The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-09
wAH-KI-KAw,s WHITE BRIDE
Annie Harris, SInitten With an Indian
Dude, Becomes His SQuaw.

Annie Harris, Smitten With an Indian
Dude, Becomes His SQuaw.
From the Philadelphia Neics.
Capt Stubs, a chieftan of the Kaw ma
ton, leaves Gloucester this week for his
reservation, and when he goes he takes
with him a pale-faced bride, who has left
her home in Philadelphia for his dear sake.
Several weeks since when Pawnee BINS
Wild West was located at the Gentlemen
driving park, near Belmont. Miss Harris,
who has been educated in Germany, aud
who, until two days ago, resided at Ninth
and Filbert streets, ATTENDED the exhibition.
She is plump, black-eyed girl of only Is
years, and, on the performance closing, late
in the afternoon, became separated from
her escort and found herself alone in Bel
mont Glen as the shades of nights were clos
ing around her. A little frightened at the
darkness and anxious to reach her home,
the young girl was fastening along the
path, when suddenly two men sprang from
the bushes and seized her arms. Miss Har-
ris struggled desperately for freedom, but
all to no avail
"Let me go, gentlemen. Please let me
60" she entreated.
The ruffians made no reply, and more Wig
orously than ever strove to drag her into
the bushes. Then she shrieked piercingly
and called: .
Help! Helpm
When Miss Harris uttered that cry she
DETECTED the whole current of her life, and
from quiet, retired Eastern girl her des-
tiny was changed to that of an Indians
squaw, whose children will be raven-haired
papooses, whose life,will be life of servitude
already begun, and whose possession of her
red-skin spouse will be shared by two Indian
squaws and negress.
At the girls loud shrek for aid a muscu-
lar figure sprang into the path. Buckskin
Joe, the famous western scout, had heard
the girls cries and was coming to her res
cue He took in the situation at glance.
One powerful blow shot her most formula
BILE assailant into the rivulet that winds
along the ravine, and a second later he had
the fellows companion by the throat and
was choking him into Inconsistencies. For
moment the two struggled, and then the
scout rose from the senseless form of his
antagonist and took Miss Harris arm.
She chung to him even after they had en-
tered the cars and overwhelmed him with
gratitude when he left her at her door. Daily
thereafter she haunted the Wild West
grounds, and when Pawnee Bill moved his
show to Gloucester she followed Buckskin
Joe there. The scout has a family in
Wichita, Kan, and he advised her repeat
eddy to stay at home.
Last Monday afternoon she visited the
Wild West again. The girl carried in her
hand letter for Buckskin Joe and she was
seeking a messenger to deliver it. Her
glance fell upon the brawny figure of
Capt. Stubbs," chief Of the Kaw nation,
whose Indian name is Wah-Ki-Kaw, or
"Gift Giver."
THE DUDE INDIAN.
The captain was the dude of the camp.
He wore countless silver amulets. He was
decorated with yards of bead circlets, his
rusty silk hat was bound by a crimson scarf
and gay ribbons streamed from all portions
of his clothing. He is nearly 40 years old
and his face was painted vivid yellow, and
his straight, black hair hung like storm
stricken mop about his head. To him Miss
Harris gave the tender missive.
Capt. Stubs pretended to deliver it, but
in reality made no attempt to find the
scout. Instead, he returned in few min
utes to feast his vision on the pale face
maiden's charms. He began an ardent WOO
ing with the impetuosity of a prairie fire
and, though he could only say How and
"Big Injun stuck on white squaw," Miss
Harris soon saw that he loved her from the
depths of his aboriginal heart.
When she came back on Tuesday she in
quired no more for Buckskin Joe. The
charms of Wah-Ki-Kaw had erased from
her mind the face of her dashing rescuer
and she cared only for the dude of the
Wild West.
A SIMPLE WEDDING CEREMONY.
On Wednesday last she consented to be.
come the bride IF her Indian, lover and tht
following afternoon they were welded by
the simple ceremony of joining hands and
pronouncing "Howl You my squaw!'
''You my husband"
Wah-Ki-Kaw Immediately fulfilled the
promise of his name. He became of g
verify ''gift giver," for he presented all
the articles of his personal adornment to
friends in the camp. He is somewhat
jealous of the handsome white scout and
announced his intention of leaving with
his squaw for the reservation of his tribe
on the Arkansas river without delay.
But first, in order to have all in accord
ance with law, he intends purchasing q
marriage certificate, and will have grand
solemnization of the marriage at the close
of the performance next Thursday after
noon. The two ponies he owns in his
country have been telegraphed for, and one
ing the ceremony.
Meanwhile Mrs. Wah-Ki-Kaw sits in her
lords tepee, under the critical eyes of hall
dozen squaws, hemming bandana handker
chiefs, and all unconscious of the fate in
store for her after the journey is over
Pawnee Bill says that Capt. Stubs has al
ready two squaws of the Pottowattamit
nation in his lodge on the Arkansas banks
and in Wichita buxom negro wench whom
Gift Giver" lariated several years ago
awaits his Homecoming.
The captain, however, has told his pale
faced bride that he is a widower whose
age is but 25 years, and that the law of hi:
nation permits but one squaw. He has
since his informal marriage started a sparse
moustache on its weakly way, and spends
his time in glaring jealousy at the straight
and athletic Pawnee chiefs who crowd
around his tepee to steal glance at the
beautiful white maiden he has won for his