The Washington herald., 1920-08-02

They are adapted for the eye.
What they run to is inches
around, and complexion, and the
art of tanning the delusion that
the sealskin would look just as
well on the lady with the warts
and the pocketbook. Now, II opc
of them models was off duty. al
you took il. and il would say
Charlie when you pressed it, and
sit up at the table, why, then
you would have something similar
to Mrs. Conyers. l could see how
John Tom could resist any in
clination to hate that white
sQuaw.
The lady and the kid stayed
at the hotel. In the morning, they
say. they will start for home. Me
and Little Bear left at o'clock.
and sold Indian Remedy on the
courthouse square till 8. He
leaves me and the professor to
drive down to camp, while ne
stays up town. 1 am not enam-.
ored with that plan. for it shows
John Tom is uneasy in his COM
posures, and that leads to fire.
water, and sometimes TO the
green corn dance and costs. Not
often does Chief Wish Heap
Dough get busy with the fire.
water. but whenever he does there
is heap much doing in the lodges
fthe palefaces who wear blue
and carry the club.
AT half-past nine Prof. Binkly
is rolled in his quilt snoring in
blank verse. and / am sitting by
the fire listening to the frogs.
Mr.. Little Bear slides into camp
and sits down against tree.
There is no symptoms of fire.
water.
jeff" says he, after a long
time, "a little boy came West to
hunt Indians.
"'wen. then" says I. for 1
wasn't thinking as he was.
And he bagged one, says
John Tom. and twas not with a
gun. and he never had on a vel
veteen suit of clothes in his life
And then 1 began to catch his
smoke.
"I know it, says I. And I'll
bet you his pictures are on valen-
tines, and fool men are his game,
red and white.
You win on the red says
John Tom, calm. 'Jen. for how
many ponies do you think I could
o buy Mrs. ConyersT
'Scandolous talk" I replies.
''Tis not a paleface custom John
Tom laughs loud and bites into a
cigar. No he answers; its the
savage equivalent for the dollars
of the white mans marriage set
tlement. Oh, / know. There's an
eternal wall between the races.
II could 90 it, JEFF, I'd put a
torch to every white college that
redman has ever set foot in
side. why don't YOU leave US
alone he says, to our own ghost
dances and dog-feasts, and our
dingy sqaaws to cook our grass
hopper soup and dscn our moe
casins?'
Now. you sure don't mean dis
respect to the perennial blossom
entitled education?" says /, scan
dalized, because l wear 1t in the
bosom of my own intellectual
shirt-waist. I've had education
says /. and never took any harm
from it,
"'You lasso u.s. goes on Little
Bear, not noticing my prose iuser-
tions, and teach us what is beau
tiful in literature and in life, and
how to appreciate what is fine in
men and women. What have you
done to me?' says he. You've
made me a Cherokee Moses. You've
taught me to hate the wigwams
and love the white mans ways. i
can look over into the promised
land and see Mrs. Conyers, but my
place is--on the reservation
Little Bear stands up in his
chiefs dress, and laughs again.
But, white man Jeff.' he goes on,
the paleface provides a recourse.
''Tis a temporary one, but 1t gives
a respite and the name Of it. is
whisky And straight of he walks
up the path to town again. Now
says / in my mind, may the Man
itou move him to do only ballable
things this night" For l perceive
that John Tom is about to avail
himself of the white mans solace.
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