The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 18, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1898. e 3\ BINNIE AND CHAPTER X. the sound of battle raged. e the deadly hail of rifle bullets, the terrific fire of the r chine guns, the exploding bomb: E rible s s men 1panies r the fierc drenche made tk rican flag 1 w unfalte; was stained with »od the courage of the hest. They pre as the avalanche; nin: Tmir huge tidal wa - deadly crests, roil lar p whole cities to tk In the thick of the fray ever were the h Ri Above the boo: the shrieki defiant b e Rough Ride sponsive cheer: Spaniards were screened fro s and bushes. They w in th rifle 3 hel nd the volce were often raised were perched where they heid ige, and their bled them unseen who and the hiding- Colonel Wood Colonel Roosevelt to regret that Binnle and Julia been added to thelr com- before Lieutenant Colonel Roosevelt personally led a com- of his Rough Riders a a hold of the Spaniards. This was earthwork, which had of an ily and greatly s jon of tree trunks. sked fort, the exis 1 to the Ame; voileys whic vi caused On barbed twisted Sp ds mericans charge 3ehind the placed the the Spanish icans could not shoote: ; pide it ST was protected by fencirig, P the wire being ands that the cried Roosevelt in a voice that 1 in the horrible din is a hornet’s nest to work cut out is rritories of the shots from the Rocky ains; fear- less hunters of wild be from Call- « A from the frozen north; ath- n 1 n great Ameri- had been pre- es of the and ther within sou not d Rooseveit's who could ctorious rs of New and Harry Ostend, whose en- 1d been filled with a succes- citing and perilous adven- ore in that wild rush against hich formed the ked fort, were An instant ack had made a hrough which the top hundred yards 0ss, over which the Spaniards had the range per- The foremost Rough Riders 1 out in a thin, long line, follow- tactics which they had learned ore of campaigns against the In- in_the mou nges of the They did not 1se to fire. Be- the astonished Spaniards could rea the boldness of their as- nts, the Rough Riders were leap- g over the fort, yelling like Indians, h determined to be the first to en- the hated Spaniards in a hand-to- 1 conflict. Such combat was once common to American backwoodsmen d to American sallors in the early of the Republic. rhere was HARDLY HAD THE Mfu f '\\\\‘."5}“(/ NED IN CUBA found equal valor in their descendants. Before the Spaniards could fire an- other volley, the air about them seemed to be filled with flashing sabers and with machetes, which the Rough Riders were already able to use with skill. If the Americans were brave, °ss brave were the Spaniards. Ad- nced in front of his line was a Span- colonel, a large man for one of his nationality. He urged his men on to meet the foe. A stalwart Rough Rider, who had come from a western stock- rd to join Roosevelt, uttered a cry f joy as he singled out the Spanish colonel as his personal antagonist. “He is mine, boys; mine, I say! shrieked the cowboy. ~“All stand back and let me have him! in, Dan!” shouted Bronco Pete. s is your day to make a record to equal Hannibal’s.” The with rds were not awkward their machetes. Moreover, they - advantage of being upon the und when the hand-to-hand er at the front, Bin. engaged with a sol- < dier from Spain, a veteran who had seen several campaigns and who smiled contemptuously as he saw the boy has- tening toward®him. His smile faded as goon as he had measured machetes with the young Californian. A wildcat could not be more agile, nor a profes- slonal fencer cooler than was Bin- nie now. But he had a wiry antag- onist. Swift and sure were the mo- tions of the Spaniard; keen and pierc- ing were his black eves; tireless was his steellike wrist. Once his machete grazed Binnie's left arm and Binnie felt warm blood soaking his sleeve. Once the machete of the Spaniard sped so close to Binnle's head that the boy felt the wind of the sharp and heavy blade. In height Binnie and the Span- jard were about on an equality. The superfor strength of age was with the Spaniard; the superior quickness of youth with Binnie. Each was master of all the tactics of cut and thrust. Fach knew that he was fighting for his life. There was no time to think; » ?’-v' «!“‘\\‘ ‘é\;\_"! ) %1 G/ HILARIOUS BUMPKINS n e ife 1% -i' e L@i@%fiffi S’X\'x‘d wad Tf)e fi (4 o 2 Q‘G% 0 om o w }7), | | [e) \\\2\\3\‘“‘\\:5:‘51\3\! s only time to act with the greatest pos- sible swiftness. * All around the battle raged. perior strength, skill and coolness of the Rough Riders gave them an adyantage. Their onslaught had been so furious The su- that they soon had the Spaniards driven back and upon the defensive. In the space of ten minutes all the Spaniards had either fallen victims to American valor or had sought safety in flight. After the fugitives sped fleet-footed cowboys and athletes in hot pursuit. All had left the scene except two. These were Binnie and his an- tagonist, who continued their battle, while the steps of pursuers and pur- sued grew fainter in the distance. “Boy,” said the panting Spaniard, “it is time to end this.” As he spoke these words he made a supreme effort to strike Binnie down by mere strength and weight. Binnie stepped aside with the agility of a cat, and the Spaniard, the force of his blow being spent in air, slipped on the treacherous ground and fell to his knees Binnie was so quick to take advantage of this mishap of his enemy that the Spaniard was compelled to continue the battle in that position. It could last only an instant longer and could have only one termination. Directly the aniard was at the mercy of Binnie. Bleeding from half a dozen flesh wounds, he still fought s SR% AF R e prX apron, M.ddy e ockel blie. wg s'f;rehocnr;d m;ed and fased n ihe sun mzi(l;e dew. do § drean Nj/fge arden, g am B lopono. lonone x ?E&z& oM mud pest or be jacke] 5 w‘aen rr)c;-d;eue\/ea are lne! FLORENCE A JONES. desperately, but ineffectually. A skill- ful stroke by Binnie beat down the Span 's defense. Like a flash, Bin- nie dr his pistol and demanded the surrender of the Spaniard, who could do no more and sullenly submitted to his fate. “Get up here,” sald Binnie briskly, in the choicest Spanish. “I am going to tie you to a tree as a monument of Spanish valor.” The prisoner having been secured, Binnie ran forward upon the trail made by the Rough Riders and came up with his comrades, who had feared that he had seen the worst of his bat- tle. When he came into view he was greeted with a cheer, an honor which, coming from that source, was fully ap- preciated. The Rough Riders were resting and making ready for another forward movement. A count showed that six Americans and thirty-seven Spaniards had fallen in the battle at the masked fort, and in the forest about the fort. % -night. 'EDITED BY: DAVID AWALKZR:: e 7 2 The result of the forenoon’s work had been that all the American force mak- ing the attack had advanced beyond the base of and well up the slopes of the hills toward San Juan. Far above them were other trenches to be carried by American daring. When the bugles once more sounded Binnie was a prime favorite with the Rough Riders. He had been com- 0000CO000L-L000000000000000000000000 00 ] THE MOTHERLESS LITTLE ONES. BY DR. T. | G Where And soothe with love’s From the orphans that As motherhood blesses As Christ folded them 0000000000000 ODO0DODO0O0OD0OD0O0O0OO 000000000000 00000000000O00OOOO0O00O00O000O0O0 pelled to tell the result of his single handed fight at the fort. His story was so modest and his victory so sig- nal that the braye men about him felt instinctively that he was one of their sort. Emboldened by their friendli- ness, Binnie told them that the new member of Colonel Wood's staff was a girl. “Ha, ha! The daughter of the regi- ment,” laughed Rattlesnake Jo. “The future Oueen of the Prairies,” chimed in Buffalo Charlie. “But whether she is Queen or mnot,” added Salty Bill, “she will get partikler care in the fight.” The line moved forward with a cheer “for Julia,” which the girl heard with pleasure which she made no attempt to conceal. Julia led a charmed life. She was always in the thick »f the fighting. When the long drawn out line of Wood's and Roosefi'elt‘s comxmng needed instructions she_iva; ermitted to carry the“né‘gers. 'RPDEE edly she passed through a cross fire and many a Spaniard tried to_shoot her as she ran briskly along. It was all in vain. She lived through it all unscathed, Where the Spanish fire proved most deadly, and the field was deep with the killed and wounded Americans, Ju- lia, with tear-dimmed eyes, toiled, re- gardless of the bullets ftying about her, sometimes acting as a nurse. No man ventured any farther forward than did she on that dreadful but glorious day; no one better deserved praise. It is impossible to tell of the many deeds of individual daring which Bin- nie saw. Hour after hour of fierce fighting passed and the Americans, leaving many of their bravest either dead or dying upon the ground, con- tinued to drive their enemies from their strongly fortified position. In the early evening, while the shadows were favorable to the Span- iards who lurked in their depths, Harry Ostend and half a dozen Rough Riders were engaged in an attempt to dislodge sharpshooters who were in a thick clump of trees, and the bullets rattled in lively fashion. As it was impossi- ble to drive the Spaniards out of cover by firing at a distance, the squad of Americans charged. They were some rods in advance of the company to which they belonged. So deadly was the fire that met them as they moved forward that all the squad were struck by bullets except Harry Ostend. From the heart of the copse rang a voice: “It is Ostend; capture him alive.” Binnie heard the voice and was thrilled by it. The speaker was Ra- mirez. The order of Ramirez was heeded and Harry Ostend was beset upon all sides by his foes, who came out from the forest. Hear the savage growl of the Rough Riders as they run to Ostend’s assist- tance! Hear the fierce cheers as they bring Harry Ostend off in triumph. But Binnie, poor Binnie, at last lies on the ground, motioniess, with two ugly, bleeding wounds. He is raised tender- ly and taken back to the line, where the Americans will rest during the There the surgeon sees him and, looking at him carefully, shakes his head and says, “Poor boy, poor boy.” ; Julia heard and turned pale. “He will not die, doctor; oh, say that he will not die.” Poor Binnie! D. H. W. (To be Continued.) N\ Sisacr” Kememes ~ —— o . BARNARDO. OD pity the helpless children Who never dare lift their eyes Or voices to plead, thoughitheir hearts may bleed Except to the pitying skies; Who cringe from the sting of a word or a blow, merciless Justice stands, Till I long to gather them all in my arms, God pity the motherless children! O, if love were not selfish to-day, We would hush every cry that is wafted on high, We would clasp little hands, we would cheer little hearts Gather them in from sorrow and sin, i Lo LA T 2 RS KITTY AND THE ARMOR ITTY LEE is a dweller in one of the interior counties of Cal- ifornia. Her dream of happi- ness has been, for a long time, to visit San Francisco and see all the quaint and rare things at Golden Gate Park. Kittie has a mischievous brother Tom, and he came to the city with Kitty and her mamma. When the shopping was done Mrs. Lee went out to the park, and Kitty's cup of happiness was full as she stood in front of the exhibits. But where was Tom? Mrs. Lee first noticed his absence and as he did not respond to her call she went out to seek for him, leaving Kitty alone in the armor room. There are specimens of ancient armor and ancient arms, some of which may have been actually worn and ‘used by the fightine men of old. Kitty knows enough about history to be interested in the spears and breast- plates and old-time swords. She was soon absorbed in study. . Suddenly, to her astonishment, one of the suits of armor said to her: “Little girl, I wish you would not stare at me so. I declare, I have not been so rudely treated since the battle of Cannae, where I was worn by a Ro- man soldier.” “That was a great battle,” said Kitty, not knowing what else to say. “Humph! Much you modern people know about fighting,” was the re- sponse. “I know all about the battle of Can- nae,” said Kitty. “There were 50,000 fighting men killed there in one day.” “Ah, yes; look out, the spirit of war is upon me and I must kill some one. ‘Whoop! alamazan! let me loose!” ‘With this the armor leaped from its place, seized a spear in one hand and pitying hands. throng in our way. and charms; in his arms. o a short sword of the time of Nero in the other and ran so flercely toward Kitty that she had all she could do to avoid being run through where she stood. She shrieked and ran as she had never run before. She had need to run, for the armor followed her very closely and waved the sword and lunged out with the spear most viciously. “Ha, ha,” it said. “Fly, caitiff, for the gellorious eagles of Rome are hun- gry and must be fed.” ‘Oh, oh, oh!"” cried Kitty in alarm. She did not dare to look back. She lost her way and could not gues to get out of the building. nacing sword behind her was swung so recklessly that it felled whole legions of armor suits and banners and .an- tique arms, all of which fell upon the floor with a rreat clatter. The ban- ners sent up a cloud of dust. Above the din was heard the voice of the armor. “This makes me think of the great day of Alesia, when I battled with Ju- 00000000006 00O00DO0DLO0O0O0O 81 PUZZLE—FIND THE SPANIARD. From the Baltimors Americen. She saw shields, banners and armor falling all around, and, to her excited fancy, it seemed to her that all the his- torical relics in the room had suddenly been given life and we=~ as they were reflected in the mirrors chasing her as flercely as the bo~ies ever followed Tam O’ Shanter. “Help! Oh, help!” greatly frightened. There was a sound of rushing feet. In came a policeman. The armor va- liantly charged in his direction, the sword pointing straight at his broad stomach. The officer ran out. Then there were more steps. Mrs. Lee entered and the armor of anclent Rome executed a military movement in her direction. Did she run? Never! “Tom,” she said, “‘come right straight out of that armor or there will be trouble.” she screamed, The armor stopped in its headlong career. Then from i~ depths came a snicker. Then a somewhat shamefaced but very humorous phiz beamed into view. “Tom,” said Kitty, ready to cry, “I think you are too mean for anything.” Tom only laughed. ‘When the policeman returned with a squad of other officers to arrest the runaway armor, Tom, Kitty and their mother had departed. ———— Little four-year-old. .Laura, . while playing in the nursery one day, tore her new frock. “Just you walit till # THE DAISY’S LESSON. ¢ BY L. BOLGIANO. HERE once lived a little girl who was always trying to find faults in others, and whom everybody disliked for that reason. One day she went to play with her com- panions by the river side, but one said: “We don’'t want you here; you only spoil the fun by telling tales.” Annie turned away, disappointed, and run- ning home, cried: “Everybody Is so unkind to me; I can’t make out the reason. I do nothing to make them treat me so; even my little sisters and brothers turn from me.” Then she ran out of the house to the garden and sat down, crying, among the flowers, till she was so tired she cam~ in, and shortly after had her tea and went to bed. She soon fell fast asleep and had a dream. She dreamed she went to gather primroses, but the little flowers bowed their heads and said: ‘“You may not pluck us; you may find fault with us and throw us away.” Then she went to a beautiful rose, but as she attempt- ed to pluck it it pricked her. Then she went to a simple daisy, and it said: “T must tell you something before you pluck me, and perhaps you will be bet- ter. Try to conquer all your faults and finding faults in others.” At this point Annie awoke and thought, “I will try to love and be kind to all” _Her com- panions loved her again. One night she told her mother the dream, and said traveled one day to Rhymetown To get a bundie of rhymes; The keeper knew me when 1 came— I'd been there lots of times. The road that leads to Rhymetown Stops at a monstrous gate All written o’er with funny rhymes, To read the while you walit. The keeper comes to let you in With an enormous key; And, after you are once inside, Then this Is what you'll 'see: Long gates and short gates, And gates both square and round, And high gates and low gates All resting on the ground. And straight gates and crooked gates, And gates with curves and points, And gates made of a single piece, And gates with many Jjoints. Gates of every shape and size, Medium, large and small. I'm sure if you had forty eyes You could not count them all. Fach gate the entrance to a street Where rhyming words are kept By Elfin men and Fairy maids Who never yet have siept. For they must be there every hour To serve the folks who write; For some make rhymes while it is day And others choose the night. “Now what streetfirst?” the keeper asked, ‘With bow like to a king. 1 thought a moment, “Guess I'll take The street that ends with 'Ing." Sav- And then I saw a wondrous sight— To you, but not to me— The keys to all the smaller gates Made up the one big key. He touched a spring, and 'Ing-street key Stood straight out from the rest; And when he had unlocked the gate I started on my quest. ’Ing street is broad and very long, And always quiet seemed, Until to-day with riotous 'Ings From end to end it teemed. I wondered what could be the cause Of all this uproar loud. Determined then to find it out, 1 stepped into the crowd. A Jittle 'Ing upon a box Said, “Please, sir, it's an 'Ed, Climbed over i ouf street last ‘night While we were all in bed. For this unlawful act the 'Ings Are chasing him to death. He's almost finished, sir, I think He hasn’t much more breath.” “Poor little chap,” I thought, That you should end this way And with one big, long step I stood Beside him as he lay— All torn and dusty on the ground— A sorry looking fellow; The 'Ings had beaten him till he was Bo soft.as to be mellow. I E‘Ir‘ked him up and dropped him in 'he leather b(u% 1 carried, And then, when I had found my ’Ings, No longer there I tarried. But started back toward the gate, When all those naughty 'Ings Came _after me with hop and jump As fast as If on wings. They covered me from head to foot, Went in my pockets peeking, And on my specs, good roosting place They found without much seeking. They perched upon my nose and ears And scampered through my halr Until it all stood up on end As if I'd seen a bear. I tried to call their Fairy keeper, But found I couldn’t talk; So many on my mustache sat, They in my mouth would wallk. I shook my head in deep desgah‘. ‘When off my hat they tumbled. I shook all over like a dog, And soon they all were jumbled. In one big twisting, squirming mass, Big, little, young and old. Just then their keeper came in sight, And O! how she did scold. She took a slender silver stick She keeps for just such things, And scattered up and down the street Those disobedient 'Ings. And when at Jast I reached the gate, Recovered from my fright, I looked behind me and saw thers ‘Was not an 'Ing in sight. : ‘When now I go to Rhymetown That memory round me clings. = I never since have found a street Like that one full of 'Ings. lius Caesar. My blood is up and I could kill a whole legion of Cimbri to-day just for an appetizer.” Was ever a little girl interested in the study of ancient history so beset with danger? She saw in the mirrors placed about the room that the suit of armor was propelled by a pair of very modern looking feet and that seemed odd. - " mamma comes home and you'll catch it,” she said to her nurse. “Why,” re- plied the nurse, “you did it yourself.” “Yes,” said Laura, “‘but you'll catch it for not taking better care of me.” e R “Johnny! Johnny! Ye'll kill yerself! That's fourteen cakes ye've ett!” “I know it, Nora. I was afraid to stop at thirteen.” LANDED UPON THE SHORE OF THE BLOOMING ISLAND OF LUZON WHEN THE GRANGER- FELL INTO A VERY BAD. SCRAPE. she was trying to be good. Her mother replied, “I am glad you have this de- sire in your heart.” Bobby—Mamma, can I have another cruller? Did Mother—I just gave you one. you eat the whole of it? - Bobby—Not the hole, but I ate all around it.