The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-08-11
DaiWSborfS1o,Y
AN OUACHEE wOOING
BY Stuart Ii. Stone.

Her name was Chin-gach-i-gook-
ala, which being rendered into
prosaic English meaneth the Scar
let Butterfly of the Tanawah Can
yon. Her form was trim and tall
and slender. Her eyes were dark
and spiritual for an Ouachee maid
ems.
The Scarlet Butterfly numbered
her lovers even as the muster of
the male population of the tribe.
The brave, painted bucks of the
clan, the claw-necklaced medicine
men, the wrinkled sages and chief
tains dallied about her cabin door.
Ardent, cultural messages poured
into her ear; offerings of rain
bowish beads, wonder-woven belts
and splendid feathers were heap
ed at her feet. But the maid only
laughed and tripped and sang,
and the bucks and sages and herb
doctors trudged solemnly away
with shaking heads and bitter
hearts.
Two suitors there were, how
ever, who elected more than
laughter and song from the Scar
let Butterfly. One of these was
Young Man-Afraid of the-Plow,
the big, handsome buck who
summed himself upon his cabin
porch at the other end of the res
|ervatfon. The other was Crazy
Serpent, who devoured his gov
eminent rations and slept upon
his government blanket but few
short rods from the hut of the
Butterfly maiden.
Young Man-Afraid-of-the
was noble Indian, true to his
race ideals of the utter dishonor
of the pick, the hammer and the
bod. He was an insistent wooer
upon those occasions when he
tethered his pony at the door of
the little cabin. But these occa-
sions were few and far between
much more so than suited the
Scarlet Butterfly. For it was
toilsome ride from the hut of
Observation-Disclosures to
the mouth of Tanawah canyon,
and Young-Man disdained all toll.
The wooing of the Butterfly
maid had reached a stage where
here coquetries would no longer
suffice. Young Man Afraid-of-
the-Plow, though insistent, COM
planned that 10 miles was too far
to ask any lover to trudge. Crazy
Serpent declared he could waste
no more time on maiden so capri
cious. So that the Scarlet But
terfly, growing suddenly sober,
dispatched a message by Gunni-
son Charley, the mailman, whose
route ran by Young-Man's cabin.
Young Observation-Disclosures
sat smoking the long pipe of re-
Election as Gunnison Charley rat
tied up. The sun was blissfully
warm-in fact, a trifle too bliss
fully warm. The shade, yard
to the south, would have been a
welcome relief, but to remove his
body for the space of yard was
more than Young-Man cared to
undertake at the moment. Half a
dozen flies tickled his neck, too,
but he was too comfortable to
flap at them. And dreams-ah,
If the Scarlet Butterfly were only
here to weed out the little truck
patch and hustle wood for the ket-
tie! Young-Man jumped slight
ly at the crack of Gunnison
Charley's whip.
Hi, you reposeful-natured red
mani" shouted Charley. THAT,
there little gal you call the But
terfly says for you to come right
on down there-says she's done
made up her mind you're the
buckle for her."
"Ugh!" grunted Young-Man-
Afraid-cf-the-Plow, vaguely an
noyed at the interruption.
Gunnison Charley repeated the
with energetic pyrotech-
nical establishment.
"Ugh!" grunted Young-ManI
again. For a minute his sluggish
heart bounded. He looked
across the field to where his pony