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THE HILLS OP SONQ.
IjoI 1 have fared and faxed araln,
far op and down the way of men,
And found no path i strayed alone
) Aa happy a tho hilla of aon.
. Am In the day when time began
; Are played the merry pipes of Pan.
" ' And never rises note of wrong
Upon the happy hill of sonic.
There u no frost of dunbl to Ulisthti
"j The snn of faith sheds lustrous lichfc
To peace and joy the hours belong
Upon the happy bills of sons.
Then ho! who will, and follow mul
Through flowery meads the path shall be.
Pear not the way is steep or long
Onto the happy hills of sock
. . Lao! I have fared and fared again.
Far np and down the ways of men.
And found no path i strayed along
' As happy as the hills of song.
Clinton Bcollard in Harper's Bazar.
AN APACHE CHUM
Never go chumming with an Apache.
"Ton smile at such strange advice? Well.
1 might have smiled at it once' myself
-But we are all creatures of circumstance,
and I was a tenderfoot then anyway.
This is how I chummed it with my little
Indian:
I was Swinging my red and bine clubs
ander the pepper tree at the back of the.
railroad station. This I did because 1
' had theory that, exercise was good for
man living on a desert. The lazy Mex
icans, and most of the Americans there
abouts, had no ruddy glow on their faces.
They were all sallow. What I wanted
was a ruddy glow
My red aud blue clubs circled about
very prettily that day, and the ruddy
flow came; alsp a dripping epidermis
and a big desire to sit down in the shade
of the pepper tree and blow tobacco
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.
As soon as I dropped my clubs a squeal
t diBgust went np from somewhere,
and as I turned about 1 saw a email,
brown head dart behind a cactus lined
-rock.
1 said nothing, but leaned back on my
eat, pulled my sombrero down over my
face, and shammed sleep, with one half
closed eye on the rock and the big cac
tus shrubs. No use. You cannot get
aa Apache out of his hole that way.
Next day, with my beautiful exercise
theory still bristling in my brain, 1
turned quickly, while in the midst of my
rlnb swinging, and saw the wide open
eyed and gaping mouth of the cunningest
little savage I had ever beheld. He
aprang about and fled behind the rock,
but not too quickly for me to read "XXX
family Flour" in large red letters on his
back. His one short garment was a sack.
with holes cut through it for his head
and arms.
"Come, Tads," 1 cried, christening him
ia that fleeting second with a name that
stuck to him all his life, "out of that"
And 1 jumped behind the rock, swing
ing an open hand that did not grasp the
Boar sack, as I had intended it should.
Where was the wee savage?
Like 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,' 1
thought, as 1 looked at the pricky cac
tea, but 1 did not know then bow Apa
ches put np with such small irritations.
Hot wanting to give the boy unneces
sary torture, I went back to my clubs.
Throwing my eyes about again 1 caught
mother fleeting glimpse of the brown
head as it dodged behind the rock.
Tads must have been disappointed
Btext day. for there was no club swing
ing nnder the pepper tree. The duties
of telegraph agent lay too heavily upon
me and the sun lay too heavily upon the
desert. 1 saw Tads steal away from his
lair about two hours after my usual ex
ercise time aud walk down the sand
nits witn a.dejecteu air, bis one gar
ment flapping in the hot wind.
, A wild nature like his was proof
against such snares as the toothsome
confection, the golden orange or the
mealy peanut. I found that out by trial
in the course of the next week. But an
old jack-knife won him over. That was
something his Apache mind could grasp.
-It was a greater delight to him than the
Tea and blue clubs. Sworn friends from
"that day were Tads and L
His talk was a ridiculous mixture of
English, Spanish and Apache, and his
voice was very throaty. But 1 under
stood him. Indian-like, be said little,
It was therefore easy to get along with
him. He would sit for hours on a high
tool listening to the "tunk-tunk-tunk"
of my sounder. The telegraph was an
awful mystery to him at first, and it
squelched his imagination, bnt he solved
...-the problem at last. A man away off
over the mountains spoke with his finger
to me, and 1 spoke bck to him. That
was his idea of it, and it was not such
.bad one either. The hnmminga of the
wires overhead were the voices of people
with ponderous fingers, but they were
not of this world. .
How the cowboys laughed when they
saw Tads and me ra the station!
, "That tenderfoot's a queer one," they
said of me.
The despised Apache could not crawl
into their hearts no, not even IT he were
- six-year-old.
"He'll steal everything the tenderfoot'
' got." they pleasantly averred. But he
did not.
sar When Tads left the station of an even
ing his little brown feet pattered straight
over the roads to - the wickiups, a half
mile away. . In time he wore a narrow
trail over to the huts.
"Pitty veil." was what Tads would
grunt to me every uay when ne came
- shyly into the oiHce and 1 greeted him
with a friendly How-d'e-do?" Then he
would shrug his shoulders in a way that
wrinkled the three' Xs into such be
wildering folds that yon could not have
read them unless yon had known, what
they were beforehand.- '
One day. while he was meandering
about the place, grunting quietly to
tiimself, he npset one of my battery jars.
"Tads." 1 cried angrily, .for the des
ert's breath, was hot npou me and was ir
ritating enough, let alone epilled vitri-.l.
you're a little beast! Skip out of an..-.
or 111 take a stick to your
Then arose a great howl from Tans.
and he kept on howling until an Apache
woman came over the sands from the
wickiups and gathered him np in her
arms. She was his mother. She eyd
me suspiciously, and walked away with
her highly demonstrative burden. i
Of course 1 regretted my hot language i
and wanted the little beggar back again
It was so lonely there on the desert. The ,
wires wailed so heartbrokenly, while the
snn beat down so fiercely in the daytime
and the coyotes yelled so dolefully .it
night. How he had crept into my heart,
to be sure!
It was several days before we were on
satisfactory terms again. Tads wanted
to be a white man. : He wanted to ra.-i Ice
talk marks" on "pupper" with a feather
1 sometimes used a quill pen, be it re
marked and he wanted to speak with
his finger. Well, I did manage to teach
him a few letters from a railroad poster,
and he learned to drawl out "T-a-d-s" in
droll way. With perseverance that
was really startling 1 afterward took
him in an uncertain way through a page
or two of "Can you see the fat ox," and
bo on, wherefore his heart was glad.
Ill be w'ite mans, heap sure, he de
clared in his bullfrog voice after he bad
accomplished this wonderful feat.
Great distress racked Tad's soul on
the fatal day when the wickiups wore
taken -4own and the tribe mounted its
mustangs to go over the hills. The
Apaches had to search all over the sta
tion to find Tads. At last they hauled
him forth from under my bunk, scream
ing like mad. Of - no avail were his
screams, of no avail was bis cry: "Me
yanter stay wid him! Me yanter be w'ite
mans! '
Apache papas are unbending and
Apache mammas are inexorable. Away
they whisked Tads, leaving behind him
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 I had made of him, "and
he'll be a shining light among those dev
ilish people of bis. If we had a few more
like him to pnt among them, the Apache
question would settle itself and we conld
set our soldiers to hoeing corn.
Then 1 took np the restless life ot a
city man, and a big and busy railroad
office claimed a good share of my atten
tion 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 sure. In its shade sat
u cavalry sergeant with a half-dozen of
his men about him, and m their midst
were three Indian prisoners, who were
being taken to the fort to be shot.
Thy were fierce looking fellows, those
three savages. There was one the young-
est wno was a peneci aemon. me soi-
diers said.
Killed three women and two babies
down at Mustang Wash last Tuesday,'
said the sargeant to me; "just after one
of them had given him his breakfast
too. He's a young one, not more than
seventeen, 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 name? Blessed if 1 know, said
the sergeant "What do yon call your
self, young one?" be asked, giving him a
not too delicate poke with the toe of his
boot.
Me? Why. my name's Tads!" grunted
tha boy.
"Talks pretty good English for a wild
devil who has been over the Mexican
border so long, doesn't he?" asked th
sergeant, turning to me. -
But 1 raid nothing. Frank Bailey
Millard in Argonaut.
A Green Rose.
A specimen of the natural curiosity, a
green rose, is described in The American :
Garden as being in size equal to the La
France or Bon Silene. It is very double, j
being a rosette of fine leaflets of a faintly j
pinkish green hue, and consequently in- j
conspicuous in appearance. The flower .
has a pleasant fragrance. Among so
large and brilliantly colored a family as
the rose this green member is hardly to
be considered worthy of cultivation. It
is, however, very interesting as a bo
tanical specimen, for it is an excel
lent example of the fact that our most
prized flowers all depend upon their
colors in being more than a mere mass of
leaves, as this, besides a slight variation
in shape and size, is the most that dis-:
languished the petals of flowers.
Reason Knocked Endways.
Mr. Borem (buying a railway ticket)
What became of tne ticket seller who
used to be at this window?-
-Ticket Agent He's in a . lunatic asy
lum. - "You don't say so! What drove him
crazy?"
"A shock."
"Shock, ehr '. - '
"Yes. One day a man came to ' his
window, bought a ticket, paid for it,
and walked off without stopping to ask
a string of foolish questions." Good
News.
Ended Well.
First Newsboy What did yr see at
det'eater?
Second Newsboy , A play called
"Hammerlet," by a feller named Shake
speare. "Good?"
- "Well, ther wos lots o killin' in th
las' act." Good News.
A Pull Tliat Told.
' "Yes," said the defeated frontier poli
tician, "Dick Redeye had the pull, and
it warn't no use buckin' agin him."
"What was the pull?"
"His gun." New York Epoch.
. We All Believe It.
Howells Do you . beHeve
in a freer
coinage of silver? ' -.
Dashhard Foore 1 believe more in a
freer circulation of it. Jewelers' Circu
STARTING A BOYS' CLUB.
Kindnesa-frsa a- Waamaa. Did What P
, lice ism's Clubs Had Failed to Do. '
It was in-the fall of 1878 that the
SSSiSSST
street enjoyment, began to amuse them
selves by throwing stones through the
windows of the Wilson mission at 125
St. Mark's place, and by jeering at the
various people connected with it as they
passed in and out of the building.
These customs proving in time both i
expensive and annoying to the ladies!
and gentlemen connected with the mis-1
sion, and complaints to the police de- j
partinent oniy resulting in a temporary '
cessation of . hostilities whenever the i
lynxeyed policeman on the beat ap- i
peared, and as long as he remained in j
sight, one of the ladies determined to ,
try the soothing effects of coals of fire.
poured metaphorically upon the heads
of the offending boys. So one evening
she answered an especially irritating
volley of stones by appearing .on the!
dooratepa, and taking advantage of a j
momentary lull in the cat calls' which
her . appearance had excited, asked the
boys if they would not come in and
have some coffee and cakes.
Visions of "cops," with big crabs, be- j
hind the door naturally occurred to the j
nunas or the prospective guests; but
when a few of the more venturesome had
sidled in. anil no attacks, apparently,
had been made on them, the others
took courage and followed them, to find
themselves quietly welcomed to the sim
ple repast which the lady had plen
teously provided as the most practical
form in which to administer her coals
of fire. Every one bad as much as he
wanted, no reference was made to' the
cause of the broken glass, and each boy.
was treated with a kindness and courtesy
quite unexpected, in view of the fact
that within a few moments he had 'been
engaged in smashing bis hostess' .win
dows. .
When the supper had all been ab
sorbed the boys were sent forth with a
pleasant good night to ruminate on their
evening's experiences, and to decide
which part of the evening had been the
more enjoyable defacing the exterior of
the mission building or being treated
with kindness and courtesy within its
walls, and their decision soon became
apparent, for the boys were Boon back
again, not for coffee and cakes, bnt to
ask if they could not come in and play
games though there was little in the
rc m but an atmosphere of kindness and
good breeding. Evert Jansen Wendell
in Scribner'B.
Lost In Her Own Pockets.
It is seldom that a woman loses any
thing in the pocket of her own dress, but
such a thing actually happened to a very
clear headed and methodical vonnsr
woman whose residence is in Baltimore.
hnt whnsn mininra and c-ninsra enenm-
pSiBS nearly every civilized quarter of the
globe. Some time ago Mrs. C missed
her pocketbook, containing a consider
able sum of money. A careful search
through her own cozy establishment
failed to disclose its whereabouts. The
household servants were all well known
and trustworthy, and there were no cir
cumstances that even suggested theft.
; The loss was discovered soon after a
' visit . to this city, and advertisements
j were sprinkled plentifully among the
i newspapers.
j The missing pocketbook persistently
1 continued to be missing in spite of all
! efforts to discover it. After a while the
I circumstance of its loss was forgotten.
I A newly planned trip necessitated the
i overhauling of the young woman's ward-
I robe, and by the merest accident the lost
article was found reposing in the pocket
j of a handsome traveling dress. "Why,
: it seems to me that I felt iu that pocket
when 1 was searching," exclaimed its
i owner, looking at her husband with a
: why-didn't-you-tell-me expression upon
' her face. "Yes, dear," said he sympa
; thetically, "I know that I felt for it."
New York Times.
Information for Bald Men.
It has long been said that whosoever
shall invent a means" to make the hair
grow on the heads of bald men will
make a fortune beside which the mil
lions of all other patent medicine pro
prietors will pale into littleness. Per
haps a barber has hit upon the plan for
solving the problem and making the
fortune. ' " .
He says that the recent successful ex
periments in skin grafting reveal a sim
ple manner in which any bald man may
get a full head of hair. There need be
no pain during the process, because the
use of anaesthetics will overcome the
hurt of the surgeon's knife in removing
the bald scalp. All that the candidate
for a new head of hair must endure will
be a stay of two or three weeks indoors
while the new scalp is growing in place.
As to the' question whether, the -new
Bcalps must come from dead men or live
men, the barber suggests that this will
be merely a question of ' expense, for
plenty of poor men will gladly sell their
scalps if they can find purchasers. New
York Sun.
Pursuit of Knowledge.
There is said to be an old negro in Tal
bot county, Ga., who learned to spell in
a curious way in slavery times. His
owner lived in a sparsely settled neigh
borhood, and he, being a small boy. was
sent along to accompany the children to
school. The teacher would not allow him
to go into the schoolroom when the pu
pils were reciting. This aroused his ca
riosity, and he would stealthily approach
the door and repeat after the spelling
class until he could spell every word in
Webster's blue back spelling book before
he knew the alphabet. He now reads
and spells very well. Boston Transcript.
The French Accent.
The settlement of the position of the
French accent was recently attempted
in France by means of the phonauto
graph, the measurement of the record
being made by a tuning fork. , It was
found that even in the shortest syllables
the ear is capable of not only hearing the
tone; bnt of detecting fine shades and
differences in the mode of pronunciation.
. New York Times. .
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