Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-12-01
IN HOTEL CORRIDOR

There are hundreds of stories being told
illustrative of the way in which the repub-
leans cooked the democratic goose recent
ly." said George Cooke of Philadelphia at
the Riggs House last night, land l reckon
you have become pretty tired of hearing
them. l heard one the other day, though,
that was new, and also interesting outside
of its application. Illustrating the over
whelming and remorsc!csS sure thing the
republican party had. a gentleman told
about two Colored men who lived in a
frontier western town. They were both
dapper fellows and bothbecame enamOred
of a highly respectaHz colored girl, who
had been brought from the south to nurse
the children of a prominent citizen. She
received the attentions of both SWANS with
plea SAINT i'm, .rtiality, which only served to
increase the ardor and jealousy of each.
At last some thoughtless joker told Bob,
one Of the admirers. that Sam, his rival,
was tired Of seeing him hanging around
Susie all the time and had expressed the
intention of doing him up Bob had been
long enough in the west to imhbe a pious
regard for it's customs, 50 he went off and
procured IA pistol. He concluded TO follow
the plan of white men in that section and
to go hunting the man he believed to be
hunting him He started on his search and
succeeded in locating his man, absorbed in
a poker game in saloon. Going up be-
hind him, Bob pOked his gun down Sans
neck and demanded if he was armed.
I is not CALCULATED the terrified Sam.
Den. defen' yO'Self,' returned Bob, and
Immediately proceeded to pump fatal
dose of lead into his hated rival"
THE Utes have an idea of hell that close
ly tallies with the Christian belief in phys
I,.,Il
Bailey, an old pioneer. who is now living
in Denver, at the Ebbitt last night. Il
knew Ouray well. He was fine indian
and intelligent to a remarkable degree. 1
was in Ed. McCook's office one day when
he was territorial governor of Colorado.
Ouray was there. He was very fond of
MCCOok. who had given him a carriage
and horses to his supreme delight and sat
iSfaC ton. The old man was vOluble that
day, and in the course of the talk we spoke
of Colorow and other bad Indians. and
asked Ouray where such citizens went
after death. He told us then a legend of
his tribe that impressed me fOrcibly. and
which has convinced me that the belief in
a rebellion of the angels. which our far-off
ancestors have handed down to us, and
which Milton has so grandly described ex-
lists in some form or other in the min Is OF
all people. Ouray, in his quaint epigram-
matte way, recited how many ages ago,
when all the land was rich and fertile and
the COlu only came IN the mountains, the
Ctes We're great. A great chief had come
to the people from the south, and he led
the tribe always to victory, while In peace
he made them prosperous in the hunt and
happy in their homes. Some of the Young
er chiefs grew jealous of him, and at last a
rebellion broke out Then the great chief
grew more powerful. He summoned his
friends together. and very soon they drove
the rebels into great pine woods. many
days travel away, and which covered more
territory than star could shine on at one
time. When the enemies got lost in these
woods the great chief ordered them to be
set on fire from all sides, and said they
would burn forever and would be the place
that all bad Indians would go to thereafter
when they died. Ouray said Colorow would
go there, and added. grimly, that he hoped
he would go there soon. 1t has often
struck me as singular that this belief of
the Ctes has not been given more attention
by students Of the aborigines."
I'm getting pretty garrulOus in my old
age" continued Mr.. Bailey, land one story
reminds me of another. 1 shall never for
get the time that Colorow came into Den
Yer to kill Ed McCook. You know, he was
the famous Union cavalry officer, Horse
Ed. McCook. a member of the lighting Nc
Cook family of Ohio. Grant appointed him
governor of Colorado and the Indians I'M
der ColoroW We're troublesome. ColOrow
was grand q scoundrel as ever lived and
OF his braves he came to Denver one day,
and after filling up on whisky told his fol-
lowers that he was going up and kill Nc
Cook. The governor had his office in a
two-story building, and sat with his back
to the door, with a looking glass on the
desk in front of him. that he could see
any one coming in without turning. Nc
Cook was expecting some trouble with
Colorow, and was seated at his desk when
the Indian came in. ColorOw had Il pistol
In his hand. and. approaching McCook he
stood by his side and grunted out:
'McCook. lar!'
THE governor never looked up but kept
on writing.
"'McCook heap liar repeated Colo2ow,
but Ed. never noticed it.
'McCook heap big damn liar contin-
ued Colorow. and still the pen scratched
away. Colorow mistook Eds silence for
fear and let his pistol hand drop until his
arm hung down straight. In an instant
MCCook grasped the Indians wrist, and in
another the pistol fell to the floor. Turning
Colorow around, the governor deliberately
kicked him downstairs and out of the door
and into the circle of Indians who were
waiting for the expected trouble.
'Colorow Is squaw, said McCook to
the assembled Indians. and, giving the
chief a parting kick, he returned 10 his
office.
THAT episode did more to ruin Colorow's
influence with the Indians than anything
else, and raised Horse Ed. to high place
In their estimation, But, pshaw, l must
leave you, or I'll keep spinning yarns all