POMONA I am tho ancient Apple Queen, As once 1 was so am I now. Forever moro a hope unseen, Getwixt the blossom and the bough. Ah, whore's tho river's hidden gold? And where tho windy grave of Troy? Vet come 1 as 1 came of old. From out the heart ot Summer's Joy. —William Morris. THE BOY BRAVES. "Why," said Uncle Jack, chewing the last bit of his toothpick into a wad of fibres, preparatory to shooting it into the fire. This was always the signal to the boys that he was ready to begin to shoot buffaloes and Indians. Uncle Jack was a grizzled veteran officer of tho regular army, and had seen much hard fighting on the frontier. "Why, yes," Baid he, "1 do know something about what Indians are good for as fighters, and for downright hu man courage, without any of the sneak ing, strike-you-in-the-back work in it, 1 think the Cheyennes stand ahead of them all." "But what Cheyennes? Where did it happen?" clamored the boys, who knew well enough that there was some special instance back of the general statement of Cheyenne bravery. "How did you little rascals know what I was thinking of?" he growled. "Well, in 1878 my command was sta tioned at tho Wild Rose agency. Tilings had been moving smoothly for a long time, but tho Indians were getting fat and saucy on government rations, and that state of things couldn't last. Every bravo had a good breech loader and a pony or more. Even the boys—wiry, saucy littlo rats—had their own guns nnd ponies, and the way they did run was a caution. "There wore two little chaps in par ticular who used to loaf around the post who had the most impudent black eyes and tho most stoical faces when they thought you wero watching them. They were handsomo littlo rascals, if they were dirty and lazy, and often they used to run races across tho parade ground to niquse the officers for a stake of army cartridges. They were the most fear less, nimble little monkeysl "Half tho time yon couldn't tell which part wns horse or which part was rider. Tho way they stuck to these little ponies in every position imaginable, now on this side and now on thatl They wero along the neck, under tho belly, heads almost dragging tho ground! They dropped their huts and picked them up again at a breakneck gallop. They fired their rifles until one hand until it made you think of Fourth of July in Bangor. They wero sons of Lone Wing, a chief. "1 got to watching for the little imps to come and show off their tricks, and missed them when they didn't put in an appearance; for a fellow becomes so lone ly out thero that he hankers after any kind of face he's used to, even if it is a dirty red face. "You know I haven't much use for a live Indian. Somehow, living outon ttie frontier, one picks up a prejudice against them. Many of the young Indians who hang about tho agencies doing nothing bccoino thioves and vagabonds, but I couldn't help admiring these two boys. "They stood by ono another like Damon and Pythias. Ono day some of the men coaxed one of them into the barracks and got him stupid drunk. That's an example of the way Indians are sometimes 'improved' at the agen cies. "Well, the other boy wouldn't budge an inch away until he took his comrade with him. He hung around him until after dark, and then managed to creep in while tho men were at mess, and actually lugged the sleeping fellow out, whistled up tho ponies, loaded him oil like a log of wood, strapped him on with a lariat and galloped off. "Tlioy had tho blood of the old sachems in them, and I do believe would have died for each other. I got to liko them as much as 1 possibly could like an Indian, and that would be about as hard for me as to like a rattlesnake. "Maybe you have heard that the gov ernment is not the best provider in the world, and tho Indiun department is a great doal moro uncertain than tho pay master or commissary of the army. Well, ono time the beef cattle were stampeded and run off by rascally Sioux, and tho other rations wore about a month behind time and things got to looking protty blue over at the agency. "We let them have all tho army goods we could spare, and Agent Pierson sent his scouts here and thero to pick up what beef they could lawfully, but be fore they could get a supply the redskins began to grow lean. "Some of the squaws and papooses that staggered over to the agency would hardly have made a shadow, and it is no wonder that petty depredations were committed. "First the agent's poultry went. Then somo ono got into the storehouse and carrtod off a lot of eastern canned goods the agent had for his own table. He de clared that ho would make the guilty ono smart if he found him. That night, to cap tho climax, a floor board was loosened from underneath and a piece of moat the cook had ready for breakfast was taken from the agent's kitchen. "The guard saw the thieves and fired on them, and by the flash of his gun rocognized them as Panther Tail and Four Toes, the two Indian boys. 1 for got to toll you about their names. Pan ther Tail was the 'totem' or manitou name of the older boy, and the younger ono was called Four Toes by the whites because in somo boyish adventure he had lost the little toe from his right foot. "When the guard came to make an examination there was the four toed track of ono of the barefooted thieves. •Afterward we heard that the boy's mother was sick from fasting. "The agent gave prompt orders to have the offenders brought in for pun ishmont, but the Indian police came back with the word that they were not to be found in the topee of Lone Wing. The wholo village was sullen over not rotting rations, and not only refused to give information, but threfftened ven geance if the boys were arrested. "It was time to show a bold front. There were enough hungry warriors waiting for rations to destroy ns all if they should go on tho warpath, and every one was armed. "Agent Pierson saw trouble ahead. Ho mustered all tho force of Indian po lice and scouts he had, and called for a detail of cavalry from the post. I was ordered to take my company, and the entire force, numbering 100, was put under my command subject to the agent's orders. "When we rode into the village there was not a soul in sight. We made first for Lone Wing's tepee. The old chief stalked to the entrance when the agent's messenger spoke to him. He said that his people were still.friendly, but refused to tell where the boys were. " 'Then we will search every tepee,' said the agent. "1 saw from the chief's looks and tho frowns on the glowering faces showing now in the doors of the adjacent tepees that there would bo trouble if we tried to do that. Finally the chief said if we would give him an hour he would tell where tho boys were. 1 advised the agent to accept this. 'They cannot get away on their half starved ponies in an hour,' 1 said, so it was decided to wait. "When we went back Lone Wing was ready to receive us. " 'Where aro the young thieves?' de manded the agent. " 'The Great Father drives his chil dren from tlieir bunting grounds to starve them, and then calls them thieves for not being willing to die like rabbits. The young braves are not here. The white chiefs will find them in tho hills waiting for them.' " 'They have left the reservation!' ex claimed the agent, his blood hot. 'Put spurs, captain, and overtako theml Bet ter send some of the trailers ahead to find which way they have sneaked off.' "I had a protty good idea wlioro we would find the hoys, and I Raid, 'I don't think trailers will be needed in this case. They aro not far off.' " 'Why,' said lie, 'where do you think they have gone?" "I pointed toward tho hills where two faint specks showed, and handed him my glass. Ho looked, and put spurs to his horse. " 'No need to hurry,' 1 said; 'they are not running away.' "And 1 was right When we got near enough to make them out clearly, there stood the two littlo fellows in warpaint and feathers, their ponies by their sides and their rifles in their hands. " 'What do the rascals mean?'said the agent. "But I understood it well enough. "Their Indian blood wouldn't let them suffer imprisonment or jiossibly a whip ping, and rather than thus ho degraded in their own eyes and those of the war riors of their tribe, they had resolved to court a warrior's death alone, outside the reservation, and thus shield tho rest of the tribe from sharing in the punish ment. "When we were within 800 yards of them they mounted their ponies and brandished their rifles, and 1 could hear their shrill, boyish voices in defiant tones shouting the war whoop of their tribe. Before any of us could get our breath they leajied to their ponies' backs and charged down toward us at a furi ous gallop. "I think it was a moment or two be fore any of us took in the audacity of tho thing—two Indian boys charging right into the ranks of 100 armed whites —but when they got within rifle range they opened our eyes by lying flat on their ponies and shooting straight at us. " 'Give the young imps a volley, cap tain!' excitedly directed the agent. "I hated to do it, hut there they came, riding us down and shouting liko all possessed. 'Aim high; fire!' I command ed the men, for I couldn't bear to slaughter the bravo little chiefs. On they rode, unhurt of course, right into our teeth I " 'Open ranks!' "They shot like wildfire through us and were out of reach before wo could halt and re-form. "I supposed all we would have to do now would be to chase the little rascals hack into the camp and deliver them over ns prisoners of war. But bless my stars if they didn't wheel as soon as they could, bringing their ponies to a doad stop, and with another whoop of defiance came charging hack up tho hill at us. "It was the most desperate exhibition of courage I had ever witnessed in a hu man being, red or white—a cool and grim determination to keep up the fight until they died fighting. "Pop! One of our horses was hit. "Pop! A cavalry man dropped his Winchester, hit in the arm. I dared not spare them longer. " 'Fire!' "Tho smoke of our second volley cleared away to show us two prostrate forms and a pony kicking its last on the earth. I shut my oyes. 1 did not want to see what I knew 1 must see. " 'Leave them to the coyotes!' growled the agent. 'No, drag their bodies back to the old wolf's den. I'll teach them a lesson 1' " 'Not by my command, Mr. Agent,' I said. 'I never faced any braver ene mies. They Bhall he buried with the honors of war.' "Oh, I'm so glad you were in com mand, Uncle Jack," little Ted cried, his lips quivering with sympathy. "Where did you bury them then, Uncle Jack? Not whore the wolves could" "Bless your life, youngster, I didn't bury them at all. Tho agent and his Indian police had gone buck by tho time the sergeunt with ids squad got the ?;raves dug, and when they went to pick hem up from beside their dead ponies I'll be courtinartialed if they didn't find two of the most lively corpses that ever played possum. The men hail tired low. "Before long they disappeared from that agency. Their education had not been of tho sort to make them peaceable and industrious. Very likely they have been fighting Uncle Sam sinco. But 1 couldn't hurt a liair of them."—J, F. Cowan in Youth's Companion. A Moat Unhappy Woman. "Mary Queen of Scots was a most utiliappy woman, wasn't she?" inquired a thin man of a friend 011 a Woodward avenue car tho other day. "Indeed she was," replied the other earnestly. "Queen Elizabeth was also a wretched creature, wasn't she?" "Very wretched, I should say, if his tory is to bo believed." "Then there was Catharine" "What are you driving at, anyway?" broke in the man who was being regaled with the names of the unhappy women of history. "I was just about to remark," contin ued the thin man, "that the name of the unhappiest woman in this world does not appear in history. Now I've got a sister-in-law named Martha Tabbs, and just at present she is the most wretched woman on the face of the earth." "What's the matter with her—chills?" "No." "Lumbago?" broke in the other. "No; but you see last week her hus band bought her a twenty dollar bon net" "And I suppose the twenty dollar bon net made her more unhappy than Mary Queen of Scots was when she discovered that her neighbor had ono that cost thirty dollars." "That was not it at all. She was as happy as a bobolink in a Juno meadow until she tripped and fell going up the front steps and fractured her skull. She is now lying in bed, unable to wear the hat, and by the time she can wear it it will probably be out of fashion. I tell you it is sad to watch her looking tear fully at that bonnet, which she has had adjusted to a bedpost. Talk about the unhappy women of history 1 Why, she is more unhappy than any ten of them put together."—Detroit Free Press. A I'olite Oii'l'B Quamlury. The old saying, "It pays to be polite," has been illustrated again in the Tacoma postoffice in favor of Miss Margaret J. Reese, tho stamp clerk, a pretty young woman of twenty-one. L. O. Landers, a grizzled, crabbed, one legged old fel low, has a fine farm on Valion island, near Tacoma. Although he lives the life of a hermit, it is believed that he is rich, for the Vashon frnit lands are among the most productive in the state, and his farm has been under cultivation for a number of years. He visits the Tacoma office every week or two, and ho always asks Miss Reese to get his mail, for she went to considerable trouble in looking up a letter for him once, and he thinks 110 ono else in the office is to be trusted. Some mouths ago, after she had handed him his mail, 110 laid S2OO in gold 011 her counter, saying, "That's for you." Be fore the astonished girl had compre hended the act ho was gone. She was so indignant that she wept, and when Landers returned she gave back the money, telling him she supposed ho had forgotten it. lie was much hurt,but later he left at a local jewelry shop an order for a diamond necklace and earrings for her, and in explanation he said to the shopkeeper that she was the only person who had ever spoken a kind word to him. Tho jewelry was refused also by Miss Reese, but Landers was not to be thwarted in his desire to make her un derstand his gratitude, for a day or two ago he stumped into the postoffice and, thrusting a paper into her hand, re marked that it was something she could not return. Miss Reese, 011 opening tho document, found that it was a deed for five acres of land, which, she has been told, is worth SOOO an acre. She is at present in a quandary us to what courso she shall pursue.—Tacoma Letter. Storing: the Pluno for the Summer. In connection with the subject of leav ing household goods for the summer, the advisability of storing the piano dur ing the summer months may well he considered. One of the features of the largest storage building in this city is n piano room, where the cost for storing a piano averages hut a small sum a month. If the instrument is really a good one it cannot he too carefully kept. Fully 90 per cent, of the pianos kept in this climate, it lias been estimated, become cracked in their sounding boards after the first year of use. These cracks are caused either by incompetent tuners or by the improper temperature to which they are subjected. The soundboard is the very life of the piano, and the greatest care should be used to see that It is not injured. COll - the heat of a city summer, and the fact that 1111 average temperature of 80 degs. will serve to ruin a good piano in a short space of time, it would lie well for many housekeepers to consider whether the piano cannot better be stored in a well kept piano room rather than left at home during the summer months,—Boston Advertiser. Women in Kxuuihiatloiis. Tho last report of the civil service commission presents interesting data for tho contemplation of the pessimists and conservatives regarding woman's status in the industrial world. In tho exami nations for copyist work half the men fuiled, and five out of every six women passed. For clerkships in tho classified departmental service every third man failed, but three women out of four passed. In the higher technical depart ments women scored another triumph In the proportion that passed. Of tho 8,475 men that wore examined 1,959 passed. Among 1,776 women candidates 1,417 stood the test, and the women did twice as well as the men. However, in the matter of appointments the balance of favor was of courso with the men. A Mew Saddle. A now variety of woman's saddle has made its appearance in England. The pommels are much wider than those of old. Much greater pressure is given to the thigh, and a surer and easier seat is said to result from it. Many womon in the habit of following the hounds have testified to tho advuntage of the change. The saddle weighs no more than one f the old style. FOR LITTLE PEOPLE. His Boy ul Hi Klin egg. On the 6th of May the little crown prince of Germany, eldest eon of the emperor, was ten years old. Now for this brave little fellow—and every one igrees that ho is a fine boy—for this little fellow to be ten means a great deal for him, a great deal for the kingdom and a very great deal for his father ) and mother, who love him. In the first place, from \ A\ this day forth he V* B t° have an in- dependent hou.se hold, with his ft 7 different tutors I I i\ IP an( t drill and rid | | 13 | ing masters, his fSRX* 11 "dHtary govern- or and I do not MlI ll know how many mlm. ' 1 °t^ iers besides. m, Ru Hu is never to '2&IJ, \ f xW( ll have any more L"5 \A ll nurses or govern- J5 esses, and, while ' 1 until ho was ten THE PRINCE. no one was per mitted ever to address him as his royal highness, now everybody is supposed to give him his title. But best and most delightful of all, especially to him who loves soldiers as dearly as any small boy among us, ho was on his birthday formally presented by his father to the First regiment of guards as their Crown Prince. I know how his little heart must have thumped, and I am sure before he left the palace his mother, the empress, must have looked at him with pride as he turned about and walked up and down before her with his brand new shining uniform and sword. No one in the kingdom and no littlo Indian out on our plains rides better than this fearless little prince. And what do you suppose I read about him too? That he loves to collect postage stamps just as much as any of you.— New York World. A Dainty Little Buttercup. A dainty and fascinating little crea ture monopolized much of the attention of the occupants of the reviewing stand near the Worth monument on Decora tion Day. It was a human buttercup— a littlo girl not more than five years old attired from top to toe in the golden hues of the buttercup. Her little frock of silken texture glistened in the sun light like a real dew laden buttercup. Her tiny shoes wero golden in color, and on the sprite's curly head was a jaunty little hat of yellow covered all over with buttercups. A sweet and roguish faco peeped from beneath the hat, and the restless activity and continuous prattle of the child gave some of the occupants of the stand more pleasure than did the procession.—New York Times. Ail Eloquent Girl Preacher. Fannie Edwards, the little girl preach er who, is creating such an excitement at Gosport, and who is but fourteen years of age. has been preaching for the past four years. Her home is at Louis ville. She r-lairas to have received her knowledge of the Bible by close study and prayer, and is conceded to surpass many divines of mature }*ears. While she is a Methodist, her father and mother belong to the Baptist denomination. She enjoys a romp with the children during her leisure hours, but is a power in the pulpit, and the church cannot ac commodate the crowd. lndianapolis News. Ned and Billy. We had a pet lamb named Billy, who had the range of our lawns. He would leave the most delicious clover to get the soft hand of Ned on his head. They would walk off together, talking as if they understood each other thoroughly. At any rate Billy resented the least meddling with Ned, but would lay his hard head on the boy's knees, and look up into his face with a world of uffec tion. I have seen them stretched on the grass together, with Ned's head on hi friend's woolly sides.—Mary E. Spencei in St. Louis Globe-Democrat For a rainy day a peanut party is quickly managed, and is great sport. Tho invitations may be folded small and put in a largo peanut shell. Each guest is provided with a bag, which may be quickly made by the girls with turletan, and worsted or silk drawstrings. The peanuts are hidden everywhere through the rooms, and a simple prize is given to the boy or girl finding tho most, with some grotesque one each to tho pair find ing tho fewest.—Mrs. P. 11. Welch in Brooklyn Standard Union. Shopping with Dolly. Tho nlr waa warm and tho clouds wero few. The birds were chirping and hopping; And ovcrything was pretty and new When Dolly and I went shopping. Our money bank was yellow and sweet With its dandelion dollars. So wo hurried away to Garden street To look for some cuffs and collars. V ' * , For a cap I bought her a great red rose, I'm certain it gave her pleasure, And for lady slippers to lit her toes I was careful to leave her measure; And I told the spiders to spin some lace As strong OH other folks make it. And to sew tho beads of dew in place. And then we'd bo glad to take it. —Eudora 8. Ruinstend in Bt. Nicholas. "Why, Willie, why nre you crying BO?' "800-hoo! Mamma won't let me have lay sugar on my honey."—Harper's Young People. CITIZENS' BANK OF FKEELAJSTD. 15 Front Street. Capital, - $50,000. OFFICERS. JOSEPH RIUKBKCK, President. H. C. KOONS, Vice President. 11. It. DAVIS, Cushicr. JOHN SMITH, Secretary. DIRECTORS. Joseph liirkheck, Thomas Ilirkbeck, John Wagner, A Rudowick, 11. C. Koons, Charles Dusln-ck, William Kemp, Matliius Schwabe, John Smith, John M. 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