The Tomahawk., 1917-05-03

A KanSan, webbing north, would fall
into the yearning arms OF Sheriff Pax
ton. But King Lewis continued on
the land that he had seized upon.
And, in the absence of any properly
constituted authority, there seemed no
reason why his kingdom should not
endure forever.
During the height Of the festivities
a royal proclamation was issued de-
claring that the powers could not In
tervene, and even the presence Of Mr..
Taft, then secretary for war, in Okla
homa could not dampen the spirits OF
tho populace nor dilute the potency OF
those that passed over the bar. The
proclamation stated that only spe-
cial act of congress could put the
kingdom out of business. However,
Lewis had failed to take General
issimo Pussyfoot Johnson Into con-
sideration.
Now, when the news reached John
sons ears, he. was good deal upset.
He did not like these happenings.
Was the man who had earned national
fame as champion lid-clamper of the
Indian Territory to be defied and have
his work annulled by men who were
running his reputation and debauching
his Indian wards? Johnson cared no
more for law than the others cared
for law and order. But Johnson did
care for order. And he meant to
maintain it. Johnson is an Anglo
Saxon name, and Johnson responds
to the old English instinct for good
government. But Johnson has Indian
blood in him also, and when Johnson
goes on the warpath he never lets 90
of anything he catches-never.
Johnson accordingly reasoned like
this: IF his majesty King Lewis and
his cabinet can commit a felony no.
where, certainly I, too, have right
to commit a felony nowhere. But
will it be felony? If No Mans Land
is in the United States and not on
the high seas, then I, as a federal Of
ficer, have an undoubted right to In
stitute proceedings"
Thus it happened that one night
dark-complexioned barrel of man
with bald, shining head and stubby
moustache, followed by two armed
deputies, wandered out from Indian
Territory into the realm Of his maj
esty. From end to end could be
heard the rafting Of the roulette ball,
as it made it's devious course round
the wheel, and the dice clicking on
the crap table. From another corner
came the steady click, click OF poker
chips. In still another place there
sat a pale, faultlessly dressed man
running his long, slender fingers
across the faro box. At the other
end of the palace glasses were clink-
ing, and nearby a colored man was
humping out Gust Because She Made
Them Goo-Goo Eyes" upon a wheezy
piano.
Accompanied by his deputy, Fred
Keller, Johnson assembled into the
palace precincts, by the front door,
without sending a herald or ambas-
sador. There was no fanfare OF
bugles: Johnson simply entered. The
front of the realm faced Indian Terri
tory, the back Kansas. His majesty
cast one look at the bald dome of the
invading army, and made the quickest
abdication Of which there is record.
He simply sprang for the back door
and bolted for Kansas soil. He
reached it, and, since his cares OF
state had left him no time to arrange
an extradition treaty with Kansas, he
was safe there from molestat:cn, and,
grinding his teeth, he watched the
ruin of his kingdom.
IF Johnson had entered the back
door he would have had Lewis, Cor in
Indian Territory he was supreme.
However, he was not thinking very
much about the king just then. Nor
did he regard the courtiers and no.
bility at the bar and gaming tables,
who made their exits in record time
also, some seeking shelter in the Ter
ritory and others in Kansas. John
sons principle design was to put
Monte Carlo out of commission.
johnson and Keeler made grab for
Killion and Elijah Paradise, and in a
trice had them in irons.
But you can't take us for this"
walled the prophet, as he tried to
wriggle outs Of his handouts.
"That's what the lawyer told the
man in JAIL" answered Pussyfoot.
Then, grasping heavy bung start
er, Johnson entered upon his favorite
pastime. The roulette wheel went in
to splinters, the tables became a pile
of debris, the cards were torn to
shreds in Johnson's strong fingers,
while he whistled I'm the Man Who
Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo"
Having satisfied himself that the bank
was broken beyond repair, Pussyfoot
turned his attention to the liquid re-
freshments. The sacred prohibition
soil of Kansas, and the equally uncon-
taminated soil of Indian Territory
soon became a morass, through which
a dozen rivers Of tanglefoot and "Old
Rye" wendell their sluggish ways.
When everything was an irreparable
ruin Johnson yoked his prisoners to-
~.&aor -rot +hop, into tho buggy which