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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.