6 | sti rr.no, Story of ji Amy lj f-e in The Phili^in^sJ' [Copyright, 1899. by F..Tennyson Neely.] CHAPTER I. Something unusual was going on at division headquarters and the men in the nearest regimental camps, regular and volunteer, were "lined up" along the sentry posts and silently, eagerly watching and waiting. For a week rumor had been rife that orders for a move were coming, and the brigades hailed it with delight. For a month shivering at night in dripping, drench ing fogs drifting in from the Pacific, or drilling for hours each day on the bleak slopes of the Presidio heights, they had been praying for something to break the monotony of the routine. They were envious of the comrades who had been shipped to Manila, emulous of those who had stormed Santiago, and would have welcomed with unreason lug enthusiasm any mandate that bore promise of change of scene—or duty. The afternoon was raw and chilly; the wet wind blew salt and strong from tha westward sea, and the mist rolled in, thick and fleecy, hiding from view the familiar landmarks of the neighborhood and forcing a display of lamplights in the row of gaudy saloons across the street that bounded the camp ground toward the setting sun, though that in visible luminary was still an hour high and afternoon drill only just over. Company after company in their cam paign hats and flannel shirts, in worn blue trousers and brown canvas leg gings, the men had come swinging in from the broad driveways of the beau tiful park to the south and, as they passed the tents of the commanding general, even though they kept their heads erect and noses to the front, their wary eyes glanced quickly at the un usual array of saddled horses, of car riages and Concord wagons halted along the curbstone, and noted the number of officers grouped about the gate. Ponchos and overcoat capes were much in evidence on every side as the men Siroke ranks, scattered to their tents <0 stow away their dripping arms and belts, and then came streaming out to stare, unrebuked, at headquarters. It was still early in the war days, and, among the volunteers and, indeed, among regiments of the regulars whose ranks were sprinkled with college men who had rubbed shoulders but a few suonths earlier with certain subalterns, the military line of demarcation was a dead letter when "the boys" were out <j£ sight and hearing of their seniors, ■and so it happened that when a young ■officer came hurrying down the path way that led from the tents of the gen eral to those of the field officers of the Tenth California, he was hailed by more "than one group of regulars along whose '.lines he passed, and, as a rule, the query •took the terse, soldierly form of "What's op, Billy 7" The lieutenant nodded affably to sev <iral of his fellows of the football field, Sbat bis hand crept out from underneath the shrouding cape, palm down, sig naling caution. "Orders—some kind," he answered in tones just loud enough to be heard by those nearest him. "Seen 4he. old man anywhere? The general wasits him," and, never halting for re p'x. the youngster hurried on. He was a bright, cheery, brave-eyed Sad of 20 who six months earlier was through the sciences at the great university on the heights beyond the glorious bay, never dreaming of ■deadlier battle than that in which his pet eleven grappled with the striped team of a rival college. All on a sud den, to the amaze of the elders of the great republic, the tenets and tradi tions of the past were thrown to the winds and the "Hermit Nation" leaped the seas and flew at the strongholds Ox the Spanishcolonies. Volunteers sprang up by the hundred thousand and a re 3ucfant congress accorded a meager addition to the regular army. Many a college athlete joined the ranks, while a limited few, gifted with relatives who had both push and "pull," were per mitted to pass a not very exacting ex amination and join the permanent es tablishment asseeond lieutenants forth with. Counting those commissioned in the regular artillery and infantry, thare must have been a dozen in the thronging camps back of the great city, and of these dozen, Billy Gray—"Bellig erent Billy," as a tutor dubbed him when the war and Billy broke out to gether, the latter to the extent of a four-days' absence from all collegiate duty—was easily the gem of the lot. i)ne of the "brightest minds" in his class, he was one of the laziest; one of the quickest and most agile when a-roused, he was one of the torpids as a rule. One of the kind who should have "gone in for honors," as the fac ulty said, he came nearer going out for devilment. The only son of a retired colonel of the army who had made Cali- Jornia his home, Billy had spent years jn camp and field and saddle and knew the west as he could never hope to know 'Haswell. The only natural soldier of his class when, sorely against the will of most, they entered the student bat talion, he promptly won the highest chevrons that could be given in the ■sophomore year, and, almost as prompt ly, lost them for "lates" and absences. When the 'varsity was challenged by a aeighboring institute to a competitive irill the "scouts" of the former report ed that the crack company of the San Pedros had the snappiest captain they ever saw, and that, with far better ma terial to choose from, and more of it, the 'varsity wouldn't stand a ghost of a show in the eyes of the professional judges unless liilly would "brace up" and "take hold." Billy was willing as Barkis, but the faculty said it would put a premium on laxity to make Billy a "varsity captain, even though the pres ent incumbents were ready, any of them, to resign in his favor. "Prex" said no in no uncertain terms; the chal lenge was declined, whereat the rival institute crowed lustily and the thing got into the papers. As a result a select company of student volunteers was formed; its members agreed to drill an hour daily in addition to the prescribed work, provided Billy would "take hold" in earnest, and this was the company that, under his command, swept the boards si"X weeks later and left San Pedro's contingent an amazed and dis gusted crowd. Then Billy went to metaphorical pieces again until the war clouds overspread the land; then like his father's son he girded up his loins, went in for a commission and won. And here he was a "sub" in Uncle Sam's stalwart infantry with three classmates serving under him in the ranks and half a dozen more, either as junior officers or enlisted men, in the camps of the volunteers. He was a handsome boy, a healthy, hearty boy, and, as boys go, rather a good boy—a boy in whom his mother would have found, had she not long since been lifted above the cares of this world, much of comfort and more to condone, but a boy, neverthe less, who had given his old dragoon of a dad many an anxious hour. Now, just as he neared the legal dividing line between youth and years of discretion, Billy Gray had joined the third bat talion of his regiment, full of pluck, hope and health, full of ambition to make a name for himself in a profession he loved as, except his father, he cer tainly loved nothing else, and utterly scoffing the idea that there might come into his life a being for the sake of whose smile he could almost lay down his sword, for he had yet to meet Amy Lawrence. "Who are the women folks tip at headquarters, Billy?" asked a youth of his own years and rank, peering eagerly through the drifting mist at the dim, ghostly outlines of the general's camp. "Didn't get to see 'em. Where's the old man—the colonel?" was the reply. "Chief wants him toot do sweet!" "What's wanted?" called a voice from the biggest of the neighboring tents, and a close-cropped head was thrust out between the front tent flaps. "That you, Billy? Who wants the colonel? He and the "brig" rode over to the Pre sidio an hour ago—ain't got back. Come in; Pve started a lire in our oil stove." A puff of warm air blew from the inte rior and confirmed the statement. It was well along in summer, and not a dozen miles away to the east men were strolling about with palm-leaf fans and wilted collars. Here, close to the gray shores of the mighty sea, blankets and overcoats were in demand. Hospitably the older officer tugged at the lacings of the military front door, swore be tween his set teeth when the knots, swollen by the wet, withstood his ef forts, and then shouted: "Sergeant major,send somebody here to open this." A light footstep sounded on the springy board floor, nimble fingers worked a moment at the cords, then the flap was thrown open and the ad jutant's office stood partially revealed. It was a big wall tent backed up against another of the same size and pattern. Half a dozen plain chairs, two rough board "allies littered with books, pa pers and smoking tobacco, an oil stove and a cheisp clothes rack on which were hanging raincoats, ponchos and a cape or two, comprised all the furniture. In a stout frame of unplaned wood, cased in their oilskins and tightly rolled, stood the national and state colors of the famous regiment; and back of them, well within the second tent, where one clerk was just lighting a camp lantern, were perched on rough tables a brace of field desks with the regimental books. The sergeant major, a veteran of years of service in the regulars, sat at one of them. A young soldier, he who had un fastened the tent flap to admit Lieut. Gray, was just returning to las seat at the other. Two orderlies lounged on a bench well beyond and back of the sergeant major's seat, and a bugler, with his hands in his pockets,w&s smok ing a briar-root pipe at the opposite back doorway. Woe to the enlisted men who sought the presence of the colonel or adjutant through any other channel. The sergeant major would drop 011 him with the force of a baseball bat. "Who all are over yonder at the chief's?" asked the adjutant, as soon as he had his visitors well inside, and the soft accent as well as the quaint phraseology told that in the colonel's confidential staff officer a southerner spoke. "All the brigade and most regimental commanders 'eept ours, I should say, and they seem to be waiting for them. Can't we send?" was tjie answer, as the junior whipped off his campaign liat and sprinkled the floor with the vig orous shakes he gave the battered felt. "Have sent," said his entertainer, CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1900. briefly, as lie filled a pipe from the open tobacco box and struck a safety match. "Orderly galloped after him ten min utes ago. Blow the brigade and bat talion commanders! \Tliat I asked you was who are the women up there?" "No, jou didn't! You said 'who all are up yonder?' I'm a sub, and s'posed you meant men soldiers officers. What have I to do with anybody in pet ticoats?" "And I'm a grizzled vet of a dozen years' duty, crows' feet and gray hairs a-comin'," grinned the adjutant, pull ing at a long curly mustache and draw ing himself up to his full height of six feet, "and when you're as old as I am and half as wise, Biilv, you'll know that a pretty girl is worth ten times the thought our old frumps of generals de mand. My name ain't Gordon if 1 haven't a mind to waltz over there through the mist and the wind just to tell them I've sent for Squeers. Then I'll get a look at the girls." "I've got togo back," said Billy, "and you've no business to—with .Mrs. Gor don and an interesting family to con sider. What tent'd the ladies goto? I didn't see 'em." "Mrs. Gordon, suh," said the adjutant, with placid superiority, "considers it a reflection on her sex when I fail to pay it due homage. Of course, you didn't see the ladies. The party was shown into the general's own domicile. Couldn't you see how many young fel lows were posing in picturesque atti tudes in front of it? Awe, Hank!" he suddenly shouted to an officer striding past the tent in dripping mackintosh. "Goin' up to division headquarters? Just tell the staff or the chief I've sent an orderly galloping after Squeers. He's half way to the Presidio now, but it'll be an hour before they can get back." The silent officer nodded and went on, whereat Gordon made a spring for the entrance and hailed again. "Say, Hank! Who are the damsels?" The answer came back through the fog: "People from the east—looking for a runaway. Old gent, pretty daughter, and pretty daughter's pretty cousin. Heard the orders?" "Damn the orders! They don't touch us. Where do they come from?" "D'rect from Washington, they say. Three regiments to sail at once, and'—" "Oh, I know all that!" shouted Gor don, impatiently. "It was all over camp an hour ago! Where do they—the girls—come from? What's their name?" "Wasn't presented,"was the sulky re ply. "Let a lot of stuffy old women "What's wanted?" show up in search of long-lost sons and those fellows at headquarters unload them on us in less than no time, but a brace of pretty girls—! Why, they double the gate guards so that no out sider can so much as see them. BiJJy, here, knows 'em. Ask him." By this time the youngster had ranged up alongside the adjutant and was laughingly enjoying the latest arrival's tirade at the expense of the headquar ters' staff, but at his closing words Lieut. Billy's grin of amusement sud den left his face, giving way to a look of blank amaze. "I know 'em! I haven't been east of the Big Muddy since I was a kid." "They asked for you, just the same, just after you started. 'Least one of 'em did—for What's-his-name?—the chief military legal adviser, came out bare headed and called after you, but 3 - ou were out of hearing. He said the cousin, the prettiest one, recognized you as you skipped away from the general's tent, and pointed you out to her friend. Somebody explained you were running an errand for one of those aids too lazy togo himself, and that you'd be back presently." "Then go at once, young man," said the adjutant, laying a mighty hand on the junior's square shoulder. "Stand not upon the order of your going, but git! Never you mind about the colonel. He won't be here until after he's been there, and he's in for a rasping over this morning's inspection. Just look at the report, Sergeant major send me Col. Colt's report!" he called aloud, tossing his head back as he spoke. "Oomc in, Parson, come out of the wet." And, eager enough to read a famous inspec tor's criticisms of the appearance of the regiment, the officer addressed as Par son shoved briskly into the tent. The young soldier who had opened the tent flap a few minutes before came forward with a folded paper which, in silence, he handed the adjutant and turned back to Jiis desk. Mr. Cordon took the paper, but his eyes followed the soldier. Then he called, somewhat sharply: "Morton!" The j'oung fellow stopped at the di viding crack between the two tent floors and slowly faced the three offi cers. He was slender, well built, erect. His uniform fitted him trimly and was worn with easy grace, his hands and feet were small and slender, his eyes and hair dark and fine, his features del icate and clear cut, his eomjAexion a trifle blistered and beaten by the harsh winds that whistled in every day from the sea, and, as he turned, all three ofli cers were struck by its extreme palk»r. "You're sick again, Morton," said t»ie adjutant, somewhat sternly. '1 thought I told you to see Dr. Ilefftr nan. Have you done so?" "I —wasn't sick enough," faltered the young soldier. "I was all right a min ute or two—or rather this morning, sir. It'll be over presently. Perhaps it was the smell of the oil that did it— the stove is close to my desk." But Gordon continued to look at him doubtfully. "Move your desk across the tent for the present, anyhow," said he,"and I'll speak to the doctor myself. With all this newspaper hullabaloo about our neglect of the sick," continued he, turn ing to his friends, "if a man changes color at sight of a smasli-up he must be turned over to the lied Cross at once. What is it, orderly?" he finished, sud denly, as the tent flaps parted and a soldier in complete uniform, girt with his belt of glistening cartridges, stood at salute, some visiting cards in his gloved hand. "Lieut. Gray here, sir?" was the com prehensive answer. Then, catching sight of the young officer, who stepped quickly forward, he held forth the cards. "The adjutant general's compli ments, sir, and he'd be glad if the lieu tenant would come over at once." Gray took the cards, curiously stud ied them and then read aloud, one after the other, and placing the topmost un derneath the other two as soon as read. "MR. LISPENARD PRIME." "MISS PRIME." "MISS AMY LAWRENCE." It was the last name that lay upper most at the end and the Parson noted it. "That's the pretty cousin, Billy," quoth he. "Case of the last uhall be first, don't you see? Scoot now, you lucky boy, and tell us all about it later." But Gray was still gazing dreamily at the cards. "I'm sure I never met any of them before in my life," said he. "There must be some mistake. Y'et—that name sounds familiar—somehow," and "that" was the only name now in sight. "I'm off," he suddenly announced, and vanished. There was a sound of light, quick footsteps on the flooring of the rear ward tent at the same time. The ser geant major glanced up from his writ ing; looked at a vacant desk, then at the clock, then, inquiringly, at his regi mental deity—the adjutant. It was just the hour of the day at which all manner of papers were coming down from division and brigade headquar ters to be duly stamped, noted and stacked up for the colonel's action. This was the young clerk Morton's especial function, but Morton had left the office and was gone. [To Be Continued ] WICKED-LOOKING WEAPON. Deserlptlon of the Mauser Pistol That la to He lied l»y United States Cavalrymen. "The new Mauser pistol, with which our cavalry is about to be armed, is a horrible looking piece of machinery," said an esthetic sportsman the other day. "It doesn't resemble a firearm at all, but looks like some strange scientific instrument, such as one might see in a laboratory. Imagine a cigar box, japanned black, with a handle at one end and a short tube at the other, and there you have it. The box contains the mechanism and the tube spouts bullets. The cavalryman of the past was a dashing figure. He wore a steel cuirass and a helmet with nodding plumes, and while he carried a brace of pistols in his holsters, his real weapon was his trusty saber. Do you remem ber the splendid fellows who are gallop ing past Napoleon in Meissonier's '1807?' Since then science has gradually sucked all the poetry out of war and the Mauser pistol is the last work of brutal utili tarianism. The cavalryman of the future will carry nothing but a small black walnut box, and will closely re semble a surgeon going out to operate for appendicitis. "fc'hen he gets to the right spot, designated by the engineer corps, he will dismount, open the box, take out his hideous Mauser machine, hook the case to one end, so as to form a shoulder r.'-st, spray a few quarts of projectiles in a given direction and go home again to rest after the fatigue of the fray. If the calculations of the range finder are all right his bullets per forate somebody a mile away. That will be war a la mode. In some respects it is a great improvement on the old style, but it will inspire no poets. Im agine Tennyson writing the' Charge of the Light Brigade' about a cavalry regiment armed with Mauser automat ics."—Chicago Chronicle. lie Got llin Sleep. Doctor—l see what the matteris. You do not get sleep enough. Take thi? prescription to a druggist's. Mr. Blinkers—Thank you. I presume that's what's the matter. Doctor (next day)—Ah, good-morn ing! You are looking much better to day. Slept last night, didn't you? Mr. Blinkers—Slept like a top. I feel first rate. Doctor —How many doses of that opi ate did you take? Mr. Blinkers (in surprise)—l didn't take any. I gave it to the baby.—N. Y. Weekly. Mystery. "Got a job?" asked one urchin. "Yes," answered the other, with su periority. "I'm workin' fur a lawyer." "I suppose he'll be takin' you into the firm next." "Not me. The whole thing is a mys tery to me. I don't do a thing but sit on a chair by the door all day and try to figure out where he gets the four dollars a week he pays me."—Washing ton Star. WIT AND WISDOM. The man who has never made a fool of himself doesn't appreciate sym pathy. —Chicago Daily News. She —"Do you believe that man sprang from the ape?" He—"No. 15ut I believe all women spring from the mouse."—X. V. I'ress. Coroner —"Was the victim conscious when you reached him?" Pat—"Vis. sor; he wor. But bechnne us, I don't belave he knew ut."—Judy. The hungry man should keep out of society; less attention is paid evury year to what is served 1o eat, and more to decorations.—Atchison Globe. Voice from the Inside—"ls my hat on straight?" 'Ha, ha! evidently a wom an." That is where he made a mis take. 11 was only Toppledon, the drum major of the Steenty-steenth.—Boston Transcript. Mrs. Bragg—"We gave our .daughter a piano for her eighteenth birthday. She was playing 011 it this afternoon. Did you hear her?" Mrs. Nexdore— "Yes, poor girl; she stubbed her toes on the keys several times, didn't she?" —Philadelphia I'ress. Jones —"That policeman is a new man on the force." Smith—"How do you know?" Jones—"Some one toid him this morning there was a fight around the corner and he hurried around in time to arrest both belliger ents." —Ohio State Journal. "I was at Bilinger's this morning and there didn't appear to be anybody home. Have they gone away?" "No, the cook struck." "And they have broken up housekeeping?" "No. She struck the second girl and the whole blessed family had togo to court."— Cleveland Plain Dealer. INK ROLLERS USED IN 1041. Not I nil! n Pew Yenm Afiro. However, Were They Made of Ulue mid Molaaueii. As long ago as tne year 1041, so history tells us, a Chinese blacksmith, Pi-Ching by name, made a paste of glutinous earth upon which he en graved separate characters. Thexu he baked, making movable type of earthenware. Even to this day in China the im pression is made by inking the type with a brush; a thin absorbent paper is then laid upon the face of the type and pressed lightly with a dry brush. We have now the first way by which ink was transmitted to type. This way of taking an impression continued until about 1474. when pelt balls were introduced. If in "perfect" order these would do good work. They were made in the following way: A piece of strong 1 grain pelt or skin was selected, and from this the grease had to be entirely removed. It was then soaked 14 or 15 hours and after ward "curried" by drawing it across a post until every particle of the dampness had gone. Then long tread ing by the feet followed. Wool was wrapped under the skin and the pelt was tightly placed over, but the great difficulty of the opera tion led to the introduction, about 1807. by Mr. Maxwell, of Philadelphia, of the dressed sheepskins or '"skin rollers," as they were called. But they, too, were abandoned, being found too heavy for the hand. About 1815 Mr. i'anshaw, of Xew York, introduced an improved roller made, by wrapping a blanket some eight times around a piece of wood 3"/ a inches in diameter, turned true, and with an iron spindle on each end. The skin was then tightly wound around the blanket and afterwards nailed to the wooden end. It was in 1817, by the merest, chance, in one of the potteries in Stafford shire, England, that the composition of glue and molasses first saw the light. This composition was used in the potteries for what are commonly called "dabbers." Air. 15. Foster, of Weybridge, Eng land, was the first printer to apply this composition to letterpress print ing; but even he did not understand its great usefulness. lie merely spread it, when in a liquid state, upon a piece of canvas and then made a ball of it. This is the only way in which it differed from the pelt ball. The inventors of printing machin ery were not quite so slow, however. About 1830 the composition was used as a coating on wooden cylinders; and here we have the iirst application for printing presses worthy the name of a "roller," without which printing machinery could never have reached the state of perfection it has attained to-day.—lnland Printer. "IlnUn" Afraltl of Cuts. Lord Roberts, commander of 200.000 British soldiers in South Africa, posr sessor of the Victoria Cross and all sorts of medals, is about paralyzed with fear at the sight of a cat. No cat has been admitted to the Roberts house for years. During one of the ac tions outside Cabul. when bullets and gunshot were freely falling around the general and his staff, he was, as usual, coolly indifferent, but all at once he was seen to tremble and pale with fright. The hero of a hundred fights pointed helplessly over his shoulder to a neighboring wagon, artd the staff saw a lvalf-starved black cat perched on top of it. llis strange fear of the cat was so great as to com pletely distract Gen. IJoberts' atten tion from the field of battle, and it was not until a subaltern drove the animal away that the English general was able to bring his thoughts back to the conflict.—N. V. Herald. A Vnrylnnr Population. New Jersey lias a sliding popula tion. Of the C.000,000 (estimated) souls there are that many within the borders at night: at noon there are 1,800.000. The other 200,000 are at work or are engaged in shopping in New York and Philadelphia. — Y. Sun. SSOO Reward Tho above Reward will be paid far Vitiation that will lead to tbo arrest aW conviction of the party or parties wke placed iron cnd slnba on the track of UM Emporium & Rich Vailey R. R., n«M he east line of Franklin Knusl'-r's fans, m the evening of NOT. 21st, 1801. HEI-TRT Accnn, 38- tf. }\tuidnki. FINE LIQUOR STORE EMPORIUM, PA. 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