St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-01-06

murder US if they found we were trying
to hide her. My sister protested against
the cruelty Of turning the half-clad
squaw out of doors, but her husband
declared his aversion to losing his scalp,
and said she must go. The yelling of
the drunken Indians came nearer and
nearer, and sister finally told Bessie
that she would have to 60
She refused-"Me not co." The
men had to lead her out of the
house. and when she saw that sho
could not remain, she turned upon Mi.
Rivers with q scowl of unutterabie hate,
flung the cup of arnica in his face, and,
without word moved away. Soon the
Indians came bowling for Bessie. We
convinced them that she was not there,
and they left, much to our satisfaction.
Next morning George came up, spruce
and jaunty a. usual.
Morning, Bessie. Me come get Bes-
sie."
Bessie is not here George"
Eyes, MISE, Bessie your house. Me
know Bessie come here. Christ he tell
me Bessie come here. Me will have
Bessie.''
George" said my sister, In her most
impressive lndian-English, George, ARE
you not
HEAP MUCH ASHAMED
Yourself hurt Bessie? What for you
cut poor Bessie? She come last night.
She say George try kill her. She go
way, we don't know where. George,
you much bad Injun. You must never
come this house more"
While sister was delivering this adj
dress, in which [ thought she was
blowing OFF, the Indignation she still
felt because she had been obliged to
turn the wounded squaw away, Georges
face was study, When she finished
lie exclaimed III undisguised but dig
nified WOnderment:
''Me hurt Bessie. Me cut Bessie!
Me try kill Bessie! Me no hurt one
little hair that girl. Me love Bessie.
Me come now take Bessie to big medi-
cine man."
In his drunken stupor he had no
known of Bessie's condition, and only
learned of it IN the morning from
Christ" who told him that she had
come to our house. When he realized
that she was not there, he turned away
as If his heart was breaking, and if
George certainly did as he told us he
would ''go find poor Bessie"
He did find her utterly exhausted and
at the point of death. hidden in clump
of trees, whittier she had crawled to es-
cape the Indians and to die. George
carried his poor Bessie" to his wickiup.
nursed her until she was able to ride,
and then took her in his arms on pony
and rode hundred miles with her to
the big medicine-man. Christ came to
tell us they had gone. and from him we
learned that when the Indians got
drunk ''Injin Charley" who had long
been Jealous of George and wanted
Bessie himself, drew up his rifle
to shoot him, and Bessie rushed for
ward in time to throw up the weapon
and save Georges life. Injin Charley
then dubbed his gun and beat the poor
girl over the head until she sank uncon-
scious. 1t seems as if from having had
George in her mind when she fell,
when confused CONSCIOUSNESS returned
to her she connected him with her
wounded condition, and so thought he
h ad tried to kill her. Christ said to
us: George,
BESSIE KEEP YOU MUCH BIG HERE"
laying his hand over his heart, and they
sent him to tell us they were going to
ShOshone to big medicine, and would
write letter to Christ" and tell us
chow, Bessie"
But, Christ, George no write. You
no read. How you git let letter from
George"
eyes. George write i'm letter. Me git
letter soou. Me read i'm. Me show
you George letter."
Sure enough, long before the slow
mail could have brought q letter from
Shoshone Christ came to us and said:
"Mornin', missee. Me git i'm George
letter. Him say Bessie better. You
come see letter."
We followed Christ. He piloted us
around the house very proudly, as
if conscious that he was about to
demonstrate q truth that we had
once denied, and when he had reached
point where the country opened wide
and far, and the snowy peaks of the
distant mountains of southern Nevada
lay like white siihouettes against the
divine blue of that matchless sky, he
stopped and raised his arm toward the
mountains.
You see i'm big mountain? You see
He say: Bessie better some more, Bes-
sic get well. Bessie, George come back
You glad. Me glad. Bessie good
squaw, GeOrge good lnjin. Injin Charley
heap mean dam Injin. Him nebber get
drunk, you bet. Morn, missee. Good
by"
Then stubble-headed old Indian
Christ, Bessie, George and all, oven the
educated hogs of wild. bristly OsceOla,
with the village itself, and it's five
pound nuggets of gold, disappeared
from my view, for l too went beyond
the mountains and home. But never
till memory dies shall l forget that l
have seen with my own eyes, land known
beyond caVil or sheer, that love is loyal
and lives for its own even among red
skins