South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-11-14

figuring on a tomahawk and a pair
Of moccasins. children's size
we have supper in the tent. The
younCster looks upon me and the
Professor as ordinary braves. only
interesting as a background TO the
camp scene. When he is seated on a
box Of sum wah-tah. with the edge
OF the table saving his neck, and
his mouth full of beefsteak. Little
Bear calls for his name. Roy says
the kid, with a sirlOiny sound 10 II.
But when the rest Of il and his
postoffce address is referred to. he
shakes his head I guess not he
says. You'll sepd me back. I want
TO stay with you. I like this camp
ing out. AT home. we fellows had
a camp in our back yard IT, Y
called me Roy, the Red Wolf.
guess that'Il do for a name Gin
me another piece OF 5eefsteak,
please.
1--WE had to keep that kid We
knew there was a hullabalOo about
him somewheres, and that Mamma,
and Uncle Harry. and Aunt Jane.
and the chief Of police were hot
after his trail, but not another
word would re tell US. In two days
cine outfit, and all OF us had a
sneaking hope that his owners
wouldn't turn up. When the red
wagon was doing business he was in
It, and passed up the bottles TO Mr..
Peters as proud and satisfied as a
prince that's abjured a twO-hundred-
crown for a million-dollar parve-
nuess. Once John Tom asked him
something about his papa. I amt
got any papa he says. He ruined
away and left us. He made my
mamma cry. Aunt Lucy says he's
shape "A what?' somebody asks
him. a shape says the kid; some
kind Of a shape-lemme see-oh
yes, a feendenuman shape. 1 don't
know what II means John Tom was
for putting our brand on him, and
dressing him up like a little chief,
with wampum and beads. but 1 We
toes IL. Somebody's lost that kid, is
my view Of II, and they may want
, him. You let me try him with
few stategems, and see If I can't get
a look at his visiting card
$50 that night I goes up TO Mr.
Roy Blank by the campfire, and
lOOks at him COntemptuouS and
scornful. 'Sniekenwitzey! SAYS I,
A4AN AAAN " VI "a AAAtANE AAAN SIN OHM
enwitzell Bah, Before I'd be named
Snickenwitzeln
What's the matter with you,
Jeff?' says the kid. opening his eyes
wide
'Snickenwitzelr I repeats. and
spat the word out L saw a man to-
day from your town, and he told
me your name. I'm not surprised
YOU was ashamed to tell il. Snicken-
witzeli Whewr
All, here now says the boy. in
diguant and wriggling all over
I what's the matter with your That
amt my name. It's COnyers. What s
the matter with you2'
And that's not the worst Of II,
/ went on quick keeping him hot
and not giving him time to think.
We thought YOU was from a nice.
weil-to-do family. Here's Mr.. Little
Bear, a chief of the Chcrokees. en-
titled TO wear nine otter tails on his
sunday blanket. and Professor Blink
" who plays Shakespeare and the
banjo. and me. that's got hundreds
OF dollars in that black tin box in
the wagon, and we've got to be care
full about the company we keep.
( That man tells me your folks live
way down in little old Hencoop Al
ley, where there are no sidewalks.
and the goats eat off the table with
you.
That kid was almost crying now.
faint So, he splutters. He-he
don't know what he's talking about.
We live on Poplar Av'noo. 1 don't
sociate with goats. What's the mat
ter with you?'
Poplar Avenue. SAYS 7 sarcastic
Poplar Avenuei That's a street 70
live on! It only runs two blocks
and then falls off a bluff. You car
throw a key of nails the whole
length of it, Don't talk to me about
Poplar Avenue.
It's miles long says the kid
Our numbers S62 and there's lots