New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-06-02
NEw-YoRK DAILY TRIBUNE SUNDAY JUNE lsorwENrY PAGES

when he hears voice outside In the rain 1t Is the
voice OF woman. She wants shelter for the night
He turns back the flaps Of the tent and figure enters
In the dark he barely discern its outlines but he
knows 10 Is that Of q wornan-snd young woman at
that.
"You want shelter for the night,'
eyes,
@But Pm here all alone and have but one cot"
"Haven't you a blanket TO sparei Pll lie down on
| the gTound.'
He feels himself blush In the dark but he reights
the candle and by its Pickering flame Discovers girl,
not much more than eighteen, dressed neatly, With
trim figure and q face every feature OF which DO
speaks not only innocence but frmness OF character
as we'll. She hesitates moment, and then she adds:
al have lost my way among the tents. My fathers
is somewhere over yonder" Indicating the direction.
"Dout You know any ono around berol"
"No, We only got here this afternoon"
@weil I'll give you my cot aud SEQ II can't sleep
somewhere else'
"No, won't do that-that wouldn't be far"
"Dut you can't sleep in my tent-with--'
"If you take the mattress of the cot and put It on
the floor, Il would give us moro room"
The situation Is becoming decidedly embarrassing
TO the young man. The girl seems 10 think 10 Is the
most natural thing In the world She throws the
mattress on tho ground she fxes the pillows and
spreads the BLANKETS; sho takes of hor shoes; she
unloosens her hair; she blows out the candle
Of the world look incredulous That girl is type.
Her courage, her self reliance her contempt for forms
may smack Of the Far West, II certainly has no
Eastern favor. But only hero, admit. under condt
tions like those that exist could such type grow
up You wish 10 obtain true conception of char
acters such as you meet In communities like this Set
sQueamtShness aside and paint them as you find them.
This is one Young women Ike that prootr~ader
employed by @The ovelsnd Monthly" who turned up
her rose at The Luck Of Roaring Camp becanse TO
her 1t appeared indecent, rreligous and improper
will turn up their noses at this Oklahoma
girl, If perchanoe they should read Of her. But let
me tell them, that NO purer more innocent womau.
rose the next morning from her bed than did this
same girl And So once more say:
Houi soft GUT NAL ponse!
MY landlord here prtdes himself upon keeping a
hrst-class hotel and upon giving his patrons the
squareSt" meal ia Oklahoma I suppose he does.
know never enjoyed meal better than the other
day when came here from Fort Reno after ride OF
twenty five miles on horseback in tho binding dust
and under the scorchng rays Of the sun. At the fur
ther end OF the big tent. among children tumbllng
about In tho sand and boxes chests and barrels piled
up Unfortunately in every direction, stands the
rckety old stove upon which our meals arc prepared
At the other end of the tent two long tables with
benches all knocked together hastily Of rough pine
boards, around which gather daily tho "boarders-'
1t Is miscellaneous crowd. At my left SITS the fel
low who throws the dice for the gambling house across
the way. He has somewhere picked up black
broadcloth coat undoubtedly the properly once Of
clergyman for buttons close up 10 the chin and II
has no tUfueddown collar. Tho odor OF sanctty
which once may have hung about that garment has
long ago departed ard in It's place you are greeted
with the reioence Of stso whiskey. stale tobacco,
and still staer politics. To see cartridge belt and
revolver strapped about this long tailed coat SIGHT
to awaken reflections. AZ my right Is Member OF
the Council OF Ten-mos venerable than Venetian
Seignor with his long grizzly beard. hts shaggy white
eyebrows and bald pate. He has way OF laying
aside hts revolver during meals and placing II on tho
table beside him. II an uncomfortable feeling that
steals over you at first when you thing like this
done but you get used TO II. Ny friend Is reported
TO more real estate than any other man In the
settlement and he must, for he carries fair proper
ton OF It about with him under his hngcr nails.
Across the table sits the Colonel who wanted to raise
geese the BraLos River In his woollen shirt and
yellow corduroy Jacket, Beside him the editor Of
the local paper handles bis knife and fork e an
pert Whom he Is not eating he is engaged In boom
ing the town and his sheet II there is q thing he
doesn't know all about. I'd like TO hear of #. He
doesn't give mo chance, however To hear him talk
you might beste that no carried about with him IN
his breeches pocket the mayor the council tho whole
polee force nom he chief down 10 tho deputy
shall appointed this morning, who sits at the foot OF
tho table
There are no walters and everybody helps himself.
The Z" lady OF the house, occasionally hands you a
dish II the baby in her Will let her. but morc
frequently she doesn't Outside the tent arc always
gathered people awaiting their turn
Gentlemen the next time you call Wen have
finger bowls and Napkins" says the landlord And
of course you laugh, as you rise and drop into his
outstretched hand half dollar.
There is q gentleman IN our party who answers
10 the name of sullivan. He is siudlous looking,
pale and dyspepto. lie wouldn't hurt ay II ho
could
The other day an old Ponca Indian strayed into
camp sullivan knows how to talk Ponca-at least
he thinks he does. So he says:
Howl
How" grunts the Indian
Then there is deep silence. At last Sullivan pipes
out:
"My name is Sullivan
Tho Indian for q moment seems thunderstruck-at
least f,s an Indian After the lapse OF & minute
during which he carefully surveys his new friend from
head TO foot he exclaims
"You man--nghh with nsti'
Collapse Of Sullivan. Great hilarty on the part
Of the bystanders General dosIre expressed TO send
the news 10 Boston.
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