The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-11-09

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white woman. It never occurred to tho
half breed woman to make known her
plans to Warren Rodney. In circum-
venting Sally Tumlin the man became
the spoils of war, and It is not the In,
dian way to tell plans on the war trail
So the squaw left her kingdom in the
hands Of the enemy without q word.
Sally Tumlin and Warren Rodney
looked upon the disappearance of the
squaw in the light Of a providential
solution Of the difficulties ATTENDING
their romance. They admitted it was
square of her to ''hit the trail,'' and
they decided to lose no time. in going
to the army post, where a chaplain, an
Indian missionary, happened to be
staying at the time, and have q real
wedding, with ring and fee to the
parson. The wedding party started for
the post, old mother Tumlin f1utterinc
about the bride as complacently as If
the ceremony had been the elimination
of the most decorous courtship. The
Oatsh brother drove the bridal partv
making crude jests by the way to the
frank delight of the prospective groom
and the giggling protestations of the
bride. The chaplain at the post was
disposed to ask few questions. Par
sons made queer marriages in those
tumultuous days, and it was regarded
as a patent Of worthy motives that
the pair should call in the man of the
gospel at ALL To the question whether
or not he had been married before
Rodney answered.:
'Well, parson, this is the first time
I have ever stood up for life sen
tence.' And the ceremony proceeded.
Some Of the ladies at the post, hear
ing that there was to be a wedding.
dropped in and added the smiles and
tlutterings to the rather grim party,
among them Mrs Atkins, who had Just
come to the post as bride. They even
added a trife or two from their own
store Of pretty things as presents to
Sally. And Miss Tumlin left the post
Mrs. Warren Rodney, with "a home of
her own to go to.
Singing Stream did not hasten in her
quest for bright fabrics with which to
stay the hand of fate. TO the half
breed woman the journey to town was
not without certain revivifying pleas
ure. The Indian in her stirred to the
call of the open country. AS she drove
through the foothill country she told
the solemn eyed little Judith the story
of the Sioux and what great fighting
people they had been before Rodney's
people drove them from their land. a
Judith was not quite four when she
took this memorable drive with her
mother, but the impression of these
things abided through all her years.
And when they had come within a
mile Of Warren Rodney's cabin on FL
der creek Singing Stream halted and
prepared for the great event of rein
statement. First she made a splendid
toilet Of purple calico torn into strips
and tied about the waist to simulate
the skirts of the devil woman. Over
these she wore a shirt Of buckskin
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and a necklace Of elk teeth wound
twice about the throat. On her feet
she wore new moccasins Of tanned elk
hide, and these, too, We're beaded in
many colors. Her hair, now braided
with strips Of scarlet flannel, hung be-
low the waist. And she walked to Rod
ney's cabin not as an outgrown mis-
tress, but as the daughter of a chief.
The little Judith held up her head and
chung tight to the doll. She knew that
something of moment was about to
happen.
The gala trio, Singing Stream, Judith
and Judith's doll, presented themselves
at Rodney's house, before which the
bride was washing clothes, the day be-
ing fine. Sally, as usual, wore one Of
the rose colored calicoes with the col
lar turned we'll in and the sleeves rolled
above the elbows. She washed vigor-
ously, with steady splashing Of suds
Sally enjoyed this home Of her own
and all the household duties appertain-
ing to it. She was singing, and a strand
Of pale brown hair, crinkly as seaweed,
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