The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1896-05-12

ner, who was the golden haired white
! boy, grown to mature manhood
| selected lands in the rich valley of the
| Washita. In a few months after the
eventful day came for the white man %
enter upon the lands for settlement. and
| all those who were present had maGC
| the great run remembered the accidents
misfortunes and adventures of that re-
marhable day.
There is no accounting for the myS-
| ferrous and subtitle influences which
| govern, control and direct human desti-
ny, or the silent influences which weave
into our lives unexpected revelations.
A white man, with his family. a hand
some wife and two bright children and
a very old lady, whose loving. peacefui
face could not conceal the sadness OF
resignation or the lines of sOrrow the
years had brought to ler. They settled
in the beautiful valley Of the Washita,
near where teh Cheyenne chief selected
his land and settled the members Of his
family A pleasant acquaintance spranC
up between the white family and the
Indian chief and the grave man with
airer skin. Al times. after hef had
visited the home Of Henry Morris. the
name Of the white man who had married
the feeble old lady's daughter, she
would say: Sometimes I can see
something about We won-ka (this was
the name the Indians had given him,
meaning silent man. which makes me
think OF my long lost Robert: why.
cannot tell, as have long since given
up hope Of ever again seeing his face"
One morning, not long after she had
thus spoken OF him.he was again at the
house OF the white man. and the old
lady, seemingly more deeply impressed
than before. began asking him how long
he had lived with the tribe and nov ne
came TO join them. We-wOn-ka related
the story OF his leaving home long years
ago and OF his start across the plains
and how he was captured and finally
adopted into their tribe By the Indians.
He told her his age %Ien he left and
why he went away The Old lady had
risen 10 her feet and was looking al him
with look as Il peering far back into
the past: and her face was an index 10
the strange thoughts which were pass
ing through her mind When she spoke
she said: What as your name when
you lived a your old home" We-won-
ka said: My name when I was boy
was Robert Courtland. and my mothers
name. my dear mother OF long ago. was
Mary" TIE poor mother could n0t yak
for no more. but with q has;y move
ment forward she claspei the strong
man. more Indian than white. IN her
arms with the exclamation I have a.
last found ny golden-hslred boy" L
was some tine before We-T0u-ks could
be convinced that this dear Old LADY
was really his mother. but h finally
concluded that Z was true. and leaving
her for a Short time ne soon returned
with his wife. Winnsrzpahoe. and the
Indian children and Henry and his Eife
came n. and brother and sister became
known 20 each o-hSr again and IRE vel.
q The past was raised ard ne sEecc
p5ctures Of chIEhooi's days came hack
more brightly on msTnoTy's vail. AMI
TIE greaz sorrow which lad rested upon
and sa1d4ned the lie q the mother
for 50 mary years E-as rsis-i. e-d
since thai day. - TIE beautiful valley
Of the Wsshscs. ire united family I've
with TIE Ger be1if-g benedictson -
love end c0ufsnluezr-