The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-10-28

the astonished crowd. There was an
earnestness in her voice and face that
forbade iesting reply.
"Who wants o wife?" repeated the
Trembling girl. II am for sale. To
the highest bidder L will execute q
bill Of sale of myself. [ am about
eighteen years old. I can read and
write, and am considered good house
keeper. | can make good bread and
the sweetest kind Of cakes and pies.
can ride mustang, milk COWS and
throw rope. The robe and the iew-
els | wear will not be included in the
sale. They are the property .: the
royal family Of Kiowas. They have
belonged to successive generations Of
ruling females in the families of our
chiefs for many generations. Since
there are no longer chiefs possessing
the tribal diguities, I have sold the
royal robes and the jewels to wealthy
white lady in st. Louis for $1,000.
The money will be divided amongst
my people, who are at this time in
great poverty. The man who buys
me takes me a. nm, hnt can make
my own clothing. I need "a. sum of
| money 10 discharge debt whioh my
father, Iron Talk, owed to a@white
man named John McRae when he
died. McRae is barred from bidding.
promise to make the man who buys
me good wife, provided he treats me
we'll. Who bids for Singing Swami"
The young warriors could hardly
credit their eyes and ears. ''Singing
Swan never looked lovelier. Her
black eyes sparkled and her long dark
hair, falling below her BELT, mingled
with the brilliant colors of her apparel.
Strands Of fresh-water pearls and hun
dreds Of elk teeth, FURNISHED and tip
ped With gold, flashed from her neck
and arms and every seam Of her cost
ly garments.
Finally a young Kiewa brave spur
red his pony nearer. Few heard the
words of the bidder, but ts.s next in
stant the girl exclaimed "One thous-
and dollars am offeredl VINO bids
more?"
"Six Killer a rich Cherokee, in
stantly shouted, II will give 5000 in
gold for Singing Swan"
It is not enough to pay my faith
er's debt Of HONOR said the maiden.
At that moment old "Jim Crow, "a
famous, wealthy white" Indian,
shouted, II need a housckeeper, and
if Singing Swan will take kindly to.
old Jim will put q check for $4,000
in one of her little hands. ~ ~
ssYou can't get her, roared the
Cherokee; 1911, ,O0O.''
Cant I?" retorted jim, throwing
his Winchester across his left arm and
drawing q long piece of glittering
steel from his belt. tWe ,will see
about that, Mr. Injin. Shout $15, 900,
Miss Singing Swan. and tell 'em TO
come again.
The two men glared az each other,
to the great delight Of the crowd, and
no doubt to the intense satisfaction
Of the Indian girl. They continued
bidding until Jim shouted 1926, 900. {"
!! AS the angry Cherokee turned. his
horse and gallopsd away, :hs crowd
roared with laughter. and when they
saw the smiling beauty holding
her hands towards the successful bid :.
der and heard her cay, "Here, Mr..
Grow; come and take your property. Z
they filled tho air with cheers.
Singing Swan had, fallen into the
hands of q strange but trustworthy
character. His wife, who was half
blood Chiokasaw, had been doad for
several years. bnt he has large fam.
lilly Of boya aud girls and is reputed TO
be worth q quarter Of . million dollars.
He led the girl to the house Of q
friend and gave her check for the
amount promised! Telling her that
he would call for her in . few moments,
he hunted for John Mo Rae and asked
FOR the note that he held against Iron
Tall. Old jim read it carefully, and
then taking his revolver from his
shirt, he thrust the paper iato tho
muszls IS the gun and drove it down
ons the bail sish . lsad} pencil. Il
Now, Mr. McRae, 3 he remarked, !,
lSs Ss.I happen 70 know that you got more
than enough of Iron Talks properly
40 pay This debt Yon have annoyed
the heirs IS my dead friend long
enough and Is S. ayoT iisar that you