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
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and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor
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•* Castoria is the best remedy for children of u Our physicians In the children's depart
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destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, products, yet wo are free to confess that the
morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful merits of Castoria has won us to look with
agents down their throats, thereby sending favor upon it."
them to premature graves." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY,
DR. J. F. KINCHELOB, Boston, Mass.
Conway, Ark. ALLEN C. SMITH, Pres.,
The Centaur Company, 77 Murray Street, Now York City-*
BOOTS AND SHOES.
A Large Stock of Boots, Shoes, Gaiters, Slippers, Etc. Also
HATS. CAPS and GENTS" FURNISHING GGODS of All Kinds.
A Special Line Suitable for This Season.
GOOD MATERIAL! LOW PRIGES!
IBETXG-H nvr A T.T.O^
Corner Centre and Walnut Sts., Freeland.
s. RUDEWICK,
Wholcsulo Doulor In
Imported Brandy, Wine
And All Kinds Of
LIQUORS.
THE BEST
Beer,
Bcrter,
Brown Stout.
Foreign and Domestic.
Cigars Kept on Hand.
S. RUDEWICK,
SOUTH HEBERTON.
PETER TIMONY,
BOTTLER,
And Dealer in all kinds of
Liquors, Beer and Porter,
Temperance Drinks,
Etc., Etc.
Geo.Ringler&Go.'s
Celebrated LAGER BEER put
in Patent Sealed Bottles here
on the premises. Goods de>
livered in any quantity, and to
any part of the country.
FREELAND BOTTLING WORKS,
Cor. Centre and Carbon Sts., Freeland.
(Near Lehigh Valloy Depot.)
A. RUDEWICK,
GENERAL STORE.
SOUTH HEBERTON, PA.
Clothing, Groceries, Etc., Etc.
Agent for the sale of
PASSAGE TICKETS
From all the principal points in Europe
to all points in tho United States.
Agent for the transmission of
MONEY
To all parts of Europe. Checks, Drafts,
and Letters of Exchange on Foreign
Banks cashed at reasonable rates.
E. M. GERITZ,
33 yours in Germany and America, opposite
the Cent nil Hotel, Centre Street, Freelaed. The
Cheapest Repairing Store in town.
Watches, Clocks and Jewelry.
New Watches, Clocks and
Jewelry on hand for the Holi.
days; the lowest cash price in
town. Jewelry repaired in
short notice. All Watch Re
pairing guaranteed for one
year.
Eight Day Clocks from 53.00
to 812.00; New Watches from
■ St.oo up.
E. M. GERITZ,
Opposite Central Hotel, Centre St., Frr el and,
GO TO
Fisher Bros,
j Livery Stable
FOR
FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS
At .Short Notiee, for Weddings, Parties and
Funerals. Front Street, two squares
below Freeland Opera House.
~ CTDTROHRBACH,
Dealer in
Hardware, Paints, Varnish,
Oil, Wall Paper, Mining
Tools and mining Sup
plies of all kinds,
Lamps, Globes, Tinware, Etc.
Having purchased the stock
of Wm. J. Eckert and added a
considerable amount to the
present stock I am prepared to
sell at prices that defy compe
tition.
Don't forget to try my special
brand of MINING OIL. '
Centre Street, Freeland Pa.
H. M. BRISLIN,
UNDERTAKER
AND