Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-08-19

ing his little brown feet pattered straight
over the road 10 the wickiups. a half mile
away. In time he wore narrow trail
over TO the huts.
Pity vell, was what Tads would
srunt 10 me every day when he came
shyly into the Office and greeted him
with a friendly How-de-do?" Then he
would shrug his 81 ,ulders in a way Chat
wrinkled the thpe Ks into such be-
wildering folds th you could not have
read them unless YOU had known what
they were beforehand.
One day while g was meandering
about the place, gru ting quietly to him
self, he upset one of ny battery jas.
"Tads, cried a. ,rily, for the deserts
breath was hot on me and was irri-
tating enough, let alone spilled vitriol,
you're little beast! Skip out of here,
or I'll take stick to youl"
Then arose a great howl from Tads,
and he kept on bowling until an Apache
woman came over the sands from wick
iups and gathered him up in her arms.
She was his mother. She eyed me sus-
piciously and walked away with her
highly demonStratiye burden.
OF course / regretted my hot language
and wanted the little beggar back again.
1t was so lonely there on the desert. The
wires walled SO heart brokenly, while the
sun beat down so fisrcely in the daytime,
and the coyotes yelled SO dolefully at
night How he hal crept into my heart,
to be surel
1t was several days before we were on
satisfactory terms again. Tads wanted
to be white man. He wanted to make
talk marks " on pper" with feather
Il sometimes used quill pen, be it re-
marked-and he wanted to speak with
his finger. Well, did manage TO teat h
him few letters from a railroad poster,
and he learned todrawl out "T-a-d-sr in
droll way. With perseverance that
was really startling, Iafterward took him
in an uncertain way through a page or
two Of "Can You See the Fat Ok, and
so on, wherefore his heart was glad.
I'll be white mans, heap sure, he de-
clared in his bullf og voice, after he had
accomplished this wonderful feat.
Great distress reached Tad's soul on the
fatal day when the wickiups were taken
down and the tribe mounted their mus
tangs to go over tie hills. Apaches had
to search all over tie station to find Tads.
At last they hauled him forth from under
my bunk, screaming like mad. OF no
avail were his screams; of no avail were
his cry, Me yanter to stay wild him; me
yanter be wife mansl"
Apache papas are unbending and
Apache mammas are inexorable. Away
they whisked Tads, leaving behind him
a tenderfoot with a queer feeling in hi.
throat
well, the boy has the instincts of q
white man." l said, for was proud
what / fancied / h;l made of him, sane
he'll be a shining light among thost
devilish people of lis. If we had few
more like him TO put among them, the
Apache question would settle itself, and
we could set our soldiers to hoeing corn.
Then took up the restless life of city
man, and big and busy railroad office
claimed a good share of my attention fol
the next 10 years. Yes, it was full,
that long before / again set foot upon til,
desert. Our train stopped at the ole
station. How the pepper tree had grown
to be sure! In its shade sat a 'cavalr,
sergeant with half dozen of his mel
about him, and in their midst were tlr.
Indian prisoners who were being taken
the fort to be shot.
They were fierce looking fellows, tho.
three savages. There was one, the young
est, who was perfect demon, the soldiei
said.
Killed three women and two babi
down at Mustang Wash last Tuesday,
said the sergeant tc me, just after OH
of them had given him his breakfast, to-
He is a young one. not more than II,
should say, but hes the worst red devil
ever saw.
Gazing at the boy captive, a stran
feeling stole over me. The stolid fa
was oddly familiar
His name! Blessed if | know sal
the sergeant; what do you call yourself
young one?" he asked, giving him no
too delicate poke with the toe of his boo
"Me9 Why my names Tads!" grunte
the boy.
Talks pretty good English for a vii
devil who has been over the Mexican
border 50 long, doesn't her" asked til,
sergeant, turning to me.
But said nothing.