Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1903-10-02

you'll stop two bullets tub my one,
any day" And he pinched slyly at the
ankle of man lying In front of him.
But Sam silently drew his foot away
He was In no humor for jesung; his
heart was heavy with disappointment
and hate; disappointment that his
glorious dream had proved unreal, and
queer hatred that vanished instant
ly whenever for a moment his thought
was not concentrated upon II. but a
hatred, nevertheless. that boded no
good for the comrads lying almost at
his side, Presently the bugles sound
ed Attention. and with a bound the
regiment was ON its feet. Just then
band back at headquarters struck up.
and instantly every man began cheer
ing wildly-all but Sam. He stood 81
lent, qulyerlng from head TO foot, his
head back, his eyes flashing his nos
trils distended. 1t was Dixie" that
the band was playing
With his mind. his every sense, In
toxieated by the sweet notes of the air
to which his father had marched to
death, he was seeing a vision, living
his dream OF charging lines OF gray
Deaf to all but the band, he did not
hear the bugle calls and quick follow
ing commands OF his officers, but with
the instinct Of the soldier stepped out
as the men at his sides moved forward
Looking TO neither right nor left he
strode on: and then, as the regiment
Burged ahead at the run, "Whoop-ee,"
the rebel yell, came ringing from his
lips, and running his best, he led the
way to where the Filipino dag hung
Imply In the still hot air.
The greater number OF the Fillplnos
bolted before the Americans came
within striking distance, but some of
them were from the far interior OF the
island, savage bolo-men, who had not
yet tasted the mettle Of their enemies.
and these stood their ground. With a
Wild yell the Americans poured into
the first trench, and on the instant Sam
and those near him found themselves
engaged In fierce hand to hand con-
filct with the bolo-men. A long brown
arm shot out at Sam, and cleaning
blade came whistling down at his
head, but he detected the blow with
the barrel' 'of his rife, receiving
wound In the arm. and a quick lunge
sent his bayonet into the others
breast. 1t was action quick and sharp.
Close at hand an American was bat
Ting single handed with circle of
foes. and he sprang to his assistance.
Thrusting, parrying, clubbing with
the butt OF his rife, the other man
turned his face just then, and Sam
saw that 1t was the face Of the son of
the man that killed his father-the face
of Tom Owens. With the thought
that he had only to keep his hands on
to see his fathers death avenged dart.
ing into his brain, he stopped but the
next moment the sight Of half dozen
bolos upllfted to strike, drove all the
hatred from his heart letting In In
stead the love and kindly feeling that
had preceded 1t. His arms shot out,
catching the descending blades on his
rifle. and then, before another blow
could be struck on either side, volley
at short range from a body OF their
comrades ended the fight.
Toms rife slipped from his bleeding
fingers, and he turned to Sam. Did
you know it was me. old MANI he
asked, with catch In his voice.
For answer Sam held out his hand.
and the blood strea ming from 1t min
gled with that Of Tom's.-San Fran
cisco Argonaut.