The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-06-01
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I.l With her arm around hia neck
. lun tp iIrt his MIND 10 aurnethina
Nn|pf1l and elevatlnR, something
". fting and inspiring than tho novels
.. .tI commnudrered Then nho "a We
fnry cooper stories 'Thc Last n the
tU4," Tho Dccralnyer," this wyan-
... and Tho Redskins"
|f .n- now ground for Joey's imagination
Pm vI.Isr ovef. Natty Rumppo and tho
.I..nu chiefa were a lot morn real thar the
Terror - Texas and n good deal more OF.
,ruR lie read the books over and over
ur'Il he know whole chapters by heart.
Uc would wake up in the highland imagine
POO was following n band Of Indians, dodg-
ur from tree TO tree. always keeping in the
shadows and never cracking a twig with his
roncl.iued feet. How little those Indians
knew their desperate, implacable enemy
vas on their trail, feeling the keen edge OF
h- long knife. and seeing to the printing Of
Brave Slayer, his never failing rife. He
could see himself crawling through their
camp until he got to the tepee Of the medi-
cine man. where Alice was tied hand and
foot. Even mothers voice calling up the
stairs for Joey to get up for heavens sake
and not be tardy at school failed to dull
the keen edge Of bis imagination.
He tried to get the hds to play Indian
after school, but key Schwartz had a pair
craps under the Brooklyn Bridge approach.
If it wasn't keys dice that interfered It
was Coney Island or something else, 80
Joey went to Prospect Park, half hopeful
that he might see a real red Indian. He
spent most of his spare time prowling
in the big Park, but it was very d~isappoint-
ing. The paved, precise walks and drives,
the baby carriages and the rubber neck
wagons simply disgusted Joey. Once he
had a thrill that shook him from bead to
foot, In Fulton street, one day, he saw
a band of real, painted blanketed Indians,
fhunlng along gIunting to each other;
the Indians filed by. He was happy and
scared at the same time.
Joey asked o'Reilly the cop about these
red devils.
'G'wan,' said o'Reilly, majestically d.
recting the course Of traffic, Don't you be
after believing in EN- at all They're as
harmless as a housecat. Themf Sure,
YOU crazy hid, they don't want no scalps
at the Island, doin stunts twice a day and
Twin in a Green street boarding house
,oh,s said Joey, faint there any real red
out West. slathers Of EN-. They've been
all killed of round here, though
From that moment Brooklyn palled on
school room Imprisonment had X Joys for
There we're real, biooo5nrsey Indians
It'll! left, He went over his books again
be camPed somewhere around the Hudson
River above New York. He determined to
run away and seek adventures, no matter
what they might be, He could see himself
CORY scalp,s dangling at his belt, returning
all dressed in deerskin with a red fringe
made by a chiefs daughter, a chain OF bears
teeth around his neck. Maybe that wouldn't
hated to leave his mother, but he remem-
hered how adventure seekers always drew
Themselves up their full height, set their
teeth and ohohed back such unmanly enc
tlDn
Joey had saved nearly 81 in nickels,
dimes and cents, and he went about pur-
chasing supplies. There was an old pistol
IN the house that hadn't been fred for
mothers kindling wood hatohet and put
II in a bundle with the old pistol, a top,
a new red agate and thirteen plasters, a
Then, a week ago last Monday, he ran
away. Joey didn't have any very definite
Idea Of where he wanted to go, but he hap
Tened to remember that his mother said
county, SO he bought a ticket for Ellen
vile, which Is on the Ontario and Western
i7'lroad. The conductor watched Jeoy
cl.rlously. half suspecting that he was a
was up. However, the conductor didn't
say anything except to wake joey up when
the train got to Ellenville.
1t was dark and raining, a cold, mean
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the boy and made him think rgretfully Of
his warm home in Brook Ign. Ellenville
seemed just like any other place, except
that 1t was very small and very dark. Joey
cried himself to sleep that night in a barn,
starting at every sound mad by the rats.
In the morning, hungry and homesick, he
walked out a farm road and came to the
house of a Mr.. Levine. The Levines gave
hun breakfast and asked him all about him.
self, Joey wouldn't talk. He was afraid
To 90 back home and very much dreaded
meeting the kids after they heard of his
ing!orious finish. He told the Levines that
his name was Frank Goldstein and that he
lived somewhere in New York. He con-
tIded to Mrs. Levine that he had run away
to hunt Indians, and the farmers wife ex-
planned to him in the incest motherly way
that there weren't really Indians any more,
except on reservations, and that the stories
he had read were just make believe, telling
about people that lived many, many years
ago.
Mr., Levine sent word to Police Head
curriers' here a few days ago. and when
Soey's uncle appeared, looking for a lost