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"The ProblemA MILITAR Y NOVEL


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"The ProblemA MILITAR Y NOVEL

BY

F. GRANT GILMORE

McQrath ^Publishing CompanyCollege Park, Maryland


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Reprint McGrath Publishing Company 1969Reprinted from the copy at the

University of North Carolina Library at Chapel Hill

Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 78-76109

Manufactured in the United States of Americaby Arno Press, Inc., New York

COPYRIGHT BYF. GRANT GILMORE

1915


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PREFACEDEAR READER: It is of no purpose of mine tomake an appeal to your sentimental nature in

lauding the exploits of the principal characters,or to exaggerate the facts associated with theirlife. You will note, in depicting the scenes, thatthe actual time and date are given to guide youthrough the eventful career of the principals.The scenes are natural, and are brought to yournotice daily. What we do claim is, that the dictatesof conscience prevail throughout. The sacrificeexhibited is natural and the description of theaction of the soldiers and the noble display ofbravery are all too true. In all, as you followthrough the many perilous scenes and incidentsof this romantic novel, may the lesson taughtbring us closer to mankind and that we may becharitable in thought and deed. As time passes,we are slowly drawing to the place where there isno race, no creed, no color. THE AUTHOR.


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'The Problem'

CHAPTER IUpon the wings of fleeting time,Ride happiness and despair;Unknowing of their lives entwined,Not dreaming of the care.

Gilmore.Hezekiah Williams was born of free parents inthe little village of Selma, Ala. His father, Austin

Williams, was one of the few colored men of Selmawho had never been slaves. His first born was aboy whom he named Hezekiah, who, from hisyouth, was thrifty and industrious. The exactdate of his birth wa,s not known, but he was a mansome years prior to the beginning of the Civil War.In 1858, Hezekiah married Susan Mabry, the maidof Colonel Mabry 's eldest daughter, purchasingher freedom by paying the sum of $2,000.00. InJuly, 1860, the first born of Hezekiah and SusanWilliams was a beautiful girl, whom they namedAmanda.While on a visit to Selma, Ala., Colonel Fairfax,

of Richmond, Va., met Hezekiah Williams, whomhe induced to come to Richmond, Va., and takecharge of his farm. Williams made the long journeyfrom Selma, Ala., to Richmond, Va., by stagecoach, and after three weeks' journeying arrivedat the farm of Colonel Fairfax to become its manager.Having run the farm so successfully for three years,Colonel Fairfax decided that he would retire andmake his future home near Washington, D. C.,offering Hezekiah the option of purchasing the farm


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or renting it. Hezekiah decided to purchase,paying $10,000.00 in gold, and giving a' mortgagefor the remainder, which was to be reduced annually.The payment of such a large sum of money incash by a colored man called forth much surpriseand speculation in Richmond. Williams, by thispurchase, became the owner of one hundred acresof the richest land in Virginia. The friendshipbetween Colonel Fairfax and Williams grew verystrong, and every year Colonel Fairfax returnedto the farm to pay Williams a visit. In all theundertakings of Williams his wife, Susan, was hisstrongest supporter. Her very fair complexionmade it difficult to fix her racial status. In 1870,Hezekiah was seized with a lingering malady, whichresulted in his death August 5, 1872. At his deathSusan and her daughter Amanda found themselvesconfronted with the responsibilities of entirelyliquidating the mortgage on the farm, as well asmaintaining the same.Amanda, at the age of twenty years, was a beau-tiful young woman, inheriting the fine qualitiesof her mother, even the luxurious growth of brownhair which covered her shapely head. She wascalled "de queen of de village," having manyadmirers. After the death of Williams, ColonelFairfax took a deeper interest and often visitedthe Williams homestead.

In a beautiful mansion, surrounded by an exten-sive estate, situated about two miles from theCapitol grounds, lived the Fairfax family. Mrs.Amelia Fairfax, wife of the Colonel, a product ofan aristocratic Southern family, endowed withhigh ideals, was the happy mother of a bouncingboy. Henry Fairfax, the heir to the Fairfax fortunes,was two years old at this time. His black, piercingeyes portrayed the hot Southern character inheritedfrom his parents. It was even said that he was


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the pride of his father, and was closely watchedthat no accident would befall him; thus he grewto be a promising young man. At the age of sevenyears, having no companions save his valet, hewas surprised one day by the arrival of a verypretty girl, five years old, named Freda, broughtby his father as a playmate for him.Mrs. Fairfax received the little girl with non-chalant reserve, having agreed with the Colonelfor her adoption, not knowing anything of theparentage, and accepting the explanation of theColonel that the little girl was a waif with no knownparents, and, being endowed with marvelous beauty,would be a fit companion for her lonesome boy.

Tho' the intent be goodEvil brings its own reward.Tender affections grew up between the boy and

girl. Over the vast estate they romped with Bruno,their mastiff guard, often hiding in the shrubberyfor hours until found by the valet or housemaid.The lives of these two became inseparable and thetenderlike affection existing between the two broughtunbounded pleasure to Colonel and Mrs. Fairfax.But alas! fate had decreed this romantic changeembodying four lives to be severed, for at this timethe Colonel contracted a serious illness and all theaid of medical science was brought to bear to com-bat the ravages of this disease. After sufferingthree weeks the head of the Fairfax family, a manof wealth and renown, died. The Colonel, knowingof the approaching end, called in his solicitor, anda codicil was added to his will, reading: ''That thegirl, Freda Waters, brought to my home by meshall be reared, cared for, and given a thorougheducation, and at the age of twenty-one she shallreceive the sum of ten thousand dollars and the


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Grief stricken, Rosewood, the Colonel's vastestate, was closed by the widow, having decided togo abroad. The party, consisting of Mrs. Fairfax,a sister, Mrs. Lee, the maid and two children,visited London, Paris, Berlin, and many cities ofnote. They remained abroad about one year. Inthe spring of 1886, they returned to America.Rosewood was again opened and the family settleddown to a new life. The education of the childrenwas the one thought and desire of Mrs. Fairfax.Henry expressing a desire to be a soldier, it wasdecided to give him a military training. Laterhe was sent to a military school. Freda, beingyounger, remained at home under tuition of acompetent instructor. Mrs. Fairfax, being promi-nently associated with many societies for the reliefof humanity, found much pleasure in her philan-thropic work. The daily association of Freda withher foster mother brought about a very tenderregard, which afterward ripened into deep affection,and they often sat and talked of the time whenHenry would return home on his vacation, and thehappy reunion was celebrated by many uniqueand novel entertainments. Thus the lives wenton and on, until at the age of fifteen, Freda wassent abroad. She exhibited a rare taste for artand music, being blessed with a marvelous voice.

"You'll be a reigning belle," her mother said,"when you return, and although I am loth to partwith you, it is for your future welfare."Freda embarked for Paris in charge of a governess,to begin a new life mid foreign surroundings. Afterfour years of study she returned to her home. Thehappy party that journeyed from Washington toNew York to welcome the homecoming of Freda,consisting of Mrs. Fairfax and her son Henry, whohad received the highest honors for his efficiency atWest Point, was rapturously overwhelmed with the


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left the shores, said, "There she is, mother! Thereshe is!" Freda, attired in a natty traveling gown,came down the companionway of the steamer."Oh, I'm so glad to be home again; Paris is fine,but America for me."

FREDA'S CHOICEMid the sweet strains of music from the Hungarian

orchestra, the perfume of flowers, and the thousandsof electric bulbs entwined in the shrubbery, madeRosewood into a garden of Eden the night whenFreda was presented to Washington society. Foreignnoblemen, men of wealth, men of letters, and menhigh in government and military circles were theguests of Mrs. Fairfax and her son Henry, whohad received the honorable appointment as surgeonin the United States Army. Everywhere through-out the vast assemblage Freda's beauty was openlycommended, and after the earnest solicitation ofher mother she consented to sing. The "Airiafrom Aida" was rendered with rare grace andsimplicity which electrified her hearers. "Who isthis girl of the Fairfax's?" "Where did she comefrom?" These and other inquiring remarks werecaught by the sensitive ear of Freda, which causedher to think and wonder and to ask herself the samedistressing question, "Who am I?"

Accepted as the new belle and the acknowledgedqueen were the social honors conferred upon thisdebutante. After the guests had departed and thefamily assembled in the tea room, reaction tookpossession of her, and, though the Fairfax familyhad achieved new social honors, that "Who am I?"was a speptre of the past which came to blight thefuture happiness of this innocent girl.

"Freda, my child, I was so proud of you to-night;you looked so beautiful."

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"Surgeon, you and your mother are so good tome, and the reception you planned for me to-nightis only one of the many exhibitions of your kindlytraits of character; but I fear I must do somethingpractical. How could I be happy doing nothingwhen there is so much suffering in this world?Mother, you will forgive me if I beg of you and theSurgeon to excuse me, so I'll kiss you both goodnight."Everywhere in Washington society the marvelousbeauty and exquisite grace of Freda, known as theadopted daughter of Colonel and Mrs. Fairfax,was openly discussed, and the dethroned belleswould ask, "Who is this budding beauty?" "Whydid the Colonel adopt her?" When these annoyingquestions were brought to the attention of Fredashe, one day, ran to her mother, and throwing herarms around her neck, bursting into a flood of tears,she cried, "Mother, tell me who I am." Mrs.Fairfax, distressed at the girl's sensitiveness, triedto console her with these words: "You are myown dear, sweet child, and what I have is yours;so there, don't cry."* * * *

"Yes, my dear Miss Waters, the board of exam-iners have accepted your petition, and you mayreport daily to the District Superintendent of theRed Cross Society. You will find the work arduous,but as you are blessed with a strong physique I haveno fear but that you will make a successful nurse. ' 'This was the life Freda chose after consultingher heart as to how to find happiness in this world.Surgeon Fairfax and his mother were much distressedat the course taken by Freda, and society seemedshocked by the action of the crowning belle ofWashington.When remonstrated by Mrs. Fairfax as to whyher dear child chose that profession, Freda gently


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tions that care for the afflicted and the unfortunate?Have you not given up your time and money forthe poor and the distressed? Did you not take mewhen I was but a child; cared for me; educatedme, and made me what I am to-day? Did you nottell me that our lives should be useful? Am I notfollowing your precepts?"

"Yes, my child, but you are so young, so inex-perienced. You are not sure that you will like thelife. Listen! You will be sent afar off to othercountries where fever and pestilence prevail. Youwill have to care for the wounded, live in tents,and suffer untold hardships. Could you be happyin that field? Freda, I love you. The Colonel leftme with a vast fortune, more money than I canever spend. Henry, my son, loves you, and it ismy wish that some day you will be his wife.""Mother, there are voices crying out, as myheart cries out, for mercy, and I must respond totheir call. God has ordained it and I bow to Hiswill. You will love me better when you know thatI gave my life for those less fortunate. Forgive me ! ' '

"Well, my dear, if this is your choice, I mustsubmit to your desires, and may the yearning ofyour heart, which leads you to this great sacrifice,not result in disaster and failure. I leave you withthis promise: No matter where you are, no matterwhat befalls you, you are still my own dear child,and you will always find me ever ready to serve you,but I have grave fears for the step you are aboutto take." With these words, Mrs. Fairfax, a womanof strong temperament, gave way to her tenderimpulses and cried as though her heart wouldbreak. Freda, not having seen her mother crysince the death of the Colonel, was visibly affected,and threw her arms around the neck of her bene-factress and wept with her. Surgeon Fairfax enteredthe room about this time and found the womenclasped in each other's arms. The scene was one


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that deeply impressed him and he vowed thatFreda should be his wife, no matter what she didor where she went. He thought that he never sawa picture so lovely."Freda, can anything change you in this madact? Can you not see that you have drawn a darkcloud over our bright sky of happiness? What canwe do to change your mad intent ? Tell me ! Whatcan we do?""Surgeon, you can do something; you and yourdear mother. You can give me your blessings inmy new field of happiness. Would you see me un-

happy, or will you join with me in serving humanity,like Christ, who gave His life for the world that allmight be saved? No, Surgeon, I must go to thosewho need me, and God will bless you and your dearmother for encouraging a heart whose future deedswill add glory to us all." Thus, she won her wish,and the following day reported to the headquartersof the society and was assigned to one of the barrackhospitals, where she received practical instructionsas to the care of the wounded.

After the destruction of the battleship Maine,in the early spring, the United States was like ahound held in leash, ready to spring at the throatof the enemy, and only wise counsel prevailed,owing to the unreadiness of the country for war.Then came the declaration of war with Spain andthe mobilization of the regular army was promptlybegun, and troops began to leave their home stationsfor the scene of action. It was at this period thatthe famous Ninth and Tenth Cavalries were orderedto proceed to Cuba, whereby their deeds of valormade history.

Freda, with a corps of nurses, was sent to Cuba.Surgeon Fairfax, wishing to be near her, asked tobe assigned to duty, which was granted. FredaWaters, the beautiful Red Cross nurse, began a new


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CHAPTER IIO, thou child of many prayers!Life hath quicksands Life hath snares!Care and age come unawares.

Longfellow.Ben Henderson was among the slaves of John

Henderson, who lived near Petersburgh, Va., wherehe held large possessions. Ben was known as themost handsome jet-black negro of his community.His wife, Maria, was tall and very dark, showing allthe characteristics of her African descent. Of the fourchildren born to Ben and Maria, one was William,known as "Lanky." Ben died, leaving his wife withthe care of these four children, who were unable tobe of much assistance to their mother.

William Henderson, known as "Lanky" amonghis associates, received this distinction at the ageof ten years, being very tall and slender. Hismother being a widow he was denied many of thenecessities of life. They lived in a hamlet nearRichmond, Va. He attended the village schooland was known as one of the brightest pupils there.At this age he exhibited a great trait of characterfor leadership. His playmates never disputed hisauthority, owing to his pugnacious disposition.Marauding parties, led by Lanky, wrought muchhavoc among the neighboring farmers, and causedmuch anxiety to his mother. The weather wasnever too rough nor the distance too far for Lankyand his band of marauders. The band's depreda-tions had become unbearable, so it was decidedto send Lanky to an uncle who agreed to raise andeducate him. He was sent to the city of Richmondwhere he attended the public school until he was

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sports. His oft-expressed desire to be a soldierwas realized one day after a stormy scene with hisuncle, who attempted to admonish him for someof his misdeeds, saying, " William, I will not tolerateyour acts any longer; you must settle down tosomething that will be of service to you." Thenext day a tall, active young colored man appliedto the recruiting station and asked to be assignedto a regiment. Having passed the mental andphysical examinations, he was sent to Fort Robinson,where the Ninth Cavalry was in camp. The manyIndian uprisings at that time required much scout-ing. In these expeditions Henderson was one ofthe foremost to volunteer. His courage was neverdisputed, and he won many medals in pistol andrifle contests. He rapidly rose in rank from 1888until 1898, when we find him receiving the appoint-ment as Sergeant.

Baiquiri and Siboney, near the entrance ofSantiago Harbor, Cuba, were very lively placeswhen the Ninth Cavalry arrived in the latter partof June, 1898, to engage the Spaniards. The scenewas one that shall never be forgotten. Men, whohad left their loved ones at home, were in a newregion infested with disease, venomous reptiles,and a hostile enemy, who depended solely uponguerrilla warfare. Only those endowed with pa-triotic love for their country, and who were willingto lay down their lives for the glory of the Starsand Stripes, were there, and the anxiety for actionovershadowed all melancholy thoughts of the lovedones far away.

Henderson, in charge of a detachment, was sentahead to guard the advance of the Commissary."General, there will be some lively times hereand the boys are very anxious," said Captain

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"Oil, they will get it!" retorted General Funston,"but you fellows out there on the water can seewhat you are doing, while we boys on shore can bepicked off at leisure, but everything is in readiness.The transport, bearing the hospital equipment andthe Red Cross nurses, has arrived, and we haveselected a very desirable site for them.""My, what a pretty lot of girls there are amongthem. Who is in charge of the hospital corps,General?"

"Surgeon Fairfax, of Washington, D. C., a brightand able fellow. I know the family well. MissFreda Waters, his foster sister, is one of the corpsof nurses.""General, I must get aboard ship. I'd like to

have you dine with me, if convenient," and withthe usual military salutation the General andCaptain separated."How do you do, Surgeon? I learned that youwere here," and with these words he grasped thehand of a tall, military young man with piercingblack eyes, whose nervous temperament was notbefitting a man of his profession."Glad to see you, General, and always trustto see you as you are at the present time. I wouldnot have been here, but I must be near Freda. Youknow she is inexperienced in this field and willneed a strong arm to guide her.""Oh, well, she can care for herself, and if she

doesn't contract a fever you may have no fear forher safety."Saluting the General the Surgeon turned his

footsteps toward the camp; the General to hisheadquarters.On a beautiful hill, shaded by palm trees, a shortdistance from the road which leads to the harbor,was a row of tents surrounding one large tent.The emblem, a huge red cross, shone out clearly


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term it, was all quiet and serene. The simplearrangements of the cots, white and spotless, onlybespoke of the care taken by those in charge. Thatlittle army, whose arduous labors bringing morepersonal satisfaction than honor achieved, wasas brave in the discharge of their duties as anysoldier who fell under their care, and that Christ-like influence over the unfortunate did more tobring back to health than all the medicine admin-istered by the surgeons. This was where Fredafound happiness.

Little did she dream that it would be here thatcircumstances, over which she had no direct control,would so shape themselves as to revolutionize herheartfelt desires; and at night, when she kneltat her bedside, she prayed that she would be madestrong to do the work ordained by Him who said :

" Blessed are they that mourn;For they shall be comforted"Those who were near her, gazing upon the inno-

cent face, saw a picture of determined resolution,and as she said "Good Night," her eyes shone witha spirit of content and love for all mankind. With-out, the silent tread of the sentinel, the deep stillness6f the night, the anxious forebodings of impendinghappenings pictured a scene of mental unrest.Not very far from the hospital tent was a row ofgray canvas houses, presenting a village of mam-moth proportions. There were streets, avenues,and a large space to be used as assembly or paradegrounds. Far beyond, mid trees and underbrush,sulked a race whose hot-tempered blood saw nothing,knew nothing, only the avenging spirit of conquest.Shrewd, alert, pantherlike, ever ready to springat the throats of their prey, they, the Spaniards,lay and wait for the inhabitants of the village tobegin action; and so the clouds of night, slowly


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anxiety. Far away, loved ones prayed to Godthat he would watch over, guide, and protect thosewho would give their lives for their country.The break of day found the soldiers resting ontheir arms, and from Washington throughout theUnited States, the all-absorbing topic, ''What willhappen next?" was the prevailing question. Spain,realizing the enormous task before her, preparedherself for a long siege. Her best and most powerfulbattleships were sent to these shores. The long-drawn out conflict between the Spaniards and theCubans, lasting ten years, only served to makeher more determined to crush the proud spirit ofthe United States. This country, knowing of thehard struggle for independence and freedom of thelittle island of Cuba, had, in a small measure,aided the inhabitants to secure that which we alllove. The noble manner in which they had foughta greater and more powerful foe gained for themthat regard and respect due to individuals andcountries; so the sympathy of the world, fortifiedby the will of God. The United States had beguna war for the elimination of despotism and tyranny,supplanting the same with the new reign of lawand justice to all mankind; thus we have the motivefor this great conflict to be waged relentlessly,until liberty stands predominant upon the WesternHemisphere.The sound of the bugle, the tap of the drum,brought the army to attention. Couriers werereceived and dispatched; transports arriving, onwhich was Colonel Roswell with his roughriders,a formidable array of fighters, strong, active,reared in the West, known as cowboys and ranch-men, not considering the dangers, but like theirleader was ever ready to be in the thickest of thefray."How far is it to the hill, General? We're going


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Colonel gave when General Funston received himin camp."Oh, not very far, Colonel; but you must becareful; those devils are lying in ambush, and theyare all sharpshooters and will pick you off at will."

"Spaniards or no Spaniards, we're frothing atthe mouth, and our object is to take the hill."With these words he saluted the General and leftfor the camp of roughriders.Henderson, starting on a scouting expedition,made the following report to General Funston:"General, we have found that it is almost im-

possible to make an open charge against these reddevils, owing to the growth of the underbrush,which is even far better than trenches. It givesthe enemy perfect shelter and exposes us to a deadlyfire. I learn that the roughriders are about to takethe hill; you must persuade them to desist. Theact is not only foolhardy but suicidal, and willcause a useless loss of life. In making observations,I ran across a Spaniard lying in the ambush nearthe outpost; after a little exercise with him Ibrought him in. He is now in the guard tent; Iwish you would look him over. We may win fromhim some information that would be of some inter-est."

Sergeant Henderson and General Funston wendedtheir way to the guard house.

Pete, known as a body servant to General Funston,who had lived with the General for years as hishouse servant, uneducated, unskilled, loving hismaster better than he loved himself, was destinedto become a factor in this romantic life. No oneever paid any serious attention to Pete. He wasrespected only for the position he held and oftenaccepted abuse at the hands of others rather thancomplain to his master; yet, within that blackwas a heart with as a as of


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regard of Henderson and became his true friend.It was this man who also became the true friendof Freda. It was the love for justice of this manthat brought to a successful conclusion the manyperplexing incidents connected with their lives.His noble character brought for him that esteemand affection he so honestly deserved. As circum-stances forced him in his present capacity, he wasnot endowed with that spirit of bravery, and oftenshrank at the sound of shot and shell; but as timewent on, and being so closely associated with danger,Pete was always there to administer to the weakand fallen, rendering service of much value. Therewas a sentimental part in Pete's life which wasquite natural, as he was but human, and whenfate brought him and Quito together the incidentssurrounding their romantic courtship were ratheramusing.

Quito, a young widow of a Cuban soldier whowas killed just prior to the opening of hostilities,was found one day by Surgeon Fairfax lurking nearthe entrance of the hospital tent. After carefulinvestigation, it was decided to have her wait uponthe nurses. Speaking very little English, butrealizing her position, she soon became the wardof Freda, who took special interest in this poorunfortunate woman. Looking upon Pete as onein her own sphere they soon became great friends,and were often seen together. Thus, we find Cupidplaying pranks with the unlettered, as well asshooting his arrow at the heart of sterner material.So we find a life of happiness amid gruesomescenes, and who could foretell the climax of thiseventful beginning, for it was very shortly afterthat the sound of rifle was heard one clear morning,long before those sleeping peacefully in their homeswere awake, and at gray dawn of that memorableday the word was passed through camp that ColonelRoswell and his roughriders were on their way to


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take the blockhouse. A call to arms was hurriedlygiven. Out from that village black heroes rushed.In the distance the firing of musketry could beheard, and the first real battle was on. The rough-riders were being cut down and their fearless leader,with his remaining comrades, stood in danger ofcomplete annihilation.Who can save them? Who will save them?Couriers arrive with the news that hope is almostgone, but without one word of command fromsuperior officers, Sergeant Henderson dashed forthfollowed by his true heroic comrades. Into thedeep thicket they plunged, disorganized in forces;they fought man for man, hand to hand, body andsoul in action.

"On through the battle's crush,With but one thought aflush,Driving their lords like chaff,At the guns' mouths they laugh;At the slippery brands,Leaping with open hands,Down they tear, man and horse;Down in their awful course,All their eyes forward bent,Rushed the Black Regiment! 1 ' Baker.

Far upon the road leading to the blockhouse,surrounded by a few brave followers, ColonelRoswell is seen, sword in hand, battling againstsuperior numbers, which must only fall soon bythe advancing enemy. The Stars and Stripes aretrailing in the dust on the hillside; the groans ofthe wounded and the shrieks of the dying addedhavoc to this foolhardy undertaking; but abovethe din of battle, a voice is clearly heard: "Holdyour own, Colonel; we're coming!" It was onlya few yards between Henderson and his comradesthat the massive form of the Colonel was seen to


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Pandemonium reigned; the day was saved, and theStars and Stripes again waved in the sunlight of thatmemorable morning. Reinforced by General Funston,the scattered army was again united, and mid thesinging of "A Hot Time in the Old Town To-night,"the famous Ninth and Tenth Cavalries returned tocamp. But the price of victory was high ; among themany wounded brought to camp was Sergeant Hen-derson. The blanched faces, depicting anxiety forthis black hero, were everywhere prevalent. Deepsilence reigned without, which was only broken bythe arrival of General Funston, who had followedHenderson to the relief of the roughriders.

"Surgeon, is Henderson mortally wounded?""No, General, but he needs care.""Surgeon, you must save this man's life; forsuch gallantry displayed by him I have neverwitnessed before."Many cots in the hospital were soon receivingthe heroic wounded, and after they had been tenderlycared for and made comfortable as possible, we

find General Funston standing at the cot of Hender-son, with Freda in attendance."Tell us how it happened, General. Tell us ofthe battle."

"It was this way: We were resting quietly onour arms in camp, thinking of our loved ones faraway. I was seated in my tent preparing my reportto be sent to headquarters at Washington. Hearinga few scattered shots, paying little heed to the sameuntil the sentinel came to me with the news thatColonel Roswell and his roughriders were on theirway to take the hill, not dreaming that he wouldput into execution such a rash act, when, all atonce, I could hear firing of muskets, and with theaid of my glass I saw that it was all too true.Roswell and his roughriders had started and werebeing hemmed in on all sides and cut down like


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Long through the vigil of the night a living angelwatched over this semi-conscious hero, guided bythe thought that duty commanded her to make asacrifice, and to remain awake that any physicalturn for the worse would be arrested, and, as Godhad given this hero to the world, for his recoveryshe felt that she was personally responsible. Thesudden twitching of the muscles, that exhibitedthe restless nature of this sleeping patient, at timesstartled her and, after giving him a mild opiateprescribed by the surgeon, he relapsed into peacefulslumber, with the word "mother" escaping fromthose unconscious lips. This magic word Fredacaught, and again that thought, "Who am I" roselike a spectre before her. It was not very longbefore Henderson was able to take mild exercise.This he would do in charge of his nurse. Theytalked of home and the prospects of peace. Attimes he would often stray from her watchful careand would be found at the headquarters of theGeneral, begging to be allowed to return to duty.The General, realizing his weakened condition,admonished his nurse not to permit the Sergeantto go beyond the hospital lines.

"Sergeant, you've walked enough, and I, as yournurse, must see 'that you return to your cot. Now,won't you come with me?" With these words shestopped to retrace her steps toward the hospital,and the childlike appeal seemed to unman thisfearless soldier. He stood as one bewitched, notknowing how to reply; then his strength of powerreturned and he said :

"Miss Waters, ever since I have been under yourcare there is a deeper wound far greater than anygiven by this enemy; a wound which medicalscience cannot heal. The ravages of war only serveto make life glorious or inglorious. There are menfar happier whose bodies lie cold upon the battlefield than those whose very soul has been condemned


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to eternal living. Why did you let me livewhen the chasm between us cannot be bridged?Why, Oh why, did God in His infinite grace allowa heart, whose whole thought was for the glory ofhis country, to sulk and cower under the magneticinfluence of one so weak in physical force, yetunconsciously making a slave of sterner stuff.Leave me! I return to duty. Thine eyes are notfor mine. Thy soul belongs above."Then, as a criminal having confessed for a crime,he attempted to leave her, but Freda restrainedhim, saying, "Wait, Sergeant! Hear me! Hearme! You know not who I am; I know not myself.When a babe I was left in care of others, reared inluxury gf wealth, surrounded by loved ones. Inever knew the love of a mother save that of mynurse, one of your race, who, through her tears,sang me to sleep. I can see her now, tenderly caringand watching over me, and, until I was taken fromher, I loved her as though she were my own dearmother. The world was cold and dreary, and thehappiness of the unfortunate seemed to call to me,crying, 'Mercy!' My life was a blank until thatfateful night you were brought to the hospital tent,and, after bending over you, a whispered wordescaped from your lips, the word 'Mother!' Thenhearing the words of praise for the gallantry dis-played by you upon the battle field, of your sacrificein the discharge of your duty, Sergeant Henderson,I saw in you that which all women see when theirsoul is awakened to the thought that life holds allthat is dear to us; and, as you will leave me, letthis be our prayer, that, though the laws of theland forbid, there is a higher law where souls mayrest in peace in that world where parting is no more."

"Stop! You have no right to tempt me. Letus forget this day. Let it become a part of the


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of our thoughts return. Let the memories waft onthe distant horizon."Before she could restrain his action he was gone.

But, alas! These declarations of two souls wereoverheard. As though sent by the gods of destruc-tion, Surgeon Fairfax heard all.

' ' What can this mean ? Can the woman who gaveup all the pleasures of this world for the care of theafflicted and the unfortunate, love this Othello ?Can this woman, whom I loved in my childhood,be as Desdemona, that loved Othello for his bravedeeds? Is it true that she has awakened from herlethargy, to see life as other women? If so, I swearby the gods to thwart every act of his that wouldrob me of the only woman in this world for me."In the stillness of the early evening, while thebreezes wafted through the palm trees, this manswore to avenge a fancied wrong of a comrade.'Mid the glory of victory, sorrow took control ofthree hearts at the dictates of fate.Here we find Henderson, in a weakened condition,at the headquarters of General Funston.

"General, I am all right. I feel well enough toreturn to duty. Don't send me back to the hospitalagain; the boys all miss me."There he stood; a hero of many engagements;a man who smiled in the face of danger, pleadingto his superior officer like a school boy. Any place,anywhere, than back to the hospital tent wherehe would come in contact with the woman whowas robbing him of his earthly existence. Thewounding of his heart was far greater than thewounding of his body, for he dare not hope for thatwhich was beyond his power, and he stood silentlyawaiting the General's reply." Henderson, you are not strong enough for activeduty, and I command you to remain under the careof the Surgeon until he discharges you as physicallyfit for service. That is my ultimatum." With a


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commanding gesture to put his command intoexecution, he arose, and without a word pointedhis finger direct to the hospital tent. With bowedhead and a sad heart Henderson returned to thehospital.And Freda; in the communion of her thoughtsthere arose these perplexing questions, "Who amI? What have I done that the gods of fate havecrushed my ambition? Why is my life, at one timea moment of sunshine, blighted by the dark shadowsof remorse? Are the sins of the fathers visitedupon me as one of their children?" And, in thissolitude of melancholy, she wept herself to sleep.

Fairfax, the man of hot Southern temperament,reared in the luxuries of this world, his every wishgratified, no one daring to dispute his power, stoodas a panther at bay. In a tent, especially builtand equipped for an operating room and laboratory,seated at a small table, was this soldier of medicalscience; and the distressing incidents, leading upto the present time, changed this man's very being.The teachings of his early youth had no influenceover him at this time, and, with these words, "Hemust die!" he prepared a drug to be administeredto Henderson, in the guise of medicine. "This isthe last medicine he shall take, for, when he sleeps,it will be his last." And fate, as if playing to thewill of the gods of fate, Freda entered.

"Surgeon, Henderson has returned, and I fearhe has overtaxed his strength. Will you go to him?

""Freda," spoke Fairfax, reaching for his hat,"You'll find Henderson's medicine all prepared;

give it to him when you think he needs it. I amin a hurry; I have some important duties to per-form." As if sentenced by his conscience for hisdastardly act he left the tent.With anxious steps Freda returned to the hospitalproper, and there, seated on his cot, was Henderson.


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as she thought, by overtaxing his strength, sheagain returned to the laboratory, procured themedicine prepared by the Surgeon, and returnedto administer it to her hero patient.

"Here, Sergeant, take this; then you will rest."As if receiving a command from his superiorHenderson took the fatal drug. The effect wasinstantaneous, and with a languid yawn he fellback on his cot. Freda, believing that she hadadministered only a mild opiate, prepared him thathe might rest comfortably, and returned to hervarious duties.

Fairfax little dreamed, when he prepared thatdrug, that Providence had ordained that its effectwould not be as far reaching as destined by him,and that its victim was a man of indomitable,physical and mental construction, and so, insteadof being in a state of coma, awaiting the slowexhausting vitality of this black hero, it had theopposite effect, and we find the Sergeant delirious.Having rushed from the tent, running toward theheadquarters of General Funston as if making acharge at the enemy, he shouted, at the top of hisvoice,"Charge! I say, back! Back, you dogs!You shall not take her from me. I love her ! I loveher!"The General, having been notified of Henderson'squeer actions, met him at the entrance of his head-quarters. Henderson, like a wild man, fell exhaustedat the General's feet. By the aid of loving com-rades he was assisted back to the hospital. GeneralFunston gave orders that Henderson should bereturned to his home in Richmond, and preparationswere made for his speedy departure.

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find them leaving the distressing scenes the latterpart of fall, 1898; some to their homes, others tovarious places where they were assigned. It wasat this time that we find Fairfax and his sisterreturning to their home in Washington. He, withthe conscious dread for the guilty crime committed;she, with the anxious foreboding as to the fate ofher ideal man.


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CHAPTER IIIAll this the world knows well; yet none knows wellTo shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

Shakespeare.Ten thousand miles from our last scenes of

military activities, a semi-civilized country wherebarbarism and idolatry reigned, a tropical climate,unexplored, inhabited by a race short in stature,a mixture of Mongolian, Spanish and Malay, wefind ourselves, through conquest of war, possessors.Not far away is the beautiful country of Japan,with its picturesque rivers, temperate climate, anda small, but progressive race. In the harbor ofNagasaki, Japan, we find the United States trans-port, ''Warren," resting at anchor. On board aretroops assigned for duty in the Philippines. Theharbor is bedecked with vessels belonging to theJapanese Navy, all in holiday attire. The welcomeaccorded the arrival of the " Warren" by this littlebrown-raced country was very cordial, and thereception tendered the officers was of the highestsocial and military courtesy. The reciprocal ex-changes, lasting for a short period, gave new vigorto the fighting craft, whose destiny was Manila inthe Philippine Islands. Shortly after, upon arrival,in the early fall of 1900, the regiments were assignedto the departments of Southern Luzon. The severaldetachments were distributed to different points;some to Pasacao; others to the Bay of Miguel;others at Nueva Caceres and Legaspi. With horsesand rations ashore, the regiment made preparationsfor an active campaign, and we find our heroesonce more in a hostile country, making prepara-tions for the establishing of sovereignty by the


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The Philippines, being one of the many Spanishpossessions, was allowed, for .centuries, to map outits own destiny. There we find an uncultivatedcountry populated by an illiterate race. Theprogress made by the Japanese and the Missionarieshad little or no effect upon it, and the country wasunder the control of bandits, who existed by captur-ing the wealthy and holding them for ransom.Here lived Aguinaldo, who had gathered abouthim the most crafty of his race, and whose powerwas never disputed. It was this bandit chieftainthat the United States had to contend with, and theaggressive campaign to be waged was to be of relent-less character.For years the guerrilla warfare between Spain

and this bandit chieftain was a source of muchanxiety to the sovereignty of Spain. The progressof this conflict cost many lives, with no resultattained. The rich rubber forest was an incentiverevenue for grafting filibusters, which netted themsufficient income for their adventurous conquest.Manila, the capital, situated at the head of ManilaBay, the headquarters of the army, was a veryenterprising city. It was here, at this place, whereAdmiral Dewey made history by entering overthe mines laid by the Spaniards. It was here wherehe received the distinction by Congress as beingthe greatest living Admiral. It is here, in this city,where the United States troops are stationed;where plots and counter-plots are being laid againstthe government and individuals; but we will goback to when we left the shores of Cuba.At the close of hostilities between the United

States and Spain the regiments remained underarms for orders. A protectorate, having beenproclaimed by the United States over the islands,was all that was necessary at this period. Therebuilding, the re-establishing of commerce, and the


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of the United States. Thus the departure of SurgeonFairfax, accompanied by his foster sister, Freda,and Quito. The tender affection of Freda for Quito,and the thought that Quito would again be thrownupon her own resources, with no one to care for her,were the reasons given why Freda decided to bringher to Washington. Under the tutelage of Freda,Quito became quite proficient in English. Herloyalty to her mistress was unquestioned, andthey were always seen together, seeming only to behappy when near each other. They confided inone another, and Freda enjoyed many pleasantmoments with this unlettered girl, taking greatdelight instructing her as to modern customs.In exchange, she taught Freda Spanish, and theywere often found together reviewing each otheras to the progress made. They were discoveredat one time by Surgeon Fairfax, down near a brookrunning through the estate, and the Surgeon,wishing to speak to Freda alone, commandedQuito to return to the house. It was here that herSpanish blood asserted itself and she retorted,"You hava no righta to maka me go away. MisaFreda go with me ! "The Surgeon was amazed and stepping forwardattempted to administer a rebuke to the unfortun-ate Qjuito, but was restrained by Freda, saying,"Surgeon Fairfax, no gentleman ever strikes alady," and, taking Quito by the hand, she startedfor the house.""One moment, Freda, I have something to sayto you.""You will pardon me, Surgeon, you may seeme this evening," and with a haughty mien, as ifhurt by the Surgeon's act, she returned to the house.Here were the lives of two unfortunates. Oneblest with wealth, but unhappy; the other ignorantof the ways of the world, but blest by having a


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gleaned much pleasure by giving her, life for thecare of the unfortunate Quito. Arriving at thehouse, Quito was sent to her room, and Fredasought her foster mother, to map out the programfor the following day.The many organizations for the relief of theunfortunate, of which Mrs. Fairfax was prominentlyassociated, gave Freda an opportunity to be avaluable assistant; she, with others, making gar-ments for the poor, visiting the distressed, thepenal institutions, and calling upon the sick.One day, while on an errand of mercy, she wascalled upon to visit an old colored lady, who wasknown throughout the neighborhood in which shelived as Aunt Maria. This eccentric old lady hadsupported herself by telling fortunes, but in lateryears her active mind became impaired by age, andshe lost manyof her patrons. It was said that duringher palmiest days she could relate the past andforetell the future of any one who crossed her handwith silver, as they termed pay. Being well known,the charitably-loving citizens cared for her in hercottage, instead of having her removed to a chari-table institution. It was here, that, when Fredaentered, she was greeted with "Sit down, Freda,I knew you'd be here."Astounded by being called by her name, Fredareplied, "How did you know my name? "

"Oh, I know your mother; I know your father."Then, lapsing into silence, she held out her hand.

Freda, knowing the eccentric character of AuntMaria, opened her purse and placed in her hand asilver piece. Deep silence and a penetrating glancecaused Freda to feel very anxious, and she wonderedwhat could the old woman know about her? Couldshe really read from her eyes the history of herheritage? With these perplexing thoughts she satwaiting for Aunt Maria to proceed. Still holding


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born not far from Richmond, on a beautiful farm.Your father died when you were quite young.Your mother awaits your coming; she has disownedyou and is held by a great power. Her lips aresealed, but some day the power that holds themwill be broken, and you will be happy." With asatanic laugh she released her hand.

Freda, knowing the weakness of Aunt Maria'smind, thought nothing more of the incident, andhaving a basket of provisions to deliver, she arose,and, to please the old lady, she put her arms aroundher saying, "Good-by, Aunt Maria, I will cometo see you again. ' 'But there was no smile on the old lady's face,and a penetrating look seemed to awe Freda as sheleft the little home. But, once without, her genialmanner returned, and she felt that she had doneone more commendable act in administering tothe worthy poor."Take me home, James," was the order givenher coachman, and very shortly she was enteringthe magnificent estate of Rosewood."You must be tired, my dear. Where have youbeen and what have you done?" was the greetingof Mrs. Fairfax.

"Oh, mother, I met the funniest old colored ladywho could tell fortunes. She told mine, and themany things she said! I'm going to see her again;you'll go with me, won't you? I can't tell all now;I'm a little tired and hungry," and, laughing likea careless child, she kissed her foster mother andrushed to her own room. She was soon joined byQuito, who was to prepare her mistress for dinner,and, with the words "What will you wear?" shebegan to disarrange her mistress's hair.Seated around a beautiful dining table, thatevening, was the happy Fairfax family. Mrs.Fairfax, just passed the prime of womanhood,


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aristocratic countenance, would liken / her untothe queen rose, with every petal unfurled, all ofwhich added to its grace and beauty. Seated ather right was the pride and heir to the Fairfaxfortunes, whose deep, black eyes displayed thestrong Southern temperament inherited from hisfather. In contrast, on the left is Freda, whosechildlike, innocent expression seemed to have powerto allay fear, yet endowed with strong force ofdetermination. A sumptuous repast was beingserved and enjoyed, and the world seemed to beat peace with all mankind. Each one seemed tobe involved in his or her own thoughts, as if awaitingthe attack of the other.The Surgeon, realizing his hasty act during theafternoon, sat waiting for a word from Freda.Mrs. Fairfax, noticing the calmness betweenthe two, seemed at a loss as to how to break themonotony, until she, at last, pleasantly remarked,1 1 Well, is this a mum party ? ' '

Freda, not wishing her mother to know of theunpleasantness, laughingly replied, "I was justthinking of the fortune teller"; after which sheagain related her experience.The effect was marvelous, and that sombre party,of a few moments ago, are convulsed with laughter.After the last course was served the party retiredto the library; Mrs. Fairfax saying pleasantly," Surgeon, you may smoke if you join us. I havesome plans to discuss with you and Freda. Whatdo you say to a grand ball in honor of your pastachievements?"

After many exchanges of views, of which Fredatook little or no part, the affair was settled, andRosewood again extended to the social world thecongenial hospitality it was so well noted for.

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of the grand ball given in honor of Surgeon Fairfax.The massive ball room with its mirrored floor, theconservatory with its rare plants and flowers, theextensive lawn with its many nooks and by-ways,where little tete-a-tetes could be enjoyed, madeRosewood an improvised Garden of Eden. Every-thing that wealth afforded was brought to bearto keep from this ball any approach of sorrow.The Foreign Embassy, the glittering uniforms ofthe American Army and Navy, and the gorgeouscostumes worn by the Eastern Potentates, addedlustre to the superb decorations. Mrs. Fairfax,attired in a Worth creation, nobly bore her positionas hostess. Freda, in a very rich, but simple, gownwas the center of attraction. Surgeon Fairfaxcame in for his share of attention by designingyoung matrons; while many retired widowers andbachelors, past middle age, gave an interestingglance at the hostess. Under the exhilaratinginfluence of the inspiring strains of the musicians,hid from view by huge palms, the dancers flittedin and out.Count Schenzi, of the Spanish legation, was veryardent in his attentions to Freda, and she seemed

to encourage him. Coquettishly taking his armshe led him to the conservatory. The Surgeon,noticing the flattering attention of the Count,seemed a little piqued, but made no comment.It was evident that he was ill at ease. The Count,finding Freda well versed in Spanish, was deeplyinterested." Where did you learn my language?" he asked,in his native tongue. "I would have thought youwere born in Spain.""I have a Spanish teacher, whom I dearly love,and I will soon be able to speak as well as you,Count."The Count, taking Freda's shapely hand in his,


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ever since I first saw you I admired you, and Ihave only awaited this opportunity to tell you thatI love you. I would deem it a rare privilege toreturn to my country with you as my bride."

Noticing the pallor depicted on that innocentface, he released her hand. Then her self-controlreturned and, rising, she said in a soft voice, "CountSchenzi, I have known you so little; I am sorrythat any act of mine influenced you to make thedeclaration you have. There are many more inter-esting girls than I, and it is my wish that one sonoble in birth may find one equal to grace thehonored position as Countess. Not one wordmore," as he was about to speak. "You will takeme to the ballroom," and, as if leading a tamedanimal, without one word passing between them,Freda returned on the arm of the Count. At theentrance of the ball room she was met by the Sur-geon, who claimed her for a dance, and she wassoon a part of the gay throng.

It was shortly after midnight that this gatheringbegan to disperse, and three tired souls, glad of thesocial distinction achieved and to be alone oncemore, rested.

It was on the following day that a new phase inFreda's life was to be encountered; for it was whileshe stood looking out of the window of the library,deep with her own thoughts, that she was approachedby the Surgeon. Taking her by the hand, he drewher to the big leather chair, and with a motion ofhis hand bade her be seated. Then, standing closeto her, and in a strong, persuasive voice said,"Freda, my mother is getting old, and she is allthat is near and dear to us. You remember whenbut a young girl you were brought to us by my dearfather, as a playmate for me. You recall our child-hood days; romping over the hills and gallopingover the plains. Those days were the brightest


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lady you were sent abroad to finish your education.Skilled in music and art you returned to us tobrighten our home. You went away a bright sun-shine; you returned a crushed flower. Instead ofbeing full of life and joy, you cared very little forthe social world. At your own sweet will you laidaside those talents that would make you the most ad-mired of all women, to enter the field of useful labor.I'm not censuring you; that is far beyond mythoughts, and my sole reason for speaking to you nowis to tell you what I have told you before, ' I love you. 'If you refuse me it will break my mother's heart. Itis her life's ambition. I have everything to offeryou wealth and position. Tell me that you will bemy wife!" and then, as if his request was granted,he attempted to take her into his arms.But Freda, like a frightened deer brought tobay, gained her feet, and standing erect, she raiseda restraining hand, and in a clear voice replied,"Surgeon, it is far too true that I owe all to youand your dear mother for what I am to-day; thecare and education I received, through the kindnessof her heart, I am extremely grateful for. Whydid your father bring me here? Who am I? Whydo I exist in this hall of mystery?' I see, I live, Ilove; not in the world of life and happiness, butto soothe the wounds of the unfortunate I give myall. It is true that you have asked me to be yourwife many times before, and, as I owe a debt ofgratitude to you and your mother, I now promiseto become your wife on one condition that whenthe mystery of my parentage is clear, and you thinkthen as you do now, I give this frail life in paymentfor the blessings I have enjoyed in my youth.Now, Surgeon, your plea is accepted. Leave me!Leave me ! I want to be alone. ' '

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Once alone Freda gave way to her sentimentalnature and burst into a flood of tears. Quito, insearch of her mistress, found her weeping as if herJieart would break. Knowing that something un-usual had occurred, she gently raised her mistress,and placing her tender arms around the slight form,she was led to her room.

Surgeon Fairfax went straight to his mother'sapartments to tell her the joyful news."God bless you, my son! God bless you both!"and that mother's heart went out to her boy whoseevery wish was her prayer. The world seemed fullof joy for those two hearts, without a cloud to darkenthe future; but who can tell what will come toblight our lives and change our plans? Yet unseenProvidence allows us to go on and on, catering tothe dictates of our hearts, until we arrive just atthe goal, and then exercising his superhumanpower as to the success or failure of our well-setplans, makes his choice.After a restless night, Freda awoke with thedetermination to live up to her hasty contract,and, with the sublime consciousness that she waspaying a debt, she again looked the world squarelyin the face with that utter regard for the happinessof others.

All without was joy. The birds were singingtheir carols to their mates, flitting from bough tobough, while the rippling stream danced over therocks and pebbles. The trees bowed in supplicationto the soft breezes that blew through their ponderousarms, and God's sun looked down and smiled,giving warmth to the earth, that all the subjectsof Providence might be blessed.


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CHAPTER IVIs there a man, whose judgment clearCan others teach the course to steer,Yet runs, himself, life's mad careerWild as the wave ?Here pause, and through the startling fear,

Survey this grave. Burns.Seated on a charger, acknowledging the military

salutation of subjects and friends, rode GeneralFunston. Not far behind him came Pete astridehis favorite horse, Titus. General Funston was awell-known figure in the Capitol City, and hadgained the distinction of being one of the favoritesof military society

Pennsylvania Avenue was lined with many mili-tary and civil folks and beautiful carriages wereseen everywhere. The General, being a widower,it was hinted, among the knowing ones, that hismission to Rosewood was not always to visit theSurgeon. He was a welcome guest at all times,and we find him, this beautiful afternoon, gallopingtoward the grand Fairfax estate.Upon arrival, the General ordered Pete to takethe horses to the stable, and there await his order.Pete seemed very pleased to accompany the General,as he, too, was anxious to pay an impromptu visitto one of the Fairfax household. After placing thehorses in charge of the stable man, Pete decidedon a course that would bring him near to the onewhom he was so anxious to see. When GeneralFunston was announced, Quito cast an anxiouslook into his face, as if to say, "Where's Pete?"and it is not strange to say that a way was found


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Mrs. Fairfax greeted the General very -cordially,saying she was very pleased that he called at thistime. Taking the General by the arm, she led himto the library. He, noticing a gleam of pleasurepictured on that stately countenance, gave himselfcredit for its appearance there."My dear Mrs. Fairfax, how beautiful you lookto-day; I know you must have expected me, andI'm glad that I came. I have been thinking of yousince our last meeting."

"Oh, General, I hope you won't allow me to chargeyou with flattery. Although I look upon you asmy champion, yet I have something of importanceto say to you. Freda has promised to be my son'swife; that is why I am so happy. Isn't it justgrand? I know you will agree with me that it is aperfect match, and you will help us to arrange theplans for the wedding ? "

"Accept my congratulations. I heartily agreewith all you have said, and I'm sorry that you willbe alone; therefore, I should think ""There, there, General; this is no time forfrivolity. Let us talk of the future prospects ofthe bride and groom. ' 'These two matured minds discussed the plansthat would join a caged soul to a heartless keeper,

little knowing the deep thoughts of the captive,or realizing the result of a loveless union.In the orchard, down by the brook, away from theshadow of the mansion, were Quito and Pete, for-

getting the cares of their mistress and master,wandering aimlessly from place to place. Seatedon a rustic bench in one of the arbors, they werestartled by the sound of ' ' Pete ! Pete ! ' ' and , lookingup, they saw the form of a military man. Theyreadily recognized an old friend, and as Hendersonstepped forward, grasping both their hands in his,


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"Don't be frightened, my friends, I'll tell youwhy I'm here. I came onto the grounds by theriver bank, and, seeing you, I knew I was safe; soI waited this opportunity to give you this littlesurprise. You well know that no one knows I'mhere, and no one will know, if you have to tell them.Is this not so ?"As if thoroughly understanding the exact meaning

of his words, Pete grasped the hand of his soldierfriend and said, "Sergeant, no one saw you comein; no one will see you go out. I'm glad you came;I know Miss Freda will be glad to see you. ShallI tell her you are here ? ""No! You must not do that. It will spoil my

plans. I have a very important message for her,and must have an answer. I can trust you; that'swhy I came this way, so as to avoid any unpleasant-ness in meeting Miss Freda," and, drawing fromhis pocket, he placed into the hand of Pete a sealedletter, with these instructions: "Give this to noone but Miss Freda. Get a reply, and I will awaityour coming here. Will you do this for me?

"

"Sergeant, I would give my life to serve you.You have been my friend, and I will do anythingyou may ask me." Taking the letter in his handhe bade the Sergeant to await his return, and, as ifhe were glad to do his friend a service, he startedfor the house.

Turning to Quito, Henderson bade her be seated.But realizing how long she had been absent fromher mistress, she confidingly remarked, "No, Mr.Sergeant, I must go back. You know they misaQuito, and they all the time call 'Quito, comahere! Quito, geta this! Quito, geta that! Wherehava you been, Quito' So I musta go. You waitaright here. Mr. Pete will coma back soon." Andagain grasping the hand of her soldier friend, she


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She was none too soon for, on entering the reardoor, she heard the front-door bell ring, and rushingto answer its call she admitted Colonel Roswell."Come right in, Colonel. Your friend is here,the General Funston." Soon the Colonel was oneof the party."I knew you were here, General, for I saw yourhorses in the stable. Where is the Surgeon, mydear Madam? I came especially to pay him acall.""He is in his private study. Shall I call him?"

"Oh, no, I will wait until he joins us.""Colonel," said Mrs. Fairfax, "I'm very glad

you came. I have a pleasant surprise in store foryou, and you shall know all about it very shortly.I will serve refreshments to you gentlemen, if youpermit me." Arising she touched the bell, whichwas answered by Quito."Serve the Colonel and General with refresh-ments," was her command, "and, by the way,Quito, tell the Surgeon that Colonel Roswell ishere. Now, I'll claim you two gentlemen as myprisoners until the Surgeon arrives; perhaps hemay have something to say to you."When Quito returned with the refreshments theparty was joined by the Surgeon."Welcome, friends, twice welcome, on this mostauspicious occasion. I have a surprise in store foryou; but first I must complete the details by pro-curing the principal in the affair. You will pardonmy short absence."After giving the usual salutation of his rank tohis superior officers, and with a smile that denotedcontentment and satisfaction, he went in searchof Freda. He found her in the conservatory, sur-rounded by palms and rare flowers, gazing listlesslyout upon the lawn. In her hand she held a crumpledmissive, and, being taken unawares, was at a lossaround at the


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approach of footsteps, she beheld the Surgeon,whom, a short time ago, she had given unto hiskeeping her future happiness.

' ' Are you looking for me ? ' '"I am, my dear. There are some dear friendshere who wish to see you. I want to tell them ofmy happiness, and would like to have you at myside to receive the good will and congratulations."As he was about to draw her into his arms forone fond embrace, she shrank from, him, and, like

a child playing tag, she ran laughing, to join thevisitors, followed by the Surgeon.Out in the shrubbery stood Henderson, havingbeen joined by Pete, who said in a whispered voice,"I done it, Sergeant, and when I seen SurgeonFairfax come where Miss Freda was, I had to scoot;but I gave her the note, and I know she read it,'cause she seemed to feel glad. Now, you wait righthere and I'll run back to the house; the Generalmay want me. Make yourself miserable 'till Icome back" and away he went.Again left alone, Sergeant Henderson took from

his pocket a false beard, remarking to himself,"If any of the watchmen or gardeners should seeme they will not know who I am." Little did hedream, while seated there alone with his ownthoughts, that he was discovered.There he sat, dreaming dreams of the impossiblehappiness, picturing in his mind far-off Cuba, ahospital tent, an angel face bending over his pros-trate form, bathing his heated brow, whisperingsoft words of sympathy, imploring him to be brave.Will I see her again? Surely she would not let mego without saying a fond good-bye. This was allhe asked and why he wrote these words: "My dearMiss Waters, I soon leave for the Philippines, andbefore going I want to again thank you for yourpast kindness to me. I have refrained from doing


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me for becoming a slave to my weakness; butthere is one heart wish that I crave; 1 must seeyou and say good-bye before I go. I fear not death.I could die happy after seeing the woman whosesoul has made a slave of me. Grant me this onewish. I will wait in the shrubbery for you or youranswer. Devotedly yours, Henderson."This was the missive entrusted to the care ofPete for its safe deliverance, and this importantmessage was what she was reading when surprisedby the Surgeon. This crumpled note was hiddenin the folds of her dress, next to her heart. It wasno wonder that she was perplexed as to what- todo or say when ushered in where the guests wereassembled, and she stood as though sentenced tobe hung, awaiting the will of the executioner."Friends, Miss Freda Waters, the playmateof my youth, has consented to be my promisedwife; I crave your blessings."There she stood, in all the loveliness of her youth,yet with a dark, guilty conscience, accepting thegood will of her friends.

"Let us drink to the health of the future Surgeonand Mrs. Fairfax" was the toast tendered byGeneral Funston. Again and again the happinessof the pair was drank by the friends. Here thegods of happiness reigned; while near by, out inthe shrubbery, a bitter personal encounter wasbeing waged. Henderson, having been discoveredby the gardener, attempted to hide. Passing inand out among the trees, closely followed by hispursuer, he was about to make his escape, whenfired on by the gardener. The shot attracted theattention of the mounted officers on the road, andthey soon had Henderson under control. Beingdisguised he did not resist arrest."We found him hiding in the shrubbery" wasthe answer given to the inquiry of "What has hedone?"


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Henderson, believing that silence was golden,refused to state who he was or why he was there."We will take him to the house and let the familylook him over ; they can make the charge. ' '

Fitting the action to the word, Henderson wasbrought to the house. The little family gatheringwas ruthlessly interrupted."We found this man hiding in the shrubbery,preparing to break into your house," said thegardener, when the prisoner was led before theguests. "In calling upon him to surrender, heattempted to escape. I fired at him; closed in onhim, and after a pretty hard struggle we broughthim here." A look of consternation was picturedon the culprit's face, and, under that disguise, hisguilt was quite apparent."Why should you harm us? Who are you?"Mrs. Fairfax asked. But before an answer couldbe returned, the Surgeon rushed toward Hendersonas if about to do him bodily harm.

"Stop, Surgeon! Wait!" said General Funston."Let me talk with the prisoner.""This is no time to talk," replied the Surgeon."This black dog secrets himself in the shrubberyof our home, there to wait the coming of darkness;to force himself into the house, to rob, and perhapsmurder. He should be shot at once, and I'll see to

it that Judge Lynch shall take full charge of thisblack villian."Freda, regaining her composure, scanned theprisoner carefully for some sign of recognition, and,

in her natural, quiet manner, she implored, "For-give him, mother! He has done no harm. In honorof this day we shall forgive him."General Funston, noticing the broad shouldersof this military man, said, "I will talk with him,"and, going toward Henderson, he tore the maskfrom his face, and there stood a hero of numberless


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burglar. With a look of utter dejection, unableto say one word in his defence, he awaited theaction of that impromptu court, accepting a decreeof those judges..With a superhuman effort Freda regained herself control. Inspired by that bitter personal hatredfor Henderson, Surgeon Fairfax again attemptedto draw his revolver. Colonel Roswell steppedbetween, and in a commanding voice said, ''Onemoment, Fairfax, he may be a burglar and he maybe guilty of an attempted crime, but the laws ofthe land must be respected; he must have a fairtrial . Henderson , what does this mean ? ' '

"It means that I have been drinking and withoutfunds, and wanted money. I am guilty of all yousay. Come officers, do your duty and take meaway."As the officers were about to leave with theprisoner Freda rushed toward her mother, throwingherself at her feet, "Mrs. Fairfax, when a child Iwas brought to you and from then I have knownno other love but yours. All that I have receivedyou gave me; all that I have is yours; I am yourslave, body and soul. There is no wish that I evercraved that you, in the kindness of your heart,ever refused, and I have never asked for anything,only that which my heart craved. I now pray toyou the prayer that we will make before the judg-ment seat of Him who will judge us as we havejudged those who have sinned against us to releasethis man, and you will be granting me the wish ofmy life."Before she could be restrained Freda fell faintingat the feet of Mrs. Fairfax. Rushing to her side,Colonel Roswell tenderly raised the fainting girl,and giving her into the care of Quito, who assistedher mistress to her room, he turned sharply to theSurgeon, and, in a soft but commanding tone, said,


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not the man who would commit a crime, and whenI look back to the time when I was surrounded bythe enemy and my comrades were shot from myside, there I saw, out from the smoke of battle,this man righting his way towards me. When hopeseemed almost gone, I saw the whiteness of histeeth and heard his strong, brave voice cry, 'Holdyour own, Colonel, we're coming.' They came,and that day will never be forgotten. I trust that,in the memory of those days, you will forgive andrelease him. Henderson, I am sorry, and I shallpersonally see that mercy is shown you, thoughyou may be guilty."

Fairfax, about to lose an opportunity for revenge,with his hot Southern blood boiling to a fever pitch,shouted, "It shall not be! I, the master of thishouse, command that this self-confessed criminalbe punished. He did not deny it; why shouldmercy be shown? He is guilty, and I shall see toit that he'll never cross my path again"; and, witha wave of command, Henderson was taken away.Thus the gods of fate played their all-importantrole to blight the lives of those who so short a timeago were blessed by the gods of love.


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CHAPTER VA mind that's truly brave

Stands despisingStorms arising,

And can't be made a slave.In the District of Columbia criminal cases are

handled by agents of the National Government.The proceedings and the course pursued by theprosecutor are, in a measure, the same as used bythe prosecutor of the states or counties. The chargeof burglary made against a United States soldier,one whose past military record had brought himprominently before the higher officials of the govern-ment, was most unusual. The newspapers, inglaring headlines, described the crime, and from aprejudicial viewpoint, laid great stress on the con-fession made by the culprit. The day of the trialbrought to court men of every race, creed, andposition.Henderson, declining all legal aid, places hisfriends, Colonel Roswell and General Funston, inan embarrassing position. He had declined allproffered offers of assistance, saying, "They caughtme with the goods! Why should I squeal? I willtake my medicine like a man." And, within thesilence of his own melancholy thoughts, he wasproud to think he was making a sacrifice that wouldprotect the fair and untarnished name of the womanwho was all and all to him. He would willinglysuffer the ignominy of his own future that no harmmight befall her. Thus we see that the positionof his friends, who would give their lives for hisfreedom, was most arduous. When visited in his


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that he would not be subjected to examinationby his friend, which might lead him to miscarryhis own set plan.

"Henderson, a word with you! You must tellme the truth ! You are charged with a grave felony,and you are an honored member of the militaryfamily of this great country. If you go down intodisgrace, you'll blemish the character of your com-rades; you will darken the prospects of your race,and bring sorrow and pain to those who love andhonor you. I know, and you know, that you arenot guilty. It is your duty, no matter whom youwound, to tell the truth."

"Colonel, I thank you. You have known mefor some time, but you only knew the good that wasin me, nothing more. I have confessed; what moreis there to do? The law must take its course. Youhave been kind to me and I appreciate your noblesacrifice. I am decided upon the course which Iwill take, and I will not change. I trust you willthink kindly of me for what I once was, and notwhat I am to-day."

Colonel Roswell, for the first time in his careeras a soldier, lost his manly composure, and weptlike a child; and, as he left that cell, he swore thatin spite of all, Henderson would never serve oneday for the offence charged against him.* * * *

"Sergeant Henderson, to the bar!"Silence reigned in that crowded court of justice.The heavy breathing of those seated was most

oppressive. A tall, dark manly form was broughtforth. As the clerk read the charge and the learnedjudge asked, "How does the prisoner plead?"Henderson, with a strong, manly voice, was aboutto speak when a young woman, dressed in blackwith a veil covering her beautiful face, arose, and,with both hands outward stretched toward the


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"Stop! This must not be!" and, as if carried awayby the excitement of the moment, she swooned.Tender hands assisted her to the anteroom ofthe court, and, when order was again restored,there was a hurried consultation between attorneyson both sides and Colonel Roswell. At its con-clusion the prosecutor for the government aroseand addressed the court saying, "Judge, your honor!We ask that the proceedings in this case be post-poned for future investigation. There are someperplexing facts to be brought out, and I ask youto adjourn these proceedings, and the prisoneradmitted to bail."Thus we find, even though we sometimes arewilling to make grave sacrifices for others, rightwill triumph over might. Henderson was releasedunder bonds-, reported to his commander, and itwas not very long before he was enroute with hisregiment to new fields of military activity.The outburst of Freda in the crowded courtroom was credited to her sentimental nature, andit was said that she could not even bear to thinkthat misfortune would come to any one. Fairfax,chagrined at the unexpected ending, philosophicallyaccepted fate's decree. Roswell, elated at the out-come, knowing full well the innocence of Henderson,and the scandal averted, congratulated himselfupon the success.There was not a word spoken between Freda,Surgeon Fairfax, and Mrs. Fairfax on their returnfrom the trial, and as the big touring car drew nearthe gates of Rosewood, only the sudden stoppingof the machine aroused them from their reverie.After assisting Freda to alight the Surgeon seemedlost within his own thoughts."Is it true that this woman, whom I love andwho has promised to share my future, could be ina conspiracy with this black Othello? Could she


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position? No! It can not be! He has bewitchedher and the power he has exercised over her canonly be obliterated by death; for as long as he livesshe will never cease to think of him." From thatmoment a determined resolution was made byFairfax, strengthened by that deep Southernhatred, to remove, once and forever, the onlybarrier between him and the woman he loves.

After the evening meal Freda retired to her ownapartments. Throwing herself prostrate upon herbed, gave way to her womanly impulses, and wept.Mrs. Fairfax was perplexed, and said to her son:"I'm glad it is over. Why Henderson should comehere in the manner in which he did is a mysteryto me. My son, what do you think ? "

Surgeon Fairfax decided to confide in his motherall he knew relative to Henderson and Freda. Herecited to her the charge of the Ninth Cavalry onSan Juan Hill, the rescue of Colonel Roswell, and thewounding of Henderson; the story told by Roswellof the bravery displayed by Henderson; howFreda, being in charge of Henderson, heard it all,and that they were often seen together after he wasable to be about.

This story was a revelation to Mrs. Fairfax, but,with a mother's deep love for Freda, she permittedherself not to think ill of her foster child, andlaughingly remarked, "Oh, you great big baby!Could you be jealous of this impossible rival? Youknow that Freda loves you or she would never havepromised to be your wife; so let's take an optimisticview of the situation and forget the disagreeablehappenings of so short time ago. Come, my son!You can't afford to be morose. We must all behappy for our future is of the brightest possibilities."But what had the future in store for this pas-sionate lover? Who could foresee? Who couldforetell the impending climax? Our future and our


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We have no alternative, only to accept the allotmentgranted us. We may plan and look forward to atime when we may achieve some great undertaking.In love, as well as in other pursuits, we are but aninstrument in the hands of Him who controls theearth, the sky, and the seas. With His mightypower He controls the storms in its rage of destruc-tion, saving those of His will. We know not why,and there is no appeal, only to accept the divinedecree.Having taken possession of the Philippines theUnited States, issued a call for nurses, which was

readily responded to by the Red Cross and manyother societies. Freda was one of the first to answerthe call, giving, as an excuse, that she would submitto the call of her heart in administering to thewounded. Finding entreaties of no avail Mrs.Fairfax, with a true motherly spirit, gave Fredaher blessing, with this proviso that SurgeonFairfax would again resume his duties in the armythat he could be near to shield his promised bride.Abroad the transport " America," speeding tenthousand miles away from home and loved ones,to take up the arduous labors of doctor and nursefor the glory of the Stars and Stripes, were Fredaand Sergeant Fairfax. Anxious hearts wished them"Bon Voyage," and prayed that God would carefor and return them to those who loved them. Itwas a sad day when Mrs. Fairfax returned toRosewood. What was wealth? What was socialposition? What was this world to her when allthat she had was separated from her? But she wascomforted by this thought that they would soonreturn with new laurels, and nothing then couldtake them away again. This noble woman, whohad done so much for charity and assisted theunfortunate, sat and sighed when she thought ofthat passage of scripture which reads: "The sins


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unto the third and fourth generations of them thathate Me." These distressing thoughts made herask herself this question: "Must I suffer the sinsof my father?" She knelt and prayed that shewould be one of the last verse which reads : "I willshow mercy unto thousands of them that love Meand keep My commandments." These comfortingthoughts had a tendency to reassure her that herlife was of such that would bring reward only tothe faithful.

Like a huge swan rode the transport " America"over the raging sea. She was one of the productsof American genius, and majestically buffeted theangry waves in mute defiance. On board werehearts thrilled with patriotism, soldiers, and sea-men; each man eager to reach the scene of action,so that he may add one more star to his individualcrown. In company with those rough and deter-mined sons of liberty were a number of soft, soothinghearts, whose interest was to bring a God-likeinfluence over their companions, and to render aidin times when only the physical power gives way.It is then that all men look to the soft hand ofa woman as a child looks to the caresses of itsmother.Among that number of living angels was Freda,

clad in a delicate blue with an emblem of the RedCross upon her arm. The "America," after a fewdays out from port, with her machinery workingharmoniously and all well on board, seemed to beproud of her burden, and, coming proudly out froma few storms, rested quietly on the smooth sea.It seemed as if she was guided by an unseen handand, although piloted by experienced and trainedmasters, the All-seeing Eye looked down and shapedthe successful course.To break the monotony of time, diverse sourcesof amusement were proposed, and among the many


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program was the name of Freda, who had volun-teered to render two vocal selections. After theevening meal, the band played the opening number,a medley comprising patriotic airs; concludingwith "My Country, Tis of Thee." All presentarose, joining in the chorus. Near the last, MissFreda Waters was introduced, and she chose forher selection that old inspiring song, "Just a Songat Twilight," and in the course of its rendition, herthoughts seemed to leave those who surroundedher, to join with those who were far away, andwhen she came to the part of the song whichsays:

"Though my heart beat weary,Sad the day and long."a tear escaped from her eye, and she pictured atall, dark military form standing in the shrubbery,awaiting a fond good bye.The song ended, and amid deafening applause ,she was asked to sing again. Awakening from herlethargy, and realizing that she was only an instru-ment of pleasure for those aboard, she responded,singing, "Coming Thro' the Rye." The lightnessof the character of this vocal effort seemed to lifther heart from a load of depression. She was soonone of the happy throng and the center of attraction.Surgeon Fairfax seemed a little piqued at theattention shown her and, instead of feeling proudof her accomplishments, he sulked in an enviousmood that brought forth much criticism and wordsof derision. "Why, the Surgeon's jealous! Seehow cross he looks ! I feel sorry for the poor fellow ! ' 'and other taunting remarks were passed.

Freda, noticing the attitude of the Surgeontowards his comrades, went to him and lookedtenderly into his eyes, saying, "Come, Surgeon,you may take me on deck, where I can enjoy the


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These words had a comforting effect. He gallantlygave Freda his arm, and they were soon strolling thecompanion deck.After the program was completed, dancing wasindulged in until the wee hours of the morning.Here we find, out on the boisterous billows, life inall its tending glory, beaming and smiling on heartsfar from home, in the care of His infinite power.Quietness reigned supreme. Only those on watchwere awake to guard against any possible harmthat may arise ; and the ship rolled on."Land A 'Hoy !" was the welcome cry one pleasantmorning, when, far out in the distant horizon, adark, narrow strip was observed by the man onwatch, as the bow of the "America " forged forward,seeming ever eager to decrease the longitude thatw

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