The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1905-05-15
WRITER'S VENTURE.
Had Written Lot About Indians-Fi-
nally Met One.

naily Met Ones
IN all Oklahoma there is probably no
more interesting character than old
Matt Duhr, the writer of Indian stories.
Of Stroud. While his faculty for story
telling has been lost to some extent.
because OF old age. Nc still spins 4
story occasionally that gets into print.
His stories are faneiful, but usually
have some foundation Of fact. A farm
er found Matt Duhr in a curious predic-
ameut recently, which he thinks NAV be
good for another Indian story. 1t Is
related as follows:
Mr. IIosey was on his way to Stroud
last Saturday to do his weeks trad.
ing. AS he was jogging along at de-
liberate speed, musing, no doubt. on the
prospects for a good crop, the probable
price Of butter and eggs and the varied
moods OF April weather, he came TO a
sudden bend in the road where a pe-
culiar sight met his eyes, for there
stoor Matt Duhr, the writer of many
weird and fanciful Indian tales (for the
most part eoncocted in his grizzIed
thinkboN, and as much founded on fact
as the yarns OF Sinbad the nilorl.
Facing famous author stood a noble
red man Of gigantic proportions who
pointed two Colts at Mr.. Duhr's head
that looked like baby Calling guns.
Mr.. Duhr's version Of the encounter IS
that the Indian was in sore financial
straits, needed money to buck the tig-
err or procure firewater, and had CON
cluded to hold up the first man that
came along. We do not know whether
that is 50 or not, having heard only
one side Of the story. Might it not
be possible that this is case where
the worm has turned? Friend Duhr
had been writing so many Indian stories
and exposed to cruel world some OF
the most precious secrets of the children
OF the forest that we are inclined to
think that the braves motive was re-
venge instead of robbery.
When Mr. Hosey appeared on the
scene the hapless Duhr was as pale
as a newly Numbered boiled shirt. and
with his tongue almost mraIyzed by
fear stammered: N-n-o n.n-n-n-o.
m-my noble chief, ! no got him; my
s-s-salles, | no do It. And his knees
knocked together like a pair OF castag-
nets. The righteousness Of the scene So
appealed to Mr.. Iosey that he nearly
choked with laughing fit. The two
actors Of this blood-curdling drama of
The forest We're so pre-oecupied with the
performance that they had not become
aware Of Mr.. Hosey's approach. AT
last the paleface caught sight of him
out Of a corner Of his eye. The prox-
unity Of aid and succor gave him the
power OF speech again, and he cried,
'Helpl Help!" Mr. Hosey, thinking the
anguish might have a fatal
effect on the constitution Of Mr.. Duhr.
-ook up his Winchester, and emphasiz-
nc his words with the very significant
lick Of the guns mechanism, told MIR.
Indian 10 vamoose, which order that
individual lost no time in obeying. Duhr |
was by no means anxious Of another
possible encounter with the wild war
nor, and begged that safe conveyance
% civilization might be vouchsafed him. |
his request was granted But all dur
ne the trip the badly frightened Duhr
never mustered sufficient courage to
speak or look behind him, but trem- |
oled ike an aspen leaf. AT last the !
ongest journey ends. Matt seemed to |
'eyiye somewhat when at last Stroud |
vas reached. When Mr.. Hosey drew
lp in front of Uncle Bills saloon. the |
lctim OF the hold-up was still SO shaky /
hat he required assistance to make the |
rip from the vehicle to the bar. After
ir. Hosey's kindness had piled him with
generous supply Of restoratiyes Of the
roper variety, he heaved great sigh
4 relief and relapsed into his cnsto-
nary palaver again. We would not
e surprised if Mr., Duhr's next literary
fort would be graphic description
/ this adventure in the Creek wilds. I
Ve trust that soon we shall experience
DID thrills creep down our backs while
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