The General was announced at home and engaged in writing a letter to General Merritt--then his rather regular literary exercise.

There were a dozen insurgent soldiers at the door, and as many more at the foot and head of the stairs, with several officers, all in military costume, the privates carrying Spanish Mausers and the officers wearing swords.

We were admitted to an inner room, with a window opening on the street, and told the General would see us directly.

Meanwhile well-dressed ladies of his family passed through the audience room from the General's office to the living rooms, giving a pleasant picture of domesticity.
The door from the study opened and a very slender and short young man entered with a preoccupied look that quickly became curious.

An attendant said in a low voice, "General Aguinaldo." He was unexpectedly small--could weigh but little over 100 pounds--dressed in pure white, and his modesty of bearing would have become a maiden.