The record-union., 1898-03-16

reached Mrs. Lincoln's degree of re-
| fnement.
THAT is my foster-father's house.
said our hostess, as the driver stopped
| the team before q comfortable cottage
in this settlement where white men
and Indians live as citizens. We en-
tered the sittingroom, which was for
the moment empty. 1t was not us
luxurious as Mrs. Lincoln's own, but
showed only the simple furnishings and
scant decoration characteristic of the
homes Of old people. Presently the old
chief entered He was tall, of unmis-
taxable Indian build square shoulders,
! short neck, and fine head. Mrs. Lin
! coin took him affectionately by the
/ hand, and in her own language gently
| explained to him our presence. He
/ smiled on us benignantly. extending a
hand to each in turn, and saying, How
! do?" but this was all the English he
/ knew, and the conversation was car
| ried on entirely through the interpreta-
/ tion of his foster daughter
He had been several times to Wash
| irgton to represent his tribe before tn.
| Great Father" and there had become
converted to the inartistic garments
=
ever, suited him, for he wore his frock
coat with elegance and dignity. He was
altogether of q heroic type. His leonina
head was never meant to bow. nor his
! fearless eyes to quail When civilization
came upon him, he met it as a con-
Gueror, instead of fleeing before it as
lesser men of his tribe had done Dur
| ing his life span of three-score years
I Il
tribe which the nations of Europe have
only accomplished in hundreds Of CEN
turtles. Having begun childhood as the
widest savage. he was finishing life a
cultivated gentleman of progressive
thought and altruisttc desires.
| When we were driven to the Indian
school. I begged to be left alone with a
| troop of youngsters who wert romping
outside, instead Of going in with the
others to see the weary children and
iwearier teachers struggling with the
/ English language and elementary
studies. The children III the school,
rooms We're all heavy and Indifferent
! but out of doors they were playful AMI
| joyous. ] sat down on the steps and ten
/ little Indian boys approached me Curl
oGsly and suspiciousIy. like the squir-
rels in park. Some scarlet carnations
on my dress were the winning card.
and I held them out suggestiveIy In
l q moment I was covered with an ava
fianche of laughing, struggling children.
whose cold dirty hands at once ruth
lcssly touched my coat, neck and face.
/ turned them off. but those who had
not succeeded IN gaining a flower came
back with extended palms, crying Give
/ give" They picked 1t my black headed
| pins and asked for those then with un-
| blushing assurance begged with clam
orous voices and brown hands my watch
and every bit Of jewelry in sight. They
apparently spoke no English but the
word give; however, I asked them their
names as the ten little boys stood be-
fore me in wriggling row.
Joshua" said the first; Joseph.
said the second. and Daniel" the third
NO, no. no." I exclaimed in impati-
/ ence. Indian name" The little fell
lows We're giving ne the unattractive
substitutes which We're taken from the
Bible by the schoolteaehers, probably
as the first step in religious reforma
ton.
Indian name I repeated, pointing to
the merry little gnome called Joshua
| He and all the others looked puzzled
and solemn for a moment. grunted an
inarticulate syllable or two, then. with
a happy smile of illumination. he and
ali the row filled my ears with the
! musical sound of the names their