Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-07

up back OF the post. kept under fairly
strong guard at night. but allowed to
rays1ble about during the daylight. In
order TO make the picnic grounds 1t would
be necessary. for us to pass through this
very bad buneh of corralied White Mountain
'Paches. who were ugly then, and as a mat
ter of fact. they did revolt afterward and
do some very bad work.
we set out in the bucks,oards about a
dozen of US, early one fine morning. for she
picnic grounds, which consisted of dreary
assembIage of scrub trees on a little pla-
teau about ten miles from the post took
Yernie along, just for the tone she would
lend to the occasion by spreading the
cloth. uupacking the baskets, and so
could see that Yennie didn't Ike the looks
of the corralled PEACHES when we got out
side of the post limits and began to pass
by them. In truth they did look ugly and
threa tening. and i suppose we were ali a
tribe nervous familiar as we all were with
the sight OF Indians. from the Osalai!a
country down to the Navajo regions. Yen
MES blackboard was right behind my own.
and when she saw the Indians she sud
denly evinced disposition to become very
ahectionate toward the driver. to his IN
tense delight, by cuddling UP very close 20
him She went very pale. too. and had
to stop and reassure her think we were
all bit sorry we had started by the time
We reached the picnic grounds.
Along about 3 o'clock in the afternoon
groups of two or three OF the bucks began
TO draw near us. They were followed by
enlisted men with pistols strapped about
paying no attention to the Indians but
they were, all the same. l suppose nearly
/ hundred OF the Indians gathered within
a hundred yards of us by o'clock, AMI
our attempts at merrimeut were somewhat
dismal. Finally one of the big bucks
walked from his group to where 1 sat with
the other ladies, and. coming up behind
me, began to pat my hair-for blond hair is
great curiosity to most Indians. I didn't
resent the familiarity. for / was used to It.
One of the soldiers then walked up and
gold hi t,p H.. d..
Indian. who drew back and Joined his
group of bucks.
~ would suggest, ladies' said the SER
geant who had spoken to the Indian. That
you return to the post They're mutter-
Ing medicine. and it I'D be just as well for
You to go IN
.'The soldiers manner Impressed US, ard
so we got the things together and started
in The Indians were all strung along the
road by this time. and some OF them stood
directly in the paths of the buckboards
and declined to move. They didn't say
word, but just obstructed the path and
had to be prodded by the soldiers before
they would permit the buckboards to pro-
oeed 1t looked ugly.
During it ALL from the time she saw
her first Indian. Yennie was, flguratively
speaking, doubled up in a knot. She hadn
spoken word during the entire day, and
l believe she was incapable of speech
When We got back to the post the
had to lift Yennie out of the blackboard and
carry her into our quarters. She was in
a dead faint, and remained unconscious
for an hour.
"'Ay tank Ay not stay were her first
words when she opened her eyes.
1T was dreary blow-my own fault, of
course but none the less dismal for that
L argued with her. and told her there
not particle of danger-it afterward de-
veioped that If the troops hadn't returned
from the field the next day we might all
have been massacred at the post-and
spent hours in trying to induce her to lis
ten to reason. But she spoke only these
words.
".Ay tank Ay not stay
That's how lost Yennie. The next days
blackboard drove her over to the railroad.
as limp girl as ever came out of Scandi-
navia.
when my husband returned to the garri-
son with his troop the next day told him
of the calamity.
That's all right. my dear he replied.
jauntily. 1 know where l can get you an
other one-a hummer. Wait'l you see her.
The Coming of ISABEL.
my husbands hummer was a girl be-
longing to the tribe of renegades brought
into the post by the troops. She was
Mexican girl, who had been stolen from her
parents across the border when she was
twelve years old. and her name Ysabel.
She had been adopted by the renegades and
talked 'Pache like one of them, but she had
not forgotten her Mexican, and my hus-
band said she spoke 1t clevely, notwith-
standing the time she had been away from
her own people. My husband brought me
ISABEL. YSabel sat on the front room floor
just squatted down-as soon as She en-
tered the quarters, and refused to bulge for
two hours. She kept her head between her
knees and moaned pitfuily. My husband
| tried to reasSure her in Mexican and 'Pache
talk, and after awhile she raised her head
and looked at me. She wiped the tears from
her eyes with her blanket, and scrutinized
my blond hair from the distance of the
d
me and took the pins out of my hair and
stroked it.
''Y You've got her all right now said my
husband and from that moment, sure
enough, Ysabel was tractable OF course.
she knew absolutely nothing of household
duties, but / took her in hand and taught
but l got some nice blankets for her and
she looked real neat and pretty. She had
an interesting face and beautiful black
hair, when it was combed out After awhile
she picked up good deal of knowledge of
household work. although had to do prac-
tically all of the cooking. She had habit
of falling into occasional silent RACES dur
ing which she would actually froth at the
| mouth and look terrible, and after about
three months / caught her, several times,
looking very black at me. Ny hus-
band told me that she was in love
with him and deadly jealous of me- He
knew Indians. 1t was no silly vanity on his
part, but the simple truth. Ysabel began to
make me very nervous. and l was glad
enough on rising one morning to ind that
she had gone with her tribe Of renegades
who had escaped from the guard during the
| night.
Then, for four weary months, I did all
of my work again One morning, when the
blackboard came In and l was out in the
kitchen, John, the driver, brought around
TO the back of the quarters nice-looking.
neatly dressed young American girl
:" This Is Mamie. ma'am. said John
Met her over at the railroad Her money
had run out, and she wants job. Thought
she might do for YOU
do for me? Why Mamie was a godsend
to ne! She seemed to be a very quiet re-
spectacle girl, and l was delighted to have
her. She was clever at cooking and jewel
of housemaid. and l again rejoiced or
course, / asked Mamie no questions One
gets the habit of asking questions In
the army. l noticed that she looked blue
and downcast at times.
Mamie Had to Go.
"Well, two months after Nantes arrival,
her husband came after her. He had found
her out. She had been attempting to get
away from him when John, the driver.
picked her up. Her husband was a losfer-