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BU btralght n>lr Kink* Thr.0 H«J> B -
for. m Bl* Sturm.
There 1 a ro«u in Oeoterrllto town-
•blp, St. Clair county, III., who Iwasta
ef a remarkable boy says the St. Louis
Republic. The man's name is Johe-
•00 and he recently removed there
from Kansas, but stopped a few weeks
In Eaat St. Louis before he llnally de-
cided to locate permanently In Center-
ville. The boy is a plump, good-
natured, aud Intelligent lad of about
13 years, with glossy black hair as
straight as an arrow, and goes by the
name of Walter. He is the only aon
and the pride of bis father's heart. His
father boasta that the boy ia a regular
barometer, and that ho cau always toll
three days ahead of an approaching
storm by the peculiar action of the
boy. Accordiug to the statement
made by the father to a prominent
divine, just three days before a storui
of any magnitude the boy'a hair will
begin to kink, aud in an incrodlbly
ahort apace of time will curl almost in
ringlets on the back of his head, with
short curls in frout, which remain in
that condition until after the storm,
when it resumes Its natural condition
and remains straight until the p-
prone ti of another storm.
Mi Johmou warned the farmer* of
bis neighborhood of theappTouching
atorm which occurred on Tueaday
morning at A o'clock, for the boy's
bair at ill kept curled, which aatisBed
his father that there was another
storm approaching. The curls were
thicker and longer Wednesday, anil
turn enough the rioinitv was visited by
a violeut storm on Wedueaday ove-
nhig. An hour afterward his black
hair straightened out again aud the
feara of the people in the vicinity were
very much relieved, as they were satis-
fied that the terriblo storms were over
for tho present.
IS IT THE LOST MINE?
BujlDf llniinilft I.hwiI thr W.ty to a C f«m
thai May Prove Valuable.
Judge J. W. Perry, the well-known
Owen county politician, tells me the
following story of a wonderful cave
that has just beeu found on his laud in
Morgan couuty. It has only been ex-
plored a short distauce. but to judge
from the iudicatious it must bo miles
in cxteut. • TUe cavo was found in a
manner worth relating. A party of
fox hunters wero pursuing a quarry
which their hounds had sprung when
they suddenly came upon a high led^e.
At the moment of arriving at this point
the baying of the hounds was dis-
tinctly "audible. the hunters not far be-
hind. Suddenly the musio of the dogs
ceased.
It did not die away by degrees but
■topped suddenly as if each loud-
mouthed animal had been struck by
some invisible force and forever quiet-
ed. Tho hunters were at a loss to ac-
count for this phenomenon. While
wondering what became of the dogs a
belated hound who had beeu unable to
keep up with tho pack came up, aud
running below the ledge, sot up a howl
of disappointment, and tho huuters
climbed down to where the dog had
■topped only to see him disappear into
the aide of the mountain through a
large, irregular opening. Procuring
torches of pine kuots. tho huuters
hastily followed the dog. They had
not gone more than 100 feet unti
entered a largo chambor with vaulted
dome. Every inch of space on the
walls and roof was covered with min-
ute crystals that sparkled like millions
of diamonds when the light of the
torches Hashed upon them.
Tfait men hurried on, however, trying
to overtake their dogs, that they could
now hoar faintly baying within the
bowels of the earth. After goiug
about two miles through beautiful
rooms and lofty arches and failing to
come upon the hounds, tho weary
huuters had to rotraco their steps,
owiug to their hastily improvised
torches being nearly burnod out. The
dogs came home the next day.
How II* RmcuxI a Child Fmm * Watery
Grave In Mid-Ocean.
In the year 187-. the steamship
Swallow loft ttie Cape of Good Hope,
bound for England—"for home," the
passengers, all English, called iu
Among them was a lady with a child
of two years aud a uurse. The ladv
had also brought with her a huge, hand-
some Newfoundland dog.
The voyage had lasted about fil
days. No land was visible, and the
islaud of St. Heleua would be the near-
est point. The day was a beautiful
one, with a soft breeze blowiug, aud
the sun shining down brightly on the
sparkling waters. A largo aud gay
company of the passengers were as-
sembled ou deck; merry groups of
youug men and girls had clustered to-
gether; now aud then a laugh raugout,
or some one sang a gay little snatch of
song, when suddenly the mirth of all
was silenced by the loud aud piercing
id earn of a woman.
A nurse who had been holding a
child iu her arms ut the side of the
vessel had lost her hold of the leaning,
restless little one, aud it had falleu
overboard into the sea—into the great,
wide Atlantic Ocean. The poor woman,
iu hor despair, would Have thing her-
self after her charge had not strong
arms held her back. But sooner thau
it can bo written down, something
rushed swiftly past her; there was a
leap over the vessel's side.a splash into
tho waters, and then Nero's black head
appeared above the waves, holding the
child in his mouth.
Tho engines were Btopped as soon as
possible, hut by that time the dog was
far behiud iu the wake of the vessel.
A boat was quickly lowered, and the
ship's surgeon* taking his place in it,
ordered the sailors to pull for their
lives. Oue conld just make out on
the leaping, dancing waves tho dog's
blackhead, holding something scarlet
in his mouth. The child had on a little
jacket of scarlet cloth, and it gleamed
iike a spark of lire on the dark blue
waves.
The mother of the child stands on
the deck, her eyes straining anxiously
after the boat, and the black spot upon
tho waves still holding firmly to the
tiny scarlet point. How long the time
seems 1 The boat seems fairly to creep,
though it speeds over tho waves as it
novel i pod before.
Sum* times a billow higher than its
fellows hides for a moment dog and
child froiu the anxious, straining eyes
One can almost hear the watchers'
hearts then throb with fear lest tho
waters may have swallowed thorn up.
But the boat comes nearer and nearer,
near enough at last to allow of tho
surgeon's reachiug over and lifting the
child out of the (log's mouth, then -
sailor's strong arm pulls Nero iuto the
boat, and the men row swiftly back to
the ship.
"AliveP" is shouted from every lip
as the boat comes within hail of the
steamer; ami as the answer comes
back, "Alive!" a "thank God!" breaks
from every heart. Then the boat comes
up to the ship s side. A hundred hands
are stretched out to helu the brave dog
on board, ami "Good Nero," "Hravo
dog," "Good fellow," resounded ou
every side- But Nero ignores the
praise showered so profusely on him;
he trots sedately up to tho child's
mother.and with a wag of his dripping
tail.looks up iuto her face with his big,
faithful brown eyes. It was as if he
■aid. "It is all right; 1 have brought
her back quite safe."
The mother drops on her knees on
the deck, and taking his shaggy head
in both hands,kisses his wet face again
and again, the tears pouring down her
face iu streams. There is iudood not
a dry eye ou board. One old sailor
stands near with tho. teifrs running
down his woalhor-beaten brown face,
all tho while unconscious that he is
weeping.
Well, as one can imagine, Nero was
for the rest of the voyage the pet and
He bore hii
It
In the Century Major G. W. Baird,
formerly of Geu. Miles's staff, con-
cludes a paper on "Gen. Miles'® Indian
Campaigns'' as follows:
••Doubtless one of Sitting Bull's
own race wo-Jld call him an unbend-
ing patriot. "The Great Spirit made
me au Indian,' he proudly asserted to
Gen. Miles under a flag of truce, io
the fall of 1876. when backed up by a
thousand braves. There are, how-
ever. but two goals for the Indians—
civilization or annihilation; Sitting
bull lias the latter, as doubtless he
would have preferred. He was killed
December 15. 1890, by men of his own
race who were enforcing against him
the orders of the whites, whom he
hated. Captain Fechet, of the 8th
Cavalry, who brought a force to the
support of the Agency police, took
charge of the body, which was not
mutilated nor xealped; he had it car-
ried to Fort Yates. North Dakota,
where it was decently buried in a cof-
tiu. Whatever the opinion entertained
as to Sitting Bull and his taking off,
inasmuch as his influence tended al-
ways to embroil his following with the
dominant race his death will doubtless
result in benefit to his own people.
"For every Indiau war there Is
eause; too of'en that cause has been
bad policy, bad faith, bad conduct, or
blundering Oil the part of the whites.
This sketch has simply recognized the
fact of war and sought to give a true
thought necessarily an inadequate
statement as to the means used by one
commauder to conduct his Indian cam-
paign to their uuiformly successful
issue. Given tho fact of war. what-
ever the came, the soldier must se-
cure peace, even if ho tights for it.
For the savage of to-day. as for civil-
ized man not so many centuries ago.
au euemy and his wife and children
have no rights. The recognition of
this fact would prevent much miscon-
ception as to the character of Indians.
If I have not. in these sketches, in-
dicated sufficiently the friendly feeling
which, iu common with nearly all
army men, I feel for the Iudians, not
only friendly feeling but admiration
for many of their qualities, 1 cauuot
hope to do so in a brief paragraph.
The Americau people, those who real-
ly wish and hope to save the Indians
from extinction or degradation, most
be prepared to use great patience and
summon all their wisdom. Indians
(the men) naturally look upon the
arts of peace very much as the kuights
of the past agos did. War is their
pastime; by it come glory, honor,
leadership. It is unlikely that the
place of the Indians as peaceful citi-
/.eus will approach their place as war-
riors. 'Justice and judgment,' the one
to protect, tho other justly to punish
them, havo been too greatly lacking.
It remains yet to be seen whether the
future will be better than the past.
ANOTHER NAPOLEON OF FINANCE,
Ilow He Stopped a Run on 111* Hank
end Got Hid of Two Had Customers.
A few day# after Its discovery Judge
Perry visltod the cave and explored it
a abort distance. Ho describes it as
one of the most wonderful caves he
ever saw. In one of the rooms there
is a stone wall, 70 yards lonj£ 4 feet
high aud four feet thick. It is built of
limestone rook of a kind not found in
the cave nor anywhere uear it. The
Judge is at a loss to account for the
presence o? this wall, especially as it is
oemeuted together with a cement as
strong as the rock itself. Many peo-
ple wno have seou the cave aud arti-
ficial wall are inclined to think this is
the famous Swift cave, where that
worthy mined aud coined silver a hun-
dred years ago. If this should prove
oorrect tho Judge will soon be a mil-
lionaire, as Swift's cave was known to
be one of the richest silver miues ever
opened.
Barnum's Poath-Betl Jolt©.
Not long before his death, the story
runs, Barnum summoned his lawyer
to the side of the couch where he was
^ "Fam very much worried," he said,
••about a certain matter, and 1 want
to consult you. My neighbor keeps
peacocks. Suppose some of theui
should fly over into my yard—which
they are doing all the time—and lay
some eggs here. Would those eggs
— —: "hbor
belong tcTme or could my neigh
compel me to give them up.
The lawyer having duly scratched
his head answered:
"Well, Mr. Barnum; I must take
time to look into this matter. But
the best thing for you to do would be
to keep the eges and let your neigh-
bor sue you for the possession. In
that way your rights would be deter-
mined, and we should have a very
valuable test case."
"Well." said Barnum. "while you
are looking into the matter will you
find out how it would bo if the eggs
were laid by peahensP"
The lawyer swore softly to himself,
but never made any investigation,
N. Y. World.
What Chewing Gum Doea.
one i
same
ever
the o
for n-
of oil
the o
code.
theN
the 0
the ei
that e
and a
whole
clusio
the fii
Chewing gum teuds to distort the
face. It produces a sort of vacant
•tare or hungry expression, such us
may be seen ou the face of a child
that has to wait for the second table.
The guiu-chewiug habit will in a short
time removo the fine Hues from the
best molded face.
Have you ever noted the the de-
formity in the face of a nail-blterP It
is distinctly marked, aud nearly the
same in all cases.
Defective sight, howevor, is proba-
bly the most prolific cause of distortion
of the face. This defect is largely due
to poor light in school-rooms and close
application to study at night by gas
light. A little atteution to these mat-
ters may save your girl from growlug
up ugly.—IMlsburg Commercial.
hero of the whole ship.
honors with quiot, modest dignity,
was curious, hovvover. to see how from
that time on ho made himself the
sentinel and body-guard of the child he
had saved, lie always placed himself
st the sido of the chair of any person
iu whoso arms she was, his eves watch-
ing every movement she maue. Some
times she would be laid on tho deck,
with Nero only to watch her, and
inclined to creep out of bounds, Nero
teeth, fastened firmly in the skirt of
her frock, promptly drew her back. It
was as though ho thought, "I have
been lucky enough, Miss Baby, to save
you once from a watery grave, but as I
may uot be so lucky again, I shall take
care you don't run auy unnecessary
risks in future."
When the stoamer reached her d
tination, Nero received a regular ova-
tion as he was leaving the vessel.
Some oue cried, "Three cheers for
Nerol" and they were given with a
will. And "Good-by. Nero," "Good-
by, good dog," resounded from every
side. Every oue crowded around to
irive him a pat ou tho head as he trotted
own tho gang-plauk. To all these
demonstrations ho could,of course,only
reply with a wag of his plumy tail aud
a twiuklo of his faithful brown eyes,
lie kept close to the nurse's side, aud
watched anxiously his little charge's
rival ou dry land.
He was taken to the home of his lit-#
tie mistress, where he lived, lovod and
houored. until he died of old age, with
his shaggy, gray head resting on the
kuee of tho child (a woman now) that
he had saved. His grave is ia an
Euglish church-yard, in consecratod
ground. Ho lies in the burial plot of
the family to which lie belonged. Ilia
grave is marked by a fair white stoue,
ou which is ougraved
Sacred lo the memory of Nerojaithfulest
of doys.
His portrait hangs over the chimney-
piece of an English drawing-room, be-
neath which sits, iu a low arm-chair, a
fair-haired girl, who ofteu looks up at
Nero's portrait as she tells the tale of
bow he spraug into the waters of the
Atlautic Ocean after her, and held her
up until help came.—Emma Maude
thelps, in Harper's Young I'eoplc.
i*iant HteeO and Ktder'a Footprints.
What Somi Are Soo>eiim*s **
the r>moui Couasellors-
_ «torj U going round the
started by the £poeA, «t>out t e 8
feei iometimes paid Ne" * t
vers in exceptional eases. 1
recent examole given 19 the
$260,000 said "to have been paid -
liam Nelson Cromwell 'j?r k
referee of Decker, H-well &Co., bank-
ers and brokers. Mi*- Cromwell w
just six weeks in earning his rnouey^
aud envious mathematicians are pro -
ing that he was paid at the rate
$43,333,24 1-8 a week If he could al-
ways turn his time and his talents to
such advantage his yearly
would exceed that -of any but the ha
dozen richest millionaires in the coun-
try. And Mr. Cromwell is still a
young inau. just turned 40, is seidom
seou in the courts, aud for that reason
is little known to the general public.
Nor would his slight tigure aud his
>ale, thoughtful face, erowued with
ron gray hair, attract auy special at-
tention.
Most of the stories told by the writer
... the Epoch are as full of exaggera-
tions as most stories which iuvolve
sums of money over $1,000,000, ami
men who are said to own them. Cer-
tainly there is no profession in the
world so lucrative as the law—to
those on the top. Nowhere does it
pay better than iu New York, for no-
where are suits involving greater sums
of money brought to trial. It is nat-
ural that when uiany millions are at
stake in an issue at law, the lawyers
on whose ability alone a litigant relies
win or save the fortune should re-
oeivu fat fees. >r -
Or take the case of railroad boud-
holders, who, to save ten or twenty or
thirty millions already invested, wish
to create a new mortgage that shall bo
ironclad and proof against tho attack
of future lawyers aud litigants. Iu
such a case tho highest authority in
the country will be asked to write the
mortgage, and for his work of perhaps
three hours will receive a fee of $100,-
000. John C. Bullitt, who drafted the
Northern Pacific • blanket mortgage,
irobablv received as much as that,and
lis services may have beeu worth it.
John E. Parsons' siugle fee of $250,-
000 was in payment for services to tho
sugar trust. Nextiu magnitude couies
the $150,000 fee which fieury L. Clin-
ton received from William II. Vandor-
bilt, his client in the Vanderbiit will
case. It is also remembered that Rob-
ert Sewell got $126,000 from the Man-
hattan Elevated Road as a single fee,
and Aaron Kahn received $60,000 from
Irene Hoyt in the big Hoyt will case.
Tho incomes credited to great law-
yers by the Epoch writer are in
almost every case overstated. If the
railroad magnates paid such fees
habitually as they are said to, why the
Tfcree pairs of dimpled irmi,u whit® u snow,
H.r,nad br Hold me In •'►ft emhmce;
Three little cheek*, like velvet p*W5h«« •oft.
Were placed against my faoe.
Three pairs of tiny eyes, so clear, so deep.
Looked up 111 mine this even;
Three paint of llpa klosed me a sweet *Oood
Ah It Is well that "little ones 1 should love us,
It light* our faith when dim,
Tv know that ouce our blessed Savior bads
then , .....
Bring "little ones to him.
And paid he not, "Of such is heaven"? and
blessed them,
And held them to His breast?
Is It not sweet to know that when they laave
U8' 'TIs then they go to rest?
Aud yet, ye tiny angels of my house.
Three hearts encased In mine.
How 'twould be shattered If the Lord ahouM
Those angels are not thine!"
• y. .
Ilow Did She Teli?
(A True Story.)
In little Daisy's dimpled hand two bright, new
pennies
One was for _
other Daisy's own.
While waiting Koh's return she rolled ootn
treaHUn-s round the floor.
When suddenly they disappeared, and ons
was seen no more. . . .
••Poor Daisy. 1 your penny lost? was asaea
In Hcoeot9 kind. ....
••Why. no. mine s herel she quickly ald,
"It's Hob's I cannot find.
—Caroline Evans. In Bt. Nloholaa.
MY APACHE PROTEGE.
Never go chumming with an
You smile atsuch strange adviceP Well.
I might have smiled at it once myself.
But we are all creatures of circum-
stance. aud 1 was a tenderfoot then
anyway. This is how I chummed It
with my little Indian:
I was swiuging my red-and-l
clubs under the pepper-tree at the
back of the station. This I did be-
cause 1 had a theory that exercise was
good for a man living ou a desert.
The lazy Mexicans aud most of the
Americaus thereabouts had no ruddv
<vinur nn their faces. They were all
What I wauted was a ruddy
There is a flat rock near the old
Echols mill at Crawford that covers an
acre of ground. One of the strange
features of the rock is the trpek of some
huge beast of burden; also the track of
the rider of this queer antediluvian
monster. It seems that the rider and
his steed made a tour across the rock
leaving their tracks impressed in the
solid grauite.
About iniddleway of the story sur
face can be seen a place where the girth
of the rider's saddle broke aud he dis
mounted to fix it, leaving his tracks as
plain as if made iu a sand-bed. The
oand of time has not erased them, but
(hoy are there now, showing the form
of the anim&rs feet and the precise im-
pression of the giant's feet impressed
therein,with toos and all as porfect and
distinct as a schoolboy's bare foot track
of to-day- —Atlanta Constitution.
•We've got a bank clerk up in our
neck o' woods who some day will give
Jay Gould cards and spades in the
game of financiering and beat him to
a standstill." said Mortz Curren of
Cheyenne to a roporter. "He is only
19 years old, but is a hummer. Two
or three months ago, while the presi
dent of the bauk was away, the cash-
ier was taken sick and in a fow hours
was in a delirious state. The young
Napoloon was left in sole charge of
the bank. Some evil-disposed person
started the story one afternoon that
the institution was in a bad way, and
intimated that the president had
skipped the country, and that the Cash-
ier's illness was only a 'bluff.1
"Before night it was evident there
would be a run ou the institution the
next morning. The youug clerk knew
there was scarcely money enough to
last au hour. He had no one to advise
him. but he acted promptly, lie called
on the leading hardware merchant and
held a brief conference. Then this
young Napoleon weut home, where
found a committee from the depositors
awaiting him. He did not wait for
them to speak, but made this bluff: *1
refuse to discuss business with you.
There will bo $50,000 in gold here in
the morning, and there is a like
amount iu the safe. You may draw
out every dollar you have doposited,
and we'll be glad to get rid of your
small accounts.' Then ho turned on
his hoel and loft the committee. Bright
and early there assembled at the bank
the creditors.
'•Just before time for opening the
doors an express wagon was driven up
in which were seated two heavily
armed tuen, one of them the watchman
of tho bank. A pathway through the
crowd was made and tho watchman
began oarrv ing into the bauk canvas
bags containing gold coin, as indicated
by the prominent marks. Some of tho
bags were marked $5,000.' and one or
two '$10,000.' The people saw these
bacJ. heard the chiuk of the metal,
and, believing that the bank was O.
K.. were about to move away. Just
as the last bag of 'gold' was handed in-
to the door the young tinaucier threw
the bank open. The crowd did not
make any effort to reach tho paying
teller's window. *Come on, now,
every oue of you,' shouted the clerk.
No one responding he made another
bluff. 'You must come and get your
monoy. WTe don't waut your d—d
accounts any more. Here. Jim Bartly,
take this and sign this receipt in full.
Here, Bill Wyman, come aud get your
dust.' He insisted on their taking the
money.
"Just at this juncture the committee
came in and begged the clerk to 'stop,
for God's sake.' They almost got down
on their knees to ask the bank to keep
their money. The youug 'Napoleon'
tiually couseuted, but declared if there
was ever 'any more d d nonsense
he would throw every depositor's
money into the street.' The crowd
departed happy and contideut that the
bank was one of tho strongest institu-
tions of its kind in America. Their
coutldenco might have beeu siiakeu
had they known tho canvas bags
marked $5,000 gold.' etc., and be-
daubed with red scaling wax.containod
nothing more nor less than iron wash-
ers. which the younfl? clerk had pur-
chased from the hardware man, who
had otherwise assisted in the decep-
tion, he being couvincod of the sound-
ness of the bank. The two men the
young Napoloon insisted ou payiug in
full the bank had long wished to get
rid of."—Cheyenne Lender.
lawyers would soon own some rail-
roads and some magnates would be
looking for a job—or possibly study-
ing law. It may uot be au exaggera-
tion to say that such famous law firms
as Evarts, Choate & Beaman. Tracy.
Macfarland. Boardniau& Plat, lloadly,
Lauterbach & Johnson, and Banks,
Stetson, Tracy & MacVoa^h (Grover
Cleveland's firm) each divides among
four or five partners from $160,000 to
$400,000 a year. But there are onlv
four or five lawyers at the New York
bar who make, year in and year ont
$100,000.
How do they do it?'1
Years ago A. T. Stewart was harass-
ed by a certain Treasury decision,
which vastly increased his payment of
Is To
duties. His lawye^called one day about
another matter. Stewart spoke in an
exasperated way about the 'Ireasury
decision.
• Let me see the decision," said the
lawyer. After reading it through he
■aid:
••This law speaks of 'all silk1 gar-
ments. Why don't you have a thread
of worsted ruu into theso goods when
thoy are made abroadP"
"Will that come withiu the new
lawP" asked the great merchant.
"Certainly."
"How much do you want for that
opinion?" asked Stewart a fow months
later.
"Fifty thousand dollars," said the
lawyer. And he got it. He was
modest, too. but a dollar went farther
in those days than it does now.
Stewart years after told his legal
adviser that the casual suggestion
made that day had been worth $1,-
600,000 to tho "merchant.
So tho $50,000 fee was not high.—
N. Y. Press.
Doctors In China. 23X2®
npache woman came over
from the wickiups and gathered him
up in her arms. She was hi« mother.
Sne eyed me suspiciously, and walked
away with her highly demonstrative
burden.
Of course 1 regretted my hot lan-
guage and wanted the little beggar
back again. It was so lonely there on
the desert. The wires wailed sc heart-
brokenly. while the sun beat down so
fiercely in the daytime and tho coyotes
yelled so dolefully at night. How he
had crept into my heart, to be sure.
It was several days before we were
on satisfactory terms again lads
wanted to be a white man. He want-
ed to make "talk marks" on "pupper
with a feather—I sometimes used a
quill pen, be it remarked—and he
wanted to speak with his Unger. Well,
did manage to teach him a few let-
ters from a railroad poster, and he
learned to drawl out "T-a-d-s in a
droll wav. With perseverauce that
was really startliug. I afterward took
him in an uucertain way through a
page or two of "Can you see the fat
oxP" and so on, wherefore his heart
us glad. „ ,
••I'll be w'ite mans, heap sure, ne
declared iu his bull-frog voice, after
he had accomplished this wonderful
feat.
Great distress racked lad s soul on
the fatal day when the wickiups were
taken down and the tribe uiounted^its
mustangs to go over the hills, lhe
Apaches had to search all over the
station to ti nil Tads. At last they
hauled him forth from under my bunk,
screaming like mad. Of no avail were
his screams; of no avail was his cry:
•■Mo yalitor stay wid him! Me yanter
be w'ite mans!'
Apaohe papas are unbending and
Apache mammas are inexorable. Away
they whisked Tads,leaving behind him
a tenderfoot with a queer feeling in his
throat.
"Well, the boy has the instincts of a
white man," I said, for I was proud of
what I fancied 1 had made of him,
and he'll be sure to be a shining
sallow.
p'mv red-and-blue clubs circled about
m,r\ prettilv that day, and the ruddy
"ow came;"also a drippiug epidermis
and u big desire to sit down in the
shade of the pepper-tree and blow to-
bacco smoke. The tree was a small
one. When the station tank ran over,
which was not often, its roots received
a little moisture. So it grew slowly.
Ai soon as I droppod my clubs a
squeal of disgust went up from some,
where, and, as 1 turned about, I saw i
small, brown head dart belflnd -
cactus-lined rock.
1 said nothing, but leaned back in
my seat, pulled my sombrero dow
over my face and shammed sleep,with
one-half closed oyc on tho rock and the
bij; cactus shrubs. No use. You can
not get an Apache out of his hole In
that way.
Next day, with mv beautiful exer-
cise theory still bristling in my brain,
1 turned quickly, while in the midst of
uiy club swinging, aud saw the wide-
open eves ami gapiug mouth of the
cunningest little savage I had ever be-
held. He spraug about and fled be-
hind the rock, hut uot too quickly lor
me to read "XXX Family Flour" in
larce red letters on his back. His one
short garment was a cotton sack, with
holes cut through it for his bead and
arms.
"Come, Tads." 1 cried, christening
him in that fleeting second with a
name that stuck to him all his life,
••out of that!" And 1 jumped behind
tile rock, swinging au open hand that
did not grasp the flour-sack, as I had
intended it should.
Where was the wee savage?
Liko a lizard, he had darted from
sight somewhere in that little patch of
rocks and cactus, though there did not
appear to be cover enough there to
conceal a jack-rabbit.
"The spines must scratch him, I
thought, as I looked at the prickly
cactus; but I did not know then how
Apaches put np with such small irri-
tations. Not wanting to give the boy
unnecessary torture, I went baok to
my clubs. "Throwing my eyes about
again, I caught another fleeting
glimpse of the brown head as it dodged
behind the rock
light among those devilish people of
his. If we had a few more like him to
put among them, the Apaohe question
would settle itself, and we could set
our soldiers to hoeing corn."
Then I took up the restless life of
a city man, aud a big and busy rail-
road office claimed a good share of ray
attention for the next ten years. Yes,
it was fully that long before I again
set foot upon the desert. Our train
stopped at the old station. How the
pepper-tree had grown, to be 6ure. In
its shade sat a cavalry Sergeant with a
half-dozen of his men about him, and
in their midst were three Indian pris-
oners, who were being taken to the
fort to be shot.
They were fierce-looking fellows,
those three savages. There was one,
the youngest, who was a perfect
demon, tho soldiers said.
"Killed three women and two babiee
down at Mustang Wash last Tuesday,'*
said the sergeant to me; "just afte
one of them had given him breakfast,
too. He's a young one, not more than
17, I should say; but he's the worst
red devil I ever saw."
Gazing at the boy captive, a strange
feeling stole over me. The stolid face
was oddly familiar.
"His nameP Blessed if I know,
said the sergeant; "what do you call
yourself, young oneP" he asked, giv-
ing him a not too delicate poke with
the too of his boot.
"MeP Why, my name's Tadl"
grunted the boy.
"Talks pretty good English for a
wild devil who lias been over the Mex-
ican border so long, doesn't heP" ask-
ed the sergeant, turning to me.
But I said nothing.— Frank Bailey
Millard in Argonaut.
BURMESE PHOENIX TOWN.
Bamboo Eimblei a Burned Village
Ulan Qulcklj from Its Ashes.
"Don't get ill in China; if you are
going to be ill wait until you got to a
civilized land."
This is the advioe that Sir Cecil
Miles, Bart., gave to somo acquaint-
ancos at the Auditorium last evening,
■ays the Chicago herald.
"The Chinese doctors." he went on,
"cannot cure the natives, much les?
foreigners. We had an experience
that I shall not forget. A member ol
our party was taken violently ill and
1 started* out to look for a physieian.
There is a law in China whrch com-
pels every doctor to hang up in front
of his house after dark as many lan-
terns as he has sent souls iuto tho next.
When I arrived at the houso of a
physician I was surprised to see near-
ly a dozen bright lanterns. I asked
my interpreter the meaning of all this
illumination and he told me about the
law. -Great Scottl' I exclaimed, i
don't want to engage this fellow if he
has killed a dozeu people to-day.' So
we looked elsewhere. At every house
we approached there were at least six
lamps burning brightly Wrhen we
were about to give up the idea of find-
ing a suitable t'.octor we accidentally
stumbled across the sign of a physiciau
on whose door only one lantern was
hanging. We got him out of bed and
hurried home. Ho seemed to know
what he was doing and his treat-
ment relieved our unfortunate friend
for a few moments. Then he was
worso than ever. Presently I said to
the doctor:
♦"You must be the best physician in
all ShanghaiP'
"You flatter me,' he replied.
•'•I'm sure you aro the best.'
•••Why do you think soP'
•••There was only one lantern In
front of your house, and all the others
that we aaw had sent mauy souls a-
Novel Method of Surveying.
The surveyor-general of Canada,
Mr. Deville, has adopted a uovel meth-
od of surveying iu tho Rocky mountain
region of the dominion. It is lo pho-
tograph the country by a specially de-
signed camera. He considers the pho-
tographs as accurate as a plan laid
dowu by means of a protractor.
way.
•That's uot a fair tes .' he said. *1
am a student just starting out, and
have only had ouo patient in my life.'
"And he died?'
• Yes. That is why my lantern
burns.'
"Well, you please get tight out of
here,' I exclaimed. And 1 paid him
quickly, fearing that if he remained
another lantern would be flickering in
frout of his shop. We cared for the
young man auu tiually brought his
good health back to him."
Tads must have been disappointed
next day, for there was no club-swing-
ing under tho pepper-tree. The duties
of telegraph agent lay too heavily up-
on me aud the sun lay too heavily up-
on the desert. I saw Tads steal away
from his lair about two hours after my
usual exercise time and walk down the
sand-drifts with a dejected air, his one
garment flapping in the hot wind.
A wild nature like his was proof
against such snares as the toothsome
confection, the gol(l0D orange, or the
mealy peauut. I found that out by
trial in the course of the next week.
But an old jack-knife won him over.
That was somethiug his Apache uiind
could grasp. It was a greater delight
to him than the red-and-blue clubs.
Sworn friends from that day were
Tads and I. His talk was a ridiculous
mixture of English. Spanish and
Apache, and his voice was very throaty.
But I understood hiui. Indian-like he
■aid little. It was, therefore, easy to
get aloug with him. lie would sit for
hours on a high stool listoning to the
•'tunk-tunk-tuuk" of my sounder. The
telegraph was an awful mystery to him
at first, and it squelched his imagina-
tion; but he solved tho problem at last.
A man away off iu the mountains
spoke with "his lingers to me, and I
spoke back to him. That was his idea
of it, and it was not a bad one either.
Tho humming of the wires overhead
were the voices of people with ponder-
ous fingers, but they were not of this
world.
How the cowboys laughed when
they saw Tads and me in the station.
"That tenderfoot's a queer one,"
they said of me.
lhe despised Apache could not crawl
into their hearts—not eveu if he were
a 6-year old.
'He'll steal everything the tender-
foot's got." they pleasautly averred.
But he did not.
When Tads left the station of an
evening, his little brown feet pattered
straight over the roads to the wickiups,
half a mile away. In time he wore a
narrow trail over to the huts.
"Pitty veil," was what Tads wonld
grunt to me every day when he came
shyly Into lhe office, and 1 greoted him
with a friendly, "How-de-uoP" Then
he would sbrug his shoulders in a way
that would wrinkle the three X's into
such bewildering folds that you could
uot have read them unless you had
known what they were beforehand.
One day while he was meandering
about the place, grunting quietly to
himself, ho upset one of my battery
jars.
"Tads," I cried, angrily, for the
desert's breath was hot upon me, and
was irritating enough, let alone spilled
vltripl. "you're a little beastl Skip
out of here, or I'll take a stick to yuu!1
Then arose a great howl from Tads,
and he kept on howling until an
A striking illustration of the in-
fluence of the bamboo on the ways and
even on the character of the people
may be found in observing one of the
most frequent incidents of Burmese
life—a house or village on fire.
In a country where the smoking of
tobacco is limited neither by age nor
■ex, nor time nor place, and where
houses are-thatched and, for half a
year as dry as tinder, it will be under-
stood that men become familiar with
the phenomeua of tire. It is less easy
to realize the comparative indifference
with which such a visitation can be re-
ceived, or to credit the truth that to
the easy-going population of this prim-
itive region even tire itself seems
robbed of its terrors.
When we think of what is meant by
tire in house or village in western
countries—to be turned out of doors
to the mercy of the elements; to lose
at a stroke the investment of a scanty
capital, or the stock of household fur-
niture which can ill be replaced; to
run risks, even of life itself—it is hard
to understand that there aro countries
where such iucideuts form no part of
the most destructive tire, says a writer
iu Frank Leslie's Monthlu.
At a spark from a cigar or pipe a
Burmese village is ablaze, and in a
few hours whole streets are in ashes.
But in the flutter and excitement that
ensues we look in vain for auv such
evidence of ruin or despair as a similar
calamity elsewhere bring inevitably iu
traiu.
Loss by tire at a Burmese tire is al-
uost unknown. The simple house-
hold stuff is quickly emptied from the
siugle-storied cottages aud heaped un-
der tree® by the roadside; to a people
who live habitually au outdoor life
there is no hardship in passing the
night under the opeu sky; and when
the tire has once gained an irresistable
hold it is a sight for philosophers to
see the calmness of the villagers as
they sit and smoke quietly in groups
watching the progress of the flames.
In a few days tho ephemeral city
rises once more in clean and ordorly
streets, and beyond a few main sup-
ftorts of timber or in the houses of the
eadiug townsmen, from end to end
of the street and from floor to floor of
every house the bamboo from the jun-
f;le hard by has supplied, at a coast of
abor only, the principal material of
which it is built.
Oombustlon of Chlorate of Potash.
Au Oakland (Cal.) doctor has just
bad a peculiar experience. He wai
carrying in his vest pocket a bottl#
eont'aiuiug chlorato of potash, and
while shaking hands with a friend the
fiction caused combustion of tho
potash, and it set the dootor's clothes
fa fire. His waistcoat and other gar-
ments were badly burned before the
tire was extinguished, and his flesh got
a blistering.
Kljf(ng ltoache*.
Stories of Confldenee Men Who Were
Made Vlotlms Themseleee.
••My experience is that there are no
people In this world so eaailv taken io
as professional sharpers and swindlers,*4
•aid a veteran newspaper iun to •
Washington Star writer. "When 1
was employed, some years ago. as a
reporter on a great New York daily
the paper had struck a sort of adver-
tising scheme in the exposure of
cheats, and I, having manifested abil-
ity in that kind of work, was chosen
by the city editor to pursue the sub-
ject. Very likely his selection of me
was due in part to ray unsophisticated
appearance, inasmuch as 1 have al-
ways been accustomed to be taken for
a clergyman and in my younger days
for a theological student.
• However that may be. it was mj
duty in the performance of this busi-
ness to go to see the swindlers—not as
a reporter, of course, but in the guise
of a victim. I was a person of a trust-
ing and guileless nature with money
to invest where it would fetch a fab-
ulous interest; I wanted employment,
and had no objection to putting up a
few hundred dollars in cash as security
for my faithfulness; I desired to ob-
tain a quiet divorce within thirty days
and without scandal, and was willing
to pav a good price for it, or what not.
In any case my object was to get the
sharpers to commit themselves, and
thus secure material for an exposure
of them in leaded minion. There was
never any difficulty about it. They
were so innocent and trustful alwayi
that it positively made me feel con-
science-stricken to delude them in such
• cruel way. It was almost pathetio
to see how unsuspectingly they swal-
lowed the bait the moment it was put
before their noses in the shape of a
person of harmless and evangelical
aspect, with suppositious wealth in his
clothes. I remember well the remark
of a gambler who ran a brace game on
Ann street that I was compelled to ex-
pose'in print. It did not cost me any-
thing to play there while I was collect-
ing my material in the shape of facts,
because, knowing that the play was
fraudulent, I made it my simple policy
to bet steadily against the colors or
■umbers that were backed by the
biggest wagers. The paper had given
nie $50 to lose, but I was thus enabled
to return the «um to the cashier, hav-
ing about $350 of winnings left over
for myself. But, as 1 was goiug to
■ay, when the proprietor of the estab-
lishment was being dragged away to a
dungeon coll. having been convicted
on mv evidence, and leaving a sorrow-
ing wife to provide by taking in wash-
ing for a large family of innocent chiN
dren, he turned to the policeman and
■aid, with a break iu his voice:
•"Parduer, I wouldn't o' minded
this, but to be bilked and took in by a
fool newspaper reporter, with a look
like a cattish learnin' tho shorter cate-
chism—it's too much, that's what it is.1
• But I never shall entirely forgive
myself for the conscienceless manner
in which I swindled two poor greon-
goods men on one occasion. I always
■hall think it an outrage that the police
should have obliged me to give up the
mouev; but, as the 'shilling shockers'
say. 1 anticipate. It happened this
way: A farmer out in Orange county
f;ot a circular from Now York couched
n the usual style aud offering to sup-
ply him with counterfeit niouey of a
sort impossible to detect at tho rate of
|1,000 for $100 in treasury bills. He
BCTit it to my paper, and tho city editor
wrote to him at once to make arrange-
ments for securing an engagement in
the farmer's name with the green-
goods people. This was readily man-
aged. and it was determined by corre-
spondence through the rural postoflico
that the farmer should meet them at
•he Astor house on a certain day at 2
p. m.
• My disguise as the farmer must
have been remarkably tine, for, com-
ing down Hroadvvav with gripsack,
linen duster and wide-brimined hat, I
was accosted at differeut points by
three buuko men; but I did not want
them, °-id so I let them escape. In
the lobby of the Astor home I was re-
ceived with a most flattering welcome
by one of my green-goods friends. He
bought two or throe drinks for me tud
several expensive cigars, which so ex-
panded my heart that 1 promised hiai
unlimited pie and other rural dolica-'
cies any time that i.\e might chance to
visit Cranberry Center. The regular
programme followed. He took me to
a small third-story front room iu a
house on John street, where he intro-
duced me to his partner, whose name
was Robinson, and the two counted
out $5,000 in bills, for which I was to
pay $500. What they showed me was
real mouey, of course. According to
the method iuvariably adopted in this
sort of fraud they proposed to wrap up
the $5,000 and oxchange tho package
at the last moment for another just
like it, full of paper, which I was to be
permitted to carry away. Instead of
subscribing to this style of doing
things, however, I suddenly picked up
the bills from the table aud thrust
them into my inside pocket.
'"That suits me and here's your
$500.' I said, handing them tive treas-
ury notes for $100 each.
"You never saw two men so flabber-
gasted as they were in all your life-
At tirst they tried to temporize, saying
that thoy wauted to count the stuff
again, and when that didn't produce
any effect they locked the door and
threatened to kill me. 1 was armed,
but was anxious to avoid any tragic
occurrence, particularly as I had tne
A Tennessee country newspaper has
discovered that roaches cau ny like
grasahoppors, and can be seen late at
night coming home to roost.
So I whistled—it was a hot
summer day and the wiudow was open
—and within thirty seconds two police
officers had burst into tho room. My
friends were taken to the lock-up. and
subsequently were given a liberal term
each in the state's prison. I always
have felt that it was almost too bad to
cheat them in such a way, particularly
inasmuch as I afterward learned that
#he $5,000 was all the mouey they had
in the wide world. I might have re-
stored some of it if it hadn't been that
the police, very wrongfully, as I oon
sider, made mo disgorge the $4,500,
which represented my protits ou mjj
first and Last purchase of green-goods "
What the llnuilKrants Carry.
An Italian immigrant carried a
stiletto; a German immigrant carried
a bundle; a Portuguese immigrant car-
ried a banjo; an Irish immigrant car-
ried a baby; a Syrian immigrant car-
ried a pouchful of trinkets; a Scotch
immigrant carried a plaid and a bunch
of heather; a Russian Hebrew immi-
grant carried a purse containing a few
foreign coius, and a Scandinavian im-
migrant carried himself straight as an
arrow. - A ). 8m"■
A Deathbed Stipulation,
A Georgia man at his deathbed, who
appointed his own pallbears. stipulated
they should bury him in a plain cotfln.
and that the box iu which he was
plaoeo should be covered with a slaut-
ing roof like a house.
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