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V&; s 5SSPBS 32 THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAOT, MAT 6, 1900. O'ROONEY RETROSPECTIVE TEXDER MEMORIES OP FORMER DAYS PROMPT SAD WORDS. Reveals Kindly Side of His Eccen tric Nature Tells What He'd Do in Ilanna's Place. ;Mlke sat -with his hands clasped about his knee, his hat pushed well hack on his head, and a far-away look In his eyes, that convinced me he was wholly lost to his Immediate surroundings. The usual "happy-go-lucky" expression had given place to one so serious it almost savored of sadness. Schnlder, evidently noting this fact, watched him for a few minutes In silence, and then remarked: "Vot vas de matter mlt you? Tou va? not look well, O'Rooney." This ended Hike's reverie, and, turning to Schnlder, he said: "Oi'm well enoof mesilf, but me tinder hearrt is achln' for the mony poor paple that OI know. Ol was Joost thinkln" about a mon ond his wife, that coom over from the Ould Counthry on the same shtamer Oi did. Ond a folne, hilthy pair they were. Rid chakes ond plcomp, with as pretty flaxen hair as ye iver read av, ond oyes that would make yer hearrt thoomp ivery tolme she looked at ye that was Blssle Flannigan. Jlmmle wasn't wan bit beholnd her, aither. In the matther av good looks or kolndness. "They were afther ma kin' great plans for thlmsllves all the way coomin' over, ord so, as soon as they landed, they sat about thryin' to folnd some worrk. As we were shtoppln' at the same place, Jlmmle confoided all his hopes ond disappalnt rnents to me. Ond Oi regrit to till ye. Shnoider, his hopes ounly coom at thn Arret, ond afther that it was all disap pointments, for it hoppened poor Jimml and Blssle were not naded In New Yorrk joost thin. Mike Decides to Come "West. "Wan day Ol made oop me molnd lo coom "Wist, ond whin 01 s'.d good-bye to thim, Jlmmle flz to me: ' 'Faith, Moike, it was a great mls'ak" we were afther makin'. whin we iver lift Olriand at all. Ol belave we'll be shtarv. in Instead av glttln' lond av cur own. "But brave Blfisie dashed away her tcr"s as she sid: Nler molnd, Jlmmle, the bX sld saints wl.l hllp oos. Ond whin wan." Oi lam the kolnd av cookln' they do in this counthry. it will be ounly rn aU-y matther to make our farrchune." "01 shlipped a coople av dol'ars In Jln mle's hand Ol wasn't ony too floosh me silf joost thin ond Ol lift the poor era tures, feelln' pretty blue. Though Ol often wondhered what Iver becoom av thlm, OI niver hearrd av thim again, for siveral years. Folnally Ol wint to Sar Francisco, ond wan cold, wit day, as Ol was takln' In the solghts av the city, n poor little barefooted b'y, thot was hardly hivy enoof to hould hlmsilf down in a wind shtorm, shtruck me to buy som matches. Av course, Oi wasn't afther wantln ony, but as his little, pinched face looked oop into mine. Ol saw Blssle's eyes, ond whin OI tilt me hearrt go thoomp, thoomp, OI knew It was her b'y. "So OI told me little lad thot it was Molke that was nadln' all av thlm. Thin Ol asked him If his name wasn't Flanni gan, ond where his father and moother were. He sid, yis, h:s name was Jlmmle Flannigan. and his father had alrldy rached hlvln, ond his poor moother was thin very sick. Ond, Oi tell j e. Schnoider, it mado be hearrt ache, as Oi niver filt It before, to folnd Bissle sick on wan av the worrst bids ye iver saw, ond no fire ond ni er a croost av onythlng to ate, ond she about dyln". "She was too nare ridy to go to Jimmie to shtand moovin' to the hospital; but 01 got a nurse ond docthor for her, ond had tho poor little b'y clothed ond fid. Blssle was too wake to till me much av her shtory. but the wan throoble she sid was they could niver get enoof money to save ony. Beanie ITncl Gone. "Wan day OI wint in ond the nurse had closed those tinder blue oyes forlver, ond poor Bissle hod gone where she will niver be lookln for worrk ony more. Ol hod her burried In a nate grave, where come little green volnes were runnin' around It, ond lift the poor b'y in charge av some kind paple." Mike paused, and for several minutes no one broko the impressive-silence. Final ly a new and apparently more cheerful strain of thought took possession of him, and he continued: "Whin Ol see some mln that are afther havln' so much mony. and think av poor Jlmmle and Bissle, that couldn't get any, it makes me fale Joost loike takin' the Go eminent in me own hands and runnin' thlrgs mesilf. ' It they'd ounly elect Mlsther Bryan inrtU av McKinley, and lit me take Mark llama's place, iverybody could have plln ty av worrk, for wan av the flrrst things Od do would be to slnd all the grafters to the Joongles av India, and what few ir n were lift could git plinty av worrk at foine pay. Ond thin Ol'd have Mlsther Brj an take all the wilth av thlm banished paple ond hllp the poor widdles loike Bls s.e. "Ond, sure, we'd take posslsslon av the barks. Howly St. Pathrlck! but wouldn't Moike O'Rooney be joost the rolght mon to take care av thlm? Beln' Mark Hanna, O; could be afther gettin whativer Oi sid, ond, begorra! Ol'd not ask for mooch. It's not O'Rooney thbt's posstssed av graed. No. solr, Ol'd ounly take a small, ncomber av the bi?r wans for mesilf, ond tb n the rist av thim Mlsther Bryan could dispose av, accordin' as Ol would advoise him. Other Things He Wonld Do. "Thin Ol'd hov him confiscate all the rat'rjads, for the coonthry nades thim more than onythlng Use, lxclp mesilf ond Bryan. Ond whin wance Ol got thlm. Schrolder, ye'd niver have to roid a brake beam again. "Thin there are the troosts. Ol'd hov the Prisldint saze ivery wan av thim, ond Oi d niver troost thim to onywan again but mesilf. There's nothin' silfish about O Rooney, as Ivery wan would soon folnd, fr Oi'd give the poor paple Ivery thing they naded, ond thin Ol'd dooble the price av things to rich mln, so Ol'd not be doln on harrm to me troosts. ' But it Is whin ye'd see me castle that tho two oyes av ye would be xomplately dazzled. Oi'd build wan the loike av which was niver built since Solomon was afther constrooctln' his. Ol'd not make It ontoirely av gold, but Ol'd bate him In the soize av It. "They till me Solomon was the wolsest mon that iver lived. Now. if that Is thrue. Oi'm wondherln why the divll the paple turned down the Congressman from Utah. As for mesilf, Oi've always doubted the wisdom av ony mon that will thry to live w-th so many women." Schnlder nodded approval as he said: "Veil, dot vas shocst vot I tlnk." "Ol'd hov me castle." resumed Mike, "so big it would take a day to ride wance around It, and so tall that whin Ol got tolred av the shtorrms and clouds OI could sIp in me Illvator ond go oop to the top floor, ond wait In the bright soonshloe until the clouds down below me wint away. "Would Have a Stable, Too. "But the grondest av onythlng would be mo stable av lligant horses. Oi'd hov' the folnest wans to be found In this coonthry. or any other.' "But if you vas be so rich, dem volks dot you vas send to India vood come back und make var mlt you," suggested Schnl der. "'You can troost O'Rooney to get the blst av thlm some way," answered Mike. "Oi'd hov so many thousands av immense elictric fans around me grounds thot whin Oi'd set thim goln no army could get within twinty moiles av me." "Den you vas blow away your horses," said Schnlder. Mike looked decidedly perplexed for a moment; then a solution of the vexing problem presented Itself, and he said, tri umphantly: "Begorra, Oi know how OI could hold thlm down. Ol'd sind for Clavland to coom back, end sit on the stable, ond It's niver ony wind shtorm thot could move thlm thin!" Just then the clock struck off the nooc hour, and Schnlder called for a beer as ho helped himself to wiener-wurst and sauer kraut, and Mike started for "Slim Jim's." TOM. LITERALLY SCENTED OUT. Criminals Detected by Perfnmes and Apprehended. So Inflnltesimally slight are some of the clews that have led to the arrest and ultimate conviction cf notable criminals that one may not be surplrsed to learn that by the distinguishing and Inefface able odor of certa.n perfumes and scents murderers and thieves have ere now been brought to book for their misdemeanors. Probably the queerest case In this con- CARICATURE PORTRAITS - RICHARD CROICER, DEMOCRATIC BOSS OF NEW YORK. nectlon Is, says Answers, that of a no torious burglar who was arrested In Paris a few months back solely because he had a partiality for eucalyptus. The fac:s are these: An elderly lady awoke one night to find that the jewel box at the side of her bed was In the act of bemg robbed by a burly and closely masked man. The lady had the self-control to feign sleep and make a note of the fact that there was one distinguishing feature of the marauder. This was the strong odor of eucalyptus that pervaded his garments. As soon as he had effected his depar ture the woman rose and summoned a policeman to her assistance by cal ng loud ly from her bedroom window. However, her efforts were in vain, for on the ar rlcal of the police It was found that the bunrlar had disannMrrri ivith thn ladv-s I i i .- . . . j-es. Aor was me man captured ior ( a considerable period. Then, one after noon, there called at the office of a He brew pawnbroker lu a small way of busi ness a gentlemanly looking man. who was desirous of pledging a few articles of jewelry. Now, the broker had been supplied with a list of the articles stolen on the occa sion, and at once saw that the trinkets the present customer was intending to pledge were none of those that had been taken from the lady's jewel box. But he had read the story of the burglary and recalled the remarks of the lady anent the odor pervading the thief's clothes. Now, thlj man's garments also smelled of the fragrant oil. One would hardlj have considered this similarity such as to war rant the apprehension of the pledger, but pawnbrokers are a venturesome set of men, and the one referred to called a po liceman and gave the customer in charge. Nor did he err In so doing, for the man proved to be a notorious burglar, and Indeed the thief of the gems. The articles ho was am the point or pledging were the result of another burglary, and the chances are that the misdemeanant would have continuously evaded capture but fot the fact that, being strangely frightened by the universal epidemic Influenza he had resorted to a liberal use of eucalyptus oil. Ati even odder case in point Is one which halls from India. A merchant returning to his home from Calcutta Wok with hlra a small flask of spikenard, a colstly per fume used in Hindu religious rites. The unfortunate fellow never reached Ms home, for on the way thither he was attacked by a gang of poisoners, who killed him, and after throwing his body Into a rivet carried off his goods. Including the flask of scent. Months afterward th criminals. who had come under suspicion for other Crlin T-Wlt.'A1 nn Irtfnmnl ..l.ll t the police, when the strong ordor of the ! 2 ,1"' .1 P4""S " aDOU ne ; : .n -., .tJlTt .v. t t , dicated how the "masatchct- bostons" th! hJttrZ6lTJ ? their abode. , (baa hltes) "pooh-poohed" (shot), and rthS fcSSSh f 5v f n'Tny U"; ! then now" the "masatchee Indians" "pooh Il'1"?1 In one.r Poohed." and how he would "pooh-poh"' tri Xt V T owwveiT iea to the execution of three members of the THE DOGWOOD TREES. As In a dream I stand And watch the dogwood trees Whose rich magnolia bloom Freighted -with soft perfume. Is rustling in the breeze. Within bird-voices ring. And it is Spring. As In a dream I stand And watch the dogwood trees, A touch no painter knows Qt green and carmine glows Kesplendent as the teas Where tropic blosroms bow; Tis Autumn now. As In a dream I stand And watch the dogwood trees. In fleecy freights of white. Resplendent as the light. And hushed as melodies We hear In slumber-time; Tls Winter's rime. And bloom and blow and snow Hint passed for ages thus. Shall pass for ages still When low beneath the hill The crumbled dust of us Shall bear no fancy fraught With living thought. And others stand In dreams And watch the dogwood trees. Eternal Is their glow, Eternal as the enow. On Hood, with changes rife As our own llf Eva Emerr Dx. SAVED FROM SLAUGHTER INCIDENT OF INDIAN TROUBLES IN TERRITORIAL DAY'S. Proposed Extermination of Uxupqna Tribe Prevented by One Man's Grit and Determination. I am not a writer, and the following simple account of an adventure dining Indian times in Douglas County must take the place of what some gifted historian might have handed down to posterity had the affair terminated otherwise, Nor am I impelled by any adverse feeling toward any one in giving these facts to the pub lic, for I have never been boastful of th part I took, nor felt that any good end might be served by the criticism that a truthful recital thereof necessarily entails. But now that there seems to be a revival of Interest In Indian affairs, and as almost all the actors are gone, I feel that I have . been spared so long, being now In my j SOth year, that I now may spoak. In the Fall of 1S53, General Palmer, who was then Superintendent of Indian affairs In tho territory. Issued an order to con centrate the various Indian tribes In Southern Oregon, at points upon their MEN IN THE PUBLIC EYE lands, for the purpose of removing them to the Grand Rondc reservation. In Polk County, and I being personally acquainted with the General, he allotted this task to me, so far as It related to the Umpquas. Acting upon his instructions. I sjnt word by Indian runners, who promptly notified the Indians, and in a very short time, and without difficulty, I gathered together practically all of the tribe upon a piece of ground on the banks of the Umpqua River, near its junction with the Cala poola Creek, about three-quarters of a mile below my house. An unusually hard Winter having set In early, and the of ficials being engaged In the Rogue River War, it prevented moving the Indians, as haa been Intended, and they were left on my hands, with orders to Issue to them a certain quantity of beef and flour each flav. -. They had been quartered In this way for some time, when Hay B. Flournoy, con ceiving that the Indians were In the way of becoming hostile, resolved upon In vestigating the state of affairs, himself, and, uanttended. he went to their camp and to Tyee William, the chief of the tribe. The Umpquas should not be con fused with the Rogue River Indians, who were of a warlike nature, and lived prln clpally by hunting, but, on the contrary, they were peaceable and harmless, and lived almost entirely on fish and cam as and the seed of the tarwecd. which latter the squaws would gather by first burning off the other grass and theD shaking out the seeds into their aprons. When they got a handful, they would toss it over their shoulder Into a sack. The seeds were of a good size, and the squaws called It wheat- The camas was dug with a pointed stick, only the bulbs being used. Felt Xo Apprehension. This tribe, as I say, never had the repu tation of being warlike, and whatever alarm might have been felt at times over Indians In general, I felt confident that, unless provoked to a great extent, or desperate for their own safety, they would never give any Just cause for alarm. Tyee "William could speak but little Eng lish, and Flournoy could speak about as much Chinook, so their conversation was a mixture of both languages, supplement ed by signs and gestures. Flournoy be gan by deprecating the war In Rogue River Valley, calling the white men bad and the Indians bad. Tyee, not divin ing his errand, launched into the all-absorbing topic of military tactics. This was probably the first opportunity he had had to give his views of the war. and, of course, he was highly Interested Imme UHIH.IJ diately. He picked up an old deham- them both and everything else. I presume, if ho were the Flournov mn.tn, n:i this to be a threat to become hostile, and tried to dissuade Tyee not to go on the warpath, but. seeing that he made no impression on him, he actually offered him his cayuse ponies if he would not "pooh pooh." Flournoy left, no doubt surprised at not being molested, and went through Flour noy, Coles and Looklng-Glass Valleys on to Roseburg, where headquarters were maintained, spreading the alarm as ho wont, and Imploring the settlers to fortify themselves, for the Indians were about to break out, if, indeed, they had not al ready done so. A platoon of volunteers, under the com mand of Lieutenant . being a part of Jonathan Kenney's company, was at the time at Oakland, Or., marching south to take part In the Rogue River War. Oakland is on the Calapoola River, some 12 miles above its mouth, and "Jim" Pat ton and Charley Haight. who were sent as messengers to intercept them, direct ed the soldiers down the creek to where the Indians were camped. It was night when the messengers arrived, and It was agreed that the troops should attack that night. Ash and Jesse Clayton, two broth. ers living near Oakland, learned of their purpose, and. after trying to dissur.de them, without success, mounted their horses and rode ahead of the soldiers to warn me. The first Intimation that I had of their approach was a vigorous knock at my door. In the early morning, and a hasty 1 summons from the Claytons to get up. for the soldiers were coming to attack the Indians. I was alone in the house at the time, but I determined to save the Indians at all hazards. I felt I could rely upon the Clayton boys, yet it was three against 40 or 50. . We had no time to wait, for the sol diers were then crossing the creek ford and ascending the bank upon which my house stood. When the foremost became aware of our presence, almost simultane ously we heard the rattle of their musket hammers, as they drew them back at full cock. I cautioned them not to shoot, as we were friends, and asked them what they were going to do. The spokesman answered that they were going to at tack the Indians. I then explained to them that the Indians were in ray charge, and were not hostile or dangerous, but In spite of all my protestations and as surances they said that they had come to fight Indians, and. by G d! they were going to do It. I tried to dissuade them. when some one said that I was a renegade, and was staanding in with the Indians. This Idea seemed to take with them, and they started to push on by me. Straight to the Point. I was by this time considerably nettled and Indignant at tho outrageous proposi tion to murder the defenseless Indians, and, while feeling that it was at some risk to myself, I determined upon a bold plan. I asked them who their leader was, and, being informed that It was one Kern, although I may have misunderstood the name, I directed my remarks to him, al though he did not disclose his Identity, and told him that what was proposed was a cowardly thing to do, and that I would defy him and his men to make an at tack. I don't know all I said, but I became more fluent than on ordinary occasions. I didn't so much address the whole crowd as that imaginary leader who failed to show himself. m While abusing them roundly, I did not neglect to put facts before them, and, .before long, had drilled it Into them that the Indians were al most completely unarmed, and were the wards of the Government, under my pro tection; that I held myself responsible for them, and would go to the point of de struction to save them. The Clatons, during this time, had not spoken a word, but followed along, their guns in their hands. I don't know whether It was my eloquence, or that of those Kentucky squirrel rifles, in the hands of the Clayton boys, that brought the crowd to Its senses; at any rate, when I proposed that they should go back with me to my house and put up their horses and wait till morning, when I would take a committee of their number and show them that the Indians were unarmed, some one suggested that they would practically hold me as hostage until what I said was verified. I agreed to that, and we returned to my house. I was anxious to have a complete under standing with them, and also to have the Indians thoroughly understand the whole affair, so, as soon as daylight came, we -went to the camp of the Indians and gathered up all the arms belonging to them, and, with 10 or 12 of the most prom inent bucks, we all started to Roseburg, to lay the matter before the authorities. I rode ahead of the soldiers, and the Indians just ahead of me, and I was just beginning to feel secure, when up rode old man Reason Reed to me, and, in great alarm, suggested that the Indians might take It into their heads to run, and that then the soldiers would slaughter them. He was about to return to the soldiers and caution and implore them to use judg ment and not shoot, but I headed him off, and compelled him to ride with me, and not say anything to them, under pen alty of personal violence. Had Desired Resnlts. My threat was effective, and we pro ceeded to Roseburg, without further In cident, and had a hearing before Colonel Martin. I expected to be more heartily supported by him and to have the insti gators of the affair reprimanded, but In that. I failed. However, the Indians wer? permitted to return, without further trouble, and unattended by tho soldiers. I never could understand why they all appeared so lukewarm In rectifying the mistake that so nearly proved disastrous, but was privileged to learn later that Col onel Martin's private opinion was regard ing the state of the country, when he told me: "Why, the hills are full of hostile Indians, all about here." I joked him about It, and he confidingly said: "Well, we've got to do something to hold our jobs." Colonel Martin was the author ol the order "to take no prisoners." The Indians were moved away to the Grand Ronde reservation the following Spring, notwithstanding their great griel at being taken from their native haunts. That they felt great grief I know, for they told me, with tears In their eyes, that they would rather be burled where they were than leave the country of their childhood, and It was indeed a beautiful country then, with grass overtopping & horse's back, and fish and game In abun dance. NICHOLAS T. DAY. UNGAINLY BIRD ANTICS. Queer Appenraice and Funny A tions of the Adjutant. "The plainest of the large wading birds to bo seen In many of our zoological gardens is the adjutant, a native of In dia and Africa," remarked a naturalist to a Washington Star man recently. "Na ture seems to have designed him In an experimental mood, and. disgusted with her handiwork, to have turned him out unfinished. The young adjutant, with his bald head and beak like a pickax, is re pulsively ugly, and the melancholy gravity of his demeanor suggest that he has seen himself mirrored In some still pand, and the revelation is weighing upon his mind. "As he grows older, however, and be gins to take a lively interest In dead rats, the effect of the ohock to his vanity passes away. He becomes Jaunty nay, frivolous and In sheer lightness of heart attends dancing parties on the mud slopes of his inclosure, where he ducks and bow and kicks and scrapes, with half-distended wings, to the admiration of his feathered companions. All the cranes and e o:k3 are great dancers, and In the early pa ring season you may see really graceful terpsl chorcan performances In the paddock of any zoo where they are on exhibition. "An elderly adjutant practicing his steps all by himself is a spectacle the sympa thetic observer can hardly regard without mingled laughter and tears. He Is sc awkward, so ungainly, yet so cheerfully earnest about It, you are sorry for the deluded bird, and yet cannot refrain from hoping that the heart of the hen adjutant will be moved by the pathetic display of Inaptitude." TRANSVAAL LULLABY. Sleep. British soldiers, sleep! Boers watch and ward will keep! Close your eyes, weary strangers; Soon will come the Boer rangers. Silently around you creep. Lest they make undue disturbance. Lest they mar your pleasant visions Dreams of loved ones o'er the sea, Dreams of victories you sigh for. Rights of England you would die for Only first you must sleep. While the Southern cross bends o'er you. Saddest meaning In Its gleaming! Sleep, soldiers, sleep! AH too soon. O weary strangers. You must wake wake to die Or to "trek" at the Iwels Of the crafty Boer rangers. llary C BelL Question of the Hour. Mrs. Wickwlre Dear, what Is all thlj troifble about Porto Rico, anyway? Mr. Wickwlre Jt Is over the question whether they shall spell it "P o" or "P u e." Why don't you read the pa pers yourself, instead of asking me, when you see I am busy? Indianapolis Press. LOVE OF AN INDIAN MAID ROMANCE OF TA-KO-NE-TA, CHILD OF THE FOOTHILLS. Story of the North-west and the Pans' ingr of a Gentle Soal From Un requited Affection. Fulton Is In one of the great states of the Pacific Northwest. Surrounding It are eray foothills, and the town nestles in the valley at their feet In calm security. A narrow, shallow stream lazily flows through the place, reaching out for the lordly Columbia, ever following its majes tic course to the restless, surging ocean. The streets were white with alkali dust, and, although It was still early morning, when this story opens, the marts of trade were already active. Fulton was even then, in the early 'SOs, an Important place, -numbering 2000 to 3000 couls. When the copious rains of Winter came, the dreary-looking hills were cov ered with verdure, upon which thousands of sheep grazed. Upon their backs the wool that made their owners rich was ever growing. At this time Fulton had no railroads. CARICATURE PORTRAITS - TnOMAS C. PLATT, REPUBLICAN BOSS OF NEW YORK?. With teams had the stone and brick and lumber been hauled, by arduous toil, over crooked trails, and Western energy uad converted it into stone buildings banks and homes for the settlers. Back In the foot hills sturdy men tilled the soil and boun teous Nature had given them a generous return of golden wheat. Wheat and wool were the clilef products of this region. Within the town a wooden factory had been erected, and at the mill the farmers turned their wheat to flour. Like all Western towns. Fulton was cosmopolitan. Here were gathered men from every state and almost every clime. There were good elements and there were bad. The gambling hells, the dancehal s and the saloons all found a lodgment there. Two little churches, too, with their modest spires pointed heavenward, be spoke the fact that some there were who worshiped In "spirit and In truth." The Renervution. Leading eastward from the town was a trail, dusty In Summer, muddy In Win ter. It followed along the banks of the river till lost from view behind the giant cottonwoods that fringed the tiny stream. Five miles away was the Indian reserva tion. Here were the tepees of what had been powerful tribes, dwindled down to a few paltry hundreds. Long centuries befora the white man came had the na tions, then many thousand strong, held their undisputed dominion. Now they were "but remnants, and scanty at that. The gently soughing winds and the dismal howls of the coyotes at night were th? only music these children of Nature knew. After the blighting touch of alcohol and disease that came in the white man's wake, more fell than ever fell before in all the tribal wars. To a newcomer from the civilized Eat the sight of these gaudily attired Indians niuiuu3ijiit,LuiKtuE, iuEi.uci iucj n.iu Little Love! seen skulking silently about the town, with , their gay blankets draped gracefully abjut i With his tiny, dimpled hands, them, or standing like statutes at ths Bclldlntr mansions, castles grand, street comers, they were alv.ays Interest- ut o roc',a t6 straws and sand ing. Perhaps they seemed most startl.ng Blind Love! as they dashed madly along the trail. , Knowledge, kind, then touched his eyes, astride their tough little cayuses. And the child. In great surprise. The squaws and papocses always formed j Looked on rocks and trees and skies an attractive picture. Often might an In- Happy lxve! dlan mother be seen, with her papoose strapped to a board upon her back, croon ing her little one to sleep. Some times they found a seat upon a doorstep. Here would they sit and gently weave the.r bodies to and fro in the sunshine, ac- companylng the unlulatlons w.th the hum. f mlng of a monotonous lullaby. Among the Indian women there were' many who were really- pretty, even when Judged from the white man's standpoint. I There was one Ta-ko-ne-ta who was i charming In her native grace and beauty. ane usea 10 nae ner cayuse nuo wire ann trade the soft buckskin moccasins her little hands had wrought for merchan dise, and there was one place she visited of tener than the rest. i Arthur Downe. Arthur Downe had come from Boston four years before, with a few hundred dollars. He had established a small store and had thrived fairly well. He was a man of fine physique, and his frank, open face and pleasant ways had gained him many friends. To his store had Ta-ko-ne-ta often come. He had always spoken gently to the pretty Indian girl, and had several times given her little things from his stock. He did it from the kindness of his heart, and that alone, for he loved to add a little to the happiness of the world. To Ta-ko-ne-ta these things meant a great deal. Kind words, until she saw this handsome white, had been almost un known by her. To her untutored mind, the simple gifts were blessings such as a god might have given his worshipers. She Idolized Downe, but he never suspected it. Her heart quickened Its throbs beneath her dusky bosom, and she felt strangely happy whenever he was near. One day she brought him a token she had made a tobacco pouch of buckskin, daintily wrought. Oh, how many loving thoughts were entwined with every stitch! When Ta-ko-ne-ta handed it to him. she was in doubt; she feared he might not take her little gift. Her dark eyes glowed as he examined It. That he approved ot it and said It was pretty gave her joy. He never thought It was for him, how ever, and was about to hand It back, wheu Ta-ko-ne-ta managed to say, shyly: "For you; me make 'em." Downe looked, at the fresh young face, than which he confessed to himself he had seldom seen a prettier ono, copper-hued though it was. Ho was sincerely pleased with her offering, too. Hardly thinking what he was about, upon a sudden Im pulse he kissed her full, red lips. Per haps Downo ought not to have done this, but most men, similarly placed, would have done the same thing. Ta-ko-ne-ta. started back. That kiss sent a tingle through her veins. She experi enced a new sensation. To her Downe was no longer a god to be adored; he was the king of men. and she loved him with a pure and human love a love as soft as summer winds, as lasting as tho hills, as unrestrained as a "mountain torrent. Love's Dream. Oh. how Joyously she rodo back to the reservation! For her that night there came no sleep. She left her tepee and wandered down along the river. She j looked up at the distant stars twinkling j in the blue sky. but they were no brighter . than were the. eyes that gazed up at them. j She whispered her love to the spirits of the water and the air and the mountain. She was happy in the present; she could not read the future. ' A magnet draws the iron unto Itself. Hardly passed a day that Ta-ko-ne-ta did not visit the store. Poor child! she could MEN IN THE PUBLIC EYE not help it. She frankly acted out her nature, that was alL One day the tongues of gossip wagged, and Downe heard his name associated with that of the Innocent girl. She knew nothing of social dis tinctions. He realized that matters had gone too far. He told her kindly that she must not come again. He shrank from giving her pain; he did what seemed a plain duty. Downe's wish to Ta-ko-ne-ta became a binding law. After that she used to come and sit upon the steps across the way. She missed his actual presence, but she was happy even to see him at his work, to know that he was near. There was a true nobility in herpatlent. pa thetic self-sacrifice. Ira her Innocence, her Ignorance, she could not understand what harm there was in It all; but he wished It. and that was enough. She would patiently wait; It might come out all right In time. One night, as Ta-ko-ne-ta slept. Downe left Fulton. She did not know where he had gone, and no one tcld her. His clerk still kept the store open, and from this she Judged he would return. Many weeks passed before he came again, and when hj did he brought back a wife. One day Ta-ko-ne-ta saw the two to gether. No one needed to tll her what it meant: she understood. Like a delicate mountain flower touched by frost. sh drooped and withered. Dav by day she faded. In a few months the senile poul of Ta-ko-ne-ta winged its way m 5om where among the silent stars she had loved so well. It found rerose near the whito trpce of the Great Spirit. She died of a broken heart. CHARLES E. SAWTER. LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE. On a blak and dNroil day. STF&JFlSZ "$1 But his startled, wondering cries Turn to sorrow, as his eyes View the change that 'round him lies Thankless Love! . Knowledge tried to sooth the b Knowledge tried to sooth the boy "" a new and guttering toy; t his heart was dead to Joy- Foolish Love, "Give me back my castles gay. Where the fountains sing and play. And the skies are never gray." Cried Love. i Tr,,TO v , -. w.if I I Tou hae wisdom, oh. my child! Noble, true and undented" Faithful Love. Then he took his sight away. With the toys and trinkets gay. And went trudging on his way Unwise Love! If, while passing on the way. You should see him at his play. j oc hl3 blindness nothing say- Poor Love! Or he'll mock you and your light; Say 'tis darkness we call light; Vow he only sees aright Blind Love! JENNIE B. SHELLABEItGEIt. Uses of Salt. A strong solution of salt and water may be used to clean bedsteads. The cleansing properties of the brine make it efficacious. Willow furniture may also be cleaned in the same manner. Rub It with a nail brush, and dry thoroughly. Salt dissolved In alcohol will remove grease spots from cloth. Salt dissolved In lemon juice Is Invaluable for removing stains from the hands. Salt sprinkled about the garden walks and places frequented by snails will ef fectually remove those creatures. Ink stains In linen can be removed If they are first washed in a strong solution of salt and water, and then sponged with lemon juice. A brine of coarse salt and water will destroy weeds. ACROBATIC OCEAN COOKS HIRACLES WROUGHT IN GALLEYS OF ATLANTIC LINERS. Difficulty of Preparing: Food "Wlie Kitchen's Tsralag Tartle and Thlnss Are Topsy-Turvy. Cooking on the high seas Isn't so ex citing a profession as it was in the old days; but even now it preaenta problems and situations that would drive a lands man chef to despair. It is one thing to sit down in O-gnifled calm. In a hotel kitchen and compose a symphonic entree; and it'a quite another thing to clutch a rope swung across a kitchen that is trying to tura turtle, and to master an. entree that Is at tempting to dance a. can-can on top of a plunging range. It would be a happy thing ior stewaras and cooku it every disgrun tled passexeer on a transatlantic steamer could, in rough weather, be forced to pay e. visit to the galley and watch the efforts by which the meals with which he has been finding fault are prepared. The chances are that two minutes amid tha fumes and heat of tho gailey would reduce; him to a. state ot seasickness which would rob him of all interest in meale of any sort, but If he could wait kn? enough to receive a few menr.al impressions, ha would climb the galley stairs a humble and contnte traveler, and. In future, would say "please" to the stewards, beg them not to hurry about filling his orders, ad accept food fit to eat as a miracle wrought In his behalf. On the modern steamers galley arrange ments have been improved to a degree that would make an old-time eea cook open his eye3 in amazement, but even, under such conditions the cooking Is difficult work. In the first place, room Is neces sarily limited, and every inch of spaca must be made to count, yet a large num ber of cooks and assistants are employed. One of the large eteamers will have SJ men at work in its galley; and 30 men playing kapfrog about a microscopic kitchen and doing juggling feats with pots and pans and knives and rolling pins; white tho ship stands on Its beam ends, is a sight to bring tears to the eyes of a lover of a quiet life. On a Bis? Scale. In these narrow quarters cooking Is dona on a scale larger than- the ordinary saloon passenger realizes. The crew must be fed in port and out; so the cooks have from, 503 to 600 men on their hands every day of the year. Thenv during the voyage, tha steerage, second cabin and first cabin must be provided for. Tho steerage passengexa do not have on. elaborate bill of fare; but dbout 3000 small loaves of bread are baked for the crew and steerage every day, and that. In itself. Is no tcnall task. The very sight of the baker's dough trough is enough to discourage a faint hearted cook, for flour Is dumped into it by the barrel. One hundred and fifty barrels of flour melt away on a voyaga like Spring snow- flakes, and 20 tons- of potatoes dance merrily up the galley stairs to table, hand In hand with 20,000 pounds of beef. While 10,000 eggs, more or less sea. sick, follow wearily. Then 150 gallons oi fresh milk scorn the 1000 gallons of con densed milk stored beside it and advise the 1000 pounds of coffee to have nothing to do with it. The ghosts of countless chick ens, turkeys, ducks and fishes haunt tho larder where their slaughtered bodies hang In brundreds at a time. As for the inci dentals, no one but the head steward knows the tale of them. Imagine all this food prepared in an apartment-housa kitchen addicted to handsprings, and you have the steamer galley situation. Along the end of the room run tha -ranges. The ovens are d-'vlded into com partnrenrts which will hold firmly pans ot varying size". On top of the stoves a steel bar runs alois; the front and back, and separate cross bars may be clamped to these at convenient Intervals. Pots and kettle ar kcrproed In. In this (way. and to add to their firmness, each is clamped to a ctop bar with what looks like a large iron clchcnpln. All cooking utensils are TPfd mifh fiperer tlvn would be neces sary in ordinary cookimx. in order to avoid the spllllnp of the ccntewts In case of rough wnhpr. The mure cooper stock pots In whlrh wholesale boillns: !? done, are heated by steam: and all broiling 13 done ov an vp-n-vr nr'nl fire. The baker have a sena;cate cub'iy hole and oven for themselves: and beyord them Is a cold morn v-hr wifP"tlorv and rwp'ry are made. Everything Is fwet and gar nied In a fa ton to "tisfv the heart of a Dutrh hoiwwife. The whit" point Is scoured until It I? dT-Hre. The copper shint? rerMfnt but the smells! ya gods! the rrrellf! No Fine for Senilclc Men. Iit the s-aslrk man who hns held hl3 breath and plunged mrdly up the com panion way. to escape th deidly whiff of air coming fr"m the irnl'oy. Imagine that gust of odor intensified, concentrated, mixed with steam and smoke and multi plied by four, ard he may have soma idea of the atmo-phce down in the gal ley. A steamer kitchen is no place for any- one with a tendency toward seasick ness: and the first few vojages of a young cook's assistant are tortures beside which the sufferings of the martyrs fada Into insignificance. There isn't any fine glow of majesty about ,hls .martyrdom, and he doesn't set an atom of sympathy. His galley mates guy him, and his supe riors bully htm- He sounds a depth of seasickness, beside which the state ot the groaning passenger on deck in a steamer chair is rose colored and agree able. Often one voyage is all that ho can stand, and he bolts incontinently, when the ship reaches port, but if ha has the courage to suffer until he is thor oughly seasoned, he overcomes his qualms and is ready to laugh at the next green hand. Few accidents occur in the steamer gal leys nowadays, where innumerable pat ents and safeguards are employed. Once in a while a stock pot blows up from too much steam pressure, or a careless or unskilled cook is cut or burned or scald ed, but such cases are rare. Ropes ara stretched across in front of the ranges, and when the ship is plunging badly the cooks hold these ropes while working over the Are. Fortunately for the work ers in the galley when the weather la very rough a large percentage of the pas sengers lose their interest In food, so tna work of the cooks is lessened, and this fact offsets the added difficulty in tha preparation of the food. The galley is separated from the rest of the boat by water-tight doors, and can be shut off so securely that it Is practically Impossible, except in case of serious accident, fo? water to reach the fires and put a stop to culinary proceedings. "Bless your heart, we don't have any trouble now," said the chef of one of the new ships to a reporter. '"Tou have to be a bit of an acrobat and up to sleight-of-hand performance, but that's all. I've been a sea cook for 25 years, and I've seen some jolly messes In my d?y. Wa didn't have even a sample of the con veniences we have now, and the "boats weren't so steady, and whenever the storms were extra bad the water could come flooding Into the galleys and put out the fires, and then there was the devil to pay. "I remember once, when all the pas sengers who were able to be up sat around the saloon with their feet tucked up under them and the stewards handed around big platters full of roast beef. By Jove, they just took the beef and bread in their fingers. There wasn't any use trying to manage dishes; and I tell you getting that beef cooked was my greatest triumph. Many a time I've seen- tha first cabin passengers precious glad to get a bowl of Irish stew and some bread and butter.'1' New York Sun.
