The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-06-18

and he kept on bowling until an
Apache woman came over from 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 demon
strative 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 fercely in the daytime and
the coyotes yelled SO dolefully at
night. How he had crept into my
heart, to be sure!
1t was several days before we were
on satisfactory terms again. Tads
wanted to be white man. He want
ed to make "talk marks" on "pupper"
with a feather-T sometimes used
quill pen, be lit remarked-and he
wanted to speak with his finger. Well,
I did manage to teach him a few let
tiers from railroad poster, and he
learned to drawl out 'T-a-d-s" in a
droll way. With perseverance that
was really startling, 1 afterward took
him in an uncertain way through a
page or two OF "Can you see the fat
ox?' and SO on, wherefore his heart
was glad.
"Pll be wife mans, heap sure" he
declared in his bull-frog voice, after he
had accomplished his wonderful feat.
Great distress racked Tads soul on
the fatal day when the wickiups were
taken down and the tribe mounted it's
mustangs to go over the hills. The
Apaches had to search all over the
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 was his cry:
"Me yanter stay wild him! Me yanter
be wife mansW
Apache papas are unbending and
Apache mammals are memorable.
Away they whisked Tads, leaving be-
hind him a tenderfoot with a queer
feeling in his throat.
"Well, the boy has the instincts of
white man." said, for I was proud
of what fancied had made of him,
"and he'll be a shining light among
those devilish people OF his. live had
a 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 a
city man, and a big and busy railroad
Office claimed good share OF my at
tention for the next ten years. Yes,
it was fully that long before I again
set foot upon the desert. Our train
stopped at the old station. How the :
pepper-tree had grown, to be sure.
In it's shade sat a cavalry Sergeant
with a half-dozen of his men about
him, and in their midst were three In
dian prisoners, who were being taken
to the fort to be shot.
They were fierce-looking fellows,
those three savages. There was one,
the youngest; whowas a perfect demon,
the soldiers said.
"Kllled three women and two
babies down at Mustang Wash last
Tuesday," said the SER eant to me;
Gust after one of those had given him
breakfast, too. He's a young one,
not more than II, I should say; but
he's the worst red devil 1 ever
saw"
Gazing at the boy captive, a strange
feeling stole over me, The stolid face
was odly familiar
ellis name? Blessed if I know"
said the sergeant; what do you call
yourself, young one?" he asked, giving
him not too delicate poke with the
toe of his boot.
"Me? Why, my names Tads!"
grunted the boy.
"Ialks pretty good English for a
wild devil who has been over the
Mexican border SO long, doesn't he?"
asked the sergeant, turning to me.
But [ said nothing Bailey
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