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 or the convent 6uoAu. A surgeon ana the application of ''frst aid to the in- yured" principles soon transformed the convent into a well arranged hos. pttal Uncle Sam's benevolence was also cheerfuIy extended to the wound ed Filipinos. The days of the water cure'' and ''ungodly butchery" had not yet come.
 Young velasquez died soon after day. break. He had been dying for days His sisters grdef was pathetic 1n the extrcme-aye. demoralizing. for it struck deep into the hearts of soldiers who had scoffed at the lifeblood of man, but could not brave the tears of a woman.
 Bansemer did all in his power to comfort and console her. It was to him that she clung in her despair. He had been her captor, and yet it had been he who stood forth in his might to defend her and the loved one who was dead. At nightfall the dead were buried in that faron wilderness. their humble graves marked and recorded before the time when the government could come to give other graves in other lands to these who had given their lives. velasquez was laid beside the Americans. Teresa, a shivering. sobbing little figure in the garb of an insurgent, soldier, was supported by pig Graydon Bansemer. There was no service except the short army ritual; there was no priest or pastor; there was but one real mourner--a pretty, heart broken girl who lay for hours beside the rude mound on the hillside
 Word came back at nightfall that the detachments were to form a juno tion at one of the big villages west ward in two days. The instructions wore that the wounded Filipinos should be left in the village. where native women and doctors would care for them.
 What in thunder are we to do with the girIT was the question that came from the officer in command. More than one man scratched his head thoughtfully and looked toward the disturbing element that had come into the army. She was sitting alone and disconsolate in front of the church.
 There's no way to send her back to her friends, and we can't leave her here" said Bansemer.
 "But, gee whiz! We can't take her on hike like this," protested the ser geant. ''She'n be in the way, and she'll give out, and all that Besides, what would we do with | woman around all the timer"
 'T fancy she can hike all right" said Graydon. Major March wouldn't ex- pect us to- leave her behind That would be heartless."
 By the time the party and guides were ready to start on their forced march the opinion unanimously expressed was that Teresa Velasquez should go forward also, come what might She had pleaded so hard and so effectually that the men were fairly swept of their feet n storm of sympathy.
 44If she gives out we'll carry herr' roared deeply impressed young man with long red whiskers.
 And when we get up to the com mand we'll make them derned core spondents take turn about walkin', so she can ride pony all the time. They've got no business ridin' any howl" !" !, And so with rosy confidence in the fitness of things and just belief in the charity. of Major March. the de- tachment marched out into the hills, the ward of the company trudgine bravely beside the tall and envied MT. BaRssmer. who, by the way, aside from being politely attentive. did not exhibit. any undue signs of exaltation.
 The presence of a woman-and a very pretty one at that, with a sad. ness in her eyes that was appealing served only to send his thoughts Bounding back to the girl he had left behind He grew more and more morose and silent as the day wore on. At times the tired, lonely girl at his side Jagged and cast wondering. piteous giances at him. Her woman's intut ton told her that this man did not be- long where he was. 1t told her also that he had secret and that one of her sex was deeply involved.
 The events of the next two weeks are of small consequence in this mar rative. which deals not so much with the history and mystery of the cam paign in the fall of '09 as with the welfare and emotions of single sol dier at the front Aguinaldo and Pillar had become refugees by this time hunted and bounded from place tc place with relentless fervor. Pillar was somewhere in the hills with his men. he pride of the insurgent forces, Aguinaldo's remnant had scurried of in another direction. and General Tono was on the coast with what was left of the scattered force
 The net about Gregorio del Pillar was being drawn in and frightened. The
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