Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1921-07-09

for the next town, forty miles east, for
it is likely that the esteemed Mr. Con-
yers will drive there to take the ears. I
don't know, l tells her, but what he
has legal rights; but if l find him l can
give him an Illegal left in the eye, and
tie him up for a day or two, anyhow,
on a disturbal Of the peace proposition
Mrs COnyers goes inside and cries
with the landlords wife, who is fixing
some catnip tea that will make every
thing all right for the poor dear. The
landlord comes out on the porch thumb
ing his one suspender, and says to me:
Amt had so much excitements In
town since Bedford Steegalls wife swal-
Tered a spring lizard I seen him through
the winder hit her with the buggy whip,
and everything. What's that suit of
clothes cost you you got on? Pears like
we'd have some rain don't it? Say, doc,
that Indian of yorn's on kind of
whizz tonight amt he? He comes along
just before you did, and | told him about
this here occurrence. He gives cur US
kind of a boot, and trOtted off. | guess
our constable1l have him in the lookup
fore morning
i thought I'd sit on the porch and
wait for the l o'clock train. | wasn't
feeling saturated with mirth. Here was
John Tom on one Of his sprees, and this
kidnapping business losing sleep for me-
But then, l IN always having trouble with
other peoples troubles. Every few min
utes Mrs. Conyers would come out on the
pOItu anu IOtk uOWu the IOdu Inc way
the buggy went, like she expected to see
that kid coming back on a white pony
with red apple in his hand. Now,
wasn't that like a woman? And that
brings up cats. I saw mouse go in
this hole, says Mrs. Cat; you can go
prize up a plank over there if you like;
III watch this hole
About a quarter to l o'clock the lady
comes out again, restless, crying easy, as
females do for their own amusement and
she lnosC down haf o. nd
listens. Now, ma am says l, there's
no use watching cold wheel tracks. By
this time they're halfway to - Hush
she says, holding up her hand. And
do hear something coming fip-fap in
the dark and then there is the aWfullest
War-whoop ever heard outside of Madison
Square Garden at Buffalo Bill matinee.
And up the steps and on to the porch
jumps the disrespectable Indian. The
lamp in the hall shines on him, and
fail to recognize Mr.. J. 7. Little Bear,
alumnus Of the class Of 81. What I see
Is a Cherokee brave, and the warpath ia
what he has been travelling. Firewater
and other things have got him going
His buckskin is hanging in strings, and
his feathers are mixed up like a frizzTy
hens. The dust of miles Is on his moe
casins and the light in his eye is the
kind the aborigines wear. But in his
arms he brings that kid, his eyes half
closed with his little shoes dangling and
'Pappoose" gays John Tom, and
notice that the flowers Of the white mans
syntaX have left his tongue. He is the.
original proposition in bears claws and
copper color. Ne bring, says he ana
he lays the kid in his mothers arms.
Run fifteen mile says John Tonight
Catch white man. Bring pappoose
The little woman is in extremities Of
gladness. She must wake up that stir-up
trouble youngster and hug him and make
proclamation that he is his mammals
own precious treasure. l was about to
ask questions, but | looked at Mr. Little
Bear, and my eye caught the sight OF
something in his belt. Now go to bed,
ma'am. says I, and this gadabOut
youngster likewise, for there's no more
danger, and the kidnapping business is
not what 1t was earlier in the night.
Il inYeigled John Tom down to camp
quick and when he tumbled off asleep /
got that thing out of his belt and dis
posed Of ii where the eye of education
cant see it. For even the football coll
eges disapprove of the art of scalptak-
ing in their curriculums
1t is 10 O'Clock next day when John
Tom wakes up and looks around | am
glad to see the nineteenth century ia his
eyes again.
What was it, Jef?' he asks.
Heap frewater,' says /.
John Tom frowns, and thinks a little
Combined says he directly, with the
interesting little physiological makeup
known as reversion to type. / remember
now. Have they gone vet:
On the : 80 train, answers.
"Tgh" says John Tom; better So
PaIeface bring big Chief Wish Heap
Dough little bromo-Seltzer, and then
he'll take up the redmanS burden
again.