Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-09

ANTNNS{N OF mountains, at the base OF which low
EGSSSN lands slope evenly mile to the sea. Loco
~~SS0S is typicaly ragged, with npa- thatched
huts inhabited by typicaly lazy and
treacherous natives. =.
been the fortunes OF Company l., whose and OFF,
had taken up quarters IN an DID, rooted Span
ish building standing apart from the village and near
the Americans used the upper To add to their dscon-
tent, there no hope far they knew, of soon
rejoining the egiment at ROmblon.
Perhaps Willett Stowell, the trumpeter, took the
hardship of isolation to heart least of all And it should
be remembered he was the youngest and smallest man
of the entire hundred; in fact, he little than
boy, both in years and in size However some have
said that he the biggest in certain other ways He
dark eyed dark haired and fair skinned; he
first rate buger and when he wanted to he could sing.
And it was whispered that he steadily going the
bad despite the good influences of his closest friend,
Corporal Tom McLain. The two were NIissssippians,
the only Southerners in the company.
"If you fellows can't find any place to sit except
my bunk" Stowell growing to of the bigger
boys, "IIl stick couple of sawfish noses under my
blanket. This comes OF having my place too handy
much too handy I'd better say"
"Oh Kid" retorted Big Payne, "do hush! You ought
to be willing to take little off your friends in such
place this Gee! ten thousand miles from home and
bell on"
Stowell nudged Ayres. payne" he said jocuarly,
"thinks he's COW on Pas ranch back home Did you
of rail splitter waillng like that! hen he turned to
Payne. "You big hulk" he laughed, "you're getting
more to eat and more to wear right now than you ever
had to you down with hounds to get pair of shoes
on you. You've got no reason"
"Cut it out, Boys!" came interruptng voice from
the Captains dts nine o'clock. Blow taps,
Stowell'
Every hurried to his blanket and hastily began
undress himself; except Stowell, who took up his
buge from the head of bis army cot and went to win
dow There he blew into the starry night the goto-
sleep song of the soldier.
A MOMENT later every candle had been put out,
leaving the big in total darkness. The little
trumpeter sat down, removed his shoes nOSy, whiS-
pered goodnight to the nearest him, buckled his
revolver-lad belt about his slim waist, and crept
silently to the stairway At the foot of the steps he
waited in the shadows until the camp sentry had gone
to the arthest end of his beat then stole out into the
dim starlight. For a hundred yards he crept through
the baboos and tall grasses with all the craftncss of
native Satisfied that one had seen him. he put his
heavy army shoes and walked fearlessy the central
part of the village.
And, although Stowell did not know it. there followed
with equal noiseessness tall heavy with loaded
rifle and fixed bayonet
The trumpeter turned into a squatty bamboo house,
over the door of which hung i'll painted sign pro-
claiming the sale within of bud bud and tuba. Incl
dentay several other beverages native and otherwise.
sold there. This "beno Joint" owned and
operated by skinned straight haired girl named
HOnabebe. Naturally, the soldiers had quickly changed
it to Honeybabe
Stowe stopped to get in at the rdicllOusv low door
way and approached the sleepy native girl with super
fetal swagger 1t comical, that Swagger. Anyone
might have that it not of long growth