Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-11-19

In the southwest. Bigger than HOus-
ton or Dallas or San Antonio. Be
cause Osage Is going TO be bigger and
richer than any Of them. You mark
what say Hardly any oil In the
town OF Usage. but billions OF barrels
of oil all around 1t. This town won't
be torn to pieces. then. It'll grow and
grow. Five years from now It'll look
like Chicago"
"Oh, Sol. how can that be7"
you'll see There where the gam.
bling tent stood with a mud hole In
front of It few years ago you'll see
In another five years a skyscraper like
those In New York"
She laughed at that
Just as she had known that Yancey
had again left her on that night OF the
Mescal ceremony. SO now she sensed
that he would come back In the midst
OF this new insanity that had seized
all Oklahoma. And come back he did,
from God knows where, on the very
crest of the oil wave. and bringing
with him news that overshadowed his
return. He entered as he had left,
with no word OF explanation. so bizarre
as to cause everything else to fade
Into the background.
He came riding. as always. but 1t
was sorry enough nag that he be-
strobe this time: and his white SOM
brero was grimed and battered. the
Prince Albert coat was spotted. the
linen frayed. the whole figure covered
with the heavy red dust of the tram.
pied road. He must have ridden like
an avenging angel. for his long black
locks we're damp. his eyes red trimmed.
And when she saw this Don Quixote,
SO sullIed. so shabby. her blood turned
to water within her veins for pity.
She thought, 1t will always be like
this as long as he lives. and each time
he will be little more broken. older.
less and less the figure of splendor |
married. until al last
She only said, "Yancey." quietly.
He was roaring, he was Keeling with
Joyian laughter as he strobe into the
Wigwam office where she sat at her
neat orderly desk just as she had sat
on that day years before. For dread
| full moment she thought that he was
drunk or mad. He flung his soiled
sombrero to the desk top. he swept her
into his arms, he set her down.
4Sabral Here's news for you.
Jesse! Heb, Jesse! Where's that rum
soaked son OF a printers devil? Jesse |
Come In herel Cd, I've been laugh
| ing SO that | almost rolled Off my
horse" He was striding up and down
as Of old, his shabby coat tails spread
Ing with the vigor Of his movements,
the beautiful hands gesticulating, the
fine eyes-bloodshot now-still fash
ing with the fire that would burn un-
/ til 1t consumed him.
"Oil, my children More oil than
anybody ever thought there was In
any one spot In the world. And
where! Wherel On the Usage Indian
reservation. 1t came In an hour ago,
like the ocean. 1t makes every other
field look like the Sahara There
never was such joke It's cosmic-
| it's terrible. How the gods must be
roaring. Laughter unquenchable
! among the blessed godsr"
"Yancey dear, we're used to oil out
here. It's an old story Come now.
Come home and have a hot bath and
clean clothes" In her minds eye she
saw those fine white linen shirts OF his
all neatly stacked In the drawer as
he had left them.
For answer he reached out with one
great arm and swept a pile Of ex-
changes. copy paper, galley proofs, and
clippings off the desk, while with the
other hand he seized the typewriter
by It's steel bar and pumped 1t to ths
floor with force that wrung a pro
testing whine and zing from Its
startled fnsides. He had always
scorned to use typewriter. The blacl
swathes OF his herculean pencil bill
deeper INTO the paper surface tnaT
any typewriter's metal teeth.
Hot BATH Hot HI. honeyl Dc
you realize what this means7 Do you
understand that two thousand Usage
Indians, squatting In their rags II
front Of their miserable shanties, art
now the richest nation In the world
In the world. tell you. They wer,
given that land-the barest. meanes
desert land In the whole of the Okla
homa country. And the government
Of these United States said. There
you red dogs. take that and live on It
And If you can't live on 1t. then di,
on It. God Almighty. could die my
self with laughing Millions and mil
lions Of dollars. They're spattering
tell you. all over the Usage reserva
ton There's no stopping that flow
Every buck and squaw on the Osag
reservation Is a millionaire. They owl
that land, and. by Cd, I'm going t
see that no one takes II away iron
them !"
"Oh, Yancey. be careful"
I, He was driving his pencil across th
paper Send this out A. p. The
tried to keep 1t dark when the flo,
came but I'll show them. Sabra. XII
your editorial lead, whatever Il wa,