The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 25, 1898, Page 31

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, TUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 189S. 81 BINNIE AND : NED IN CUBA CHAPTER XL commanded ptured the on the mem- Cane orable day ¢ July, Upon that day the Rough with the First and Tenth Infa took San Juan, a r suburb of tiago de Cub: yerate ing, with . .Dur this and _the g day 3 American fleet, under the command of Admiral Sampson, maintained a stant bombardment of the for of the city On July made a desperate ture San Juan, bu The American su known in Santiago Cit cided on the evening of July 2 b miral Cervera, commanding the ish squadron, to try to escape from the bharbor upon the following day. What boy or girl has failed to be thrilled by the story of how Commodore S s ships drove the Spanish ships and des d the fiotilla, proud boast? What boy or America failed to think of the glorious news on the Fourth of July? Santi- ago was doomed! Binnie knew nothing of these e ng between life and death, was constantly attended by Julia ¢ the by Harry Ostend. dawn of freedom from op- pression in Cuba was clouded by her deep sorrow at the danger of Binn Two weeks passed before the surgeor would say that Binnie had a chance to recover. Binnie's strength s ing, an order we y at Then, a few days later, when -med to be grow- he sent out that should be move s00n as P to the high beyond tk stricken region about Santias city had bee :d to Ger Shafter by ( ral ral, but Binnie was unconsclous of what was going on around him. The Cubans were not pleased because the Americans per- mitted the Spanish « in Santiago to control the civil government for the time. Many C ns had withdrawn to a distauce and there w danger that they might oppose by force the American soldiers and start a guerriiia warfare. When General Shafter heard that Julia would accompany Binnie as a nurse, he sent to have her come to his tent. He had work for her. Julia was known to many Cubans. fhe had 1der may recolleet, been Intrusted with the care of the as the re H ERE is a little puzzle proposed by the Baltimore American. Roman characters which represent four and six and place them together so that they will make either nine or eleven. other American soldiers would not be called upon to fight any more in that part of Cuba, at least for the present, he was willing to listen to Julia's 1e- quest that he should accompany her upon her mission to try to persuade the Cubans t the Americans were really their ds, which they had doubted for a time after the fall cf Santiago. Harry Ostend sent word that he would not be able to go with them. He had aiteady planned to make a voy- the Philippine Islands upon the yacht California, anticipating that in that ff region he would find aa opportunity to gratify his desice for ad- w age t verture. Ned was with him once more. Together they would go, so he wiote to Binnle, to the Unites the California fo: “We will return as s he concluded, “and you w cith us to make the acquain- Admirai Dewey and of the out mission was to find General of the Cuban army. He re- tired to the mountains directly after the surrender of Santiago de Cuba, and n camp with his followers. Julia found no difficulty in following the mountain trails. and after traveling some distance she and Binnie reached their destination. They were ushered into General Gareia's tent. Julia hand- ed to the General the letter she had received from General Shafter. Then she introduced Binnie. “So this is the young man?” asked General Garcia, without offering to take Binnie's friendly hand that was reached out toward him. “Sentinel, take this person and put him in the guardhouse. See that he does not es- cap ! jeneral Garcia, what does this mean?” asked Julia ‘angrily, who was sunded. e t means simply that the young man whom you call Binnie is accused of leading to their death a company of Cuban mountaineers, whose bodies were found at the bottom of a canyon. He will have a trial for his life.” “Rinnie? Who accuses him? Who dares accuse him?"” “Our trie@ and true friend Ramirez, whom you well know.” “Ramirez! It was he who caused the Cuban mountaineers to be am- bushed and killed. Ramirez is a Span- ish spy. 1 speak of what I know. Bring Ramirez before us and see what he will say in our presence.” VIV Take the arms and ammunition with which many Cuban mountaineers had been equ . Consequently, so reasoned General Shafter, she must have the confidence of the Cubans, and she could do much good by taking to them his message of good will and the as- surance that their interests and- wel- fare would be well looked after by the Americans. Julia promptly accepred the mission. With a letter of instruc- tions in her posses left General Shafter’'s headquarters. Soon wufter she was walking beside the litter upon which Binnie was carried out to the healthier hills. Binnie improved rap- idly. His wounds healed as if hy magic. He grew impatient to rejoin the Rough Riders and to share in thair adventures. “I do not wish to be classed as a de- serter or a shirk of duty,” he said with an Impatient toss of his head. ““Have patlence,” that he could get to his allowed to resume his duties as a vc unteer. Harry Ostend visited him nearly every day. Finally Binnie was told that he couid go back to duty safety if he desired, Such a whoop of joy as he uttered! But when he learned that Santiago was occupled by the Americans, that peace was proba- ble and that the Rough Riders and THE GRANGER OPENS A SCHOOL FOR - THE FILIPINO SMALL BOY AND PROCEEDS TO KEEP ORDER THE BEST WAY General Garcla called an attendant and handed to him a note. ‘Ramirez will be here directly, Julia, and you will find that I have a desire to treat Binnie fairly; but if half that Ramirez says is true, you will find it very difficult to save the life of this young American traitor.” “Traitor! Then you have already judged him and found him guilty? Is that the fair play of which you boast?"” Before General Garcia could make re- ply Ramirez entered the tent and was facing Julia and Binnie. His old-time hardihood had returned. After the Spanish defeat was certain, he no longer dreaded the Spanish wrath. His first thoueht was to make his way to the Cuban lines and trv to justify his acts with the Cubans. General Garcia knew nothing of all the treachery of Ramirez, and this the spy soon found out. Having the confldence of Gen- eral Garcia, Ramirez accused Binnie of causing the ambushing of the Cu- ban mountaineers, for whose coming Garcia lonz looked in vain. His wicked thought was that this would protect himself. His acting, now that he suddenly faced those who best knew of his perfidy, was characteristic of one whose whole life had been one of de- celt. Turning with an expression of assumed contempt from Binnie to Gen- L & eral Garcia, Ramirez said: “I congratulate you, General, upon making this important capture. That you may see that I have been correct I recommend that the pockets of the perfidious young American shall be searched for evidence at once, before he has the opportunity to destroy it.” “In that request,” said Binnie, speak- ing for the first time since he had en- tered upon this surprising adventure, “I heartily join. At the same time I wish that you would search the pockets of Ramirez.” “T have no objection,” answered the spy. "I have nothing to conceal.” “What do you expect that the pock- ets of Binnie will reveal?” asked Gen- eral Garcia, with an anvearance of great interest. “A writing, General, signed by Cap- tain General Blanco, authorizing the bearer to steal away Julia.” Binnie appreciated the boldness . of this play; and also realized that he v in real danger. The letter taken v him from the pocket of a Spanish soldier, after the encounter parrated in the first chapter of this story, he still had. He realized that it ~~1d be dif. ficult to explain away this fact. Ne ertheless, he boldly drew out the let- ter before the sentinel had a chance to search him, and held it out with a de- flant gesture. “Here is the letter vou seek. Please read it and then permit me to ex- plain.” “You admit, then, that you have in your possession a letter, written by Captain General Blanco, in time ot war?” “Yes, but"— “You see, General Garcia, that T am right so far. Now let me advise you a little more. Julia is the friend of this young man, which, under all these cir- cumstances, Is a suspicious fact. Ask her if she was not in the company of the Spaniards who ambushed our mountaineers at the time that they were lured on to death.” “Julia, you hear the question,” said General Garcia. “Yes, I was there, anc so was Rami- rez.” “It is true, General, that I was there also, id Ramirez. “and I can add that I was there as a prisoner, while Julia was there willingly.” This terrible accusation was made by Ramirez with great coolness. General Garcla was convinced. “No more now,” he said sternly. ‘“This is not the place to try the merits of the case, but I have heard enough to be satisfied that Ramirez has good reason to make accusations. Let Bin- nie be taken to one end of the camp and place Julia under guard at the other end. I will assemble a court of officers to-morrow. In the meantime, Ramirez, remain in camp, for you will undoubtedly be a valuable witness.” The reader will reflect that, up to this time. General Garcia had no reason to suspect the fidelity of Ramirez. When we first saw Ramirez he was trusted by all the Cubans. After the battle of the bridge he was not seen by any of the Cubans until after the fall of Santiago de Cuba. Of all‘the Cuban mountaineers who rode upon the bridge and fell into the eanyon not one re- mained alive to accuse Ramirez. Con- cerning the acts of Ramirez in Santi- ago, there was no one to testify except Binnie and Julia, and it was evident that they would not be allowed to tell any more than what concerned them- selves in thelr own defense. The story told by Ramirez to General Garcia, in explanation of his absence from the Cuban army during the battle of Santi- ago, was that he had been taken into the city as a prisoner by the Spaniards and that he escaped only the day before the city was surrendered. The spy felt sure that he was at last safe, or would be upon the death of Binnie and Julia, which it was now his purpose to bring about. D.H. W. (To be concluded next week.) THE CIRCUS IN GLENVILLE BY LAWRENCE C. BEMENDERFER, ANGELS CAMP. HEN Louis Turner and James Thayer heard that a circus was going to exhibit in Glen- ville they at once decided to visit it. But as they lived on a farm and Glenville was ten miles away, they borrowed a horse and bug- 8y and with five dollars in spending money started early one morning. The streets of the town were lined with people and all along the road they passed vehicles going in. “I tell you, this suits me,” remarked Louis, as driving into the town they saw the changing scenes on all sides. 4 “I like to see life and stir. It takes a circus to wake.up a farming country and bring out the people. Just look at the streets now and imagine how deserted they generally are.” Tying the horses, they stood on the sidewalk in the midst of a crowd and watched the parade pass, and were sur- prised at its size, for the bills make much of little, But in this case they hardly described the splendid menag- erle and many features. Going to the grounds the boys bought tickets and visited the menagerie, and later the side shows, of which there were three in sight. The ticket sellers were all shouting at once, deseribing the various attractions of the different tents. “Don’t leave without seeing the wild man; great and only wila man.” “The dwarf and the giant.” “The snake charmer of India. All here in this tent. Only thirty cents!” shouted & man near by. “Let’s get tickets?” whispered James. So, buying tickets, they were soon feasting their eyes on the dwarf and giant, the “great and only wild man” and the snake charmer of India. While standing by, a man remarked that the circus was “ a sell.” He had not seen some of the exhibits, especially the fat man. Louis could not help remarking that the fat man was in the other tent. Strolling about the grounds in com- pany with several boys of their age OLD TALE BY NELLIE HAYNES. HE watermelon fields of Lodi were rich with fruit: ge. Huge melons, Jjuicy and inviting, covered much -of the ground from which they had sprung. Into one of these flelds little Hatty wandered, dreaming of Cinderella, “But of course there is no thing nowadays,” she said. “How do you know that?” Hatty was surprised. There was no one in sight to account for the voice. No one? There was a big toad, wink- ing and blinking lazily. “Hatty,” sald the Toad, “You are a foolish little girl.” There was no doubt now that the Toad spoke, and Hatty at once knew that the Toad must be a falry. “Why am I foolish?” The Toad chuckled. “Foolish people are those who jump at conclusions.” “And you?" asked Hatty, mis- chievously. “I—well—I—ha ha! That is a good one on me. But I don't really jump. I only hop—and I don't hop at conclu- sions.” “What then?” “‘Oh, I onl]y hop at cholce family hops —dances, don’'t you know—under the hop vine. Come on. There will be a hop now.” “But'l cannot go to a dance on foot.” The Toad touched a gourd vine, which immediately began to race along the ground. He then touched a great melon, and lo and behold! it suddenly turned into a coach, lined with the fin- est pink satin, and the seeds turned into footmen and trolley men. “To the dance by trolley,” laughed the Toad, as he attached the coach to the moving gourd vine. Then he hopped into the coach and they were off in fine style. Such a party! All the bullfrogs and toads in the neighborhood were there. They danced just as boys play leapfrog —jumping over each other's shoulders, and the crickets and night owls made music. Hatty laughed heartily at the antlcs. By and by a clock struck twelve and Hatty knew that it was midnight. Then what happened? The toads and the frogs turned suddenly into the most lovely little ladies and gentlemen imaginable and, in place of their everyday dresses, they were at- tired in silks and satins and laces; and the gowns of the ladies glittered with diamonds—which had been dewdrops, but were changed by magic into dia- monds. The music became soft and lovely, and when a beautiful little cav- alier, holding his white plumed hat in one hand and bowing very low, asked her to dance with him she could not re- fuse. such PUZZLE PICTURE—TO WHAT * CITY ARE THESE SOLDIERS MARCHING? they at length came to another. “Walk up, young gentlemen. Only ten cents to see the greatest thing in the world. Ten cents, ten cents!” shouted the ticket man. “I guess I'll buy one,” sald a person near by, and the boys saw the man of the circus tent. 3 “I am never too poor to see the great- est thing in the world. What do you say te buying tickets, fellows? I have some money left,” impulsively declared James. The boys agreed. On entering the tent they were surprised to see only a tall man dressed as Uncle Sam, seated at a table on a raised platform. Be- fore him lay a mallet and cup. At one side was a long white line marked on the hard ground and ‘opposite was an- other like it. “I don’t call this the greatest thing in the world,” angrily remarked Louis to the man who stood near by. “That is because you do not under- stand the fundamental principles. Now this man,” pointing toward Uncle Sam, “is simply the umpire. If you wish to earn a handsome medal deposit fifty cents in that cup. Try to jump from one line to the other. If you don't suc- ceed your money is returned. If you do, you are rewarded.” This seemed fair enough and the boys each put fifty cents in the cup. James and Louis were first to try, stepping back a few paces and measuring the distance. They ran forward and vaulted into the air. James touched the line, but Louis went far ‘eyond it, and on asking for his reward James was handed only a pasteboard medal, while Louis received a souvenir. “‘So this is the way you treat people who win fairly. I reached the line, while Louis went beyond it.” “Well,” replied Uncle Sam, “I only did him justice, and while many may earn pasteboard medals, if you would win one of value, jump beyond the line. Try again.” But they did not. No, they left at once and the man they remembered longest was he who, dressed as Uncle Sam, had “umpired the game.” e b “Now, Harry,” asked the teacher of the juvenile class, “what is the meal we eat in the morning.called?”” “Oatmeal,” was the little fellow's prompt reply. The other fairies addressed Hatty's cavalier as “Dear Prince,” and Hatty was naturally happy to think that a fairy prince should thus honor her. By and by there was a banquet under an arbor of hop vines. They ate and drank and sang and saw the man in the moon grinning through the hon vines at so much jollity. Hatty lost’one of her gloves. But when she mentioned it there was a great shout of: *Cinder- ella_story told backward.” Off they all ran, leaving Hatty alone. She looked for her missing glove, but cculd not find it. That was two years ago. On last Admission day Hatty found the glove and it was fllled with rare candies. She picked the glove up under the hop vine arbor. The candies were fresh and she belleves that the fairy prince has had it all this time and has taken this way to assure her that he remembers and loves her still. —_—— SAYINGS OF LITTLE ONES~ “Tell me,” said the teacher, “what is the difference between wrought iron and cast iron?" “Well,”. replied Will, smiling, “the shoe -worn by a horse is a wrought iron shoe, but when the horse loses the shoe from its foot it becomes a cast iron shoe.” “Why, Clara,” said a mother to her little daughter, who was crying, “what are you crying about?’ ‘“C-cause,” sobbed the little miss, “I s-started to m-make dolly a b-bonnet and it c-comed out. b-blaomers.” Old Gentleman—Do you mean to say that your teachers never thrash you? Little Boy—Néver! We have moral suasion at our school. . 0ld Gentleman—What ’s that? Little Boy—Oh, we get kep’ in and stood up in corners, and locked out, and FATE OF CORDELIA OME years ago, on the shores of a strange land, in a castle called the Crystal Castle, there lived an old witch, who had the power of transforming herself. All people called her Ugly Cordelia, because she was the ugliest creature in the land. Now, not far from the Crystal Castle was the Golden Palace, in which lived the beautiful Princess Grace—the peo- ple called her Beautiful Grace. She was This side up the Chinaman grins. ? - Turn him over and he'll weep for his sins. . locked in, and made to write one word a thousand times, and scowled at, and Jawed at, and that's all.—Pick-Me-Up. RAGGEDY WOMAN. BY CLARA CROWHURST COWELL, EAST OAKLAND, You poor little raggedy woman, you, I feel very sorry for you, I do, With your raggedy dress and your rag- gedy shoe— Poor little raggedy woman. I often wonder as you pass by, If the dear, good Lord who lives in the sky Will let you stay ragged until you die— Poor little raggedy woman. And every day I think a lot— 1 guess your husband’s a drunken sot, And you think he's all in the world you've got— Poor little raggedy woman. Jf I had a husband like yours must be 1'd send him a-flying over the sea, And I'd never let him come back to me— Poor little raggedy woman. But I s'pose you'll ever be the same, Ashamed of your home and ashamed. of your name, And_you'll, always hang your sh head in ame— Poor little raggedy woman. WHY HE WON THE BIKE RACE you think of the Papa—What did great bicycle race? Little Son—Didn’t think much of it. Papa—Everybody said it was won- derful. Little Son—I didn’t see nothin’ won- derful ’bout it. The one that winned couldn’t help winnin'. .He leaned over 8o far forward that he had to go like lightnin’ to keep from fallin’ on his nose. BERRY FINE TIMES. BY B. EVELYN STOUT. Me and brudder Crusoe Has fine time, we do so; We play we was de dentists An we pull out ma's false teef. One day our brudder, Popus, He tole, den ma she whop us, An’ we poun’ our brudder, Popus, Till he yelled and made us deef. De nex day we went shootin’; ‘We heard de owls all hootin'; ‘We tought de debbil was a comin’, sure. 8o fur home we went a scootin’, To get a tough ole bootin’, An’ we nebber went out shootin’— Any more. i & iy ‘“Willie, tell Mr. Whiteband the names of Noah's sons.” “Not much I won't; this is vacation.” Q : BRANCHER _TORT: - HICKORY BRANCHEZ wittow 15'1'(‘“ but ten years old and lived contentedly with her fat.er, King Bertram; her mother, Queen Ellen, and her brother, Prince Sylvan. Now, Usgly Cordelia hated Beautiful Grace, because of her beauty, and she wished to 'get rid of her, and one day her chance came. Prince Sylvan was very sick and Ugly Cordelia knew she could cure him. So she went to King Bertram and told him she could cure Prince Sylvan. The King was overjoyed and asked her what she wished in payment for such deed. She told him that if he wanted her to cure his son he must promise that after his son was wéll he would allow her to come.to the -palace and be a nurse to Beautiful Grace. The King, who did not know Ugly Cordelia, for she Lad transformed herself into a lovely woman, readily gave his consent. So, when the son was well, Ugly Cor- delia became a nurse to Beautiful Grace. One night Prince Sylvan heard Ugly Cordelia say to herself: “To-morrow night, at half-past ten, I shall take Grace into the forest and let her be devoured by the beasts.” Now, the next night at the oppointed time the Prince Sylvan and one hun- dred and fifty soldiers went -into the forest. When Ugly Cordelia and the sleeping Princess entered the. Prince seized his little sister from the arms of the witch, and the witch was seized by the one hundred and fifty soldiers and brought before the King, who ordered her to be taken to the forest and be devoured by the beasts instead of his innocent little one. A PUZZLE OF WORDS. BY JAMES L. PEQUIGNOT. Some peoplé know T use such very big at T never can tell what they mean: They may talk all day, but whatever they say Ts In' words that I've not heard or seen. I heard a man talk of com-per-end-i-na- tions; Poor fellow! he just meant delays; When our principal spoke of his con-grat- u-la-tions ‘We supposed he was tending his praise. Our teacher once spoke of a great con- fla-gra-tion; Now, who'd have thought of a fire? And when she sald something about in- dig-na-tion R . I judged from her looks she meant ire. What do men speak of per-e-gri-na-ti When they mean they are "Eoing in roam? And why do they talk of thelr fn-hab-I-ta- on When it takes much less time to say home? ‘Why people will speak in a language un- known I shall never be able to see; Why they don’t talk in a tongue of thelr own Is the greatest of puzzles to me. THAT HE CAN, BUT FINDS THE TASK SOMEWHAT szzr.mc;\