The Newark journal., 1904-10-14
HIS MEDICINE" ROBE
BY FRANKLIN wELLEs cALKINs

mont, q man nearing middle age and of a brisk and businessllke manner alighted from buggy and entered the store. He talked with the trader for a time, making in quiries as to certain reservation residents. l noticed with interest the mans strong and yirile face, which seemed Indian in profile, and his nervous, decisive manner.
 ''Who was that man?" 1 asked Kelly, after his visitor had gone out.
 "Corwin,s replied Kelly. Grant Corwin. He's English on one side and Yankton Sioux on the other. His father was an attache of our post below, and died while the boy was little kid. You wouldn't think that Corwin had lived in q tepee until he was IT, would you?
 Well, he did, and the only Eng fish he knew was pidgin trade. talk. What he is to-day is the re. suit of an accidental happening, though there was a foundation all right to build on. As had some thing to do in small way in shap. ing the mans future, I'll tell you about ii if you like.
 disposed myself on his counter 10 listen.
 About % years ago, when our Dakota boom was on, q man named Hazen started q colony and built a store some 30 miles east of here. His was the nearest settle ment to us and there was no rail road within 200 miles. So, as our supplies came up the Missouri by steamer, Hagen took advantage of our transportation to stock his store.
 "It was about the first of March of the following winter that he ran short of sugar, and came across to see about getting bar rel of me. There was a good hard snow on, and he drove q pair of half-bred ponies to q light bob sleigh.
 .'I had the sugar and few shoes and dry goods that he wanted, and Hazen would have got off with his little load the next morning, but that night il set in showing and blowing, and kept it up for 24 hours, and then came off cold as Greenland. We'd been having beautiful weather for several weeks, and Hazen, not being we'll acquainted with our climate, had come unwholly unprepared for 50 below zero.
 ''1 couldn't help him much. I'd sold my robes in the fall and none had come in yet, and l couldn't spare my beaver coat l had plen- ty of woolen blankets, but in such weather a man would freeze under u stack of them.
 "Hazen sat round in the store that day pretty glum. He wanted Go get home to his family. He was lowering over my big box stove in the afternoon when d woman came in wrapped in a robe made from the belts of buffalo wolves. The woman was Mrs. Good Bear. one-time widow of Tim Corwin. 1 had known her since she was girl, but I'd never seen the robe she was wearing. It was new and a mighty good one.
 Marie, 1 said here's a man l think will buy your robe She could speak a little English, but she shook her head and laughed. But Hazen had fastened covetous eyes on her wolfskins, and while the woman was making some lit tie purchases he kept asking what she would take for the robe.
 "Finally Marie threw it from her shoulders and spread it on the counter for our examination. IT was made of eight big gray-white wolfskins, which had been finely stitched with small sinews. \ bushy tail was sewed on at each corner, and the inside had been beautifully rub-tanned and was