The Republican., 1900-09-06
A WEALTHY INDIAN GIRL.
AZ a Reward for Saving a Rich Cat
tIeman's Life She Is Made
HIS HeiresS.

Annie Truehart Dillon is a pretty
little Indian maiden about IA years
old, daughter of Black Wolf, the
chief of his tribe. All her life she
has been satisfied with the simple
life that it has been hers to lead, but
now she is heiress to a fortune of
more than million dollars. and. of
course, from this time forth she will
be occupied with studies and travels
and such other preparations as her
guardians think necessary to fit her
for a position of wealth, says the St.
Louis Republic
John Dillon was a rich cattleman.
About seven years ago he was saved
from death at the hands of a half
breed assassin by little dusky-
skinned Indian girl who crept up to
him in the night and warned him of
the plot that had been made to kill
and rob him. 1t was not a John
SmithPocahonta case exactly, but it
was near it.
Dillon was raised in Ireland. and
when he came to this country found
employment in Texas as a cowboy and
laborer. By careful management he
became rich. In time he owned a
large ranch on the Rio Grande. and
every year he shipped cattle to the
Indian Territory to fatten upon the
grass of the pasture lands during the
spring and summer. He was well ac-
quainted with all of the Kiowa chiefs,
who liked him because he always
dealt fairly with their people. He
was liberal and kind-hearted but he
had a great love for liquor. He en-
joyed the company of his cowboys
and cattlemen, and after making a
successful deal liked nothing better
than to gather them about him and
make a night of it, with plenty of
fire water" 1t was at a little af-
fair of this kind seven years ago that
he came near meeting his death
The Texan at that time had in his
employe a half1breed Cherokee, Bill
Hawk. This man saw his master re-
ceive a large sum of money and de-
termined to get possession of it..
That same day Dillon went to a pas
ture to overlook some cattle with
some of his favorite cowboys. and Bill
Hawk asked to be allowed to 90. THE
road to the pasture lay through a
small Indian village where Dillon had
many acquaintances. When he
cached this place several Indians and
half-breeds gathered about his bug
gy and asked him to remain over
night.
You are just in time said his
friend, Black Wolf. eve are going
to have a dance tonight"
This news pleased the jovial Tex.
an, who at once got out of his buggy,
knowing that water would not be the
chief drink at the festivities.
After the dance Dillon sought a
place where he could sleep quietly
until morning, and, wrapping himself
in a blanket which he took from his
buggy, was soon lost in dreams. To-
ward morning he felt Juggling at
his arm, and awakened to find a little
Indian girl beside him whispering in
an excited manner warning for him
to leave quickly, as there was a plot
to kill him.
Dillon rolled his blanket up and
put his hat at one end and his boots
at the other. Then, creeping away
to safe distance, he waited for the
coming of his would-be murderer. The
drunken assassin was deceived by the
hat and boots and plunged a knife
deep into the roll of blanket. There
was a flash and sharp report of a
pistol. and the next moment Hawk
sprang into the air with wild veil
and fell dead. The bullet from the
Texans pistol had killed him.
The old man never forgot the child
who saved his life. and was devotedlv
attached to her. He gained the chiefs
consent to educate her and make her
his heir. She was to be given him
when she became IA years old. but he
died short time ago and the girl
has just reached that age.
The bishop of Monterey is her
guardian and will superintend her ed
ucation. She will bear her benefac-
tors name, and the one of Truehart,
which seems to please both her and
her parents.