Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-07-28

sfS-shooters were thrust. He had a splendid
array OF silver ornaments, bracelets and
buttons, and string Of turquoises and
beads about his neck that was worth a
small fortune.
Ride for n Doctor.
"Once when Jean was very i'll Of mountain
fever he went up in the mountains for an
herb which his tribe Uses, to make medicine
for her. One night when she grew steadily
worse, we missed him. The high water had
washed out The bridges. and We could not
get the doctor from Fort Wingate and we
were ir the depths of despair. Jean fretted
for him, and called him all night long. /
felt bitter to think that he was like most
of his kind, as i then thought all Indians
urgrateful, and that he had forsaken u.s.
Toward morning heard him call me- and
went to the door to find that he had gone
will out a word to any Of us to Fort Win
gate, fifty miles away, swimming the rag
ing mountain stream six times, taking his
own blooded horses, and had returned with
the white medicine man.
when we went to Albuquerque to live,
Ccgeie-his name was Cog-ge-ah -col-col-go-
ta-who had been with us n year, begged
10 go with us, and we let him do so. He
was jeans devoted slave, and i never felt
any fear when she was with him. There
vas but one thing that he ever denied her,
and that was his turquoise ornaments.
They were a part of his religion, and he be-
lieved that If they LEFT his person they
would cast n DEVILS charm over him. A
few months after Jean was three years old
we found il necessary TO move to Socorro.
That was so far away that Coggie could
not go. His father was Old, and he owned
large herds of cattle and horses, and de-
manded that his son return to the tribe,
and take up his duties as a chief. The
parting between him and Jean was soul
narrowing, and / sometimes think that il
1 could have kept him i would have my
little girl with me now. In less than six
weeks smallpox became epidemic, and
Jean was one of the first to succumb to the
orrible disease Some three months later
my door was opened, and Google walked in.
He had never learned many white mans
ways. He stalked up to me and held out
his hand, Calculating, How and then
asked for the baby. His grief was pitiable,
but depressed, when / told him of our sor-
row. and told him, too. how bitterly re-
GREETED never having had jeans shadow
taken. as he had so often begged me to.
He was great adrlirer Of pictures, and
was one OF the picture writers OF his tribe.
with considerable talent. He had often
asked me to have jeans shadow made
for him, but j put ii off, people often
will, till when she died had nothing but a
little card photograph, taken when she was
a year old.
story of the Painting.
Goggles face frightened as / talked to
him. and when had finished my recital he
got up, and wrapping his blanket around
him. he said, Wait and disappeared as he
had come, not having spoken a dozen words.
Three months later he walked into the
house again, bearing big square package,
which he unwrapped, and stood up before
me, with every manifestation of delight on
his part. My heart almost stopped when /
saw that it was a perfect likeness in oils of
our little Jean, which he had brought me-
1t was long afterward that 1 learned from
the artist in Albuquerque how the picture
had been painted, for Google would not
talk. While i'm Albuquerque. Coggie, firing
% my seeming indifference, had taken Jean
TO the best artist in the city and had an
excellent tintype taken, for which he gave
one CT his turquoise rings, a gem worth at
least hundred dollars. This shadow he
put III silver card case, which he bought
for the purpose, and hung with the rest of
his trilkets around his neck. His quick
mind suggested copy of this when /
mourned that had no picture. So he went
back directly to the artist. An eastern por-
trait painter was at the studio and his
really excellent work pleased Coggie So he
ordered an oil painting. He would not give
the tintype up. but each day sat beside the
ARTIST, noting every shade on the canvas,
suggesting and approving. He took from
the silver case a bit of the blue dress that
Jean wore in the picture, and one of her
yellow curls, WHICH he mad cut unknown to
me. He laid them before the painter each
morning, and took them away each night.
And when at the end of two months of
painting in, and rubbing out, Google de-
clared himself satisfied with the work he
laid down before the artist his cherished
beads and turquoises and his beautiful
silver bracelets, a small fortune, He could
have paid five times the sum in money, but
the artist was sharp enough to play his
tender feelings, and Google would have
given a hand rather than not had the
shadow for me-
IF papa ever fights another Indian ap-
preparation bill he will have TO fight us
too, won't he, mamma?' asked Nora i'm
petuousiy, when the pathetic little story
was ended. And her mother agreed, most
willingly.
Papa ought to come west" said Nora
abruptly continuing the subject as We walk
ed home under the bright moonlight. He
does not know what he is legislating about.
How can he-how can any of the members
who never Were west of the Missssippi
river know anything about the vast inter-
ests that concern them and demand inteIlf-
gent votes that lie in the great west? Nest
orn men have chances to be much better in
formed, because they have seen both east
and west. l am AFRAID We are egetisticaliy
narrow, and pride ourselves on it," she con-
Guided refiectiveiy, as We reached the hotel.
What Z pity her father is not as amenab,e
10 impressions as she is!
SENORA SARA