The Coolidge examiner., 1931-12-11

dOwS on PawhuSka avenue p0Stured
ladies waxen and coquettish, as on
Fifth avenue.
The daughter of Mrs. Pat Leary
(nee Crook Nose) always caused
quite a fiutter when she came in,
for accustomed though Usage was
to money and the spending of it,
the Learys' lavishness was some
thing spectacular. Handmade silk
underwear, the sheerest of cObweb
French stockings, model hats,
dresses-well, in the matter of
gowns it was no good trying TO in
fluence Maude Leary or her moth
er. They frankly wanted beads,
spangles, and paillettes on a foun-
datiOn of crude color. The sales
women were polite and acquieScent,
but they cooked an eyebrow at one
another. Squaw stuff. Now that
little Cravat girl-Felice Cravat, CT
marron Cravat's daughter-was diff
ferent. She insisted on plain,
smart tailored things. Oklahoma
state woman tennis champion. She
always said she looked a freak in
fluffy thingS-like a boy dressed
up in girls clothes. She had long,
lean, muscular arms and a surpris-
ing breadth of shoulder, was slim
fianked and practically stOmachless.
She had a curious trick of holding
her head down and looking up at
you under her lashes and when she
did that you forgot her bOyishness,
for her lashes were like fern
frOnds, and her eyes, in her dark
face, an astounding ocean gray.
She was a good sport, too. She
didn't seem to mind the fact that
her mother, when she accompanied
her, wore the blanket and was hat
less, just like any poor Kaw, in
stead of being one of the richest
of the Osages. She was rather
handsome for squaw, in big, in
solent, slow-moving way. Felice
Cravat. every one agreed, was a
chip of the old block, and by that
they did not mean her father. They
were thinking of Yancey Cravat-
old CimarrOn, her grandfather, who
was now something of a legend in
Usage and throughout Oklahoma.
Young Gin and his Usage wife had
had a second child-a boy-and
they had called him Yancey, after
the old boy. Young Yancey was a
bewilderingly handsome mixture of
dozen types and forbears-In-
dian, Spanish, French, Southern,
Southwest. With that long narrow
face, the dolichocephalic head, peo-
pie said he looked like the king of
Spain-without that dreadful Haps-
burg jaw. Others said he was the
image of his grandmother, Sabra
Cravat. Still others contended that
he was his Indian mother over
again-insolence and all. A third
crazy. He's old Yancey, born again.
| guess you don't remember him.
There, look, that's what l mean !
The way he closes his eyes as II
he were sleepy, and then when he
does look at you straight you feel
as if you'd been struck by light
ming. They say he's so smart that
the Osages believe he's one of their
old gods come back to earth"
Mrs. Tracy Wyatt (she who had
been Donna Cravat) had tried to
adopt one of her brothers children,
being herself childless, but Gin
and his wife Ruby Big Elk had
never consented to this. She was
a case, that Donna Crayat, Okla
hOma was agreed about that. She
could get away with things that
any other woman would be shot
for. When old Tracy Wyatt had
divorced his wife TO marry this
girl local feeling had been very
much against her. Every one had
turned to the abandoned middle
aged wife with attentions and SYM
pathy, but she had met their
warmth and friendliness with such
vitriOl that they fell back in ter
ror and finally came to believe the
stories of how she had deviled and
nagged old Tracy all through their
marriage. They actually came to
feel that he had been justified in
deSerting her and taking to wife
| this young and fascinating girl.
Certainly he seemed to take a new
lease on life, lost five inches around
the waist line, played polo, re
gained something of the high color
and good spirits of his old dray-
driving days, and made a great hit
in London during the season when
Donna was presented at court. Be
sides, there was no withStanding
the Wyatt money. Even in a coun-
try blaSe of milliOnaireS Tracy
Wyatt's fortune was something to
marvel about. The name of Wyatt
seemed to be everywhere. AS you
rode in trains you saw the shining
round black flanks of oil cars,
thousands of them, and painted
on them in letters of white, wyatt
Oils" Motoring through Oklahoma
and the whole of the Southwest
you passed miles of Wyatt oil
tanks, whole silent cities of mono
liths, like something grimly Egyp-
tion, squatting eunuch-like on the
prairies.
AS for the Wyatt house-it
wasn't a house at all, but a COM
bination of the palace of Yer
sailles and the Grand Central sta
tion in New York. It occupied
grounds about the size of the duchy
of Luxembourg, and on the grounds,
once barren plain, had been set
great trees brought from England
A mile of avenue, planted in