The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-08-14

universal disappointment. tasty re
lection OF preceding events convinced
Graycon that personally he had little
ground for complaint against the late
occupants OF the convent, for uninten-
tional as undoubtedly had been the
act through which at the very point Of
death his existence had been pre-
served. there was no evidence TO re-
flute the hypothesis that the shot which
had killed his assaiiart in the plaza
had been fred by one OF the insur-
gents under cover.
Great Scott" was the exclamation
TO which he gave utterance. "0nce
more. suppose. / owe my life TO the
laundering craftsmanship of n Filipi.
no.
This half hearted acknowledgment
of his strange Indebtedness educed
from his companions no recognition
other than a puzzled stare from the
sergeant and an enigmatical smile on
the face OF the young Spaniard. Con
nell proceeded with his examination:
Why did they leave you here?'
They had no time TO take US with
them when you broke IN" was the
boys answer. "Aguinaldo was on his
way TO some village where his family
is in hiding. The scouts told him OF
your presence Then he determined
not to wait for Pillar. but to surprise
you. We never rested day or night.
My poor brother-how he suffered
Yes, yes. but why are they carrying
you on a march like this?'
My brother is the only man who
knows where the Spanish gold was
hidden when our war was ended-I
mean the gold that came up with guns
and ammunition. Aguinaldo Is looking
for the hiding place. My father. n
high officer in the Spanish army. died
of the fever last winter We were
stolen from our house in Manila by
Aguinaldo's men and have been going
from place to place ever since. We
have not told of the hiding place.
The Americans do not need gold, no?"
The boy laughed sarcastically.
How many men has Aguinaldof"
Three hundred or more would
advise you TO look out for Pillar. He.
too. may come at any moment"
Scarcely had the words left his
mouth when a storm of yells came
from outside the convent, and i'm
mediately the boy rushed to his broth
ers side.
"Great Caesar, there's a thousand OF
them" cried Rogers.
Instantly every man made for the
position assigned to him. The gun was
in readiness. Outside the Mausers rat.
tied, bullets coming from all quarters
and humping sharply against the op
posite walls with a patter that warned
the Americans against standing erect.
Occasionally scout would peep from
a window and take shot into the
darkness. but these ventures were few
All lights were extinguished. The mer
fired at the spots from which burs
the flames of rifles, then dropped sud
denly. After awhile the firing of th,
Fiiipinos dwindled into a shot now and
then.
Keep low. They don't dare risk {
charge! Be ready to defend the door,
Captain Groce commanded.
The night wore on, and with the ces
sation Of hostilities confidence increas
ed. Requirements were not far on
and II did not seem possible that the
sounds of battle could not be heard
The men. worn out by the exciting
events of the day, were generally 81
lent. Sergeant Cornell. however, wa,
an exception.
Get US, Not a bit of It," he was say
ing. 1.-The dirty l.tle towards. Majol
March will be here In the shake Of {
| dead lambs tail"
An hour later Bansemer, his rife II
hand. sitting near one Of the windows
suddenly felt some one tuggfng at hi!
arm. Turning, he saw the Spanish boy
Wont you come and help me II
carry my brother behind the ston,
WALTZ" he was saying He is exposed
to the bullets and cannot move him
self"
"willinglym and Graydon followed
his lead. AS II he was a child. ht
! picked up the gaunt Spaniard ant
carefully bore him to the place Of shell
ter, but despite all that he could do Il
hide his suffering the pain In his arm
which the removal of the man had In
| creased, was such for a moment tina
| he felt faint and staggered. The DO,
! was quick to notice ii and quickly
! asked:
What is the matter? woundedr
"Its nothing; merely a scratch"
"Oh, / know. Why, it's your arm
and r. The boys face crimsonet
with shame and contrition. Through
the semidarkness the blush ESCAPED
Graydon's notice, but not so the trul,
feminine little shrek Of dismay as b,
touched and felt the wet sleeve.
1T was l who did It! oh. how car
you ever forgive meT'
Graydon. dumfounded. stared II
wonder.
"what" he exclaimed; you're /,
girlT
Yes. I'm his sister," pointing to tn
dying man; then. with some embar
rassment: These clothesl They ar
the only ones they would give me
You see. a girl would have been
burden; boy none at all. Do yo'
| think that had been a man you coult
so easily have overpowered me? No.
The slim. little figure drew itself VI
straight and defiant before him. De
spite the loose, ugly garments of tn