Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 33, Number 181, 14 August 1908 — Page 4

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TTIE UICH3IOXD PALLADIUM AND SUX-TELEGHA3I, FRIDAY, AUGUST 14, 1903.

TOE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM. Published and owned br the PALLAPIUM PRINTINO CO. Issued T days each week, evenings and Sunday morn In. Office Corner North th and A streets. Home Phone 1121. Bell 21. RICHMOND, INDIANA.

Radolph G. Leeda MaaaarlaK Edlter. Charles M. Har(MBii Miauer. O. Own Kuhn Sewi Editor. SUBSCRIPTION TEEMS. In Richmond $5.00 per year (In advance) or 10c per week. MAIL SUBSCRIPTIONS. On year, In advance $5.04 Six months, in advance 2.60 On month, in advance 45 RURAL ROUTES. One year, in advance $3.09 81 months. In advance.. 1-25 On month. In advance 2 Address changed as often as desired; both new and old addresses must be Siren. Subscribers will please remit with frder. which should be given for a pacified term; name will not be enterAd until payment is received. Entered at Richmond, Indiana, postoffice as second class mall matter. REPUBLICAN TICKET. NATIONAL TICKET. For President WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT Of Ohio. For Vice-President JAMES 8. SHERMAN of New York. STATE. Governor JAMES E. WATSON. Lieutenant Governor FREMONT C. GOODWINE. Secretary of State FRED A. SIMS. Auditor of State JOHN a BILLHEIMER. Treasurer of State OSCAR HADLEY. Attorney General JAMES BINGHAM. State Superintendent LAWRENCE McTURNAN. State Statistician J. L. PEETZ. Judge of Supreme Court QUINCY A. MYERS. Judge of Appellate Court DAVID MYERS. -Reporter of Supreme Court GEORGE W. SELF. DISTRICT. Congress WILLIAM O. BARNARD. COUNTY. Joint Representative ALONZO M. GARDNER. Representative WALTER S. RATLIFF. Circuit. Judge HENRY C. FOX. Prosecuting Attorney CHAS. L. LADD. Treasurer - ALBERT ALBERTSON. Sheriff LINUS P. MEREDITH. Coroner DR. A. L. BRAMKAMP. 4 Surveyor ROBERT A. HOWARD. Recorder WILL J. ROBBINS. -Commissioner Eastern DlatHOMER FARLOW. Commissioner Middle DistBARNEY H. LINDERMAN. -Commissioner Western DlstROBERT N. BEESON. WAYNE TOWNSHIP. Trustee JAMES H. " HOWARTH. Assessor CHARLES E. POTTER. A FALL FESTIVAL. The recent success of the Young Men's Business club in the Good Roads Congress has given hope to those in the town who want to have things going on. The brilliant record of the men at the head of the manage ment was truly a wonder. Now that the same men propose the Fall Festival for Richmond, the town Is convinced from the start that it will be a success of even greater dimensions. Richmond has really no big time to look forward to in its calendar. Other towns have fairs which bring large crowds to the town and other enterprises for the awakening of civic interest The people want such an event, one which will be a climax to work up to. There can be no better time than the fall. Cincinnati has a Fall Festival which serves once a year for the people of the town to get together and do something. . It is a good thing, this getting together. The Good Roads Congress proved that We all feel prouder of Richmond and prouder of ourselves when we realize that we have Just as much go and ambition as any other town in the West and when we realize It other people will realise it too. Farmers like to trade is a town where there is something doing. Let us have a Fall Festival, one which will be better and bigger than anything that has been in this part of the country before. Any amount of money and energy that is put into It will come back to the town in tenfold. ".We have the money and the energy If we will only use it. Richmond can get up a musical, artistic and industrial show which will make an ordinary country fair look like the one time merry-go-round on

the comer of Tenth and Main beside Barnum & Bailey's circus. The various musical societies can get together an enormous chorus, a celebrated band can be obtained, the Richmond Art association could get up a picture show, the merchants and manufacturers can easily surpass the merchants and manufacturers of the neighboring towns in the worth and originality of their wares and products. It will be a good time now to show the outside world that there is something in this town that other towns have not. Special features can easily be arranged for the individual days and attractions can be offered for visitors to come more than one day. In as much as this is campaign time no doubt both parties would be glad of the opportunity to reach so many people at one time and two speakers of the highest type (who would otherwise be assigned to a city of the first class) might easily be induced to come here. Parades, bands, fireworks and the like all draw crowds. There will be no difficulty ia arranging the details. All that Richmond needs now that she has gotten under way In the new-era is to keep a "gasoline move" on.

THE CHAUTAUQUA SALUTE. We are just beginning to realize the enormous amount of havoc that germs play with us in unsuspecting moments. It is true that most people are apt to disregard them, simply because they are so omnipresent that it seems foolish to try to avoid them. But on the whole there are times and places when they get in their work with deadly effect. Since modesty, manners and law have made the cuspidor and the handkerchief the receptacle of the germs which in former times found lodging places on our streets and sidewalks; and since we have cleaned up alley and other filthy places a little more, and have followed our water supply and our milk supply to their sources, so that the germs of dreadful diseases may not attack us unsuspectingly, we had begun to breathe a little more freely. But the Chautauqua salute, the Inspiring creation of Bishop Vincent, is being attacked very justly all over the country for the spread of disease germs. If one will stop to think for a moment, any further comment will seem unnecessary. It is to be hoped that those in charge of the present Chautauqua will take' steps to suppress the salute or to make a rule that only flags or pieces of white paper be used in this ceremony. The idea at first sight that of the waving of many pocket handkerchiefs is a pretty one. But when one considers the amount of catarrh, colds, tonBilitls and eye diseases to which not only the adults but children are exposed by this same pretty waving in a crowded assemblage and" the idea becomes repulsive in the extreme. It Is too dangerous to be permitted. HOW MUCH HIGHER? When the Singer building was finished in New York the papers published pictures of it and the Lusltanla as things which should for a little while merit the attention of the American public as the two biggest things of their kind on this earth- That it was only a seven days' wonder is indicated by the serious proposal of one of the large insurance companies to build a tower which shall be sixty stories high. The problem it is noticeable, is not one of bricks, stone and Iron work, but of political economy which will determine how high it will be built. Apparently jthe architects and the contractors have little or no fear that they will be unable to build this monster or monstrosity. The real question is whether It will be a paying Investment. The great waste of time and of depreciation of value the higher up a room Is, will fix the limit In Paris on certain streets the height of buildings is regulated by the laws of the municipality. It is a striking thing that In America the height of a building should be fixed by what is known as the law of diminishing returns. It is a commentary on the ability of the American builder that the mere question of height does not appear to bother in the least and that the limit must be figured out by the current room rent rather than the law of gravitation. One wonders whether it was a squabble about the rent of the top floor which stopped the work on the tower of BabeL The famous fogs of Newfoundland are only found, as a rule, on the east and south coasts and on the "banks," being caused by the meeting of the arctic current with the gulf stream. The interior in summer is described as a most delightful climate, resembling that of the south of France. D They Cure Malaria and Summer Lassitude Blackburn's n u Because they are Physic Tonic Purifier 0

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am o!) CopyrigM. 1906. by CHAPTER XXII. ItEGORIO DEL FILAR, the picturesque Filipino leader, about whom so much has been written in praise by the war cor respondents, was leading bis men back Into ' the danger fields, inviting the American pursuers into every trap which his crafty brain could devise. Captain Groce, with a company of infantry, was following him closely and doggedly into the fastnesses far to the north. Village after village was devastated by the white troops, always a few hours after the wily Pilar had evacuated. Aajlgos laughed In their deceptive sleeves at the Americans and misdirected them with impunity. In eight cases out of ten the amlgo wore arms underneath his garment of friendship and slew in the dark whenever opportunity arose. Graydon Bansemer was one of this doughty, eager company which blazed the way into the hills. Close behind came the bigger and stronger forces, with guns and horse, and the hospital) corps. It was the hunt of death for Aguinaldo and Pilar. Shortly after daybreak one morning a slim, black figure crept out from among the trees and gave the countersign to the challenging sentry. He was soon on his way to the captain's headquarters bearing news of importance. The browu skinned scout had traveled all night over a hazardous route, and be was more than welcome. He brought news that Pllar's men were on to the east and the north, well intrenched and prepared to fall upon the Americans when they advanced blindly into the trap laid for them. The newspaper men pricked up their ears and at once looked to a box of carrier pigeons which formed a most important part of their pilgrimage. A fight was at hand, doubtless an important meeting of the clashing forces. The whole army was waiting for intelligence of Pilar waiting with little less anxiety than that which attached Itself to the pursuit of Aguinaldo. Captain Groce ordered Sergeant Connell with a picked squad to reconnoiter. They scurried off in advance of the company, with instructions to locate the elusive enemy and open up the secret of his position. Supposedly Pilar was ten miles oft among the rocky foothills which guarded the pass through the mountains. As usual, Bansemer was one of the scouts. He enatched his rations with the others and went forth eagerly to court the danger and excitement that was promised. For days they had bad no fighting worthy the name. Amigos everywhere, villages peopled only by women and children, treacherous peacefulness on every side. This had been their encounter an occasional rifle shot from the rice fields, a crackle of guns far ahead, a prisoner or two who had not been, quick enough in transforming himself from combatant to friend, that was all. Now there seemed to be real fighting ahead. Pilar was known to have many men good soldiers all of them. The native ecout gave close and accurate directions as to his position. It remained for Council's men to draw him out if possible. Captain Groce and the remainder of bis eager company did not march until long after the scouts were on their precarious way. Two hours after the party of eleven left the village a Mauser bullet from a clump of trees far to the right cut through the bat of one of the scouts who was some distance in advance of his fellows. As be saw the scout stoop to pick up his hat Rogers turned to the man nearest him and remarked: "They'll get him sure as sbootln' some day if he hikes along in that fool way." It was no new experience for the scouts to find the quarry gone when they reached the place where they expected to find him. Pllar's own scouts had found that the ambuscade was destined to fail of Its purpose, and the wily leader drew back into the more accessible country. The scouting party did not come in sight of the little brown soldiers. Before noon they were far up in the bills, everywhere met by the physical assurance that the enemy was not far ahead of them. Behind them came Captain Groce and his men and the two correspondents. Amigos along the mountain road gave information that was not worth having. A deserted village showed signs of the passage, and finally there was proof ahead that Pilar had stopped to give battle. He had reached his vantage ground. Connell and his men drew back and waited. Nightfall came and with it the spiteful crack of the Mauser rifle. A brawny trooper toppled over with a great hole in his head. Filars pickets could see like cats in the night The native scout reported that the big village of Concepcion was not far ahead; Pllar's men were making their stand before this rather Important stronghold. "Well get a scrap that is a scrap, boy." said Connell exultingly. These fellows are going to put up a fight at last They're like bees up yonder. We've got to fall back on the company. If we don't they'll chew us up before the little captain can get to us." Too well did the men know the bellicose temperament of the big Irishman to think of grumbling at such a command, yet It was with a certain reluctance which invariably accompanies a backward step that the men retired to meet the advancing company. Young Bansemer in his khaki uniform was not the immaculate, debonnaire man of the drawing room. Service though, abort had. been bard and

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Ttodd. Mead fKL Company grueling. ' His" face was even handsomer with its rugged lines and set features. He was thinner and browner; his eyes were clearer and a darker gray; his hair seemed thicker and fairer than before; his figure more erect and sinewy. The wistful look in his eyes seemed to betray hunger for action; his ever ready eagerness to on the move told of his strength an of his weakness. He bad the lean, active bearing of the panther and the restless daring of that lithe animal. No man in the company had stood fire as valiantly as he. He courted the whiz of the bullet, scoffed at the rigors of the march and instinctively was a good shot with the rifle. He bore no grudge against the department at home; he had no grievance. The officers recognized in him a man of parts, a man of station far above the position which he had chosen in the army. He was a source of mystery to the men of his own rank in the line the plowboys, the teamsters, the roustabouts and the ne'er-do-wells who had gone into the army from, choice or discretion. At first they had called him the "dude" and had laughed at his white hands and clean jaws. Ills indifference to their taunts annoyed them. Oue day he knocked down the biggest bully of the lot and walked away without even waiting to see whether he would arise after the blow. He simply glared at the next man who chaffed. It was enough. The company held him in a new respect that forbade the reporting of the incident to the officer of the day. Every night before he lay down to sleep, in the rice field or the barrios, he took from his pocket a leather case and gazed at the small portrait it sheltered. No one had been permitted to see him in his devotions, for that was what he called these sacred moments. His lean face, full of fierce energy all day long, softened as his eyes devoured the dainty miniature. "Halt: Who goes there?" A shot rang out in the stillness of the night. It was answered at onco by another closer in. More shots followed, gradually increasing to a fusillade as the scouts and pickets came running back. Men sprang up from the (ground, but even as they did so another volley reached them, and three men dropped with a groan and lay still. The alarm sounded clear from the bugle and echoed back from the surrounding hills. A sharp command came from the throat of the sergeant The company seized the stacked rifles. Captain Groce gave another order. The formation to repel attack was made ' ...... ... in an mcreaiDiy snort space or. time. There was no disorder, no confusion. The little officer was as cool as if on dress parade. "Steady, men! Wait until they're nearer!" They had not long to wait From all tides a horde of shouting, firing men were rushing on the little square. "Here they are! Now, then, boys, fire!" Volley after volley rang out The foremost of the enemy fell at their feet Hand to band was the fighting. The bayonets . lunged with deadly ef fect but seemed powerless to thrust; the mass back on itself. Men ' shot hacked, stabbed and clubbed each other. ; "7?s a whirl of uplifting and descending rifles and bolos. Fierre OJ ths vied with the shrieks of the wounded for supremacy. The grunt of men who slaughter, the gasps of the victims when the steel went home, were heard on all sides. At times the soldiers could not see on ac-1 count f the sweat and blood pouring from their faces. The very air wasj foul from the steam from the living and the dead. They could not breathe. A sort of vertigo overpowered them, and they only kept their feet by grappling with the enemy. To Bansemer It seemed that all his life be had been doing nothing but warding off and delivering blows. I i Fighting, side by side with Rogers, he saw, with horror, that the soldier's j rifle had been torn from his hands and that he had no weapon to defend himself, but before he could see justj how it happened this individual combat bad altered its aspect, Rogers had grabbed the Filipino's gun and was doing the clubbing. With renewed zest Bansemer finished with the bayonet his , own assailant and saw the man fall on top of poor Adorns and ; Relander. i Suddenly there was an exultant yell j from the enemy. Instinctively Banse- i mer knew that one side of the square ' had given way. Quickly turning, he j rushed to give his aid and just in time caught the arm of a native about to slash him with a huge nife. With the two gripped hands high in the air struggling for mastery the adversaries became separated a bit from the rest of the chaotic mass of friend and foe, j swaying . out to one Bide of the plaza j and under the walls of a convent ! Bansemer was facing it and just at the moment that be felt his strength giving way and could see a grin of triumph on the fiendish face there came a flash and a report and his adversary fell at his feet Glancing up to ascertain who had fired the shot that had saved his life, he thought he saw a figure -disappearing from one of the windows. The incident acted as an inspiration. Gathering together a few men, he reached the captain's side and communicated his plan. The opportunity was not to be lost Groce gave an order; Connell repeated it Then interpreting a temporary lull in the murderous struggle as their vantage, the men, with a cheer and dragging the field piece, broke for the building and by bayoneting and clubbing the insurgents out of the way accomplished the .lash with slight loss. The soldiers "mrJed themselves against the stoutlj r.rred door. It fell with a crash. -T.aUa'ext UUoJVPd and Jill, open

George Barr McCutcheon Author of "Beverly of Gr&ust&rt V Etc ings and windows manned. Singularly enough, these defensive actions seemed at least temporarily unnecessary, for the watchers peering out of the windows reported that the dead alone occupied the recent field of battle. Not a single Filipino was to be seen on the plaza. Every village has its convent or barrio. Generally speaking, their size corresponds la a certain ratio with the population. But this particular building 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 Pilar 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 window was open, proving that flight could have been by that means of egress. Bansemer was almost positive 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 a cunningly planned trap of some kind? Considerably perplexed, Bansemer decided to keep on his guard. He was ruthlessly searching the chancel when a deep groan caught his attention. Presently, as he paused to listen, a dark figure leaped toward him from a recess back of the altar. The flash of a pistol blinded him and momentarily a 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 bis comrade could reach him his adversary was safely pinned to the floor. A moment later the torches in the hands of bis friends were, burning brightly above the figure of his captive a slender boy who choked with terror and rage. "Who are you, my young friend?" asked Bansemer. holding the boy at arm's length. There was no answer from the tightly closed lips, and Bansemer shook him a little roughly. Then for the first time be perceived that he was not a Filipino. His skin was dark, bnt not the skin of the natives. The handsome, boyish face had regular features European in character. , " "Spaniard T inquired Bansemer a trifle more gently, and again the boy flashed a look of hatred into his captor's eyes. "Look here, my young spalpeen," said Connell gruffly, "Filipino or Spaniard, if you want to save your hide you'd better answer questions and no lies, do you hear?" At this threat a deep groan was beard to come from somewhere back in the recesses of the chanceL The men were startled. Involuntarily the boy cast a furtive glance in that direction. Connell noticed it and, leaving the boy with Bansemer, hurried away and soon was looking down into the face of a prostrate man, young, but aged with emaciation. "You must not touch him! Don't you see that he is dying?" cried the boy plteously in broken English. "He cannot fight you; he's dying," and then in a perfect frenzy of rage to Bansemer, "Let me go pig!" Not until afterward did Bansemer recall that in the general excitement it was the boy who dragged him along to the spot And in spite of the sol em city of the scene there was something in his manner of delivering the insult that amused rather than angered the American. "Plucky little devil!" he said half aloud. Again the sick man groaned, tried to rise from the blankets and speak, but only to fall back moaning. Connell 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 and 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 here?" "Prisoners," was the sullen answer. "Of the Filipinos T' Bansemer asked in surprise. "Yes." "Then why did you try to kill mer "I hate you both! We Spaniards, have we not as much to fear from you? What difference does color make In brutes?" "By the holy apostles! You're a gritty young un!" growled the returning sergeant "Who's the other chap?" "My brother he's dying," said the boy, his voice softening. "Holy Virgin, save him! For weeks we've been in the hands of Agulnaldo's men. He's been so ill all the time. Have you a doctor?" "A surgeon will probably be with us before long," was the sergeant's evasive reply. Bansemer looked searchingly at Connell. What he saw in the other's eyes caused him a sharp pang of grief. Both men turned their faces away for a moment and it was with a gulp that Connell continued: "Your brother will have the best o care if we get out of this mess. You are both safe. We are not fighting the Spaniards." And then pertinently. "So these were Agulnaldo's men? "Yes. He was here directing the fight" the boy answered. "Aguinaldo here!" This and other ejaculations of surprise and anger burst in chorus from every throat But as suddenly they were followed by expressions of chagrin, for by contrasting the present situation with that which they had anticipated, this information had succeeded ia intensifying their mortification. Est uotJthst&ndi5 bis t hajre.otJJie

universal dCiipporatment a V-asty reflection of preceding events convinced Graydon that personally he had little ground for complaint against the late occupants of the convent for unintentional as undoubtedly had been the act through which at the very point of death his existence bad been preserved, there was no evidence to. refute the hypothesis that the shot which had killed his assailant in the plaza had been fired by one of the insurgents under cover. "Great Scott!" was the exclamation to which he gave utterance. "Once more. I suppose, I owe my life to the blundering marksmanship of a Filipino!" This half hearted acknowledgment of his strange indebtedness educed from his companions no recognition ether than a puzzled stare from the sergeant and an enigmatical smile on

the face of the young Spaniard. Connell 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 boy's 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 Tilar, but to surprise you. We never rested day or night My poor brother bow he suffered!" "Yes, yes, but why are they carrying you on a march like this?" "My brother ia 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, a high officer in the Spanish army, died of the fever last wiqter. We were stolen from our bouse in Manila by Agulnaldo's men and bave been going from place to place ever since. We bave not told of the hiding place. The Americans do not need gold, no?" The boy laughed sarcastically. "How many men has Aguinaldo?" "Three hundred or more. I would advise you to look out for Filar. 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 immediately the boy rushed to his brother's side. "Great Ceasar, there's a thousand of them!" cried Rogers. Instantly every man made for the position assigned to him. Thg gun was in readiness. Outside the Mausers rattled, bullets coming from all quarters and thumping sharply against the opposite walls with a patter that warned the Americans against standing erect Occasionally a scout would peep from a window and take a shot into the darkness, but these ventures were few. All lights were extinguished. The men fired at the spots from which burst the flames of rifles, then dropped suddenly. After awhile the firing of tbt Filipinos dwindled into a shot now and then. "Keep low! Tbey don't dare risk a charge! Be ready to defend the door!" Captain Groce commanded. The night wore on, and with the ces satlon of hostilities confidence increased. Re-enforcements were not far off. and it did not seem possible that the sounds of battle could not be beard. The men. worn out by the exciting events of the day, were generally silent Sergeant Connell, however, was an exception. "Get us! Not a bit of if he was saying, "the dirty Utte cowards! Major March will be here in the shake of a dead lamb's tall." An hour later Bansemer, his rifle in hand, sitting near one of the windows, suddenly felt some one tugging at his arm. Turning, he saw the Spanish boy. "Won't you come and help me to carry my brother behind the stone wall?" be was saying. "He is exposed to the bullets and cannot move himself." "Willingly r and Graydon followed his lead. As if he was a child, be picked up the gaunt Spaniard and carefully bore him to the place of shelter, but despite all that he could do to hide his suffering the' pain in his arm, which the removal of the man had increased, was such for a moment that he felt faint and staggered. The boy was quick to notice It and quickly asked: "What is the matter? Wounded?" "It's nothing; merely a scratch." "Oh, I know. Why. it's your arm. and F The boy's face crimsoned with shame and contrition. Through the semidarkness the blush escaped Graydon's notice, but not so the truly feminine little shriek of dismay as he touched and felt the wet sleeve. "It was I who did it! Oh. how can you ever forgive me?" Graydon, dumfounded, stared In wonder. "Whatr he exclaimed; "you're a girl?" "Yes, I'm his sister," pointing to the dying man; then, with some embarrassment: "These clothes? Tbey are the only ones they would give me. You see. a girl would have been a burden; a boy none at alL Do you think that had I been a man you could so easily have overpowered me? No!" The slim, little figure drew itself up straight and defiant before him. De1 spite the loose, ugiy garments of the i Filipinos, Graydon noticed for the first time that the figure was perfectly molded and high bred. She swept off the wide bat she wore, and the man saw a mass of dark hair done up tight- ; ly on her bead. But even while he I gazed her mood changed. She became subserviently anxious and begged him to let her attend to his arm. She pleaded so hard that to please her, he yielded. Water was obtained from somewhere, the slight flesh wound washed and then, disappearing into the darkness, to his amazement the re turned almost Instantly with some bandages and dressed his arm. While this surgical operation was going on Graydon. for the life of him. could not resist the temptation to ask her again why she had tried to shoot him. At first o terribly in earnest did she take the question and beg for mercy, that be smi'd at ber, '--

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seem; um racsai2c. ad saia CI quettlshly: -now could I possibly have known that you were so nice? Besides. 1 had always heard you Americans referred to as brutes." Graydon laughed; then suddenly his face became very grave. The realixa- , tlon of her terrible situation had dawned upon him. A woman among a crowd of rough soldiers! Her brother and protector dying! And all surrounded by hordes of savage enemies who at any moment might kill them! The thought dismissed all pleasantry from his mind. Something must be done, and at once. Presently he asked: "What is your name?" "My father was Colonel Ramos Jose Velasquez. That also is my brother's name, except that he Is not an officer. I am Teresa Fortune Velasquez. My mother was English, a sister of Sir William Fortune. She is dead. For ten years we have lived in Manila." "You won't mind if I call the sergeant will youT The girl nodded a slightly bewildered assent as Graydar moved rapidly toward the" others. Shortly he returned with the gallant Irishman. "Senorita," began Connell, mopping his forehead and assuming his most polite manner, "you are perfectly safe witk us. and as quickly as possible your brother and yourself shall be tent back to Manila. You are a brave slip of a girl, and we boys respect bravery in whatever dress boy or girL" She looked at him in grateful sur

prise, and her lips trembled. "But I am not your friend?" "Fosslbly. senorita." He bowed low. with almost Cbesterfleldlan grace. "But we are your friends." Outside once more the Mauser were rattling, and Connell, with a word of parting, hastily took his leave. Graydon, on the point of returning to his post was prevented by the girt "You were gentle with me even when I tried to Don't risk your life there. Shoot from that narrow gate," pointing aloft "It's not so exposed." Bansemer dragged an altar chair up ' to the rsated window and perched himself upon it The girl sat below him, holding her brother's head in her lap. He was groaning and crying out to the soldiers to kill him rather than permit him to fall Into the bands of the natives again. Suddenly there was a great commotion and crashing of timbers la. the front part of the church, followed by shouts and the rushing of feet Graydon dropped from his perch and ran forth into the chancel. A he did ao the banging of rifle close at band deafened him. In an Instant he iiw what had happened. The Filipino had charged the door and had forced it They were crowding their way Into the church in the face of the deadly Krag-Jorgensens. The chapel was lighted, but not from the Inside. Cunning Insurgents in the shelter of the walls were holding, great torches just outside of the windows. Graydon could see his comrade firing at the door from behind every conceivable barrier. Without hesitation be dashed down the aisle and Into the thick of the fray nesr the door. The straggle was brief but fierce. The merciless fir of many Mansers on the outside opened a wsy through the of the besiegers was success fuL Through the door and windows tbey came, swarming like bees. Many of them fell to rise no more, but their comrades took an eye for an eye. Once confident soldier toppled over dead until but few were left Bansemer led them In a quick dash for the chancel, hoping that the enemy would not dare stuck a place so sacred. Captain Groce and other officer bad fallen. Connell became the leader of the remnant Bansemer stood sqssxsly in front of the altar and blazed away at the horde of Filipino a tbey advanced. Tbey shot at him wildly and without effect Bullets crashed Into the altar decorations behJnYl htm. He stood there as one protected by Gad, unharmed in the shelter of the cross. Behind blm bis comrades cowesed snd cursed la their dread of certain death. Ha beard the shrill cries eftbe girl urging him to protect ber brother. She was calling upon G4 and the Holy Virgin to aid a sat 423d him. And be stood there wOh a crazy Joy la bis heart, savagely pulling the trigger of the Krsg-Jorgensen. Finally the hammer snapped with no report As be tamed back in consternation small figure leaped to bis side with a fresh weapon. He shouted a word of warning to ber and wheeled again to confront the foe. Even a be raised the gun a great sbont arose above the noise of conflict There wss a mighty rush, a new banging of guns, a sudden stampede, and the chapel wss filled with men la khaki! (Continued Sunday.) Eating Cocoanut-Cnstard Pie Everybody sings the praises of Co-coanut-Custard pie if it's made just right so as to melt in one's mouth, but a heavy soggy pie will spoil the entire meal and injure the digestion. It is now possible for everyone to have good pie as grocers are selling "OURPIE," each package containing Just the proper Ingredients for two pies Varieties: Lemon, Chocolate and Custard, 10 cents per package. Order the Custard for Cocoanut-Custard pies. Moore & Ogborn Insurance, Bonds and Loans. Real Estate and Rentals. Both phones Bell 53 R. Horn t559l Room 16 I. O. O. F. Bltfg. Richmond's Great Chautauqua Sunday, August 23d Come One ! Come All !