WITH THE BEST INTENTIONS. 



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ing which White Dove scampered 

 across the prairie as fast as Cayenne 

 could carry her. 



The commanding officer, after try- 

 ing unsuccessfully to disperse the 

 gathering, waved his handkerchief 

 and a troop of cavalry trotted round 

 the corner of the quartermaster's 

 warehouse and formed into line. Con- 

 trary to expectations and habit, the 

 Indians did not take flight, but stood 

 their ground. 



While the interpreter was giving 

 them the last word, White Dove's 

 voice, blithe as a spring morning, was 

 heard, a shout went up and a break 

 was made to where she was ambling 

 along, driving Long Hair and 

 Straight Oak in front of her, the for- 

 mer looking very foolish and scared, 

 the latter most unnecessarily fierce. 



Half-crazed by jealousy, by working 

 on her fears and love, he had induced 

 Long Hair to run off to an uncle in a 

 neighboring village, to remain till he 

 could visit the Crow village for the 

 acquisition of ponies. But he count- 

 ed without an aunt, a worthy woman, 

 who, considering that a full tepee 

 needed no more occupants, started 

 Long Hair for home at early dawn. 



"I did it with the best intentions, 

 Colonel," said Mr. Pyne when re- 

 proached with interfering with Yel- 

 low Wolf's domestic affairs. 



"Intentions be d d !" snapped 



the Colonel. "Did you ever hear of 

 a place that is paved with good inten- 

 tions? Now, if you will work off 

 your infernal philanthropy on some 

 other tribe of redskins, I shall be 

 greatly obliged to you." 



I WISH MY PA WOULD COME. 

 One of the Special Prize Winners in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



