The Washington herald., 1920-08-02
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ernment ownership conversay
ziones. While at the football COL
lege in the East he had acquired
Quantities of rhetoric and the art
OF calisthenics and sophistry in
his classes, and when he stood up
in the red wagon and explained
to the farmers, eloquent. about
rhilblains and hyperaesthesia of
the cranium. JEFF couldn't hand
out the Indian Remedy fast
enough for EN-.
One night we was camped on
the edge of a little town out
west Of Salina. We always camp
ed near a stream, and put up
little tent. Sometimes we sold
out Of the Remedy unexpected,
and then Chief Wish -Heap-Dough
would have a dream in which the
Manitou commanded him to NIL
uD a few bottles of -wah-tan
At the most convenient place.
Twas about ten o'clock. and we'd
Just got in from a street per-
formanCe was in the tent
with the lantern. figuring up the
DAYS profits. John Tom hadn't
taken of his Indian makeup, and
vas sitting by the campfire mind
ing a hne sirloin steak IN the
pan for the Professor TIL he
huishsd his hair-raising scene
with the trained horses.
"AIl at once cut OF dark bushes
comes a pop like are cracker.
and John Tom gives a grunt 7Id
digs out Of his bosom little
bullet that has dented itself
against his collar-bone John
Tom makes a dive in the direc-
tion of the fireworks, and comes
hack dragging by the collar
kid about 3 or 10 years young,
in velveteen suit. with nickel
mounted rife in his hand about
as big as a fountain-pen.
Here, you pappoose, says
John Tom. what are you gun
ming for with that howitzer? You
might hit somebody in the eye.
Come out. jeff. and mind the
steak. Don't let IL burn, while
investigate this demon with the
pea shooter.
'Cowardly redskin.' says the
kid like he was quoting from
favorite author. Dare to burn me
at the stake and the paleface will
sweep you from the prairies like
like everything. Now, you lemme
90, or I'll tell mamma
John Tom plants the kid on a
camp stool, and sits down by him.
Now, tell the big chief he says,
why you try to shoot pellets into
your Uncle Johns system. Didn't
you know II was loadedT
"Are you a Indian? asks the
kid, looking up cute as you please
at John Toms buckskin and eagle
feathers. I am says John Tom.
We'll. then. that's why answers
the boy. swinging his feet.
nearly let the steak burn watch
ing the nerve Of that youngster-
Ohio" says John Tom, I see.
You're the Boy Avenger. And
you've sworn ITO rid the continent
Of the savage, redman. Is that
about the way Of It. son?'
The kid halfway nodded his
head. And then he looked elum.
Twas indecent to- wiring hts se-
cret from his bosom before a
single brave had fallen before his
parlor rife.
Now, tell US where your wig
wan is, pappoose.' says John Tom
where you live? Your mamma
will be worrying about you being
out so late. Tell me, and I'll take
you home
The kid grins. I guess not.
he says. I live thousands and
thousands Of miles over there
He gyrated his hand toward the
horizon. I come on the train he
says, by myself. 1 got off here
because the conductor said my
ticket had expirated.' He looks at
John Tom with sudden suspicion.
I bet you amt a Indian be says.
You don't talk like a Indian. You
look like one, but all a Indian can
say is heap good and 'paleface
die Say. I bet you are one of
them make-believe Indians that
sell medicine on the streets.
saw one once in Quincy
"TYou never mind, says John
Tom. whether I'm q cigar sign or