It was late in the afternoon when the Sacramento, slowly feeling her way
southward, had come within view of El Fraile and Corregidor, looming up
like sentinels at the entrance to the great, far-spreading bay.
Butt and his assistants, with the field officer in command of the
troops, peered through their binoculars or telescopes for sign of
cruiser or transport along the rocky shores, and marvelled much that
none could be seen. Over against the evening sun just sinking to the
west the dim outlines of the upper masts and spars of some big vessel
became visible for three minutes, then faded from view. The passengers
swarmed on deck, silent, anxious, ever and anon gazing upward at the
bridge as though in hope of a look or word of encouragement.
It was midsummer and more when they left Honolulu, and by this time the
American force, land and naval, in front of Manila ought to be ample to
overcome the Spaniards. But there was ever that vexing problem as to
what Aguinaldo and his followers might do rather than see the great city
given over to the Americans for law and order instead of to themselves
for loot and rapine. The fact that all coast lights thus far were
extinguished was enough to convince the Sacramento's voyagers that they
were still unwelcome to the natives, but both the shipmaster and the
cavalry officer commanding had counted on finding cruiser, or despatch
boat at least, on lookout for them and ready to conduct them to safe
anchorage. But no such ship appeared, and the alternative of going about
and steaming out to sea for the night or dropping anchor where he lay
was just presenting itself to Butt when from the lips of the second
officer, who had clambered up the shrouds, there came the joyous shout:
"By Jove! There's Corregidor light!"
Surely enough, even before the brief tropic twilight was over and
darkness had settled down, away to the southward, at regular ten-second
intervals, from the crest of the rock-bound, crumbling parapet on
Corregidor Island, a brilliant light split the cloudy vista and flashed
a welcome to the lone wanderer on the face of the waters. It could mean
only one thing: Manila Bay was dominated by Dewey's guns. The Yankee was
master of Corregidor, and had possessed himself of both fort and
light-house. In all probability Manila itself had fallen.
"Half speed ahead!" was the order, and again the throb of the engines
went pulsing through the ship, and the Sacramento slowly forged ahead
over a smooth summer sea. At midnight the pilot and glad tidings were
aboard, and at dawn the decks were thronged with eager voyagers, and a
great, full-throated cheer went up from the forecastle head as the gray,
ghost-like shapes of the war-ships loomed up out of the mist and dotted
the unruffled surface.
But that cheer sank to nothingness beside one which followed fifteen
minutes later, when the red disk of the sun came peeping over the low,
fog-draped range far to the eastward and, saluted by the boom of the
morning gun from the battlements of the old city, there sailed to the
peak of the lofty flag-staff the brilliant colors and graceful folds of
the stars and stripes.
The three-century rule of Castile and Aragon was ended. The yellow and
red of Spain was supplanted by the scarlet, white, and blue of America,
and in a new glory of its own "Old Glory" unfolded to the faintly rising
breeze, and all along the curving shore and over the placid waters rang
out the joyous, life-giving, heart-stirring notes of the Yankee
reveille.
For long hours later there came launches, bancas, and cascoes from fleet
and shore. The debarkation of the cavalry began in the afternoon. They
had left their horses at the Presidio, six thousand miles away, and were
troopers only in name. The officers who came as passengers got ashore in
the course of the day and made their way to the Ayuntamiento to report
their arrival and receive their assignments.
The Red Cross nurses looked in vain for the hospital launch that, it was
supposed, would hasten to convey them to comfortable quarters adjoining
the sick-wards or convalescent camps. They listened with the deepest
interest to the description of the assault of the 13th of August that
made Merritt master of Manila, and the elders, masculine and feminine,
who knew something of what battle meant when American was pitted against
American, looked at each other in wonderment as they heard how much had
been won at cost of so little.
Sandy Ray, kissing Marion good-by and promising to see Stuyvesant in the
near future, went over the side with his troop and, landing at the stone
dock at the foot of the Paseo de Santa Lucia, found himself trudging
along at the head of his men under massive walls nearly three centuries
old, bristling with antiquated, highly ornamented Spanish guns, and
streaked with slime and vegetation, while along the high parapets across
the moat thousands of Spanish soldiers squatted and stared at them in
sullen apathy.
Maidie's knight and champion indeed! His duty called him with his
fellows to a far-away suburb up the Pasig River. Her duty held her to
await the movements of the sisterhood, and what she might lack for
sympathy among them was made up in manifest yet embarrassing interest on
part of the tall young aide-de-camp, for Stuyvesant was bidden to remain
aboard ship until suitable accommodation could be found for him ashore.
Under any other circumstances he would have objected vehemently, but,
finding that the Red Cross contingent was to share his fate, and that
Miss Ray was one of the dozen condemned to remain, he bore his enforced
lot with Christian and soldierly resignation.
"Only," said Dr. Wells, "one would suppose that the Red Cross was
entitled to some consideration, and that all preparation would have been
made for our coming." It was neither flattering nor reassuring, nor,
indeed, was it kind, that they should be so slighted, said the
sisterhood that evening; but worse still was in store, for on the
morrow, early, the Esmeralda came steaming in from Hong Kong, where,
despite her roundabout voyage, the Belgic had arrived before the
slow-moving Sacramento had rounded the northern point of Luzon, and, on
the deck of the Esmeralda as she steered close alongside the transport,
and thence on the unimpeded way to her moorings up the Pasig, in plain
view of the sisterhood, tall, gaunt, austere, but triumphant, towered
the form of the vice-president of the Patriotic Daughters of America.
For two days more the Sacramento remained at anchor in the bay over a
mile from the mouth of the river, and for two days and nights the Red
Cross remained aboard, unsought, unsummoned from the shore. The
situation became more strained than ever, the only betterment arising
from the fact that now there was more space and the nurses were no
longer crowded three in a room. Mrs. Dr. Wells moved into that recently
vacated by the cavalry commander, and Miss Ray and her now earnest
friend, Miss Porter, were relieved by the desertion of their eldest
sister, who pre-empted a major's stateroom on the upper deck.
Butt stirred up a new trouble by promptly coming to Miss Ray and bidding
her move out of that stuffy hole below and take Major Horton's quarters,
and bring Miss Porter with her "if that was agreeable."
It would have been, very, but "Miss Ray's head was level," as the purser
put it, and despite the snippy and exasperating conduct of most of the
sisterhood, that wise young woman pointed out to the shipmaster that
theirs was a semi-military organization, and that the senior, Mrs. Dr.
Wells, and one or two veteran nurses should have choice of quarters.
By this time Miss Porter's vehement championship of her charming and
much misjudged friend had excited no little rancor against herself. The
more she proved that they had done Miss Ray injustice, the less they
liked Miss Ray's advocate. It is odd but true that many a woman finds it
far easier to forgive another for being as wicked as she has declared
her to be than for proving herself entirely innocent.
One thing, anyhow, Miss Porter couldn't deny, said the sisterhood,--she
was accepting devoted attentions from Mr. Stuyvesant, and in her
capacity as a Red Cross nurse that was inexcusable.
"Fudge!" said Miss Porter. "If it were you instead of Miss Ray he was in
love with, how long would you let your badge keep him at a distance?"
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 pardon me if in my ignorance of the matter I fancied the lady
in question to be a representative of your order, and for suggesting
that the chief surgeon is the official to whom you should address your
complaint--and rebukes. Good-morning, madame. Miss Ray," he continued,
as he quickly turned and led that young lady away, "two of my staff
desire to be presented. May I have the pleasure?"
There was no mistaking the general's disapprobation of the official head
of the sisterhood as represented on the Sacramento. Though he and his
officers remained aboard an hour, not once again would he look towards
Dr. Wells or seem to see any of the party but Miss Ray,--this, too,
despite the fact that she tried to explain matters and pour oil on such
troubled waters.
Captain Butt sent up champagne to the distinguished party, and Miss Ray
begged to be excused and slipped away to her stateroom, only to be
instantly recalled by other cards--Colonel and Mrs. Brent, other old
friends of her father and mother. She remembered them well, and
remembered having heard how Mrs. Brent had braved all opposition and had
started for Hong Kong the day after the colonel steamed for Manila; and
their coming with most hospitable intent only added to the poor girl's
perplexities, for they showered welcomes upon her and bade her get her
luggage up at once. They had come to take her to their own roof. They
had secured such a quaint, roomy house in Ermita right near the bay
shore, and looking right out on the Luneta and the parade grounds.
They stormed at her plea that she must not leave her companions. They
bade her send for Miss Porter, and included her in their warm-hearted
invitation; but by the time Maidie was able to get a word in edgewise on
her own account, and begged them to come and meet Mrs. Dr. Wells and the
Red Cross sisterhood, they demurred.
The general, in Marion's brief absence, had expressed his opinion of
that official head, and the Brents had evidently accepted his views.
Then Vinton and his officers loudly begged Mrs. Brent to play chaperon
and persuade Miss Ray and Miss Porter to accompany them in their fine
white launch on a visit to the admiral on the flag-ship, and said
nothing about others of the order.
The idea of seeing Dewey on his own deck and being shown all over the
Olympia! Why, it was glorious! But Miss Ray faltered her refusal, even
against Miss Porter's imploring eyes. Then Stuyvesant declared he didn't
feel up to it.
The general went off to the fleet and the Brents back to shore without
the girls. But in the course of the afternoon four more officers came to
tender their services to "Billy Ray's daughter," and none, not even a
hospital steward, came to do aught for the Red Cross, and by sundown
Maidie Ray had every assurance that the most popular girl at that moment
in Manila army circles was the least popular aboard the Sacramento, and
Kate Porter cried herself to sleep after an out-and-out squabble with
two of the Band, and the emphatic assertion that if she were Marion Ray
she would cut them all dead and go live with her friends ashore.
But when the morrow came was it to be wondered at that Miss Ray had
developed a high fever? Was it not characteristic that before noon, from
the official head down, from Dr. Wells to Dottie Fellows, the most
diminutive of the party, there lived not a woman of their number who was
not eager in tender of services and in desire to be at the sufferer's
bedside? Was it not manlike that Stuyvesant, who had shunned the
sisterhood for days, now sought the very women he had scorned, and
begged for tidings of the girl he loved?