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


jefferson y. Peters would intervene
a few shop-worn. senseless words 20
have the butter passed or another
leg OF the chicken.
yes. John Tom Little Bear ap-
peared 10 be inveigled some in his
bosom about that Mrs. Conyers.
She was Of the kind that pleaIes-
She had the good looks and more.
Ill tell you You take one OF these
cloak models in a big store. They
strike you as being on the imper-
sonal system. They are adapted for
the eve. What they run to is inches
around and complexion. and the art
OF tanning the deiusion that the
sealskin would look just as well on
the lady with the warts and the
pocket-book. Now, II one Of them
models was off duty, and you took
il. and IL would say Charlie when
you pressed il, and sit up at the
table. why, then you would have
something similar to Mrs. Conyers.
/ could see how John Tom could re-
sist any inclination 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 I'm the court
house square till 9. He leaves me
and the Professor to drive down 70
camp, while ne stays up town. / am
not enamored with that plan, for II
shows John Tom is uneasy In his
composures, and that leads 10 fire
water, and sometimes to the green
corn dance and costs. Not often
TnnrFurh
busy with the firewater, but when
ever he does there is heap much
doing in the lodges OF the palefaces
who wear blue and carry the club.
cat $3.50 Professor Binkly is rolled
in his quilt snoring in blank verse.
and / am sitting by the fire listen
ing to the frogs. Mr.. Little Bear
slides into camp and sits down
against a tree. There are no synrp-
toms Of firewater.
JEFF says he. after a long time.
"a little boy came west TO hunt
Indians
Wen. then?' says 7, for I 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 velveteen suit Of
clothes in his life And then 1 be-
gan 10 catch his smoke.
CT know it. says I. And III bet
YOU hi pictures are on valentines
and fool men are his game. red and
white.
you win on the red says John
Tom, calm. JEFF, for how many
ponies do YOU think l could buy
Mrs. Conyers|
81. .Scandalous TALK I replies 'Tis
linn Tom
laughs loud and bites into a cigar.
No he answers; It's the savage
equivalent for the dollars of the
white mans marriage settlement.
Oh. / know. There's an eternal wall
between the races. If / could do it,
JEFF, I'd put a torch 20 every white
college that a red man has ever set
foot inside Why don't you leave us
alone he says TO our own ghost
dances and dog-feasts and our
dingy squaws TO cook our grassnOp-
per soup and darn our moccasins"
Now, YOU sure don't mean dis
respect TO the perennial blossom en-
titled eduCauon2 says !, scandal
lied, because ] wear il I'm the bosom
OF my own intellectual shirtwa.st.
I've had education says /, and
never took any harm from it..
You lasso us goes on Little
Bear, not noticing my prose inser-
tions, and teach US what is beaut-
full i'm literature and in dife. and
how TO appreciate what - fine I'm
men and women. What have YOU
done TO me" save he. You've made
me a Cherokee Moses. You've
taught me 10 hate the wigwams and
loves the white mans ways. L can
look over into the promised land
and see Mrs COnyCrs, 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. It's a
temporary one, but II gives a
respite and the name of 1t is whis-
key And straight. off he walks UP
the path to town again. Now, says
I in my mind. may the ManitOu
move him 10 do only bailable things
this night For I perceive that
John Tom is about to avail himself
of the white mans sOlace.
Maybe il was 1880, as 1 sat
smoking when I hear pit-a-pats on
the path. and here comes Mrs. Con-
yers running, her hair twisted up
any way, and a look on her tace
that says burglars and mice and the
flour s-all-OUt rolled in one. on,
Mr.. Peters she calls out. as they
will. oh, OH I made quick
think, and I spoke the gist of it
out loud. Now says J. we've been
brothers. me and that Indian, but
I'll make a good one of him in two
minutes If -
No, no, she says wild and
cracking her knuckles, I haven't
seen Mr.. Little Bear. It's my
husband. He's stolen my boy. Oh
she says, Just when I had him back
i'm my arms again. That heartless
villain, Every bitterness life
knows, she says, he's made me
drink. My poor little l-mb. that
ought t. be warm in his bed, car
ried off by that tiendI
How did all this happen?' I
ask. Let's have the facts
I was fixing his bed she ex-
plains, and Roy was playing on the
hotel porch and he drives up TO the
steps. I heard Roy scream. and ran
out. My husband had him in the
buggy then. 1 begged him for my
child. This is what he gave me-.
She turns her face to the light
There is a crimson streak running
across her cheek and mouth. He