tice demanded! The maiden prostrated! Identification of the victim by
Miss Zenobia Perkins, Vice-President and Accredited Representative for
the Philippine Islands of the Society of Patriotic Daughters of America!
Army circles in Manila stirred to the bottom! etc., etc.

Joyous reading this for friends and kindred in the far-distant States!
Admirable exhibit of journalistic enterprise! The Hong Kong papers
coming over in course of another week were full of it, and of
appropriate comment on the remarkable depravity of the American race,
and Chicago journals, notably the _Palladium_, bristled with editorial
explosions over the oft-repeated acts of outrage and brutality on part
of the American officer to the friendless private in the American ranks.

And thousands of honest, well-meaning men and women, who had seen, year
after year, lie after lie, one stupendous story after another,
punctured, riddled, and proved a vicious and malignant slander,
swallowed this latest one whole, and marvelled that the American officer
could be the monster the paper proved him to be.

But one woman at last and at least was happy, perched now on a pinnacle
of fame, and in the Patriotic Daughters of America as represented by
their Vice-President and Accredited Representative in the Philippines,
virtue and rectitude reigned triumphant. Zenobia Perkins was in her
glory. Of all the citizens or soldiers of the United States in and about
Manila, male or female, staff or supply, signal or hospital corps, Red
Cross or crossed cannon, rifles, or sabres, this indomitable woman was
now the most sought after--the most in demand. Her identification of the
dead man had been positive and complete.

"I suspected instantly," she declared in presence of the assembled
throng, "when I heard Lieutenant Stuyvesant had shot a soldier, just who
it might be. I remembered the young man who disappeared from the train
before we got to Oakland. I suspected him the moment the corporal told
me about the mysterious young man trying to see Miss Ray. I had my
carriage chase right after him to the Nozaleda and caught him,
half-running, half-staggering, and I took him driving until he got
ca-amed down and told him he needn't worry any more. He was among
friends at last, and the P. D. A.'s would take care of him and guard his
secret and see him done right by. Oh, yes, I did! We weren't going to
see an innocent boy shot as a deserter when he didn't know what he was
doing. He w