The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-08-22
MOTHER MARY'S STORY.
ROMANCE OF 4 GEHFLEWOMAE
 WHo LOVED AN INDIAN.


 Lovers People.
 Far back in the Wichita Mountains, the garden spot of all the territory of Oklahoma, surrounded by beauty In scenic effect that nature has bestowed upon the habitat of but few such char acters, living a life of privation and loneliness that could be felt by none but one whose early ambition had grounded in the classics and who, at one time, at least, knew the difference between a Iogarithm and the weird characters of the Wichita Indian of but yesterday, lives-just a woman. But, although she is surrounded by a neigh boriy class of red skins who have out lived the customs of their ancestry, have forgotten long ago the migratory spirit of their kinsmen and have grown to know the meaning of home, the quiet, secluded life of the lone woman excites the interest of those pleasure seekers who travel far back into the mountains. They are treated with all Kindness by the lone woman, but one pointed question as to her past closes her lips in the instant, and for the rest of the chance visit she is simple, re- served and well guarded in her conver- sation. Not that she would care to have her story discussed at the will of the curious-but the telling of it would cause her pain, and, though she has lived with the bravest of the Indians for years, she is yet susceptible to sor- row and heartache.
 Mother Mary" might have a story to tell and she might disclose her iden- tity but for the heartaches it would . cause her. But one Indian still sur- wives who knows the story of her past, her name and her family, and he, Chief Apaetone, is the most formidable of Kiowa aristocracy.
 The Kiowas and the Wichitas once were friends, but by the intervention of one lone pale-face woman they were forever sworn to enmity and were as far removed from each other as was { possible.
 Mother Marry went to Kiowas to ] teach the young idea, a simple young, sweet girl, who had seen fit to leave her friends and earn her living in a coun- try where they would not, be likely to apprehend her. It is often said that she came from St. Louis and that men of her blood still reign supreme there in political and financial circles, but Mother Nary has told the true story but once, and then she was scorned and kicked by a common cur red skin whom she saw fit to love. Since then she has been silent.
 The schoolrna'am was to all appear ances a French woman and her loving < temperament soon touched the hearts of the rough Kiowas and she was loved and protected as one of them. In the home of Apeatone she ruled with a master hand and the old chiefs chil- dren were raised and educated with the training of French governess whose ability and learning would have been envied by the elite of the French court where under ordinary circumstances she would probably have been receiving the homage of nobility. The children loved their governess-a luxury not found in perhaps another chiefs tepee in North Americaand the old chief loved her, too.
 To Chief Apaetone's house came many 1nvisitors, ffbut never a white man. I1 Among the most frequent visitors was a young Wichita, Harvard man. Jo had thrown aside his cap and gown for ! blanket immediately upon the arrival in the mountains of the territory and for two whole years had carried weap- ons and had kept his face besmearad with the war paint, a common decora- tion in time of complete peace with the ! Wichitas. But the appearance of the young French woman again kindled a ! civilized spirit in the Indian and he called frequently under one pretext or another just to get glance from the governess. 10 was honest and serious, but the American game he had Sc longed to learn-the art of flirting now seemed to take him by storm and he soon became the cleverest liar and ungodly Indian who ever broke bread with the aristocracy of the KioWas.
 The young governess, however. learned to entertain a friendly feeling for the Indian who was so rough and savage and again so cultured and clas- sic at a moments notice and the many long strolls and rides through the beau- tiful Wichita mountains developed a love in the French Woman's heart, 3 ] passion for the unsightly red-skin that i she could not conquer. At last she yielded to her hearts dearest desire } and outwardly loved the Indian. 10 or the other hand. while he enjoyed the ] love that he knew the pretty white wo. man held for him, did not recall that the game he was learning could be spoiled in such manner and grew SC bold that he often told her he was the ..heap big Injun" playing with pool l little ..paleface" for the mere pleasure he could get from it. Jos work was coarse.
 He had not yet learned the game, but he had set blazing the most dangerous fire that he could have tempered with for amusement.
 During the months that followed the poor French governess lay in her apart. ment in the Apaetone 'tepee" with g burning heart, but she refused an au' dience with the Indian who had SC rudely tempered with her affections And Jo ceased to come in time too, fol he had been informed that he had bet ter remain in the seclusion of the pro tecting Wichitas for time. Mean ,uJ,iJo many runors kept the path ho