The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-11-14

we used 10 go Tor twenty-mlle
trips after she got wore down to
riding. Jim give me full time off
to show the Old lady the best time
possible, as you wouldn't hardly
believe the difference in that ranch
since the Art of Cookery broke in,
let alone the fact that Amelia das-
sent chirp. Seemed to me she was
bottling up for a celebration, but
in the meantime. things slid along
on the buttered side of prosperity.
And then came the great event in
the visit of Aunt Johanna.
When We were riding past a bit
of Bad lands, one day, l heard an
owl boot. Now, owls don't boot a
great deal in the day time. unless
they're Scotch by birth, and the lit
tie owls in a prairie dog town don't
boot, anyhow-it amt much more
than a chirrup. So l says. when an
owl boots, when there amt any owl
to boot, there must be some friend
of mine that's done something he
hadn't orter.
excused myself to Aunt johann
ma and slid along to the sound,
hooting like another owl, but at the
same time keeping leery hand on
my gun, for there was a buckle
around at this time, who couldn't
be got to appreciate me at my true
worth. and he might be tolling me
along to where he could shoot me
real comfortable. But | see dried
stick popping up from behind a
clump of Gumbo-a stick with
three short branches-and that was
the sign between Crazy Bull and
me-you lick your hand and rub
it in the dust, and then hold your
fingers kinder stiff and crooked and
it looks just like dried branch.
Well, | threw sign to Bull that
no danger was nigh and then had
his story out OF him. A short horse
and soon -urried. You see. he was
one OF old Sitting Bulls Dog Sol
diers. renegade Injuns from every
tribe in America, but not all bad
boys at that. Especially Crazy Bull.
He was a great man among the In
jun ladies, and so he was always
on the run, with a husband or
father or son or brother or another
lady after him. To be popular
among the ladies is almost like
making little Susie Trouble an
adopted sister. This time Bull got
weary of hot-footing it and shot
the outraged parties full of entirely
convincing holes.
Sitting Bull tried to interfere to
save him, but his credit never Mas
very good along the Cannon-ball
River, and it was Crazy Bull for
the Bad lands and Solitude.
| asked him what | could do for
him. and he wanted word carried
10 Observation-Disclosures Sitting
Bull-and he wanted grub, tobacco,
and minnewaukon cheScheela. ]
promised to take word TO Taton-
kah-Eyokah, to furnish grub and
'baccy. but | drew a firm line on
furnishing whisky.
"NIinnewaukon. Ouanitch" says
|, "Tahko nea yappi, mea schlola-
lei; Kola! Nea Tatonkah With
ote-ko. shinto!'
Then, of course, | felt kinder
mean at talking to a full grown
man that way, so l says, Come on
out till l introduce you to white
ladyT
| knew at the same time Aunt
Johanna would be tickled into
spasms at meeting a full bloom In
jun Bad Man, and to have secret
to keep-and there wasn't the
slightest doubt about her being able
to keep the secret. Aunt johann
ma | saws, here's where you meet
Crazy Bull-he's wanted for kill
ing, SO please don't mention it.
Tatonkah Witkote-ko, shake hands
with Aunt Johanna
Bull didn't use a great deal of
English, but he swung what he had
polite and nice. Besides. he was a
Jim-dandy, up standing Red Man,
taller than me, and full as broad.
although he weighed less, and his
legs and arms was finished up as
neat as rifle barrel, and the skin
on him was like new silk.
l saw Aunt Johanna sizing him
up unusual strong, but l didn't have
the fainteSt notion l was starting
up that Othello racket in a new rig
There was something about Aunt
Johanna that was no kin at all to
my notion of DeSdemona. Yet what
has that to do with anything? Why
is it we figure that if a woman don't
pretty up in the face, she has no
right to get sentimental? What's a |
good looking mug got to do with
what YOU think and feel? Answer. !
YOU! Nothing, that's the answer
Yet every man-jack of us has his
tee-hee on tap when a homely !
Or