The Winslow mail., 1899-06-29
DIED AT SAN JUAN.
The Mystery Of a Rough Rider wac
Was Glad to Die.
EEis pretty Wife Was stoIen from
"IpacIae George u i,lIe 4 Ezen'-
her Of 40 Camp at
ChicGGO.

MANY Chicagoans remember well that
odd collection OF western types and
characters, which fourishcd cut on the
South side four years ago-"thc 40
camp''-and many Of the old camp $
onc-tinae yiSitcrs have often wondered,
in an idly curious way, what became
OF the camps most romantic and pa
thetic character-' Apache George .
"Apacha George nobody in the
camp knew hira ~ any other name, and
SO the payroll bore his signature-Was
& combination Of scout, Indian and
"builwhacller' lie had served under
Crook and Miles, he had lived with
rcd men, white men and MeXic2ns, and
lie had driven stage coaches over the
Nevada plains. lie used to shoot Gig
arettes from the mouth Of his compan-
ion. or, by way of variety, flick them
away with a bullwhip % feet long.
Aside from his midwest accomplish
ments, he was q gentle, Iowa ble fellow,
eyerybody's friend, and the most pop
ular individual in the camp.
His companion-his wife, he ever
claimed-Was siugularly handsome
Young girl, whom he called Tex" and
whom lie had taken away from some
wandering Apache tribe many years
before. She was evidently American
or a very light Mexican, extremely
graceful and pretty, shy, quiet and
seemingly devoted to apache George. ."
The pair, dressed in buckskin and
SCI .2brcro, and wandering arm in arm
about the camp, were both picturesque
and handsome, 1T fer the cover-picture
Of q regulation western story.
One day an actor-not q cookbook
ing actor, either, but one Of the cheap
and stilted breed-wandercd into the
camp and met the buckshin-clad pair
in front Of cabin. After that the
actor haunted the camp and spent in
terminable hours chatting with
"Apachc George" watching his feats of
craftsmanship and skill.
One morning TEX" was gone, the
actor, too. NO man Of old "camp '49''
has seen either Of them since, and their
fate and whereabouts remain a mys-
terry.
tieorge sat around the camp, for sew
eI-ci days quiet, moody gazing at tn 2
ground and the toes of his Apache moe
bI0lHu CHd tUC COED OF HD rrP@oro r,rss
c.aafns- One day he, too, was gone,
and the camp moved en- its routine way
without him.
4 few days ago Z rough rider, Fred
Little by name, once member Of camp
20, and a wandering adventurer
through recent years, was walking
down Dearborn street, Chicago, leading
the famous mascot bulldog Of the Rocse-
Welt regiment. An acquaintance stopped
him, ana questioned him as to the fate
OF sundry people. Soon The conycrsa-
ton turned to apache George"
George was in the regiment" said
the rough rider. "Quistcst man in the
whole outfit-neyer had word to say
to anybody. Just lugged his gun and
sawed wood Wouldn't talk about
nything-'Tex' last Of all. When we
went up the hill he was in front OF me.
lie whiried around, and dropped. Much
hurt, George said !. 4 hope SO, Fred.
said he, and never spoke again. Hes
buried down there, and that was the
finish cf Apache Georgc!"
Possibly Tex" has long forgotten
the Apache riAeman. Possibly he was
enc Of those men who can be set aside,
bat can never be gotten Chicago
Evening News,