Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1919-09-11
Owens Protege
BY WILL T. AMES


chant and one Of the kind Of women
who name their first borns Archibald
If fine and Gwendoline if superfne,
met up with Ras Goora, son Of a
Caiffa rag picker, in Washington
square.
Gwen vas the ninety-six thousand
and first girls college graduate TO
come FROM Indiana to New York to
soften the heart of the world with her
pen. Ras was the second young man
to come from Caiffa. Syria, with the
definite purpose of acquiring, within
six months, capital enough to buy a
licOrice plantation.
The first Caiffa youth to achieve this
ambition had been Tufa GoOra, Ras's
cousin. He had returned, after brief
absence, with a small hatful Of the
golden coin of the infidels, and had
purchased the most excellent planta-
ton of Hal Akab; also the second
hand flivver of the departing French
consul.
Eela Karhagian, sloe-eyed daughter
posed to condescend to Tufa under
these circumstances. Ras, too, had
yearned hOpelessly for Eela. He de-
termined to put over performance to
equal or excel his cousins. He knew
of a better plantation and a newer
Ford. The plantation he wanted was
so near to town they could run in to
the picture theater; if
And Ras would have made his adj
venturing voyage to the other side OF
the world even had he known positive
ly what had merely occurred to him as
a acknowledgement Tufa'S money had
been the fruit of a series Of predatory
enterprises which made it by the rarest
of good luck that he ever returned to
Caiffa. He had got out Of New York
just two jumps ahead of the police.
Ras himself was entirely without
prejudice as to the manner in which
he might possess himself of some OF
the pelf of those villainously rich I'M
believers in America. His one idea
was to get it and get back.
George Washington Ciphers wouldn't
have trusted Goora, pere, for ten
cent paint brush il the latter, per ma
gician's carpet, had suddenly walked
in upon him.
Moreover, he would have kept the
keenest of eyes on old Ras senior, to
see that he didn't steal the knob off
the front door as he went out. But
Gwen Ciphers didn't inherit either her
fathers suspicious temperament nor
his quick insight into human nature.
Gwen, though she didn't suspect it,
took somewhat after her mushy
mother.
SO when Ras, hat in hand, ap-
preached her as she sat on bench in
the historic square planning wonderful
things for the world-to be put in her
book-Gwen did not shoe him away,
but looked at the paper he held out.
Ras had great, soulful eyes, like
deer, and said, so pathetically, "PliS,
mees!"
The writing read: "Am strange
mans in CRATE country. Pies show
work. Am awful CRATE strong"
"What on earth-where did you get
this?" Gwen eXclair ed. Ras shook
his head. "No spik American"
"Well, you poor soul, you've got
nice time ahead of you, sure. But
who wrote this?" Ras shook his head
again.
Gwen, by speaking very loud indeed,
in single words, and making a series Of
experiments in the sign language, final
ly got out of RaS the two words, "cOOk,
ship"
"WeIl, you come with me-" Gwen
suddenly exclaimed; and grabbing
Rass coat sleeve with thumb and fore
finger she steered him over to the
West Eleventh street pension" where
she lived with Madame Blanc, a Swiss
conjureSS, who knew how to change
five cents worth of cat meat into
most delectable ragout. She dragged
him to the basement door, demanded
to see Madame at once, and to that
lady said: Here's that house man
you wanted. You've simply got to take
him."
Madame was business woman. RaS
was without English. He would be
worth no more than his board. Ras,
his deerlike eyes full of gratitude,
yearned to be shown work.
Nobody else ever learned the lam
guage as fast as Ras Goora. These
people, have often heard" explained
Gwen, "have a positive genius for
tongues" Nevertheless she took a
mighty pride in Ras's accomplishment,
for he was her pupil. A dozen times
a day he was at her door receiving
tips-tips on English, that is. In three
months he was talking like a phono-
graph record.
Naturally, Ras explained everything
to his benefactress. He was an altru-
ist who lived for others. That's why
he was in America. Himself, he
would so many thousand times prefer
to stay in his own beautiful, dreamy
Syria. amid the olive trees and orange
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