Evening star., 1935-02-17


proposed. She accepted. They were
married and she went back to Min
nesota an Indian Queen From their
marriage sprang this boy, who has
inherited his fathers position. The
old king incurred the anger of some
of the tribes by his marriage with a
white wife, they suspected him Of
treacherously giving away some of
their lands and they assassinated
him. Mrs. Hole-in-the-Day still lives.
Her boy has a true military bearing
and he walks and looks the king that
he is. He dresses in American clothes
and talks pure Anglo-Saxon. Gov.
Ramsay is pushing his claims here
and he will no doubt receive the
appointment he seeks.
Joaquin Miller.
What q curious fellow is Joaquin
Miller! I saw him this afternoon
galloping across the country above
Washington on a black mustang. He
had white sombrero on his head
as large as that of a Texas cowboy,
and his long blond hair streamed
out from under it just touching the
gray flannel shirt which clothed the
wiry form beneath The poets long
limbs were clad in pantaloons of
Angora goat skin, the white fur of
which fluttered in the breeze, forming
a contrast to the jet black coat of
the galloping steed He was sitting
on big saddle with a silver pommel
and I caught the glitter of Mexican
spur as he passed by.
Miller'S log cabin. which is at last
completely furnished, is a source of
never ending interest to all in Wash
ington. It forms as comfortable a
literary workshop as you will find
anywhere. He keeps account of his
manuscripts by sticking them with
pins to the log walls of the cabin. On
one pin hangs story ready to be
sent out. on the next you may see
manuscript half completed and on a
third proof sheet, with the print
corrected, ready for revision. There
are only three pictures on the wall
over Mr.. Miller's writing table They
are OF the three men whom he con-
siders the greatest of the times-Vic-
tor Hugo, John Brown and Capt. Jack,
the Indian. 1t is curious combina-
ton, but Mr.. Miller tells me that he
thinks Capt. Jack the greatest of
them all and that his action in de-
Tending himself against the troops in
the lava beds will go down in history
as one Of the greatest and most heroic
of deeds.
Il must be alone" Joaquin Miller
said to me. IF am to do good work
The solitude of this cabin enables me
to accomplish a great deal more than
If were down in the city. I am
troubled a good deal by visitors, and
on Sunday I lock my front gate. I
no longer allow the telegraph boys to
come here and receive no Geographic
messages whatever. A curious thing
happened because of this the other
day. Some friends of mine down in
the city, finding that they were COM
PEELED to leave Washington very
shortly, telegraphed me an invitation
to dine. The next day I received a
letter from them inclosing the mes
sage, on the back of which was in
dOl oCO lCItCI 4IOlll IIlC "SSGSIU
Union agent. This read: Miller re-
fuses to receive telegram. Threatens
to shoot boy Signed: Western Union
Agent.
"Of course. I apologized to my
friends" Mr.. Miller went on. Il told
them had been so bothered by peo-
pie telegraphing me to do things that
I had refused to receive kilograms
here, and then I facetiously added, on
account of GOODNESS which had
sprung up between Jay Gould and
myself, had decided in future to re-
ceive nothing through him or his
agents"
spent some time examining again
the curious interior of Joaquin Mil
ler's cabin. In the jamb of the big
open fireplace on a log made into a
three-legged stool by the insertion of
wooden pins there is a nest of straw
eggs given Mr.. Miller by his children
friends last Easter. Over this hangs a
smaller nest filled with birds eggs,
and on the mantel nearby are the
pictures of personal friends of the
poet. Prominent among them are
those of Mrs. Frank Leslie and num-
Der of actresses. In another corner of
the room, hanging on the peg driven
into the wall, is the great Mexican
saddle upon which I saw Mr.. Miller
riding yesterday. 1t has pommel Of
solid silver and its stirrups are as big
as a half-peck measure. This saddle
Mr.. Miller used on his trip throughout
Africa, and it was on it that he rode
into Jerusalem. Just above it hung
the white goatshn pantaloons in
which he rides They are a valuable
piece of dress to Joaquin Miller, for
they are the gift Of one of the editors
of the Texas Shiftings.
Peeping back of the African cloths
that form part Of the portiereS be-
tween the rooms. saw the bed upon
which Miller sleeps and dreams of
poetry. 1t Is now covered with a great
robe of valuable skins, but I under
stand that beneath the ticking lies
springs which would never be found
in a frontier cabin. Joaquin Miller
likes good living and good sleeping as
we'll as any dude in Washington. He
likes certain amount of luxury and
while in his cabin wears a fancy dress
ing gown and embroidered slippers.
On his hand today there sparkled a
solitaire diamond of the purest water,
bigger than any I have seen worn by
the bellies of Washington.
Two White House Portraits.
Eliphalet F. Andrews, the noted
artist, was engaged at the White
House this morning in hanging his
new painting of Thomas Jefferson so
that better light might fall upon it..
This painting is considered one of the
finest, If not the finest, portrait Of
Jefferson ever painted. Mr.. Andrews
expects to sell it to the Government
for the White House, and the price
which he puts upon it is $1,000. He
considers it the best piece of work he
has done. Senator Voorhees,, who
looked at it at the same time I did
this morning, is delighted with it.
The fine picture of Martha Wash