The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1898-12-07

good Indian If she would marry him.
white-man fashion, and come aud live
in his tepee, Indian fashion.
When she had heard Tixico say this
many times she looked at him and saw
that he was young and handsome, and
she knew he was brave and q leader
among the young men of his nation,
and she pitied him for his savage
heart, and she said:
"Tixioo, ifyou will be good Indian
for three years-if I hear nothing but
good of you in that time-come to me,
1 will answer what you have said. But
in all the three years you must not
speak to me again of these things"
Tixico became q good Indian.
wHe gave up all his wild companions.
He drank no more, he gambled no
more. He stayed on the reservation
and he spoke words of wise counsel to
the young men of his tribe, until they
said:
ut is not Tixico the wild, the
brawling Tixico. It's some white man
from the schools of the good who
wears his skim"
At the end OF the three years Tixico
rode to the village where Miss Lyons
was preaching. He went and joined
the silent circle Of warriors who
listened gravely to her eloquent words
Of appeal. When she had finished
speaking Tixico strobe through the
circle and took her hand.
''The three years are gone" he
said. 81 am tired of waiting. Come.
"We will be married white-man's
fashion and you shall be my squaw
and live in my tepee, Indian fashion. I"
And the little whito girl shuddered
an instant, remembered her promise,
and kept it.
''If break my promise I will lose
my soul; il l marry him may save
his"
There was great feast and all the
villagers hockod to the wedding.
There were Sioux and Apaches and
Comanches and Arapahoes, all in their
festival feathers.
The cowboys came from miles aud
miles around. They rode in over the
range with a brave show of big silver.
trimmed hats and Mexican saddles,
and they swore horribly when they
saw the beautiful white woman who
was going to marry Tixico, the good
Indian.
The squaws dressed the bride.
A little Arapahoe maiden brought
the bride snow-white feather from
a great eagle, to bring the white
squaw happy wigwam, and an old
Sioux crone, whose eldest born the
white squaw had nursed through a
fever, brought her pair Of moccasins
made OF white fur with the sacred
charm, which brings many sons,
scratched on the inside of the sole,
and the yellow harvest moon OF the
great prairies shone down on white
woman and q red man married white.
mans fashion.
That was three years ago.
The third day after the wedding
Tixico's wife sat in tho tepee, writing
letter to an old school friend, tell.
ing her OF her marriage and of her ex-
altation, ~hen some one gave long
'hallo" outside the door.
Tixico's wife rose and looked out.
Tixico sat on his horse in front OF
the tepee.
"Come, come!" he said in his native
tongue. "You are lazy. Take my
horse"
When the woman went out to do
her husbands bidding she saw that
he swayed in the saddle and that his
eyes glared upon her in drunken
fury.
1--WE were married white mans
fashion" he said, "but we are living
red mans fashion" and because she
was dazed and did not answer him or
move from the doorway he sprang
from his horse and knocked the white
woman, who had come to live with
him Indian fashion, down, and kicked
her.
She lived Indian fashion ever after.
Ten months ago her heart took cour-
age. She had son.
"When Tixico see our boy" she
said to the old squaw who nursed her,
she will be kinder to me-"
Whom Tixico saw the boy he laughed
bitterly. ''It is cursed half breed"
he said, and he struck the newborn
baby in its helpless little face.
Last week she held up their baby
once more for him to fondle.
Again he hit the half breed baby
in the face and struck its mother.
The white woman reeled and stag
gered into the back Of the tepee.
She held her little son to her
heart and threw herself on her rough
bed.
An hour later she was dead.
She had stabbed herself to the
heart.
Tixico came upon her lying with
the living baby playing on its mothers
breast.
He stood silent quite still for mo-
ment. Then he took his pistol and
shot the baby dead and fred again
and again through the dead bodies of
his wife and child.
The old Cheyenne squaw went out
and told the story.
"The white squaw who wanted to
live Indian fashion is Dead" she