The age-herald., 1898-01-09

was standing at the bridle of my off horse. 1 About ten feet ahead, looking me and my 1 outfit over kind of cool like, were half a l had been down in that country good deal, 1 and I knew they were Apaches. "'What you got? says the Indian at the bridle, in good English.
 -'I knew that it wasn't going to do me any good to tell him 1t was none of his alarmed business what had, and so says. Pictures
 ''Tln pietures?' says he. and I told him yes wondering all the time where he had picked up his English which wasn't pidgIn by long shot, and where he'd picked up what he knew about tintypes. "'Take me and the rest? says he, wav- i ing his loose arm in the direction of the others, who didn't apparently understand | what he was saying. But they all looked at this redskin at the bridle of my off horse as if they thought he was pretty big peo- pie.
 "Take 'em? Well, I should say I would, though didn't figure that had much of take my hair for my pains after l got all through But I wanted to gain time and keep my hair as long as l could, and so, says I: Certainly I'll take you. Climb in.'
 ''Well tintyped every one of those In- dians three four times over, and you can bet that took especial pains with the work. I spread myself in sitting the good looking young buck who had kind O knocked mo out with his English talk and his information about tintypes and, al- though din't figure that I had much of show to get out of the mess. made three large plates of him to keep-he was such thoroughbred fin looks-in case he let me live on.
 '"The pictures tickled the Indians almost to death especially the squaws, and could see that I had made hit. The boss buck didn't bubble over very much over the t1n- types I made of him, but I could see that he was pleased all the same. I guess he told the other Indians that l was ma gician. for they all eyed me as if I was something out of the ordinary. When this boss Indian climbed a little knoll where his burro pack was standing. broke out of the pack q fine red blanket, the kind the government gives out to Indians. and threw it across the seat of my wagon, with the, words, Here's pay for tin pictures l knew that I was all right, and that they were going to turn me loose. My confi- dence was clinehed when the head buck said to me- You may go now just like he was governor talking to messenger.
 "I reached Tucson a couple of weeks later. couple of days after I got there an army officer, on leave of absence from Fort Huachuca, drifted into my wagon. had those pictures of the Indians l had taken in the Cochse country ranged along tho shelves, and he looked over 'em idly. But when he came to the tintypes of the boss buck he gave jump
 Great Caesar! he shouts to me. Where did you take thiS?'
 "I told him the story, and he just sat down and famed himself with his sombrero and looked at me as if he thought I was the biggest liar out of jail.
 What ails you, anyhow? says T. And who is this red man, that you make such a fuss about his picture?'
 Why, man. says he, that's the Kid the Apache Kid-and the worst devil of an Indian that ever turned renegade. The wholc batch of us, cavalry and infantry, have been trying to get sight of him for years; we've secured every nook and cran- ny in Arizona, and not hide nor hair of him have we ever got a glimpse of. I served with him when he was a govern fnent scout, before he jumped the outfit and turned renegade, and I know him like book. You're the only white man that has seen the Apache Kid and lived since he turned renegade, and why he didn't slither you into ribbons is what takes my timei"
 "It took my time, too when I got to thinking about it, and you can bet that I was feeling of my hair all the rest of that day, just to see if it was still there. "I had another queer experience down in Meridian, Miss, in 1890, without knowing at the time what I was up against short, thick-set, bow-legged man, with a heavy straggly brown beard and pair of sharp blue eyes, stepped into my wagon one dIlernOOH ana Sdlu ne wanted his t1n- type taken. He was mild sort of chap talked about what fine weather we were having, smoked his cigar cool enough while l was fixing to camera him, and I didn't notice anything particular about him. I took four full-length pictures of him, all on the same plate, but he only wanted two of them He threw @ five-dollar gold piece down in payment for two bits worth of tintyping, and said he didn't want any change. Then he walked out, smoking his cigar. He was such an odd-looking chap in looks that I put one of the spare tin types of him in my showcase.
 "The Meridian Chief of Police happened into my wagon few days later, and when he caught sight of this tintype of my odd looking customer of a few days before he gave the same kind of jump that the army officer performed when he got his eye on the Kids picture.
 When did you take this, and where? says he, looking kind O scared like
 Right here, a few days ago., says l. Why?
 ." Oh, nothing,' says he, except that it's Craig Tolliver, the worst desperado, train robber and murderer in the south for whom half a dozen states are offering re- wards aggregating something like 10000 in onI h