The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1902-10-17

wooden lady's smile. Moreover, these
rude America.tos had been discour-
teous enough to drive the Fifteenth
CazadOres froAl a line of earthworks
that had been constructed with much
hard labor, and which had been held
impregnable. No doubt one of these
soldiers, discovering the secret of the
box, would appropriate its contents
after the universal custom of soldiers.
Private Clifford, T. S, V, strobe into
the San Fernando church one day with
the serenely Independent air that be-
trays the western man wherever he
goes. He looked with covetOus eyes
attheancient banners of Spain hanging
from the rafters of the church-fOr he
had taste for antiquities-andn noted
with a pang that there was no way of
appropriating them unobserved. When
his eyes rested on the wooden lady his
admiration found vent in an audible
murmur, which aroused Pedro from his
siesta. The murmur was succeeded by
a heavy sigh of regret. The war with
Spain was over, and even had there
been that chance the figure was too
bulky bit of loot for private to han
die. Noticing Pedro, who was watch
ing him with suppressed rage, Clifford
said: Pretty figure, isn't it? Who is
she anyway"
81 don't know" Pedro replied quiet
ly.
well, she is the prettiest woman in
Manila" said the American with a
smile, 'and will come to see her often,
if it is permitted"
Pedro shrugged his shoulders,
"There are many pretty women in
Manila not of wood. Why does not the
Senior Soldado seek the acquaintance
of some of them?"
"Oh, wooden lady is safer" replied
Clifford, with laugh. "She will not
lead one into trouble"
"Quien sabe?" said Pedro, raising
his eyebrows.
After that Clifford often visited the
church and spent hours watching the
figure and talking to Pedro, whose ha-
tired for him grew daily more intense.
He was surprised that Clifford did not
seem to care for money-fOr many
worshipers deposited their offerings in
his .presence-and asked himself:
''What did he want?" Then, when the
American was gone, he would whisper,
fercely: ''You are mine-mine only.
QueridO mai, do not smile at that
cursed Americana"
But the wooden lady continued to
smile pensively and remained unmoTed.
One afternoon Clifford invited Pedro
to accompany him to the American bar
racks. Pedro demurred, but the
American insisted, playfully threaten
ing to carry him by force. The Span
lard only smiled bitterly when he dis
covered that Clifford's brethren were
occupying the barracks of the 1if-
teenth CazadOres. His coming caused
no surprise among the occupants.
Many of the soldiers had made friends
among the Spaniards and Filipsaos.
Some tried their small stock of Span
ish on him, and the cook of Clifford's
company dished him out a generous ra-
ton.
After dinner Clifford took the sus-
picious Pedro to the Alhambra, the
largest cafe in Manila, then patronized
almost exclusively, by exceedingly
thirsty American soldiers. Pedro sam
pied his first American beer and
liked it.
81 wish that 1 could take your wood
en- lady friend to America" said Cliff
ford, when they were on the second
bottle.
Pedro laid his glass down quickly,
but made no reply.
''But 1 could not carry the whole fig
ure with me, that is evident" Clifford
continued. Cant you let me have
part of her. Twill pay you"
81 will do nothing for pay" replied
Pedro, proudly. But for a friend
nothing is too much"
Don't think me disrespectful, ven
tured Clifford, hesitatingly, "but l
should like at least the head of that
statue"
TWAS some time before Pedro could
trust his voice. His fingers were itch
ing to clutch the sharp knife concealed
beneath his coat, but he realized that
this was not the place to use it. He
would wait for an opportunity, and
then this American ladrone would be
effectively blocked in his attempt to
decapitate the virgin and cut him off
from his daily revenue.
Il would try to get it myself" adj
ded Clifford, but 1 can't enter the
church after dark. You could do it,
Pedro, and not be noticed"
81 will try" replied the Spaniard,
when he had sufficiently recovered con-
troll of his voice.
"a thousand thanks" said the elated
American, and slapping him playfully
on the back, he asked: won't you
have another bottle?"
But Pedro intimated that it was
time to return to the church.
When they started across the Bridge
of Spain it was quite late, and Pedro
noted carefully that, with the excep-
ton of the American sentries at either