Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-24

Cd at least temporarily unnecessary, loi
the watchers peering out of the win
dOws reported that the dead alone oc-
cupied the recent field Of battle. Not
q single Filipino was to be seen on the
plaza.
Every village has its convent or bar
rios. Generally speaking. their size
corresponds In certain ratio with the
population. But this particular build
ing was an exception. Dimly lighted,
It gave the impression OF ranking In
size with many of those In far larger
villages Immediately the thought
came to the invaders that the church
might have sheltered the insurgent
leaders Aguinaldo or Pillar might
have directed the attack from inside
these walls. Orders were given to
search every corner and crevice to
ferret out concealed foes. A rear win
dow was open, proving that flight
could have been by that means OF
0Gress. Ransemer was almost posi-
tive that the bullet which had killed
his assailant had come from one of
the upper windows, but whether from
friend or foe was undeterminable.
Were they not in cunningly planned
trap OF some kind?
Considerably perplexed, Bansemer
decided to keep on his guard. He was
ruthlessly searching the chancel when
. deep groan caught his attention.
Presently. us he paused to listen,
dark figure leaped toward him from II
recess back Of the altar. The fash of
4 pistol blinded him and momentarily
4 sharp pain shot through his arm. but
he recovered in time to throw his tall
frame forward upon the slight. almost
indistinguishable figure. There was a
short struggle, and before his com
rade could reach him his adversary
was safely pinned to the floor. A
moment later the torches in the hands
Of his friends were burning brightly
above the figure Of his captive-a slen-
der boy who choked with terror and
rage.
"Who are you. my young friend?"
asked Bansemer. holding the boy at
arms length.
There was no answer from the tight
II closed lips. and Bansemer shook him
. little roughly. Then for the ntst time
b perceived that be was mot Fill
pino. His skin was dark, but not the
slE1n Of the natives. The handsome.
bcyish face had regular features Eu.
sepean In character.
ABpaniardr' inquired Bansemer Q III.
- more gently. and again the boy
AAshed a look Of hatred into bis cap
TORS sges. ssRFs &bN&s
sIook here. my young spalpssa."
0aid Cornell grufiiy. "Filipino or Span
lard, II you want to save your hide
y0U'd better answer Questions--and no
No.. do you hearY'
At this threat q deep grUan was
heard to come from somewhere back
n the recesses Of the chancel. The
men were startled lhvoluntarily the
by cast furtive glance In that direc.
don. Cornell noticed II and, leaving
the boy with Bansemer. hurried away
and soon was looking down into the
face OF a PROSTATE man. young. but
aeed with emaciation.
''YOu must not touch him! Don't you
see that he is dying?" cried the boy
piseously In broken English. He can
not eight you he's dyiag" and then In
= perfect frenzy IL rage to Bansemer.
"I.ct me go~pis.'
Not Iatil af.e-ward did Eansemer
recall TIN. In the genera, excitement It
WAS the hoy who d'sgge.. him along
81 TIL spot Ana II spite Of the solem
EIty az the ste eng there was Something
in his manner ot delivering the insult
that amused rather than aIgcred the
Ai.Icilc1n.
"iiaeky little devilw he said half
aloIt.
Again the sick man groanetl. tried to
rtfe from the blankets and speak. but
only to fall back moaning. Connect
cautioned him against exertion and
promised that no harm should come to
either Of them. While he reported the
discovery to Captain Groce, he had the
man carried to another part OF the
church anu there made comfortable
For the first time now Bansemer began
to notice the pain In his arm. Some.
what angrily he turned to the boy:
Come! Give an account Of yourself
How came you hereT"
"Prisoners." was the sullen answer.
''Of the Filipinosr' Bansemer asked
IN surprise.
Yes"
Then why did you try to kill meY'
II hate you both! We Spaniards
have we not as much to fear from you
What difference does color make IN
bgutesr
by the holy apostles! You're q
Gritty young 'unr growled the return
ING sergeant. who's the other chap p
NY brother-he's dying" said tn,
: ~. his voice softening. Holy Virgin
ave him! For weeks we've been II
the hands Of Aguinaldo's men. He.
been 20 Ill all the time. Have you
1oct0ef"
"A surgeon will probably be viii
- before long" was the sergeant,
evasive reply.
0ansemer looked searchingly at Con
IN. What he saw In the otAer's Avn.