Ray's Daughter: A Story of Manila

by Charles King

  CHAPTER IX.

  Vinton's fleet had reached Manila. A third expedition had coaled atHonolulu and gone on its way. More transports were coming, and stillthere lingered in this lovely land of sun and flowers--lingered for atime 'twixt life and death--Vinton's stricken aide-de-camp, LieutenantStuyvesant.

  Of his brutal antagonist no trace had been found. The shrill cries ofthe Kanaka boat-boy, supplementing the young officer's stentorian shoutfor the police, had brought two or three Hawaiian star-bearers andclub-wielders to the scene of that fierce and well-nigh fatal struggle.All they found was the gallant victim writhing in pain upon the dock,his hand pressed to his side and covered with the blood that poured fromhis wounds.

  It was half an hour before a surgeon reached them, rowed in with thegeneral from the Vanguard. By that time consciousness had fled and,through loss of the vital fluid, Stuyvesant's pulse was well-nigh gone.They bore him to the Royal Hawaiian, where a cool and comfortable roomcould be had, and there, early on the following morning, and to the careof local physicians, the general was compelled to leave him.

  With the brakeman to aid them, the police searched every nook and cornerof the Miowera, and without result. Murray, _alias_ Spence, _alias_Sackett, fugitive from justice, could not be aboard that ship unless hehad burrowed beneath the coal in the bunkers, in which event the stokerspromised he should be shovelled into the furnaces as soon as discovered.Every sailor's lodging in the town was ransacked, but to no purpose:Murray could not be found.

  For a fortnight Stuyvesant's fate was in doubt. Officers of the thirdexpedition could carry with them to Manila only the hope that he mightrecover. Not until the ships of the fourth flotilla were sighted was thedoctor able to say that the chances were now decidedly in his favor.

  He was lifted into a reclining chair the day of the flag-raising--thatpathetic ceremony in which, through tear-dimmed eyes, the people sawtheir old and much-loved emblem supplanted by the stars and stripes oftheir new hope and aspirations. He was sitting up, languid, pallid, andgrievously thin, when the tidings reached him that the transport withsix troops of the --th Cavalry among others had arrived, and the doctor,with a quizzical grin on his genial face, informed his patient that someRed Cross nurses were with the command, and that two very nice-lookingyoung women, in their official caps, aprons, and badges, were at thatmoment inquiring at the office if they could not see the invalid officerand be of some service to him.

  Sore in body and spirit, wrathful at the fate that robbed him of a shareof the glory he felt sure awaited his comrades at Manila, Stuyvesant wasin no humor for a joke and plainly showed it. He gave it distinctly tobe understood that he needed no coddling of any kind and preferred notto see the ladies, no matter what they belonged to. Not to put too finea point upon it, Mr. Stuyvesant said he didn't "wish to be bothered,"and this was practically the reply that reached two very earnest,kind-hearted young women, for the attendant, scenting the possible lossof a big fee if he should be supplanted by superior attractions,communicated the invalid's exact words to the Red Cross nurses, and theywent back, wounded, to their ship.

  Stuyvesant's room was on the ground-floor in one of the outlyingcottages, and its Venetian blinds opened on the broad and breezyveranda. It was far more quiet and retired than apartments in the mainbuilding, the rooms overhead being vacant and the occupants of thatwhich adjoined his having left for San Francisco within a day or two ofhis coming.

  "I feel too forlorn to see anybody," was his explanation to the doctor."So don't let anybody in." But several officers from the transport gotleave to come ashore and take quarters at the Hawaiian. The rooms abovehad to be given to them, and their resounding footsteps made him wince.

  "There's two ladies to take this next-door room," said his garrulousattendant that afternoon, and Stuyvesant thought opprobrious things."They'll be giggling and talking all night, I suppose," said hedisgustedly when the "medico" came in late that afternoon. "I wish you'dmove me, if you can't them."

  The doctor went and consulted the head of the house. "Certainly," saidthat affable Boniface. "If Mr. Stuyvesant is well enough to be carriedup one flight I can give him a larger, airier room with bath attached,where he'll be entirely isolated. It was too expensive for our visitorsfrom the transports, but--I believe you said Mr. Stuyvesant--wouldn'tmind"--a tentative at which the doctor looked wise and sagely winked.

  When that able practitioner returned to the cottage two young women withRed Cross badges were seated on the veranda, just in from a drive,apparently, and a dark-eyed little chap in the uniform of a subaltern ofthe cavalry was with them. They had drawn their chairs into the shadeand close to the Venetian blinds, behind which in his darkened roomreclined the languid patient.

  "That will drive him simply rabid," said the doctor to himself, andprepared a professional smile with which to tell the glad tidings thathe should be borne forthwith to higher regions.

  He had left Stuyvesant peevish, fretful, but otherwise inert, askingonly to be spared from intrusion. He found him alert, attent, eager, hiseyes kindling, his cheeks almost flushing. The instant the doctor beganto speak the patient checked him and bent his ear to the sound of softvoices and laughter from without.

  "I've fixed it all," whispered the medical man reassuringly. "We'll moveyou in a minute--just as soon as I can call in another man or two," andhe started for the door, whereat his erratic patient again uplifted ahand and beckoned, and the doctor tip-toed to his side and bent his earand looked puzzled, perturbed, but finally pleased. Stuyvesant saidthat, thinking it all over, he "guessed" he would rather stay where hewas.

  And then, when the doctor was gone, what did he do but take a brace inhis chair and bid the attendant go out and say to the officer on theveranda, Lieutenant Ray, that Mr. Stuyvesant would be very glad to speakwith him if he'd be so kind as to come in, whereat the soft laughtersuddenly ceased.

  There was a sound of light footsteps going in one direction and aspringy, soldierly step coming in the other. Then entered Mr. SanfordRay, with outstretched hands, and the attendant, following and peeringover his shoulder, marvelled at the sudden change that had come over hismaster.

  Three days later, when the City of Sacramento was pronounced ready toproceed, and the officers and Red Cross nurses _en route_ to Manila werewarned to rejoin the ship, Lieutenant Stuyvesant "shook," so to speak,his civil physician, persuaded the army surgeons with the fleet that asea-voyage was all he needed to make a new man of him, and was carriedaboard the Sacramento and given an airy stateroom on the upper deck,vacated in his favor by one of the ship's officers,--consideration notmade public, but Claus Spreckles & Co., bankers, had never beforereceived such a deposit from this very able seaman in all the years hehad been sailing or steaming in and out of Honolulu harbor.

  And now retribution overtook the invalid. The Red Cross had made amarvellous name for itself in San Francisco, and was already organizedand doing wonders at Honolulu. Its ministrations had been gladlyaccepted by the scores of officers and men among the volunteers, to whomthe somewhat bare and crude conditions of camp hospitals were doubtlessvery trying. Women of gentlest birth and most refined associationsdonned its badge and dress and wrought in ward, kitchen, or refectory.It was a noble and patriotic purpose that inspired such sacrifice.

  It was a joy to the embryo soldiery to be fed and comforted day by daywith the delicacies of the Red Cross tables; but there were militarymagnates and martinets who dared to question the wisdom of suchpreparation for the stern scenes of campaigning ahead of the volunteers,and who presumed to point out to the officers of this great andfar-reaching charity that, while they were most grateful for suchdainties for the invalids of their command, the daily spectacle ofscores of lusty, hearty young heroes feasting at the tables of the RedCross, to the neglect of their own simple but sufficient rations,prompted the query as to what the boys would do without the Red Crosswhen they got into the field and couldn't have cake and pie and creamwith their coffee.

  The Red Cross, very properly,
took umbrage at such suggestions andbranded the suggesters as horrid. The Red Cross had done such widespreadgood and was ready to do so much more that criticism of its methods waswell-nigh unbearable. And now that it had obtained the sanction of thegovernment to send out to Manila not only supplies and dainties of everypossible kind, but dozens of its members to serve as nurses to the sickand wounded, it scored a triumph over rival organizations, notably thePatriotic Daughters of America, whose vice-president, the austere MissPerkins, first bombarded the papers in vain protest and denunciation,the Red Cross being her main objective, and with abuse of the commandingofficers in camp; then called in person on the same officers to demandtransportation to Manila with the next expedition.

  The Red Cross held its head very high, and with reason. It ruffled itsfeathers and resented any slight. It sometimes mistook courteousprotest against its lavish gifts to such soldiers as were in no wiseneedy as vicious and unhallowed criticism, and occasionally--_only_occasionally--it grievously enlarged and exaggerated alleged slightsreceived at the hands of luckless officials. And then even those softand shapely hands could develop cat-like claws, and the soothingvoices take on an acid and scathing intonation, and the eyes, so readyto moisten with pity and sympathy at the sight of suffering, couldshoot spiteful little fires at the objects of such divine displeasure,and poor Stuyvesant's petulant words, wrung from him in a moment ofexasperation and never intended to reach the fair band of sisters ofthe Cross, were piled high with additions, impolitic, impolite,discourteous, impudent, intolerable, yes, even profane andblasphemous.

  Eleven of the twelve Red Cross nurses, packed three in a room aboard theSacramento, swore they would not have anything to do with Mr.Stuyvesant. The twelfth, the one soldier's daughter in the band, saidnothing at all.

  "Well, now, Miss Ray, _don't_ you think it was most discourteous, mostungentlemanly, in him to send such a message?" demanded a flushed andindignant young woman, one of the most energetic of the sisterhood, asthey stood together on the promenade deck in the shade of the canvasawnings, shunning the glare of the August sun.

  "Are you sure such a message was sent?" was the serious reply.

  "Sure? Why, _certainly_ he did! and by his own servant, too!" was thewrathful answer. "Didn't he, Miss Porter?"

  And Miss Porter, the damsel appealed to, and one of the two nurses whosent in their message from the office, promptly assented. Miss Raylooked unconvinced.

  "Servants, you know, sometimes deliver messages that were never sent,"she answered with quiet decision. "We have seen quite a little of thatin the army, and it is my father's rule to get all the facts beforepassing judgment. My brother thought Mr. Stuyvesant's attendantgarrulous and meddlesome."

  "But I asked him if he was sure that was what Mr. Stuyvesant said,"persisted Miss Porter, bridling, "and he answered they were just thevery words."

  "And still I doubt his having sent them as a message," said Miss Ray,with slight access of color, and that evening she walked the deck longwith a happy subaltern and added to her unpopularity.

  There were several well-informed and pleasant women, maids and matronsboth, in the little sisterhood, but somehow "the boys" did not show suchavidity to walk or chat with them as they did with Miss Ray. She sorelywanted a talk with Sandy that evening, but the Belgic had come in from'Frisco only six hours before they sailed and huge bags of letters andpapers were transferred from her to the Sacramento.

  There were letters for Maidie and Sandy both,--several,--but there wasone bulky missive for him that she knew to be from her father, fromfar-away Tampa, and the boy had come down late to dinner. They had seatsat the table of the commanding officer, a thing Maidie had really triedto avoid, as she felt that it discriminated, somehow, against the othernurses, who, except Mrs. Doctor Wells, their official head, weredistributed about the other tables, but the major had long known andloved her father, and would have it so. This night, their first out fromHonolulu, he had ordered wine-glasses on the long table and champagneserved, and when dinner was well-nigh over, noticed for the first timethat Ray had turned his glass down.

  "Why, Sandy," he cried impulsively, "it is just twenty-two years agothis summer that your father made the ride of his life through theIndian lines to save Wayne's command on the Cheyenne. Now, there arejust twenty-two of us here at table, and I wanted to propose his healthand promotion. Won't you join us?"

  The boy colored to the roots of his dark hair. His eyes half filled. Hechoked and stammered a moment and then--back went the head with the oldfamiliar toss that was so like his father, and through his set lipsSandy bravely spoke:

  "Can't, major. I swore off--to-day!"

  "All right, my boy, that ends it!" answered the major heartily, whileMarion, her eyes brimming, barely touched her lips to the glass, andlonged to be on Sandy's side of the table that she might steal a hand tohim in love and sympathy and sisterly pride. But he avoided even herwhen dinner was over, and was busy, he sent word, with troop papers downbetween-decks, and she felt, somehow, that that letter was at the bottomof his sudden resolution and longed to see it, yet could not ask.

  At three bells, half-past nine, she saw him coming quickly along thepromenade-deck, and she stopped her escort and held out a detaininghand.

  "You'll come and have a little talk with me, won't you, Sandy?" shepleaded. "I'll wait for you as long as you like."

  "After I've seen Stuyvesant awhile," he answered hurriedly. "He isn't sowell. I reckon he must have overdone it," and away he went with hisspringy step until he reached the forward end of the promenade, where hetapped at the stateroom door. The surgeon opened it and admitted him.

  His eyes were grave and anxious when, ten minutes later, he reappeared."Norris is with him," he said in low tone, as he looked down into thesweet, serious, upturned face. "He shouldn't have tried it. He fooledthe doctors completely. I'll tell you more presently," he added, notingthat Mrs. Wells, with two or three of the band, were bearing down uponhim for tidings of the invalid, and Sandy had heard,--as who hadnot?--the unfavorable opinions entertained by the sisterhood of hisluckless, new-found friend.

  "The doctor says he mustn't be both--I mean disturbed--wants to get himto sleep, you know," was his hurried and not too happy response to thequeries of the three. "Matter of business he wanted to ask me about,that's all," he called back, as he broke away and dodged otherinquiries. Once in the little box of a stateroom to which he and afellow subaltern had been assigned, he bolted the door, turned on theelectric light, and took from under his pillow a packet of letters andsat him down to read. There was one from his mother, written on her wayback to Leavenworth, which he pored over intently and then reverentlykissed. Later, and for the second time, he unfolded and read the longestletter his father had ever penned. It was as follows:

  "I have slipped away from camp and its countless interruptions and taken a room at the hotel to-night, dear Sandy, for I want to have a long talk with my boy,--a talk we ought to have had before, and it is my fault that we didn't. I shrank from it somehow, and now am sorry for it.

  "Your frank and manful letter, telling me of your severe loss and of the weakness that followed, reached me two days ago. Your mother's came yesterday, fonder than ever and pleading for you as only mothers can. It is a matter that has cost us all dear financially, but, thanks to that loving mother, you were promptly enabled to cover the loss and save your name. You know and realize the sacrifices she had to make, and she tells me that you insisted on knowing. I am glad you did, my boy. I am going to leave in your hands the whole matter of repayment.

  "A young fellow of twenty can start in the army with many a worse handicap than a debt of honor and a determination to work it off. That steadies him. That matter really gives me less care than you thought for. It is the other--your giving way to an impulse to drink--that fills me with concern. You come up like a man, admit your fault, and say you deserve and expect my severe censure. Well, I've thought it all over, S
andy. My heart and my arms go out to you in your distress and humiliation, and--I have not one word of reproach or blame to give you.

  "For now I shall tell you what I had thought to say when your graduation drew nigh, had we been able to master mechanics and molecules and other mathematical rot as useful to a cavalry officer as a binocular to a blind man, and that I ought to have told you when you started out for yourself as a young _ranchero_, but could not bring myself to it so long as you seemed to have no inclination that way. Times, men, and customs have greatly changed in the last forty or fifty years, my boy, and greatly for the better. Looking back over my boyhood, I can recall no day when wine was not served on your grandfather's table. The brightest minds and bravest men in all Kentucky pledged each other day and night in the cup that sometimes cheers and ofttimes inebriates, and no public occasion was complete without champagne and whiskey in abundance, no personal or private transaction considered auspicious unless appropriately 'wet.'

  "Those were days when our statesmen revelled in sentiment and song, and drank and gambled with the fervor of the followers of the races. I was a boy of tender years then, and often, with my playmates, I was called from our merry games to join the gentlemen over their wine and drain a bumper to our glorious 'Harry of the West,' and before I went to the Point, Sandy, I knew the best, and possibly the worst, whiskeys made in Kentucky,--we _all_ did,--and the man or youth who could not stand his glass of liquor was looked upon as a milksop or pitied, and yet, after all, respected, as a 'singed cat,'--a fellow who owned that John Barleycorn was too much for him, and he did not dare a single round with him.

  "Then came the great war, and wars are always in one way demoralizing. West Point in the early sixties was utterly unlike the West Point of to-day, and no worse than a dozen of our greatest colleges. The corps still had its tales and traditions of the old time Fourth-of-July dinners at the mess hall, when everybody made a dash for the decanters and drank everything in sight. It was the only day in the year on which wine was served. It was in my time the invariable custom for the superintendent to receive the Board of Visitors on the day of their arrival at his quarters and to invite the officers and the graduating class to meet them, and to set forth, as for years had been the fashion at Washington, wine and punch in abundance, and the very officers detailed as our instructors would laughingly invite and challenge the youngsters so soon to shed the gray and wear the blue to drink with them again and again. I have seen dozens of the best and bravest of our fellows come reeling and shouting back to barracks, and a thoughtless set of boys laughing and applauding.

  "I was stationed at the Point soon after graduation, and the men who drank were the rule, not the exception. Social visits were rarely exchanged without the introduction of the decanter. The marvel is that so many were 'temperate in our meat and drink,' as my father and grandfather used to plead when, regularly every morning, the family and the negro servants were mustered for prayers. At every post where I was stationed, either in the East or where I was most at home,--the far frontier,--whiskey was the established custom, and man after man, fellows who had made fine records during the war, and bright boys with whom I had worn the gray at the Point, fell by the wayside and were court-martialled out of service.

  "In '70 and '71 we had a Board that swept the army like a seine and relegated scores of tipplers to civil life, but that didn't stop it. Little by little the sense and manhood of our people began to tell. Little by little the feeling against stimulant began to develop at the Point. It was no longer a joke to set a fledgling officer to taste the tempter--it was a crime. Four years after I was commissioned we had only one total abstainer out of some fifty officers at the mess, and he was a man whose life and honor depended on it. Three years ago, when I went to see you, there were dozens at the mess who never drank at all, and only eight who even smoked. Athletics and rifle-practice had much to do with this, I know, but there has gradually developed all over our land, notably in those communities where the custom used to be most honored in the observance, a total revulsion of sentiment.

  "Quarter of a century ago, even among many gently nurtured women, the sight of a man overcome by liquor excited only sorrow and sympathy; now it commands nothing less than abhorrence. I and my surviving contemporaries started in life under the old system. You, my dear boy, are more fortunate in having begun with the new. Among the old soldiers there are still some few votaries of Bacchus who have to count their cups most carefully or risk their commissions. Among those under forty our army has far more total abstainers than all the others in the world, and such soldiers as Grant, Crook, Merritt, and Upton, of our service, and Kitchener of Khartoum, are on record as saying that the staying powers of the teetotaller exceed those even of the temperate man, and staying power is a thing to cultivate.

  "As you know, I have never banished wine from our table, my boy. Both your mother and I had been accustomed to seeing it in daily use from childhood, yet she rarely touches it, even at our dinners. But, Sanford, I sent John Barleycorn to the right about the day your blessed mother promised to be my wife, and though I always keep it in the sideboard for old comrades whose heads and stomachs are still sound, and who find it agrees with them better than wine, I never offer it to the youngsters. They don't need it, Sandy, and no more do you.

  "But you come of a race that lived as did their fellow-men,--to whom cards, the bottle, and betting were everyday affairs. It would be remarkable if you never developed a tendency towards one or all of them, and it was my duty to warn you before. I mourn every hour I wasted over cards and every dollar I ever won from a comrade more than--much more than--the many hundred dollars I lost in my several years' apprenticeship to poker. It's just about the poorest investment of time a soldier can devise.

  "Knowing all I do, and looking back over the path of my life, strewn as it is with the wrecks of fellow-men ruined by whiskey, I declare if I could live it over again it would be with the determination never to touch a card for money or a glass for liquor.

  "And now, my own boy, let me bear the blame of this--your first transgression. You are more to us than we have ever told you. You are now your sister's guardian and knight, for, though she goes under the wing of Mrs. Dr. Wells, and, owing to her intense desire to take a woman's part we could not deny her, both your mother and I are filled with anxiety as to the result. To you we look to be her shield in every possible way. We have never ceased to thank God for the pride and joy He has given us in our children. (You yourself would delight in seeing what a tip-top little soldier Will is making.) You have ever been manful, truthful, and, I say it with pride and thankfulness unutterable, _square_ as boy could be. You have our whole faith and trust and love unspeakable. You have the best and fondest mother in the world, my son. And now I have not one more word to urge or advise. Think and decide for yourself. Your manhood, under God, will do the rest.

  "In love and confidence,

  "Father."

  When Marion came tapping timidly at the stateroom door there was for amoment no answer. Sandy's face was buried in his hands as he kneltbeside the little white berth. He presently arose, dashed some waterover his eyes and brows, then shot back the bolt and took his sister inhis arms.