Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-05-05

knife The Spaniard's bullet had hit
the knife. which had been deep down
in his trousers pocket.
II moved away with the knife in my
hand, ana when l passed again JIM
had been taken to the rear, supposedly
dying. l stuffed the knife in my peck
ct. The next I saw of Jim was at
Montauk. l had been IN The foolish
land for long time. They told me
afterwar6 l had been near the land
where Jim is now. When l came to
my senses there was Jim bathing my
face No man ever came back 10 the
world to meet with a better greeting.
jim was so happy he went out beyond
the hospital tents to have roll OH
the ground and one of his Old time
laughs, but, far away as he was.
heard him and it did my heart gooe.
When I was we'll enough to wande:
about in my pajamas with Jim as
support, he asked me about the knife
and if l had lost it.
"'You see. lieutenant. dat knife saw
ed my life. Dat bullet would have kill
ed me shuah, if it hadn't struck dc
knife. 1t carromed off and took me
thru the hip, but I didn't know de-
w
was gone l got dizzy and de doctor at
| Siboney fixed me up and sent me back
home on de transport
| Jim got back his knife. My striker
was killed at Eel Caney, so l chose Jim.
Now the soldiers as rule have little
| talk with the officers, but when you are
a million miles from anywhere. and yoii
know you have an inimitable story
teller near, he is an immense help to-
ward cheerfulness. Jim never forgot
that was his superior. and the tact
that liked his stories made him man
of distinction in the company. de
would tell the same yarn in dozen
different ways. adding to and rear"
ranging the incidents with the skill OF
writer OF plays.
you want to know he saved my
life? Well, we got word that the IN
surgents captured train of supplies
and that they We're supposed to be In
our neighborhood. We went hunting
and came upon them just after dark.
Il was riding ahead with Jim, when
on the top OF hill l spied the carts.
and just as l did a fellow fired out OF
| the brush to my right. He must have
been nervous for he missed. My horse
bolted straight ahead. l yelled to Jim
to get him, and the next thing knew
L was right among them. l dropped
four and then my last cartridge failed.
L slid off my horse to the left as one
| Of them fired at me. He whipped out
an ugly knife just as l hit him tuil IN
| the face with the revolver.
II did not catch him right, and ]
never saw a fellow grin as he did. BE
| thought he had me- caught tia
first blow on the left hand, and then
ran for all l was worth. l felt l must
soon drop, for l was bleeding at d
great rate, and he was getting nearer
Something prompted me to hold the
wounded hand high above my head Sc
that it did not bleed so freely, but the
Gugu was gaining.
Just then saw Jim come out OF the
brush. / lodged to the right to give
him a fair shot and he dropped him
The men laid us out near together
They fixed tourniquet about my arm
and bandaged the hand. Then they
turned to the man who came so near
getting me. He was dying and begged
for water. Jim was at his side and put
his canteen to the insurgents lips.
.Bueno amigo!' he gasped and was
gone. I received medical aid some
hours afterward when reinforcements
arrived, and was hurried to Manila
had lost the use of my hand and was
sent on to America, where the surgeona
did so well with me that l am only
minus two fingers and have perfect
use of the others. 1 expected to see
Jim aga.n at the post. had heard OF
his promotions until he became first
sergeant.
i TT seems that when he reached San
Francisco he went out to see the
sights. Some rough in Chinatown
robbed and killed him.
Jim always wanted to be buried I'M
der q weeping willow near the post,
and he was, with military honors.'