Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1914-12-02


now as when he was a section boss, and
his daughter Alicia is another Henry
Hartman fem1ntzed. Her mother was
pampered child of Fifth avenue,
born to money and slave to her own
whims, and Alicia grew up more effec-
lively spoiled than her mother, combin-
ing the traits of both parents.
"Well. when got a panicky letter
from one of Running Elk's professors,
coupling her name vaguely with that
Of my Indian, wavered in my deter
mination to see this experiment out.
But the mind of the analyst is unsen-
timental, and one who sets out to un-
tangle the skein of the gods must pay
the price, so waited.
LAS If fate had really taken a part
in the affair, 1 found a long distance
:all from old Henry Hartman when /
returned to my hotel. He had wired
me here at the agency and, finding l
was In Washington, had called me
from New York. he didn't tell me
much over the phone, except that he
must see me at once, and as my work
was finished l took the train in the
morning, going straight to his office.
"'Doc, I'm in an awful hole,' he de-
clared, and you're the only man who
can pull me out It's about Alicia and
that savage Of yours
81 know something about it, said
l, and l feel rather to blame, for it
| I vrh0 h ko
| 81 won't be defied by my own flesh
and blood! won't! l won't! I'm
the master of my own family! Why.
the things so absurd it's almost unbe-
lievable, and yet it's terribe-terrible!
| Heavens! What would her mother say
if she were alive?'
| "'Have you talked with AliciaT
"'Not with her, to her. She's like a
mule. Yes, sir, just like mule. |
never saw such a will in a woman.
live fought her until I'm as weak
as cat. l don't know where she got
her temper! He collapsed feebly, and
had to smile, for there's only one
thing strong and stubborn enough to
overcome Harman's resistance, and
that Is a Harman's desire.
| "'What does she say? My inter-
est in the affair was increasing.
| Nothing. except to agree that I'm
right in the abstract and then to in
form me that the abstract problems
60 to pieces once in awhile. She says
th1s-this Galloping Moose, this yelp-
ing ghost dancer of yours. is the only
real man she ever met
| "'What does he have to say?
"'Humph! grunted Hartman. All
he does is to listen
"'How old is Alicia?
"'Nineteen. Oh. I've hurled that at
her. too. but she says she'll wait You
know she has her own money from
her mother
bled the old fellow. I'll kidnap her
and take her to Europe. It's awfulv
II didn't 60 back to the city with
them, but said goodby at the running
board Of their machine, finding next
morning that the father had taken my
advice and that they had sailed unex-
| RCNICOly AOA Ill 1LuCuu1SC SLIy u.
II spent that evening with Running
Elk, who seemed glad to see me. He
asked all about his people. told me of
his progress and spoke lightly Of his
victory that day. Sound him as l
would, could elicit no mention Of
Alicia Harman's name He wasn't
much Of talker anyhow, and at last
was forced to bring up the subject
myself, whereupon the silence of his
forefathers fell upon him, and all he
did was listen. l told him forcibly
that any thoughts Of her were ridicu-
lous and impossible.
"'WhyY said he.
II told him a thousand reasons why,
recounted them cruelty, unfeelingly,
but he made no sign to me. AS mat
ter of fact, don't think he under
stood them any more than he under
stood the affair itself. He appeared to
be blinded and confused by the splen-
dor of it all. She was so glorious, so
different, so mysterious to him that
he had lost all perspective. Recognize
ing this, l descended to material
things which knew he could grasp.
81 paid for your education,' said l,
and it is almost over with. In a few
months you'll be turned out to make
your living. and then you'll encounter
this race prejudice ! speak of in a
way to affect your stomach and your
body. You're poor man, Running
Elk, and you've got to earn your way.
Your blood will bar you from a good
many means Of doing 1t, and when
your color begins to affect your earn.
ing capacity you'll have all you can
do to take care Of yourself alone
Life isn't played on gridiron, and
the first thing you've got to do is
make a man of yourself. You've got
no right to fill your head with insane
fancies of this Sort
"'Yes, SIR said he. And that was
about all l could get out of him. His
reticence was very annoying.
II didn't see him again for two years.
had barely reached the reservation
when the stage from the railroad
brought two women, two strange wom-
ell, who came straight to my Office
Alicia Hartman and her French maid.
"Well, was fairly knocked end
wise. But she was as well poised and
self contained as on that Thanksgiving
morning in New York when she and