The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-11-07

to the table. First thing she did was
to call for some mescal and she tilted
out four fingers, and Sarahs fingers
weren't what you might call taper. Oh
| course, Jim Ornsdorff gave her wha,
she called for; she was sure pay, and
the United States law didn't go in hei
case, being old tilicums with the sec
rotary of the Interior and having show
ed more than once that she could get
an inconVenient Indian agent trans
ferred So whatever Sarah wanted to
drink she could have.
1T was old Sandy Bowers deal and
he dealt a hand to Sarah as well as the
rest of us, for he knew that was what
she was there for 1t was $40 ante and
500 to play, and Sarah got out her roll
of this here paper green money you all
use back east here; of course, being
money, it was perfectly good in Me-
vada, only a little unusual. Sarah
sWeetened it a little and made it a
hundred to draw cards. and everybody
dropped out except Sandy Bowers and
me. l took two cards, holding UP three
Fights, but I did not better in the draw.
Sarah stood pat, and old Man Bowers
took four; he was so rich that he could
play just that kind of fool game. I
dropped out, for | knew the game was
going to be so rich that I'd have -
take something for my blood.
Sarah and Sandy went ahead, and
il wasn't long before there was 5000
in crisp green paper on the table, with
the same in real yellow money to keep
the wind from blowing it away. When
all her money was in sight Sarah show
ed in a certificate for ten thousand
shares of yellow Jacket. Then Sandy
said That's good, and | guess the
indlar Rights association back in Phil
aGeh Ia would have fa't so' to see
how this Mnnehaha of the sagebrush
was getting the best of the paleface.
You bet that block OF stock was good
Yellow Jacket was worth money those
days. But that was only the begin
ming. Two days later I saw the Prin-
cess pulling out of Carson on blind
baggage, where the law says Indians
can ride free. Her money was gone,
her good clothes were gone, a pair of
teamsters' brogues We're good enough
for her feet, and condemned Army
overcoat was dressy enough to suit her
ldSte. oilc u plcNli ~ al iiis piiN '~'N
happy.
ut didn't matter to her: she could
always get more where that came
from After a few days I got q mark
ed paper from my old mother back in
Massachusetts,. There was full ac-
count of the interesting address deliv-
cred before the First church by Miss
Sarah Winnemucca, the princess OF
the Piutes out in Nevada. Sarah had
been to one of these Indian schools, 50
/ guess she could make pretty good
speech. She told about the good work
she was doing among her people, in
structing them in the arts of civiliza-
ton, and wound up with an appeal for
schools, and particularly to buy them
farming implements. That seemed to
strike rural Massachusetts,; but, Lord!
think of anybody farming in Nevada
That's the game she worked all
the east AS long as she lived
she went back to the states and car
ried on that same educational and
farming implement tour with great
success. Ny mother wrote out to me
to be sure to do all could to help the
poor Piute along. She said it was so
sweet to hear the Princess sing hymns
in her native language. Lordee! how
Sarah must have worked the cause Of
home missions to get them to stand |
Piute singing ,''-From the New York |
Tribune.