The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1891-01-31
MARRIED TO AN INDIAN.
A Missing Illinois Schoolgirl Found to
Be q Redskin's Wife.

A Missing Illinois Schoolgirl Found to
Be q Redskins Wife.
R. G. Madison, travelling sew
ing machine agent, was at one OF
the hotels to-day. He paid little
heed to an exciting discussion con-
cerning the Indian outbreak until
some one declared that there were
no good Indians but those who had
gone to the happy hunting grounds.
"You are wrong" spoke up Mad
ison, ''for l know of at least one
Indian who is pretty clever fell
low, and l believe he is an honest
man. l am going to tell you bit
of romance, the truth of which l
know positively. l was in Okla
homa just one year ago to-day.
While sitting on cracker-box in
the rear of one of the stores a dark
complexioned young woman came
in. No sooner had she set eyes on
me than she gave a little start,
blushed and turned her head away.
I knew her in an instant, and she
knew me. pretended not to notice
her, but | saw that she was watch
ing me closely, and finally made up
my mind to speak to her. Walking
forward, I said to her: Don't you
know me?"
"'Yes,' she replied, 'and you
know me-
"'Yes, you are Ida Arnold, who
everybody thought committed sui
eide, in Mattoon, H., sixteen years
ago.
"sMy name was Ida Arnold; it
is now Mrs. Paul Pulaski. / mar
ried an Indian three years ago.
These are my Children and she
showed me two black-eyed, copper
colored imps, who evinced a ten
dency to hide behind their mothers
skirts.
"'If you promise me not to re-
veal my identity will tell you all
about the mystery which excited
Mattoon for months. You must 60
to our home. 1t is thirty miles
distant, in the Indian nation. My
husband will be glad to see you.
Will you come?
"Now, some people would have
hesitated in going out to that red
SKINS house, miles from any settle
ment, for the reason that the girl
might have taken a notion to have
me put out of the way becauseI
had discovered her secret. But |
wasn't afraid, and told her would
go. During the thirty-mile rideover
the prairie she told me her story.
"'I was schoolgirl at Mattoon.
You knew me, of coure. | had filed
my head full of romantic trash, and
finally an idea struck me to go
West young woman. | left home
secretly, and you know that all
thought l had committed suicide.
l came direct to the Indian Terri
tory, and, having fair education,
soon secured employment as a'Gov-
ernment schoolteacher. | assum ed
the name of Ida Buckley. Three
years ago I married one of my pa
pills, Paul Pulaski. He is an Indian,
is a good, kind husband, but is an
Indian nevertheless. You shall see
him and judge for YOURSELF
1--WE stopped at fine frame res
idence and tall and not bad-look-
ing buck Indian came to meet US.
Upon being introduced to him, with
the explanations that naturally fol-
lowed, Pulaski seemed delighted to
see me. Nothing was too good for
the white friend from Illinois. l
remained with them that night,
and, upon taking my departure
next day, Pulaski said:
"'You stay with us; make your
home here. have land, heaps OF
land. Lookp
"At this the Indian Strengthened
up and swept his hand in the direc-
ton of at least a thousand acres of
as fine land as I ever saw. But i
said no and came away.
"Maybe l did wrong continued
Madison, "but when | got back to
Oklahoma I wrote to old man Ar
nold-John Arnold, of Mattoon, Ill.
and told him the story. | after
wards learned that the old man,
wild with joy, took the first train
for Oklahoma and was soon with
his daughter. Somehow the news
papers never got hold of the 70:
nance. | never told it before, and
l guess the Arnolds kept the thing
quiet.
II learn that Mrs. Pulaski and
her husband are still living happily
in the Indian nation That's one
, good redskin. '"-Chicago Post"