The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1905-12-30

Into q unfGstsusd window. 5000 49,
81 with fear e he figure befsve ~.
eus for the moment only, VIXEN. wa :
eots Of grunt the man moved teward
the pantry door.
..r!s annie. beneath her breath, whispered.
Indian, an he's come n nv
tufnovefs. Cousin Rod said be mixht. =
She was frightened and stood vevv .fiI,
WIG tne other fumbled with the hex.
wnlcn soon yielded, and when Mamie
saw the man was really inside the pan-
n.y. sne turned and almost Dew back "a
neI 1atners room, where, standing ON
upcoe. she whispered in his ear. ssTFAth.
er! Father! A Indian ID down n The
storefoom, stealth my turnovers! Conc
Quick. father!
ne did go quick" and arrived jurt In
ume 70 close the door of the storereom.
ana turn the key in its lock.
Inere was q pause. then : nonni,re
ON the door. Hastily pushing : ke.vv
table against It, Mr.. Y.rrow r.,rrr.a
90 ms room; dressed, and calling two
otner male members Of the household.
tney aH marched to the storeroom we'll
armed, and without much trouble. Anon
overpowered the thief, who proved 70
De An Indian. and who mumbled some.
tning that sounded like broken Ensll.h.
iney carried him out to the smoke
mouse, which was built Of stone. and
nad heavy iron door. The three men
"atcned nearby the rest Of the night.
AZ breakfast on this Christmas morn.
ing, Father Yarrow told the storv ~ tn
previous night, and Mamie had her full
share OF caresses and praise from aunt-
les, uncles and cousins alike.
linen there was q clamor from the
Youngsters to see the prisoner" 30 after
breakfast they all went forth to the tenn,
porary Jail. Dame Yarrow among the
others.
Inc great doors were pushed back.
ana 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, it is heri
rell fainting into his arms.
Inc 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
half-friendly 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
a trick to get away, but when Mrs. Var
row pleaded for him they let him 60.
All idea of church-going was aban-
doned, for the first time on Christmas
Day in the life of any member in that
and dinner awaited at the
bidding of madame until the return Of
the youth. He was seen coming up 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:
"In 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 then, so
they had decided that the innocent child
should die.
1.-THE squaw had learned to lore the
little one. That night she arose, and
taking him in her strong arms she car
ried him away to another tribe 1f In
dams, who were bitter enemies Of her
own, and, in order to save the boys
life, she told the chief of q deep-laid
scheme that her tribe had planned for
attacking them.
"Shs 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 a 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 partoek Of it, Farmer Var
row. with his arm about his son, thank
ed God for this greatest of all His bless
ings.-Home Monthly.
NOTHING FOR FREDDIE GREEN.