The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-07-31

ert's breath was hot upon me and was ir-
,eitating enough, let alone spilled vitri"l.
you're little beasti Skip out of he
or I'll take stick to your
Then arose great howl from Tads,
and he kept on bowling until an Apache
woman came over the sands from the
wickiups and gathered him up in her
arms. She was his mother. She eyed
me suspiciously. and walked away with
her highly de1nonstrative 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 heartbrokenly, while the
sun beat down SO fiercely in the daytime
and the coyotes yelled so dolefully nj
night. How he had 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 "pupper" with feather
II sometimes used quill pen, be it re-
marked-and he wanted to speak with
his finger. Well, did manage to teach
him few letters from railroad poster.
and he learned to drawl out ''T-a-d-s' in
dron way. With perseverance that
was really startling / afterward took
him in an uncertain way through page
or two of .'Can you see the fat OK" and
30 on, wherefore his heart was glad.
iii be wife mans, heap sure" he de-
clared in his bullfrog voice after he had
accomplished this wonderful feat.
Great distress racked Tad's soul ON
the fatal day when the wickiups were
taken down and the tribe mounted its
mustangs to go over the hills. The
| A has 1na6 To al he cto
ton to find Tads. At last they hauled
him forth from under my bunk. scream
ing like mad. Of no avail were his
screams. of no avail was his cry: me
yanter stay wild himi Me yanter be wife
mansf
Apache papas are unbending and
Apache mammas are inexorable Away
they whisked Tads, leaving behind him
tenderfoot with queer feeling in his
throat.
"Wen, the boy has the instincts of a
white man." said, for was proud of
what fancied had made of him, land
he'n be shining light among those dew
il1sh people of his. 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 l took up the restless life OF a
city man, and big and busy railroad
Office claimed good share of my atten-
ton for the next ten years. Yes, it was
fully that long before l again set foot
upon the desert Our train stopped at
the old station. How the pepper tree
had grown, to be sure. In its shade sat
IL cavalry sergeant with half-dozen of
his men about him, and in their midst
were three Indian prisoners, who were
being taken to the fort to be shot.
They were fierce looking fellows, those
three savages. There was one-the young
est-who was perfect demon. the sol
diers said.
KILLED three women and two babies
down at Mustang Wash last Tuesday, =
said the sargeant to me; lust after one
of them had given him his breakfast
too. He's young one, not more than
seventeen, | should say, but he's the
worst red devil ever saw"
Gazing at the boy captive, strange
feeling stole over me. The stolid face
was oddly familiar.
His name? Blessed if | know" said
the sergeant. what do you call your
self, young oneT' he asked, giving him a
not too delicate poke with the toe of his
boot.
I "Me? Why. my names Tadsi'' grunte6
, the boy.
''Tallzs pretty good English for wilG
devil who has been over the Mexican
border so long, doesn't her asked the
. sergeant. turning to me.
, But ] said nothing.-Frank Bailey
Millard in Argonaut.