The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1905-12-15

Into an unfastened window. stood rams
fixed with fear at the figure before him,
but for the moment only, when. with a
sort Of grunt. the man moved toward
the pantry door.
Mamie, beneath her breath, whispered,
"It's Indian. an he's come for my
turnovers 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 par
try. she turned and almost flew back to
her fathers room, where standing on
tiptoe she whispered in his ear. Faith
er. Father, A Indian is down in the
storerOom, stealth my turnovers! Come
quick. father!
he 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 a 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 caresses and praise from aunt
les, uncles and cousins alike
Then there was a camor from the
youngsters to 'see the prisoner" so after
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 it 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, ooh, John, it 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 a tribe of
nalI-Irlendly Indians.
He explained his being in the store
room by telling his hearers that his
tribe of Indians that was encamped sew
eral miles above, on the river bank, had
been living on what they could steal from
the whites.
He had ben sent out on this night,
and seeing window open in the back
of the Yarrow homestead he determined
to crawl in and view the premises.
Mrs. Narrow knelt before him and
gazing searchingly 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. He begged leave
to return to the tribe. saying he would
come back again with information.
This the men were inclined to believe
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 tho
bidding of madame until the return Of
the youth. He was seen coming mp the
walk at 3 O'Clock in the afternoon, and
with him was an old Indian.
The following tale they all listened
to with great interest:
I'm the great Indian fight of twelve
years before, the little captured boy was
taken to the Indian encampment, and
given to the care of young squaw, the
favorite wife of the chief of the tribe.
Zone 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, 80
they had decided that the innocent child
should die.
1.-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
dams, who were bitter enemies of her
own, and, In order to save the boys
life, she told the chief of a deep-laid
scheme that her tribe had planned for
attacking them.
'She asked them TO take the child and
keep him, till perhaps, some day hs
would be restored to his white tribe"
The old Indian was well rewarded
with load of wheat and corn to carry
home on a hand sled.
Then the long-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-Home Monthly.