tance?"

The sun went down on their unappeased wrath that second night in Manila
Bay, and with the morrow came added cause for disapprobation. Before the
noon hour a snow-white launch with colors flying fore and aft steamed
alongside, and up the stairs, resplendent, came Stuyvesant's general
with a brace of staff officers, all three precipitating themselves on
the invalid and, after brief converse with him, all three sending their
cards to Miss Ray, who had taken refuge on the other deck.

And even while she sat reflecting what would be the wiser course, the
general himself followed the card-bearer, and that distinguished
warrior, with all the honors of his victorious entry fresh upon him,
inclined his handsome head and begged that he might present himself to
the daughter of an old and cherished friend of cadet days, and seated
himself by her side with hardly a glance at the array of surrounding
femininity and launched into reminiscence of "Billy Ray" as he was
always called, ana it was some little time before she could say,--

"Will you let me present you to Dr. Wells, who is practically my
commanding officer?" a request the general was too much of a gentleman
not to accede to at once, yet looked _not_ too much pleased when he
was led before that commanding dame, and then distinctly displeased as,
taking advantage of her opportunity, the indignant lady burst forth with
her grievance:

"Oh! This is General Vinton! Well, I must say that I think you generals
have treated the ladies of the Red Cross with precious little courtesy.
Here we've been waiting thirty-six hours, and not a soul has come near
us or shown us where to go or told us what to do, while everybody else
aboard is looked after at once."

"It is a matter entirely out of my jurisdiction, madame," answered the
general with grave and distant dignity. "In fact, I knew nothing of the
arrival of any such party until, at the commanding general's this
morning, your vice-president--is it?--was endeavoring to----"

"Our vice-president, sir," interposed the lady promptly, "is in San
Francisco, attending to her proper functions. The person you saw is not
recognized by the Red Cross at all, nor by any one in authority that
_I_ know of."

General Vinton reddened. A soldier, accustomed to the "courtesies
indispensable among military men," ill brooks it that a stranger and a
woman should take him to task for matters beyond his knowledge or
control.

"You will pardo