The Coconino sun., 1919-08-22

was among the girls. A handsome, outstanding, energetic chap, he was "all there" in every sense of the word. Herbert, when the mating season was at it's matingest point, took unto himself wife, the ceremony being performed Hopi-wise. She wasn't. so much to look at or to listen to, but as Herbert seemed to be satisfied, we have no kick coming, have we? Now then, with Arthur and Dell and Herbert and Herbert's wife we have established rectangle. Perhaps, as there didn't develope, so awful much rectitude as the plot thickened, we'd better call it quadrangle. Anyhow, | let's be happy over the fact that it's one of those conventional-or uncon- ventional; which is it, or both ?-tri- angles we so frequently have Glynned into us.
 Arthur, the ne'er-do-well, started things going by philandering around Herbert's domicile while the latter was in Winslow. There are gossips among the Indians, just as. there are among the whites, and Herbert was soon wised up.
 Herbert didn't go on the warpath, or anything like that. He sat down and gave the matter some thought. Probably the more he looked at his faithless wife the more his anger cooled. Anyhow, the gossips seemed about to miss the thrill of any start ling denoument, when suddenly Ar thur was called away on business. Herbert immediately began making ardent love to Dell, so successfully that when Arthur came home next morning he found it deserted. Dell had gone to live with Herbert, who had incontinently kicked his own frau out doors.
 Though Dell's attractions had not sufficed to keep Arthur from wander ing afield, he, like lots of other fel- lows of the same stamps, was wroth over any one else trespassing on his preserves, and, not wishing to risk personal combat, appealed to his own father, the snake chief.
 The latter took the case to Yes tewa, chief of the village. Both Her bert and Dell were favorites with Yestewa, chief of the village, who de- cided that as long as they were satis- fled with the new arrangement, as they said they were, he would not interfere. He so informed the snake chief, who then threatened that unless Dell was restored to his son, to call off all future snake dances and let the Snake God wreak his wrath on the whole gosh-darned works. Yestewa, refusing to be bluffed, told the snake chief that he could take his old snake dance and go to.
 That was three years ago, and there the matter stands today. Herbert still has Dell. Arthur has divorced her, by formality of the white mans law, and the agent, Leo Crane, says everything is all right as far as he is concerned if Herbert and Dell will get married in the civilized way.
 And thus, you see, the red folk sometimes go us one better, and in stead of only the two affinities de- flying the devil to do his worst, n whole village has told his satanic majesty where he gets off at.
 Here are some of Dad Powers rem- iniscences of early days in Flagstaff, written by himself, especially for this column:
 "When the Riordan brothers built the old saw-mill (which burned down several years ago) J. M. Riordan em- ployed some mechanics in Michigan, myself among them. I came as engi- neer, and got to Flagstaff in August, 1888.
 q got in after dark, hungry and dry. No restaurant open, water was scarce and poor; but whiskey, gin, beer, and other soft drinks overflow ing. As the town, or rather village, was not cursed by prohibition. got a drink of whiskey for 25 cents.
 "Thus was spent my first hour in Flagstaff.
 "I saw at once that I was in the wild west. Oh! I wish could repeat that happy hour.
 "When I went to the saloon, there were number of jolly, half-wild- looking fellows, some with revolvers, or rifles. Some were singing, others gambling or telling stories, and all having a good time. The bartender showed me the way to the mill, where I found old friends.
 At that time they were building