The Washington herald., 1920-08-02

a Tammany cartoon. The ques-
tion before the council is what's
to be done with you. You've run
away from home. You've been
reading Howells. You've dis
graced the profession of boy
avengers by trying to shoot a
tame Indian. and never saying:
Die, dog of a redskin. You have
Avenger nineteen times too
often" What do you mean by it?'
The kid thought for a minute.
I guess 1 made a mistake he
says. I ought to have gone far
ther west. They find 'em wild
out there in the canons.' He holds
out his hand to John Tom, the
little rascal. Please excuse me,
sir says he, for shooting at you.
l hope it didn't hurt you. But you
ought to be more careful. When a
scout sees a Indian in his war
dress. his rifle must speak Little
Bear gives a big laugh with
whoop at the end of it, and swings
the kid ten feet high and sets him
on his shoulder, and the runaway
fingers the fringe and the eagle
feathers and Is full of JOY the
white man knows when he dan
giles his heels against an inferior
race. II is plain that Little Bear
and that kid are chums from that
or. The little renegade has al
ready smoked the pipe of peace
with the savage, and you can see
in his eye that he is figuring on
a tomahawk and pair of moe
casins, children's size.
I'VE have supper in the tent.
The youngster looks upon me and
the professor as ordinary braves,
only intended as a background to
the camp scene. When he is seat
ed on a box of Sum- wah-tah, with
the edge of the table saving his
steak, Little Bear calls for his
name. Roy says the kid, with
a sirloiny sound to it. But when
the rest of 1t and his postofhce
address is referred to, he shakes
his head. I guess not he says.
You'll send me back. I want to
stay with you. like this camp
ing out. At home, we fellows had
a camp in our back yard. They
called me Roy, the Red Wolf!
guess that'll do for a name. Gim-
me another piece of beefsteak'
please
I'VE had to keep that kid. We
knew there was a hullabaloo
about him somewheres, and that
mamma and Uncle Harry and Aunt
lane and the chief of police were
hot after his trail, but not another
word would he tell US. In two
Nf he
Medicinoj outfit, and all of US had
q sneaking hope that his owners
wouldn't turn up. When the red
wagon was doing business he was
in IL, and passed up the bottles to
Mr.. Peters as proud and satisfied
as a prince that's abjured a ZOO
crown Cor a 100000 psrvenuess,i Z
Once John Tom asked him some-
thing about his Papa I amt got
any papa he says. He ruined
sway and left us. He made my
mamma cry. Aunt Lucy says he's
a shape "A what?' somebody asks
him. "A shape says the kid; some
kind of a shape-lemme see-oh,
yes, a feendenuman shape. l don't
know what il means. John Tom
was for putting our brand on him,
and dressing him up like a little
chief, with wampum and beads,
but I vetoes it. Somebody's lost
that kid, is my view of it, and
they may want him. You let me
try him with a few strategems.
and see IL I can't get look at his
visiting card
so that night / goes up to Mr..
Roy Blank by the camp fire, and
looks at him contemptuous and
scornful. 'Snickenwitzelp says /,
like the word made me sick;
'Snickenwitzel! BAH Before I'd
be named Snickenwitzelr
What's the matter with you,
JeffT says the kid, opening his
eyes wide.
'Snickenwitzel" / repeats, and
/ spat the word out. I saw a man
today from your town, and he told
me your name. I'm not surprised
you was ashamed to tell 1t. Snick-
enwitzeli whewr
"Ah, here. now says the boy,
indignant and wriggling all over.
what's the matter with your That