stanched, had again pressed for
ward to take his part in the fight,
but now lay back in the low vic
toria that the men had run forward
from the village, and looked down
upon the man who in bitter wrath
and hatred had vowed long months
before to have his hearts blood
the man who had so nearly done him
to death in Honolulu. Even now in
Sackett's dying eyes something of
the same brutal rage mingled with
the instant CLEAN of recognition
that for moment flashed across his
distorted features. 1t seemed retri-
button indeed that his last conscious
glance should fall upon the living
face of the man to whom he owed his
rescue from fearful death that
night IN far-away Nevada.
But, badly as he was whipped that
brilliant Sunday, Johnny Filipino"
had the wit to note that Uncle Sam
had hardly a handful of cavalry and
nowhere near enough men to follow
up the advantages, and hence the
had to follow. In that campaign San
dy Ray was far too busy at the front
TO know very much of what was 60
ing on at the rear in Manila. He
listened with little sympathy to Far
1uhar's brief disposition of poor Fos-
ter's case. "They could remove the
desertion and give him a commission.
but they couldn't make Wally a sol
der. He went home when the fight
ing had hardly begun" Somebody
was mean enough to say if he hadn't
his mother would have come for him.
There was no question as to the
identity of the soldier who died in
Filipino uniform. Not only did
Stuyvesant recognize him, but so did
Raw and Trooper Mellen, and Connel-
". fetched over from the north side
to make assurance doubly sure. 1t
was Sackett-Murray, gambler, horse
thief, householder, deserter, bite-,
murderer and double-dyed traitor.
He had fed to the insurgents in
dread of discovery and death at the
hands of Benton's comrades.
And perhaps it was just as well.
Foster knew of his hapless end be-
fore he took steamer homeward;
knew, too, of Stuyvesant's wound,
and-possibly it had something to do
with his. departure-of the DISPOSE
lion made of that fortunately wound
ed officer. Miss Ray, it seems, was
regularly on duty now, with other
Red Cross nurses, and Stuyvesant
went to the First Reserve" and
STAYED there a whole week, and even
Or. Wells came and smiled on him
and Miss Porter beamed, and still nc
was not happy-for Maidie came not
She was busy as she could be at the
farther end of the other wards.
And so Stuyvesant grew impatient
of nursing, declared he was well, ant
stfll was far from happy for at thai
time Foster was still lowering about
i the premises, and Stuy''csant eoulC
N,ee only one possible explanation fol
It They moved him back to hi'