Chandler Daily Publicist. (Chandler, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 3, No. 138, Ed. 1 Saturday, September 10, 1904 Page: 8 of 8
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The Losing of
W>e tow-he ad ocl baby.
I.lko it butler ball’
’ InclJ: •
I in jilt"; ii
Dim ;>1. In
Hall Inclined to laughter,
jiln.s in your clbo
... your cl
Ixioks like (11iii had 111;
To jiut dimples In!
Looks like Oral had made you
lioly poly boy.
Willi your mouth A-purker
Eyes a-dnnee with Joy,
Just to curry dimples.
What have you pnln?
Dour, such twisty fans
Are a sign ot ruin.
Half a laugh
on’t know whr
what to do.
Tell you. baby: You
Htiek like that to mother
Always when in doubt
All the years of all your life.
And you can't lose out.
To fill with smoke two apparently
empty bottles—Rinse out one bottle
with hartshorn ami another bottle
with spirits of suits; next, bring the
bottles together, mouth to mouth;
both will at once be filled with white
vapors. The vapors In quostlon arc
composed of sal ammoniac—a solid
body, generated by the union of two
To obtain lire from water Throw a
small quantity of potassium on the
surface of a little water in a basin.
Immediately u rose-colored flame will
be produced. Any chemist will supply
the quantity for several of these ex-
periments for a very small sum.
To give a party a ghostly appear-
ance—Take half a pint of spirits and,
having warmed it, put a handful of
salt with it into a basin; then set it
on tire, ami It will ha\• tho effort or
making every person look hideous.
This foal must be performed in u
To make a card Jump out of the
pack—Take a pack or cards and let
any one draw any card that he may
choose and afterward put It in tho
pack, but so that you may know where
to find It at pleasure; then take a
piece of wax and put it under tho
thumb nail of your hand and fasten a
hair to your thumb and the other end
of tho hair to the card; then spread
the pack of cards upon on the table
and say "Como forth!” and the curd
will Jump out of the park.
Magic breath—Half 1111 a glass tum-
bler with lime water; breathe Into it
frequontlj', at the same time stirring
It with a piece of glass. The fluid,
which before was perfectly transpa-
rent, will presently become quite
white, and, if allowed to remain at
rest, real chalk will be deposited.
To produce Instantaneous light up-
on ice Throw upon ice a small piece
of potassium, and it will hurst into a
To light a lamp with a piece of ice
—Attach a piece of potassium of the
size of a small shot to the wick of
lamp; have also ready a piece or Ice,
with which, when you touch the po
tassium. the lamp will blaze immedi-
ately. Tu perforin the experiment,
place the lamp upon the table before
the audience. Question the Indies as
to what means they generally employ
to light their lamps. If they answer
in the usual way, you may respond
that you know a much better plan.
Raise the lamp, that they may per-
ceive that it is not lighted; then take
iho Ice and touch tho potassium,
which will blaze instantaneously. Ad-
vise the ladies to try the experiment
at home when they wish to light their
guest lakes one of the tiny ribbons
hanging at the side of the bow! and
they give a quick pull ull together,
which scatters the leaves in all dlrec
Hulls, leaving them dangling in the
hands of those who hold the ribbon at
the other end.
Tho mottoes may he comic or senti-
mental. In either case they afford
plenty of fun, as they must be read
Making a Cork Walk.
I-ots and lots of boys and giris
ravo seen a match box', a horse fly, a
stone fence, and even a board walk,
but wo are pretty suro that very few
ot you have over seen a cork walk.
Still, under certain circumstances, a
Cork Walking Down the Board.
cork can walk, and this Is the way
to bring about that unusual spectacle.
Hot as large a oork ns you oun find,
and slick side by side in one end a
pair of flat-headed nails. Then get
:wo forks and insert them, one In
each side, near tho other end of the
cork, as shown in tho picture.
Now get a strip of wood four or
five feet long and about two inches
V hie, and make an inclined plane of
d by idling books or boxes under one
enn. Place tho cork on this, standing
P on its nail legs, with one fork hang
mg down on either side of the strip
of wood. Start tho fork swinging
from side to side, and you will see
the cork walk Jerkily down the hoard,
tuking ridiculous stiff-logged little
steps on Its nail legs.
week," said a lady filing In a second-
f-tory flat, "when something flew
swiftly past me. almost within reach.
Startled, I glanced tip Just in time
to see a beautiful robin alight under
'be eaves of the house opposite. A
long straw In his mouth showed me
be was busily at work building a nest.
"As I sat watching, his mate hopped
in sight from under tho hidden roof,
and seemed most Interested in the<
building process, to which in thei
mean time the builder had added bitsj
of wool and straw. Much pleased
with his progress, my little friend
hopped upon a brunch of n maple
tree close by and poured fortli a short
“Suddenly a small boy strolled
along and, espying the bird, stepped
into the roai! and gathered a few peb-
bles. Advancing stealthily, he crept
closer to tho little songster, and in
breathless anxiety I watched him
fling the stone. O, happy chance! A
breath of air at that moment lifted
the branch, and tho stone went wide
of Us mark. Tho little nest builder,
startled by the missile, flew off into
tho distance; but. after sailing in
mid-air for a moment or two, ho re-
turned and lit upon a neighboring
“Again the hoy took aim, and again
I awaited in breathless suspense; but
this time tbo aim proved too true!
There was a fluttering of little wings
and all was still.
"Alas! thought I, for the snug little
half-built nest under the eaves which
was never to he completed, and, alas!
for the mother bird that would wait
in vain for her mate's return."
A Pin and Coin Trick.
ifero is a very simple little trick,
which looks not at al! easy and quite
ns If tho performer must bo very
skillful indeed. Take a - ilvcr coin,
a quarter or a half dollar, and pick It
up lay placing the jioints of two pins.
Can You Spin the Egg Shell?
Here Is a trick which will surprise
the whole family.
Tho next time you eat a boiled egg
moisten the rim—not merely the edge,
hut all tho raised part—of your plate
and place the empty egg shell ou the
The shell should be broken off
evenly all the way around, so as to
form a little cup.
Now, if you hold the plate ^ and
tip it slightly, tho egg will not mere-
ly slide, but spin, along tho rim, and
by continually altering the Inclination
angle of the plate you can make the
shell spin all the way around It. I do
not mean that It will spin rapidly,
like a top, but that as it goes around
the plato it also revolves slowly about
Its own axis in the same direction.
Now this, you know, is Just what
:be earth docs In traveling around the
sun. so hero you have an easy and
pretty lesson in astronomy at the
It is not exactly nice to muss w ith
one's food, but In this case It mar he
allowable to make a daub of egg yolk
ir the center of the plate, with rays
streaming out all around, to
tent the sun.
How to Hold the Coint.
one on either Bide of the coin's edge.
You may hold the coin securely lu
this position If you press firmly with
Now. blow smartly against tho up-
per edge of the coin, and It wlR fly
around and around, revolving with
great rapidity between the pins.
Pretty Parlor Game.
Krom red or pink tissue paper cut
large, medium and small rose leaves
until you have enough to make an im-
mense, full blown rose that will tit in
a large salad bowl. Arrange these to
make the flower as perfect us possible.
To us many of the leaves as there are
guests tie green baby ribbon, which
must hang over the outside of the
bowl. At the bottom of each leaf thus
prepared fasten a slip of paper on
whn».s is written a prophecy of some
kind. For Instance, on unc write "You
will have a long, happy life;" on an-
other, You will soon go on a journey
A pretty fancy Is to have a ring
fastened to one of thc-m which will fall
lo the one who receives the slip of
paper on which is written "All things
that are good fall to you."
When these ar« a!! urrnnged each
A Cat Angler.
Cats can bo trained as easily as
dogs, and form the same habit of fol-
lowing one about, says a writer. My
big black Tom has gone everywhere
with me since his kitten days, long
tramps in tho woods, coaching tours,
picnics—no Journey proves too hard
for him. Once when wo were .start-
ini' Oil a fishing trip, I locked him up,
quite securely as I thought, suppos-
ing. of course, that ho would not en-
joy the uncertain motion of the boat
cr the inevitable wetness of tho .sur-
roundings. But at tho last moment
he came bounding down the wharf
and serenely established himself on
the cushions in the stern, evidently
prepared to take fisherman's luck
"ith the rest of us. lie showed no
sign of fear as long as wo were
around. He enjoyed the minnows
that fell to his share, and since then
'he collection of rods and laekic is a
sign for him to trot off happily to
where the boats are moored.
He has now become quite an experi-
enced sport, watching the water keen-
ly for the ripples that tell of a "bite.'
and cocking ids shiny black head ex-
iledly on this side and that as the
ino grows taut and the rod curves in
the struggle. His Joy knows no
b'-unds when (he victim is landed at
ast, and he runs from one end to an-
other. .purring and rubbing his back
against any projecting hand or foot,
apparently in an ecstasy of congratu-
lation. Some one frivolously sug-
gested that In my black beauty re-
lived the soul of a complete unglcr,
and since then he has been "Ike" to
his numerous friends and
An Autograph Calendar.
The home made calendar is just;
now one of tho holiday gifts which is'
in course of manufacture, ami cor-,
tainiy there is no gift which is war-
ranted to keep new all the year in
the same way that tho hand inscribed
calendar is. To make this calendar
it is first essential that 365—no, 366
(for 190-1 is leap year)—slips of pa-
per lie cut of a uniform size—three
inches wide by four inches long is a
fair measurement—and then, after
having an inked line drawn across
one inch from the top edge, they are
ready to inscribe. A lino in red ink
is suggested. Tho space above tho
line is resrrvcd for tho date, ami may
be added last, Just before the slips
are mounted into a block and cement-
ed at both sides so that the owner
may not anticipate the contents of
the various leaves.
The leaves are now sent about to
the various friends of the ono for
whom tho calendar is intended, and
each is invited to inscribe a leaf with
an appropriate sentiment, either orig-
inal or quoted, hut in the person’s
own handwriting. As may ho seen,
there are daily surprises all during
the year fur the recipient.
One of these autograph calendars is
now in process of construction for a
young fellow at college, and it is be
ing made by the young girls of his
social set at home. On some of the
slips he will find a tiny photograph
of the sender. On another a sketch
of some significant subject; on an
other an allusion to some event in
the past, a reminder of an occasion
to cause him amusement There is
fine opportunity here for tho display
of originality, and by the time each
girl lias done her best, the calendar
is sure to be filled.
This same calendar idea works up
beautifully for a birthday gift, when
it may begin with the birthday, no
matter when it comes, and extend
through the following year to the next
birthday. If it Is preferred, tho slips
of paper, instead of being mounted
on a block and cemented, may bo per-
forated with two round holes at the
lop and then mounted on the wooden
back with wire hooks, the same that
finds favor on many desks, enabling
tho owner to examine all at any time.
A Tripod on a Tea Table.
Some time, when tea is late and the
family is all about the table waiting,
The Tripod Complete.
jou may surprise all by a very clever
and at tbo same time simple and easy
A Bird Tragedy.
"I was sitting on the tiack veranda. I
sewing, one bright morning last !
Take a napkin ring and through it
pass three forks with the points up-
ward and rest their handles on the
table. Spread the tops of the forks
apart and inside them place a plate
or any round dish which will fit with-
it. tin’ space they afford. This will
surely lock the whole thing, and a
heavy dish may he placed ujioii the
plate without fear or Its being broken
Champion Stalk of Rye.
There is on exhibition in Btveriy,
Mass.. a stalk of rye measuring over
seven feet from Iho roots to the tip.
The rye was grown at Prides Cross
ing by Louis lair-on.
My father and mother had 13 ehil-
' dren. My brother Luke and I were
Iho middle ones of the family. We
w'ero twins and tliero were five girls
, oldci and five brothers younger than
we were. We were a very happy and
j united family, though so poor that
1 here were often more children than
I dollars iu our home.
I We were barefooted from April un-
i Hi November, our food was of the
j plainest, and f am suro that the aver-
| age hoy of to-day has more clothing
in ono year than Luke and l had iu
five. This was of little consequence
to us since we were as well dressed
as the other boys of our acquaintance,
and wo wore so healthy and active
that life always seemed bright, which
wax a confirmation of the theory that
the best < lemonts of human happiness
are often tin simplest and the most
When wo were !k>>s of fourteen,
father realized nil that lie could on a
heavily mortgaged farm, bundled us
all into a eouplo of big, clumsy, "prai-
rie schooner” wagons, and joined a
number of our neighbors who were
going to western Iowa to take up gov-
ernment homesteads in what was al-
most an uninhabited state. There
won’ thirty wagons iu our train. All
ol them had white canvas covers and
some had a foot or more of stovepipe
thrust out through the top.
There were hencoops filled with
restless and uncomfortable chickens
at the rear of some of the wagons;
conking utensils, tar and water buck-
ets dangled from the coupling poles;
children's sun-burned and often dirty
faces peeped from both front and
rear of the wagon covers; dogs trot-
ted along underneath the running
gears, and a great herd of cows, steers
and ponies brought up the rear of
tho slow procession. YVe were many
weeks on the rend, but 1 never expect
j Hi know happier weeks, and the even-
i ings spent around our camp lire were
filled with mirth.
nuke was the life of the company
when we were in camp. IBs good
humor was unfailing. He was always
dancing or singing or playing sly and
Everybody lilted Luke, and he had
one trait that endeared him to all the
mothers in our train, lie was gen-
tleness and tenderness itself to all
the babies and to the little children
in our company. He had a spirited
little pony on which he rode nearly
ail of the time, and he would gallop
up to any wagon from which the
sound of a fretful and crying child
came and say cheerily:
"Let me have that little tot."
The “little tot" would be duly
handed forth by its tired mother,
ami Luke and the baby would go
racing away on the pony, sometimes
two or three miles in advance of the
wagons. All the babies enjoyed rid-
ing with Luke, and they Lou Id cud-
dle down contentedly in his arms, or,
if old enough, sit in front of him
with his arms around them.
The prettiest baby in our train was
a little girl about a year old, named
Dorothy Dayne, called “Baby Dayne”
by all ot us. A charming little girl
she was, with yellow curls, big blue
eyes and a pink and white com-
Baby Dayne was Luke's favorite,
but he was discreet enough to keep
this a secret from the other mothers.
He was just as kind and gentle to a
big, homely, rod-headed boy baby
named William Henry Dabb as he
was to winsome Baby Dayne.
YViiliam Henry was a fretful lit-
tle tyke, and his poor mother yjid not
stray far from the truth when she
declared that he “jess didn’t do noth-
iit’ but bawl!" Indeed, bis vigorous
"bawl" could be heard the entire
length of tho train for hours at a
time. He was a lusty infant and ad-
hered tenaciously to his infantile
right to “bawl” at all hours of the day
"It's awful wearin',” his mother
would say. “Sposhly when there's
nothin' under the sun fer him to bawl
fer. If "no was teethin’ now or colicky
or bad anything the matter of him I
could be patienter, but when be jess
stiffens hisself an’ lays back an' bawls
for pure spite, 1 jess dump him back
on the bedclothes in the hind end o'
the wagon an’ lot 'Im baw! it out!"
Unfortunately for us our wagon was
nearly always directly behind tho
wagon in which William Henry Dabb
was “performing,” as his mother called
it, and my mother would sometimes
say to Luke:
'Do get your pony, Luke, and take
that child on ahead. He will burst a
blood vessel, and it wears me out to
bear him scream."
Then Luke would ride alongside
the Dabb wagon and say cheerily:
"Give me little Billy, Mrs. Dabb,
and I’ll ride on ahead with him.”
"Take him!” Mrs. Dabb would say.
“My land, 1 wish you’d ride clear on
to loway with him an’ set him down
in tho middle of a homestead an' see
If ho didn't get his bawl out before
we got there! One thing's sure, no-
body would try to jump our claim if
they had to take him with it! Go long
with Luke, you screechin' callyope
you! 1 swnn if you jess can't out-
screech a steam callyope!"
One might Infer front tills that Mrs.
Dabb was lacking in maternal affec-
tion, but this would be far from true.
She lacked patience and wisdom to
deal gently with William Henry, yet
it is not too much to affirm that Mrs.
Dabb would willingly have laid down
her life, if need be, for William Hen-
ry, and she openly idolized him when
he was a good baby. One day William
Henry began to "weep and wall" at
about nlno in the morning.
"An’ al! fer nothin'," Mrs. Dabb
called back to my mother. "Ho was
settin' on my lap good as pie an' all
it a sudden ho began to screech an'
heller. No, it ain’t colic an’ It ain't
his teeth, it's just because lie wants
to, an' he kin fer all of mo!
William Henry was still screaming
lustily when we stopped for dinner on
the fiat bank of a muddy and shallow
little stream. Luke had been busy all
morning, riding after some fractious
steers which were disposed to stray
instead of following along quietly with
i he rest of our stock. At noon lie gal-
loped up and said.
"I guess those steers will Keep in
line the rest of tho day. They've been
following along quietly for an hour.
I m hardly a hit hungry so I'll just
tnko some bread and meat and pie
and ride on with little Billy so that
the rest of you can eat in peace.
There’s heavy timber on ahead three
or four miles and we’ll wait for you
tbero in the shade.”
William Henry was at this time
about n year and a half old, so that
he could sit in front of Luke in the
saddle with his chubby little legs
dangling on either side, and his pudgy
hand clasping the pommel. Mrs. Dabb
declared that she was glad to "git
shot o’ him," when Luke rode away
with the baby, hut ere many hours
she recalled the words with wails of
After resting about an hour iu tho
scanty shade of some stunted cotton-
wood trees on the bank of the stream,
we fell into line again and the train
went, slowly on its way. We had gone
about two miles when the driver of
the leading wagon looked back and
"I see some one coming on foot,
solitary and alone,’ as they say in the
It was so unusual for us to meet
cny person, and particularly a solitary
wayfarer, that the news of the ap-
proach of one quickly went tho length
of the train and heads began to ap-
pear In all the wagons.
Our wagon was the third In the
train and I was trudging along beside
it when Joe Beals, the driver of the
leading wagon, shouted in amazement:
“Why, it’s Luke!”
I hurried forward. Luke cante run-
ning up, dust covered and with an
eager, anxious look on his face.
"The jiony and William Henry!” he
exclaimed, panting for breath. "Are
Hero? 1 said. “Why, of course,
ti.oy re not here. Don't you kuow
where they are?”
Luke’s lips quivered a little, and he
half-choked as ho said:
T don t know where they aro. I
expected to find them hero. Oh, what
will Mrs. Dabb say?”
He had not long to wait for Infor-
mation on this point. Tho train had
now come near enough for Luke to
bo recognized, and Mrs. Dabb called
"Whar’s my little Billy boy, Luke
Howlctt? Whar is he?"
"* I—I—don’t know, ma'am," re-
plied Luke, falteringly and with down-
“Y’ou don’t know. Why don’t you
know? You toted him off. Oh, whar
is the dear little feller? Billj-, Billy!
What have they done with you? Tell
me whar that sweet an’ blessed child
is or ( shall go rip raving crazy!"
The train had come to a halt by
this time and Luke was the center ot
a somewhat excited crowd.
"Now, tell us all about it," said
It was just this way,” said Luke,
There s thick goods on beyond,
and it’s real cool there, and
there’s quite a little stream of
water with some blackberry bushes
on its banks. We sat on the
grass awhile ami I found some flowers
for tho baby. Then I saw some ber-
i ies, and 1 found that there were
more farther lip stream, so 1 put
Willie into the saddle and tied him Tn
real secure with the halter rope and
some strips I tore off the saddle blan-
ket. He thought it was lovely to
ride alone while I led the ponv.
“Oil, the darlin’ hlessln’! Whar is
lie now? A bawlin’ his little blue eyes
out. I jess know,” interrupted Mrs.
Dahl). "But go on, go on!"
"I left him in the shade with I he
pony nipping the grass while 1 went
a little way up the stream for berries.
Tho berries got thicker an’ thicker,
an I lined by hat with leaves and
began to fill if, and 1—I—well, not
having seen fruit growing for so long
1 kind o’ forgot, all about Billy and
tlie pony. I went farther up the stream
tilling my hat. When it was full I
went back ami—and—well, 1 couldn't
find a sign of the baby or the pony!”
"And you never will find a sign of
'em!" screamed Mrs. Dabb. “They’ve
boon ct up by the wild varmints long
ago! t know it! Or that pony is
lopin' it. back to Indianny with that
baby n-hangin' by his heels like lhat
Mazeppy woman I’ve lieerd of an’
a-bellerln’ for bis ma fit to kill! An’
him the cunningest an' sweetest an’
best baby!” she wailed on. “I never
expect to sov hide nor hair of either
pony or Billy agin in this world!
An' I’ll never forgive you, Luke Hew-
lett. never! To go an' tote my Billy
off an’ tie him to a boss an' let ’im be
run away with for a hat full o’ black-
berries not wuth one o’ his little toes'
Oh. Billy! Billy!”
The distraught woman sat down in
the thick dust of tho highway with
her apron over her head, saying bit-
“It’s a jedgement on me! ,R’s a
Luke's tears flowed freely at the
sight and the women crowded around
Mrs. Dabb and tried to calm her while
the tears glistened In their own eves
Horse* were taken from the wagons
and nearly every man tn the train as
well as Luke and I, rode to the woods
It was the ht avlost piece of timber we
had found for a long time.
"Now, right hero is where I left the
pony.” Luke said when we reached a
great elm tree with one of its huge
limbs broken off and iianging to the
ground. "I know the spot by this tree
I went down stream u good half mile
trying lo find William Henry and the
"And they probably went the other
way," said one of the men.
No tracks could be found in the un-
derbrush and fallen leaves. Half of
Hie party went up the stream and the
other half down. It was agreed that
a gunshot should be fired to announce
the discovery of the pony_anil Billy.
Luke and I went with the up-stream
party. Luke meekly leading a horse on
which Mrs. Dabb was seated, for she
had Insisted on being ono of the
searching party. She was unaccus-
tomed to riding on horseback and had
clutched the pommel of the saddle
v.’ith both iiands. Mrs. Dabb was a
very largo woman and she made plain
the fact that Billy’s tremendous lung
power was inherited from he". She
steadily uttered prolonged and deafen-
ing cries of:
"Will i yam! Willyam Henry! Ma’s
b-a-b-y! Answer back, Billy!”
But Billy did not "answer back."
Then Luke would receive merited
scoldings for his carelessness, and
once Mr?. Dabb wrought herself up to
such a high pitch of indignation that
she unwisely tried to strike Luke with
a branch she had broken from a tree.
The result was that she lost her bal-
ance and fell from the saddle to the
ground. This'mishap was also charged
up to poor Luke's account, and he was
promised his reward for it "one o’
YVe had searched for about two
hours when Joe Beals, who had gone
on a little in advance of the rest ot
us. suddenly cried out loudly:
“Whoopee, boys! Fire your gun!"
and before we had reached him a shot
from his own pistol rang through the
“Is he dead? Is he et up? Is his
little leggies broke? Where is ma’s
precious baby?” cried Mrs. Dabb wild-
ly as she jumped from the saddle and
loo was standing on the edge of a
little clearing in the center of the
forest. In the middle of this clearing
stood four or five Indian wigwams and
inin:' twenty Indians of all si* s and
ages. They were gathered aiiout an
obi squaw in a gray blanket who had
William Henry in her arms. Tho
pony was nibbling grass at tlie- other
edge of tho clearing.
1 he Indians showed little surprise
and no displeasure when we ap-
proached. They were, in fact, too
shiftless and listless to he anything
lint peaceable. William Henry was
looking about him in quiet wonder,
apparently charmed by the novelty ol
Mrs. Dabb ran forward, snatched the
baby from the squaw’s arms and cov-
ered William Henry's face with kisses.
“Ugh! Ugh!” grunted the old
squaw. "Fine jiappoose, fine white
"Indeed, he is, ma'am!" said Mrs.
Dabb, excitedly. "The blessedest baby
that ever wus! Did you find him,
ma’am, or did the pony fetch him
clear here? However it was I'm a
thousand times obliged to you, ma'am,
an I 11 take back all I’ve ever said
about Injuns bein' a passel o’ cut-
throats an’ too dirty to live. Ail of us
has our faiiln’s an' I’m sure you’re a
real kind-hearted lady, ma’am, an'
"Oil, hush. Klviry!" said Mr. Dabb,
a little rudely, annoyed by the smiles
Oil the faces of the rest of the party.
"Take the baby and get on the horse
again and 1 11 give tlie 'lady' my Bar-
low knife for a present.”
Fortunately tlie Indians could under-
stand very little English, and but one
or two of them could speak it at all.
We inferred from their signs and such
words a? they could speak that the
old squaw had found the pony and
baby at sonic distance from the camp.
Tb" pony was very gentle and had
walked quietly along, nibbling the
Tie- old squaw pointed to tlie pony,
then to the baby, and gave a pro-
longed and blood-curdling howl, from
which wo Inferred that William Henry
had been weeping bitterly when she
had found him.
Mrs. Itabb's gratitude was so sin,
ce:e and so .voluble that she went on
heedless of her husband’s rebuke.
"Take this, ma’am,” she said as she
unclasped a string of yellow glass
heads she wore and handed them to
ike extremely untidy old squaw. “You
me welcome to It, an’ I only wish it
was more. If you should ever come
our way when wo get settled I’d be
glad to have yon make me a real ion-
visit, Injun or no Injun."
A few trinkets were bestowed on
tho Indians*, and- we went hack to
where the road entered the timber
Here Mrs. Dabb and the liaby, to-
gether with Luke and I. waited in the
shido while th( men went hack to
Drills' on the wagons. Before they
arrived Mrs. Dabb had kindly Torgiveii
Luke and even promised him the priv-
ilege of taking William Henry to ride
again the "next time ho got to bawl-
As wo camped in the woods that
night tlie Indians ramo in a body to
beg and they were so persistent that,
l hey annoyed even Mrs. Dabb who
amused us all by asking the old squaw
if she had over "Iu all her born days"
used soap and water, and If she didn’t
have "manners" enough to know that
it was not polite for a lady to beg, to
which the "lady ” simply said "ugh"’
and helped herself with her fingers to
a piece of bacon frying in a skillet
over the camp flre.-J. L. Harlom In
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