The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-07-07
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talked sweet talk TO Chieftain,
whom she pctted more than is any
horses due. but that's the way
she felt. Thus was muSing, day
dreaming, whcr her reverie was
interrupted by Il distinct groan.
The sound frightened her.
She did not Immediately see its
source. Il could have been an ami
NAL. But then it was repted, and
enthusiastically il was human.
Someone seemed trying to attract
attention, with odd means and
noises Of suffering.
Heart pounding. Carolee call
cd out. what is it," and went in
the direction of the sound.
Some 30 feet away she found Il
woman on the ground, an Indian
sQuaw obviously suffering.
"O-o-ohw Cried CarOlce, dis
mountaing at once.
The woman looked pleadingly
and mumblcd something. CarOlee
couldn't understand, but she be-
gan a hurried examination. Water
from her saddle canteecn was
gulpcd and the wOman's gratitude
was obvious il unSpoken. The
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in her leg, ...l CarOlee soon dis
covered that the leg was broken.
The sGIaw could speak but lit
tie English.
when did you get hurt? Did
you fall?"
sick" the Indian mumblcd.
"Sick." 1t was her only way Of
saying she needed assistance.
Carolcc took of her light sweat
or and made pillow on the rocky
ground for the Red wOman'S head.
As easily us she could, she
Strengthened the broken limb; IL
appeared to be in II terribly pain
full position. Movin" it must have
been almost unbcarable, but be-
yond her increasing painting the
woman gave no sign. Carolee was
afraid she had tainted when her
eyes closed, and she bathed her
forehead gcntl' to revive her
Carolec thought of trying to
Splint the leg, but realized she
didn't quite know how. SupcrSti-
ton Lodge wasn't more than half
an hours ride away: it was best
that she go for help. She tried to
make this decision clear with
words and signs, and she left the
canteen at the SGuaw's side.
Reporters at the Lodge were
almost glad that the Indian wo-
man had suffered a fall. II gave
them something to report while
waiting for news of the man hunt.
Jerry Lynch, q writer on a Phoe-
nix daily, and his somewhat en-
viouS competitor from the oppoSi-
tion, kid" Jones, each carried
cameras and each promptly took
candid snaps of CarOlee after she
had explained the need for help
and they rode back to the injured
SQuaw with an improviSed stretch
er.
Carolee stayed with the Indian
woman until she was taken in
hand by her own Red friends, the
Apache basket weaverS and pot
terS who stayed near the Lodge.
They refused offers of white med
ical aid.
ave know how" one leader Of
the group assured the whites.
Long ago learn broke arm. leg.
Tie with reeds. make song"
Maybe the songs helped, Caro-
lee conceded. At any rate she
stayed near the old soul for an
hour or more, petting her and
comforting her with what help
she could. The squaw eyed Caro-
lees gay ribbon worn to control
blond hair in the wind. and Caro-
lee gave it to her. Then her eyes
Shone in pleasure in spite of her
pain.
"She say she hunt clay with
her burro," one Indian translated,
land break leg in fall. Burro so
off. She die there, but white girl
come. She never forget"
The reporter lads missed none
of this.
Jerry Lynch especially "inter-
viewed" Carolee. took no pains to
conceal his admiration. Stuart
Blake, himself solicitouS, noted
that salient fact. and CarOlee saw
that he noted it.. Something in
side her-the same dependable
something that Nature puts deep
in every girl--told her that this
was a healthy situation. inasmuch
as Mr.. Stuart Blake had shown
definite romantic interest in her.
She did nothing. therefore. to dis
courage Jerry lynch.
Later, when Stuart rode back
part way with her up the trail to-
ward her home, he was especially
attentive. In spite of the impend-
ny NIy m 49,