The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1905-12-21

nNeu Win lcur Ut tHe USure Dc1OTp MIN,
but for the moment only, when, with
sort Of grunt, the man moved toward
the pantry door.
Mamie, bencatl, her breath, whispered,
"It's. Indian, an he's come for my
turnovcrs Cousin Rod said he might"
She was frightened and stood very still
while the other fumbled with the lock,
which soon yielded and when Mamie
saw the man was really inside the pam
try, she turned and almost flew back to
her fathers room, where. standing on
tiptoc. she whispered in his ear "Fath-
er! Father! A Indian is down in the
storeroom, stealin' my turnovers. Come
quick, father.
lie did 'go quick" and arrived Just in
time to close the door of the storeroom,
and turn the key in its lock.
There was a pause, then pounding
on the door. Hastily pushing heavy
table against it. Mr.. Yarrow returned
to his room; dressed, and calling two
other male members of the household,
they all marched to the storeroom well
armed, and without much trouble. soon
overpowered the thief, who proved to
be an Indian, and who mumbled some
thing that sounded like broken English.
They carried him out to the smoke
house, which was built of stone, and
had heavy iron door. The three men
watched nearby the rest of the night
At breakfast on this Christmas morn
ing. Father Yarrow told the story of the
previous night. and Mamie had her full
share of caresscs and praise from aunt
les. uncles and cousins alike.
Then there was n clamor from the
ynunugtprg tn tcan tha priapunr.' 90 nftar
breakfast they all went forth to the tenn
porary jail Dame Yarrow among the
others.
The great doors were pushed back,
and lying on the floor was the Indian,
asleep. But was 1t an Indian? Instead
of the straight black hair, his was brown
and curly.
Dame Yarrow gave one look, then
turned to her husband, with extended
hands, and the cry, "Oh, John, II is he."
fell fainting into his arms.
The lad was awakened and taken to
the house. He spoke English brokenly,
but could give no account of his former
life, before he became one Of tribe Of
half-friendly Indians.
He explained his being in the store
room by telling his hearers that his
| tribe of Indians that was encampcd sew
eral miles above, on the river bank, had
| been living on what they could steal from
the whites 1.
: lie had ben sent out on this night,
and seeing a window open in the back
of the Iarrow homestead he determined
to crawl in and view the premises.
| Mrs Iarrow knelt before him and
gazing searchingy into his eyes, which
were blue, asked over and over. Don't
you know me, Harry, darling? am
your mother" But he could not be
made to understand. lie begged leave
to return to the tribe, saying he would
come back again with information.
| This the men were inclined to believe
n trick to get away, but when Mrs. Var
row pleaded for him they let him go.
All idea of church-going was aban-
doned. for the first time on Christmas
Day in the life of any member in that
household, and dinner awaited at the
bidding of madame until the return Of
the youth. He was seen coming up the
walk at o'clock in the afternoon, and
with him was an old Indian.
The following tale they al! listened
to with great interest:
| "In the great Indian fight of twelve
| yours DclOTe, tue lltlle CdDtuTcu DOy Wds
taken to the Indian encampment, and
given to the care of young squaw, the
favorite wife Of the chief of the tribe.
"One day she overheard the chiefs
talking about the white mans child.
They said he had brought misfortune
to the Indians, as they had lost several
battles since he had been with them, SO
they had decided that tho innocent child
should die.
"The squaw had learned to love the
little one. That night she arose, and
taking him in her strong arms she car
ried him away to another tribe of In
! dians, who were bitter enemies of her
own, and, in order to save the boys
life, she told the chief of deep-laid
| scheme that her tribe had planned for
attacking them.
| 'She asked them 10 take the child and
keep him, till perhaps, some day he
would be restored to his "white tribe"
The old Indian was well rewarded
with load of wheat and corn to carry
home on hand sled. 4
Then the lohg-lost Harry Yarrow was
made to understand that this was his
home, and that he was to remain there.
The Christmas dinner did not suffer
that night for want of attention, but
before they partook of it. Farmer Var
row, with his arm about his son. thank
ed God for this greatest of all His bless
| ings.-uome Monthly.