The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-08-06

about the place. grunung quietly 10
! himself, he upset one OF my battery
jars
''Tads." | cried, angrily. for the
deserts breath was hot upon me. and
was irritating enough. let alone spilled
vitriol. you're little beast! Skip
out of here or I'll take stick to voui'
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 demonstrative
burden.
OF course | regretted my hot lan-
guage 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
iicreely in the daytime aud the coyotes
yelled so doefully 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 boa white man. lie want
ed to make talk marks" on 'pupper"
with feather-I sometimes used a
Quill pen, be it remarked-and he
wanted to speak with his finger. Well.
/ did manage to teach him few let
ters from Il railroad poster. and he
learned to drawl out '.T-a-d-s" in a
drol way. With perseverance, that
was really startling. | afterward took
him in an uncertain way through ii
page or two of Can you see the fat
ox?" and so on. wherefore his heart
was glad.
"I'll be wife mans, heap sure" he
declared in his bull-frog voice, after
he had accomplished this wonderful
feat.
Great distress racked Tad's soul IN
the fatal day when the wickiups we've
taken down and the tribe mounted its
mustangs TO 90 over the hills. The
Apaches had 10 search all over the
station to find lads. At last they
hauled him forth from under nv bunk,
screaming like mad. Of no avail were
his screams; of no avail was his cry:
Me yanter stay wild him! Me yanter
be w ite mans.'
Apache papas are unbending and
Apache mammaS are ineXOrable. Away
they whisked Tads, leaving behind him
Il tenderfoot with a queer feeling in his
throat.
We'll, the boy has the instincts of a
white man. | said. for | was proud of
what | fancied | had made of him,
land he'll be sure to be 4 shining
light among those devilish 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 | took up the restless life of
city man, and Il big and busy rail-
road Office claimed good share of my
attention for the next ten years. Yes.
it was fully that long before | again
set foot upon the desert. Our train
stopped ut the old station. How the
peppertree had grown. to be sure. In
its shade sat cavalry Sergeant with a
half-dozen of his men about him, and
ia their midst were three Indian pris-
oners. who were being taken to the
fort to be shot
They were Gerce-looking fellows.
those three savages. There was one,
the youngest. who was perfect
demon, the soldiers said.
''KiIlcd three women and two babies
down at Mustang Wash last Tuesday,
said the sergeant to me; Just after
one of them had given him breakfast,
too. He's Il young one, not more than
II, | should say: but he's the worst
red devil | ever saw"
Gazing at the boy captive. a strange
feeling stole over me. The stolid face
was oddly familiar.
His name? Blessed if | know"
said the sergeant; what do you call
yourself, Young one?' he asked, Civ
ing him a not too delicate poke with
the toesOf his boot.
Me? Why, my names Tadw
grunted the boy.
Talks pretty good English for a
wild devil who has been over the Mex
lean border so long. doesn't hep" ask
ed the sergeant, turning to me.
But | said nothing. .-Frank Bailey
lHllard IN Argomsm.