see him again and to comfort him. She would be no man's wife.

At last, one hot, soft morning in early July, the great transport
slipped past Corregidor and turned its nose across Manila bay, past
Cavite, toward the anchorage which ended the long voyage. The city
of Manila lay stretched out before them--Manila, the new American
capital.

The troops were marched off to quarters and the Harbins, with Jane
Cable, repaired at once to the Oriente, where they were to live
prior to taking a house in Ermita or San Miguel. The campaign was
not being pushed vigorously at this time; it was the rainy season.
Desultory fighting was going on between the troops and the insurgents;
there were numerous scouting and exploring expeditions into the
enemy's country. The famous round robin of the correspondents had
been sent to the United States by this time, taking severely to task
the army censorship which prevented the real condition of affairs
from reaching the deluded public. The situation was much worse
on the island of Luzon than anyone at home could have imagined.
But little truth escaped the vigilant wisdom of the arbitrarians.
It was not until later on, however, that the effects of the round
robin were felt in headquarters at Manila; when that time came the
Ayuntamiento in the walled city was not a pleasant retreat for the
newspaper men who had dared.

A week elapsed before Jane could find the opportunity to make
inquiries concerning the whereabouts of Graydon Bansemer. Her
thoughts had been of nothing else; her eagerness had been tempered
by the diffidence of the over-zealous. She and pretty Ethel Harbin
had made life endurable for the gay young officers who came over