ROLLO MAKES PROPOSITIONS
The month of August was drawing to its close when an expectant throng
of people gathered about the wharf of the great military camp recently
established for the home-returning American army at Montauk Point, on
the extreme eastern end of Long Island. Most of the throng were
soldiers, but among them was a little group of civilians accompanied by
a young trooper wearing a brand-new uniform, but looking very pale and
weak, as though recovering from a severe illness. He was Rollo Van
Kyp, only just out from the New York hospital to which he had been
taken more than a month before. With him, and anticipating his every
need, were Mr. and Mrs. Norris and Dulce. Their Long Island summer
home had not been sold, and now there was no need that it should be,
since Mr. Norris's affairs had taken a decided turn for the better. As
soon, therefore, as they learned that the army was to be sent to
Montauk, they went to this cottage and fitted it up as a convalescent
hospital, for any of their boy's wounded comrades to whom he might
desire to show particular attention. Thus Dulce, though not enrolled
in the Red Cross service, wore a nurse's costume, and Rollo Van Kyp,
who had insisted on coming down to welcome his home-returning comrades,
was one of her patients. Now they were looking for Ridge, of whose
illness they had not yet learned.
Those Rough Riders left behind at Tampa had already been transferred to
Montauk, together with all the horses of the regiment, and these hearty
young troopers formed the greater part of the throng now assembled to
greet the heroes of Las Guasimas, of San Juan, and of the Santiago
trenches, for Colonel Roosevelt and his men were coming home, and the
_Miami_, on which they were embarked, was nearing the wharf. Her decks
were crowded with men, worn and weary, clad in battle-stained uniforms,
and filled with a great joy at once more breathing the air of their
native land. Already was Rollo recognizing familiar faces, and eagerly
pointing them out.
"But where is my boy?" cried Mrs. Morris. "I cannot see him."
The others did not answer, for they too were greatly disappointed at
not discovering the face they most longed to see.
At length the slow-moving ship was made fast, its gang-plank was run
out, and the eager troopers began to swarm ashore. Some were so weak
that comrades were obliged to support their feeble steps; but all were
radiant with the joy of home-coming. Cheer after cheer greeted each
troop, as with silken guidons fluttering above them they marched from
the ship, and finally a perfect roar of welcome announced the
appearance of their Colonel.
"There's Teddy!" cried Rollo, with a feeble attempt at waving his hat.
"Oh, how good it is to see him again!"
"But my boy! Where is my boy?" cried the distracted mother, crowding
her way to the very front rank of spectators. As she did so, Colonel
Roosevelt passed close to her, and she clutched his arm.
"Oh, sir, my boy! Where is my boy? Do not tell me he is dead!"
"It is Mrs. Norris, Colonel," explained Rollo Van Kyp, pressing
forward, "and she is disappointed at not seeing the Lieutenant."
"Thank God, my dear fellow, that you are alive!" exclaimed the Colonel,
grasping Van Kyp's hand. Then, in a lower tone, he added, "We had to
leave poor Norris behind. He was too ill to be brought on a transport,
but he may come at any time on a hospital-ship. Here is a note for his
family from one of the hospital nurses. My dear madam," he added,
turning to Mrs. Norris, "your son is alive, but detained for a time at
Santiago. If you will excuse me now, I will see you again very
shortly, and tell you of all the fine things he has done."
With this the embarrassed Colonel passed on, thankful at having thus
concluded one of the interviews with anxious parents that he so dreaded.
For a moment Mrs. Norris stared after him in speechless agony; for the
mother's keen ear had overheard his low-spoken words to Rollo Van Kyp,
and she knew that her boy had been left in Cuba too ill to be moved.
Then she uttered a moan, and fainted in her husband's arms.
A little later, when the saddened group had been driven back to the
cottage that had been so happily prepared for the reception of their
soldier, they read Spence Cuthbert's note, hastily written as the Rough
Riders were embarking at Santiago. It told of the terrible suffering
that had impelled her to remain behind when the _Gray Nun_ went north,
of her disappointment at not hearing anything from Ridge, and how she
had at last discovered him in the Santiago hospital, to which she had
been transferred immediately after the surrender.
"I did not dare write sooner," she continued, "for we had no hope that
he could live; but now he is again conscious, and has recognized me.
The doctors talk of sending him north as soon as he can be moved; but,
remembering the horrors of the _Seneca_ and the _Concho_, I dread the
voyage for him even more than I do the pestilent air of this awful
hospital. In fact, I am in despair, and know not what is best to be
done."
"I know!" exclaimed Rollo Van Kyp, as Dulce, with tear-filled eyes,
finished reading this pitiful note. "He must be brought back on the
_Nun_. Mr. Norris, she leaves New York to-morrow with a fresh lot of
nurses for Santiago, and if you will only take the run down on her you
can bring the dear old chap back in comfort."
Mr. Norris hesitated a moment. "Do you realize," he asked, "that if
your yacht brings back a single yellow-fever patient it may never be
safe to use her again?"
"My dear sir!" cried Rollo, "if she were all that I had in the world
she would still be at the service of my dearest friend."
So Mr. Norris thankfully accepted the young millionaire's offer, and
sailed the very next day for Santiago.
A week later a Red Cross nurse, worn and wearied almost to the point of
exhaustion by her days and nights of caring for sick and dying
soldiers, sat in a Santiago hospital beside one of her patients, gently
fanning him. His eyes were closed, and she hoped that he slept. As
she watched him her own eyes slowly filled with tears; for she did not
believe he would ever gain sufficient strength to bear removal from
that house of sorrow. The air of the ward was hot, damp, and lifeless.
Sickening odors rising from the streets of the filthy city drifted in
through its open windows. The whole atmosphere of the place was
depressing, and suggestive of suffering that could only end with death.
"Poor Ridge!" she murmured bitterly to herself. "After all your
splendid work, it is cruel to leave you here to die, deserted and
forgotten!"
Just then the patient opened wide his eyes, and an expression of eager
anticipation flitted across his white face. "Dad is coming," he
whispered. "I hear his footstep. Oh, Spence, he is here, and will
take us home!"
The nurse listened, but heard only the moans of other sufferers, and
thinking that this one had dreamed of his father's coming, tried to
soothe him with hopeful promises. Then, all at once, she uttered a
little cry of joy, for at the far end of the long white ward she saw
one of the house surgeons escorting a familiar figure. In another
minute Mr. Norris, seeming to bring with him a breath of bracing
northern air, stood beside his son's cot.
"I thank God and you, Spence Cuthbert, that my boy is still alive!" he
cried. "And now, how soon can we take him north? I have Van Kyp's
yacht waiting out here in the harbor, and we can start at a moment's
notice."
"I believe I could go this very minute, dad," said Ridge, his voice
already strengthened with hope and happiness. "But, father," he added,
anxiously, "we must take Spence with us; for she has promised to stay
with me as long as I need her, and I know I couldn't travel without
her."
"Of course we will take her, son, and keep her, too, just as long as we
can."
For three days longer Ridge lay on that cot, gaining strength with each
moment of renewed hope and eager anticipation. During this time Mr.
Norris occupied the intervals of rest from watching beside his son with
visiting the battle-fields near the city over which the young trooper
had so bravely fought. On these expeditions he was accompanied and
guided by a Cuban named del Concha, recommended by General Wood, to
whom he had rendered valuable service by the giving of intelligent and
honestly patriotic advice. When del Concha discovered that the
American señor whom he was asked to guide was father to his friend, the
brave _teniente_ Norris, he was overjoyed to be of assistance to him,
and completely won the elder gentleman's heart by praise of his son and
stories of the latter's exploits while executing his dangerous mission
among the Spaniards of Cuba. Del Concha also told of himself; and,
among other things, that, on the very day he had learned of Santiago's
surrender, he had married his sweetheart, the brave girl who had
assisted Ridge to escape from the Holguin prison, and who was now very
nearly recovered from her wound.
At length the joyous day came when Ridge could be moved, and he was
carefully borne in a litter, by four of the stalwart negro troopers, in
whose company he had charged up San Juan Heights, through the streets
of Santiago to the waiting yacht. Besides the young trooper and his
proud father, the _Nun_ carried northward a score more of convalescent
soldiers, to whom Spence Cuthbert, and a group of her companion nurses,
also returning home from their glorious service, gave devoted care.
On the day that Montauk was to be reached, Ridge was strong enough to
be carried on deck, where, from a pillowed steamer-chair, he gazed
happily at the loved features of the nearing coast. He was the very
first to spy his mother, who again waited in trembling eagerness on the
wharf, this time not to be disappointed.
"And there are Rollo," he said, to the girl who stood beside him, "and
Dulce, and the Colonel. And oh, Spence, to think that but for you I
should certainly never have seen them again!"
For many days after the home-coming of our young trooper the Norris
cottage was strictly quarantined against a possible outbreak of
yellow-fever; but, as Rollo Van Kyp said:
"Who cares? I'm sure I don't; for all of the world I want to see just
now is held within these walls."
The very first time Ridge was allowed to go out, he was driven to the
Rough-Rider camp to be mustered from service with his regiment. On
this occasion he wore a lieutenant's uniform, at which his mother,
seated beside him in the carriage, gazed with such undisguised pride
that he laughingly accused her of being more susceptible to the
influence of brass buttons than any girl of his acquaintance.
Only once after this did our young lieutenant wear his uniform, and
that was when, two months later, he was married in a little Kentucky
church to Spence Cuthbert, who, at his earnest request, wore as her
wedding-dress the costume of a Red Cross nurse.
Dulce was, of course, maid of honor, while Rollo Van Kyp was best man.
When the simple ceremony was over, and they were all gathered to wish
the radiant couple God-speed on their wedding journey, Rollo unfolded
the great news he had received that morning.
"Teddy has been nominated for Governor of New York!" he cried. "And I
am to stump the State with him. When he is elected he is going to make
me a Colonel on his staff, so that Dulce won't have to marry a mere
private after all."
And Dulce, blushing furiously, replied, "I would rather marry a private
soldier who had charged up San Juan Hill than any staff-officer in the
world."
"How about taking both?" asked Rollo.