Crescent City Courier. (Crescent City, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 2, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, May 17, 1895 Page: 1 of 4
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Crescent City Courier
CRESCENT CITY. 0,T.V FRIDAY. MAY 17,1895.
, WISH I COULD
sell Brown Bess,"
"Oh. Susy!" cried
"What In the
world do you want
to sell Brown Bess
for?" her mother
asked, looking up
lrom the dough she was kneading.
"1 could go to the Academy, mother,
for two more terms," was the answer.
"Then perhaps 1 could—get the school
at the Corners."
I "Nonsense, Susy. T need you to help
me," her mother said. "Keeping school
is a thankless business."
"It's money," said Susy, "and I do
long to help myself, and you, too. Mon-
ey will do everything that needs to be
"Yes, that's a fact," spoke up Tom,
' and there's lots wants to be done. I'd
like to clear that five-acre lot for po-
tatoes and corn, but I can't do it."
"And the house wants shingling," her
mother said plaintively, her careworn
countenance taking on another shadow,
i "The front door's got a crack all the
way across," Tom spoke up again, "and
there ought to be a fireplace in granny's
room. Then there's the barn; it's all
we can do to keep the hay dry."
: "I know all that," said Susy, "I know
the house is getting to be a scare-crow,
and the barn is worse, and that's why
I want to be earning. As for the
shingles, I should think you could put
them on yourself, Tom; yes, and mend
"Where's the shingles?" Tom asked
In his matter of fact way. "Where's the
hails? Where's the hammer? The old
one is broken past mending. And
Where's the money to get them with, I
should like to know?"
"Sure enough," said Susy, "unless I
could earn it. That's why I want to
sell Brown Bess."
"And if you do sell her, you won't
get much," Tom said. "She's so full of
her tricks—the craziest colt I ever
"I'm more and more afraid to have
you ride her," her mother said. "But if
part with her, though; It was father's
Tears rushed to the dark eyes, but
she repressed them and went down-
After helping her mother about the
house, she donned her sunbonnet and
ran to the barn. Tom was rubbing
down Brown Bess, whose bright, glossy
coat shone like satin.
"Much as I can do to take care of
her," said Tom. "She want's a regular
groom who would break her of her
nasty little tricks. See how she throws
her head up, and look at her eyes,
flashing like lire! Are you going to the
store? Mother wants sugar and molas-
ses and vinegar—and I've got to go in
"Yes, I'm going," said Susy, "though
I dread it, the bill is so large. If I sell
Brown Bess, that's the first thing 11V
"That and the mortgage," said Tom.
"Well. I'll saddle old Dick."
Susy mounted to the back of the slow
old cart horse with gloomy forebodings.
It was a warm September day. Even in
the midst of her anxiety, the beauty of
the ride to Hlllston soothed and de-
lighted her. Every detail of the way
was familiar to her; yet when she came
to Silver Eedge Falls, and saw the
white spray leaping over granite rocks
and dancing among tiny islands, she
stopped old Dick and rat enjoying the
scene as if she had never beheld it be-
"Good morning," n voice said, behind
"Oh. Charlie!" she exclaimed with a
start, "I didn't hear you coming."
He held out his hand a look of un-
utterable love making his rugged face
"If father had only lived," she said,
j "But you know it is impossible now,
] Charlie. I can't leave mother—not yet,
and i must finish the course at the B
| Academy, and keep school at least a
year before 1 get things straightened
He gave a long, low whistle, then
| urged on his horse, but stopped again
I till Susy came up with him.
"You know I'll wait for you, Susy, as
| long as you say, but it's rather hard
[ on me, as I'm forehanded and ready to
marry. Susy, come, make up your mind.
My house is a large one. I'll take your
I mother and granny; Tom can run the
j old farm, and "
I "What! let you support me and the
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"SUSIE IS TO BE MY WIFE
you should sell her, there's the mort-
gage to be paid in October."
"If I sell her," said Susy quietly, "it
Will be to finish my education."
"That's always your cry," her mother
Went on, in plaintive tones; "no matter
what's needed; but I s'pose we must
give in. Bad as the roof is, it shelters
us. What would we do without a house
over our heads?"
"I'd sell the cow, too," put in Tom.
"And then grandma would just about
Starve," the mother supplemented.
Susy turned away from the table,
and grieved, but she said nothing, only
ran upstairs to her own room.
"They don't see it!" she sorrowfully
murmured. "They can't understand that
it's their good and comfort that I want
to get that school. I m w illing to wear
old clothes and to walk three miles and
back every day for the sake of finishing
my education. Bet the roof leak awhile
—if Tom don't patch it, I will. Let gran-
ny sleep downstairs where there's a
fire. I'll help them all in a year or two-
hut they don't see it—they won't see it.
If I can only sell Brown Bess! I'd go
and beg time for the mortgage, or I'd
borrow money—or. maybe I can get
enough to repair the house and go to
School, too. If only Brown Bess wasn't
Such a little vixen! It will go hard to
family too? Never!" and her eyes
| flashed. "I would never permit It!"
"Well, Susy, I've declared my willing-
ness to help you, if you would only let
me," said Charlie, "but since you won't,
don't look so sad and worried, my
darling. It's worth serving and saving
I for seven years if I can only win you
at last for my wife."
"Oh, Charlie!" she said brokenly,
"your love is priceless! Only be pa-
"I'll try, and keep on hoping," lie
said, and they parted at the store.
The grocer met her with a smile. Ev-
erybody liked Susy. No girl more
genial than she under ordinary circum-
stances, but today her face was cloud-
ed, her manner preoccupied.
"Mr. Bee, I have made up my mind to
sell Brown Bess," she said, after getting
the things she needed. "Do you know
anybody that wants a horse?"
"Dear me! going to sell Brown Bess!
Well, I was thinking of buying a young
horse for my Alice. Is she safe for
a girl of ten, do you think7" the grocer
Susy grew pale. She had not antici-
pated a question of that sort, hut she
answered after a moment's indecision. [
"She is fond of taking her own head i
sometimes. No, Mr. Lee. if I find It I
hard to manage her, she would never
do for your little girl."
"Ah. I'm sorry for that, Miss Susy,',
said the storekeeper. "But I know a
man who wants a spirited horse. What
would you sell her for?"
"1 leave that to the purchaser." Susy
made answer. "Papa patd tov«nty-flve
dollars for her more than a year ago,
and 1 wouldn't want to take less than
that, for I need the money very much,"
she went on, "and if you will be so
kind as to take an interest in the mat-
ter " She stopped, her eyes wist-
"Why, of course I will," the grocer
responded, "ill send n.. boy to your
house with the groceries, and he can
bring (he horse back with him. if any-
thing Is done in the way of a sale. I'll
let you know at once."
Susy thanked him and went on her
way home. As she came in sight of
the house, an old-fashioned, two-story
building, where dilapidation was rend-
ered picturesque by a profuse growth
of ivy that covered the front porch and
much of the exterior walls, she felt more
comfortable as she thought over her
prospects. In imagination she had her
mother quite reconciled to all her plans,
her school-life assured and all things
going on swimmingly. For who knew
but Brown Bess might bring her a hun-
dred dollars, she was so spirited and
Work and home seemed brighter. The
grocer's boy came for the horse, and
though it was hard parting with the
pretty creature, Susy, In expectation of
results, bore the separation bravely.
"Can't we take a little of the money
you get to shingle the roof?" her moth-
er asked, as the horse was led away.
"I hope so," Susy replied blithely.
"And you still think of going to school?
Ain't you too old?"
"I'm not eighteen yet," was Susy's
answer, "Many gills go to school till
they are twenty."
"And there's clothes to think of,
dresses and bonnets and shoes.''
"Oh, they'll be provided," Susy said,
with a little laugh.
"An' winter's comin'—an' it's two or
three miles to the 'Cademy," her mother
went on, each time throwing a more
plaintive cadence into her voice. "Tom's
clothes are terrible patched, an' mother
needs flannels. I ain't so young as I was
once, but I ain't sayin' anything about
myself, on'y it's kind o' hard to spare
you," and the lines in her mother's
weak face deepened.
"Mother, I wish you could see it as
I do. I must go to the Academy," Susy
made reply. "It's the opiwrtunity of my
life. But I tell you what I will do. If
I get a hundred dollars for Brown Bess,
I'll divide even. Fifty dollars would go
a long ways, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yes, fifty dollars would git ev-
erything we need." was the reply. "But
you're never goin' to get no hundred
dollars. You'll be more than lucky if
you git fifty."
"Well, mother," said Susy desperate-
ly, "if I only get fifty, I'll divide even.
It will be thirty dollars coming in every
month if I only get the school."
"I don't see's ther's any chance of
that," said her mother, with a Woe-be-
Day after day Susie waited, but no
word came about Brown Bess. Tom de-
clared that he believed there was no
prospect of selling her, but one day
Charlie Grant drove up to the housjj,
his face fairly beaming.
"I thought T'd bring you the news."
he said, as he came into the bright liv-
"Have they sold Brown Bess?" Susy
asked, her voice trembling in her ex-
citement to hear.
"Well, yes—that is if you'll take the
price they offer," Charlie made answer.
"Oh, I hope it's a hundred," said
"A hundred!" laughed Charlie. "Is
that what you value her at? Lucky for
you that I was in the bargain. That
horse will be worth thousands of dollars
before long. The man who bought trains
horses for the race-course. He has dis-
covered remarkable qualities in Brown
Bess as a trotter, and is willing to give
you a thousand dollars for her."
A thousand dollars! Susy stood for a
moment like a statue, then she flew into
the kitchen where her mother was mak-
ing the daily batch of bread, exclaim-
"A thousand dollars, mother! we're
rich! Brown Bess i3 sold for a thousand
dollars! You won't have to work hard
this winter. Tom can get two suits of
clothes if he wants them, and buy the
five-acre lot. Grandma can have all the
fire she needs; the roof shall be
shingled, the mortgage paid off, and—
"What am I to have?" Charlie asked,
as she stopped out of breath, he having
followed her into the kitchen.
She turned around, and blushin
beautifully, held out her hands. He
clasped them both and drew her to his
"What do you think of this, mother?"
he asked of the glad-hearted woman at
the breadpan. "Susy is to be my wife."
"Why, I think it!s a good deal better
than keeping school," she said.—Ladies'
BROKE HIS Hi,ART.
NOT . WOKl) OK rltt'TH IX IT.
A New York printer, who has struck
off several thousand Bismarck cards,
has disposed of more than 6,000, some
for parties in Texas, an«l from the
I'nlted States between 25,000 and 30,000
congratulatory postals will be sent to
Prince Bismarck. The cards of United
States origin go for 2 cents.
WHIRLWIND, CHIEF OF THE
CHEYENNES, DKOi'S DEAD.
no ir K Informed of tU? l>e.i . <;rnnd«
child anil 1 poll Hearing the m-wh, !**.• 11 to
ltlne no More—Li .> Wun tt Man of 1 ulluilt-
t <1 Valor anil High Order.
El Reno, TStsy 13.—Whirlwind, the
head chief of the Cheyenne nation of
Indians, is dead. After years of war
I he died peacefully. A few days ago
while out rounding up his ponies at
! which work he exercised himself vlol-
I ''iitly, a messenger ran to him and in-
| formed him of the death of a grandchild
—his favorite papoose—and without ut-
I tering a word he fell dead on the
Thus ended the life of the mightiest
j chief thut ever presided over the des-
j tinies of the Cheyenne nation, the mem-
i bers of which followed his remains to
the grave with lamentations of sorrow
I that could have been heard for miles
The man who has waded In blood
i to his ankles during his time and es-
I eaped probably ten thousand bullets,
| was killed by the shock of hearing of a
child's death. The heart that broke in
that man's bosom for such a cause, cer-
tainly was not of a cold-blooded savage.
The child was but 2-yeras-old and the
favorite child of his favorite daughter.
In the calm of his old days he would
wander around to the tepee of his dau-
ghter, take the child on his. knee and
play with her for hours. The child was
a little girl—a nice .bright-faced little
papoose—and the old man talked not to
her of war or the traditions of the In-
dians, but played and talked with her
as if he had been a child himself.
No tombstone now marks, and prob
ably never will mark, the spot in which
lie his remains, and yet he was a Na-
polean and a Caesar and a Soloman
combined in his sphere. No wiser man
ever sat around the council fire of his
people, or no braver warrior ever fol-
lowed their fortunes in the field.
Whirlwind descended from a royal
stock. His parental ancestors for gen-
erations before him, had been chiefs in
the tribes, whih* his mother's family
had long and brilliant pedigrees. His
mother's brother was the famous Black-
kettle, he who fell by the sword of the
gallant Custer at Washita in that mem-
orable battle that was fought in the
middle of the winter twenty-seven
years ago. Whirlwind, however, need-
ed no pedigrees to give him prominence.
He carved out fame by his own deeds
of daring and personal bravery; for it
is conceded that with the single excep-
tion of Quanah Parker thai not so brave
an Indian lived in his time. And he had
some of the greatest qualities of gener-
alship. Napolean in his system of war-
fare, had two characteristics; first he
was noted for his rapid movements;
second, for cutting the enemy's ranks.
Whirlwind had the same characteris-
tics In his military life. In fact his
name is derived from the former char-
acteristic. He struck terror here one
day, fifty miles away the next, nnd so
on till the people said "he travels like
a whirlwind." That is how he got the
name he bore until his death, although
it was not his right name.
Whirlwind was not a blood thirsty
man. Colonel William Matthewson of
Wichita knew him for over forty years.
He says that he was as true as steel to
a friend, white or red. When Mr. Mat-
thewson wanted once to trade with the
Commanches who were then a very
savage as well as a very treacherous
tribe. Whirlwind called thirty braves to
his side and volunteered to accompany
the noted plainsman. When the.v went
Into the Commanche camp the warriors
and people of that nation proposed to
take Mr. Matthewson's goods by force.
Whirlwind stepped in front of tlie Com-
manche chief and, pointing one finger
at Mr. Matthewson and the other one at
the nose of the chief, said: "That white
man is the friend and brother of the
Cheyenne, and you cannot lay a linger
on his property without walking over
the dead bodies of myself and my bravo
warriors. You can kill us, but we have
many more warriors left who will wipe
your tribe off the face of the earth.
Commence your robbing work if you
dare and for every Cheyenne killed we
will send ten of your people to the hap-
py hunting grounds." The result was
that the Commanche chief bought the
goods from Mr. Matthewson and offered
him ponies to relieve his animals with.
The Cheyennes never spilled a drop
of blood so long as they could help it
until after Colonel Chivington massas-
creed the Indians at Sand creed. Then
they became desperate and under Whirl
wind's leadership did great damage to
the forces of the government. Whirl-
win would select a band of young
braves, dash into the opposition, cut
them in two and thus separated do im-
mense damage. When Black Kettle was
killed Whirlwind was not present, but
the moment he heard of his uncle's
death he organized his band and whip-
ped Custer's forces every inche of the
prairie until they retired into camp
supply. He made it so hot for Custer
that the government troops that were
killed laid scattered on the prairie for
three weeks in some instances. This
fact is not in General Custor's book.
Personally Whirlwind was very clever
and genial, and had hosts of friends
among the white people in Oklahoma.
He always wore on his breast a silver
medal presented to him at Washington
by Genera! Grant, of which he was very
proud. He was a man of considerable
pride, and always wore the golden eagle
straps of a colonel on his shoulders. It
is not known who his successor will be,
but the Indications are that he will be
an educated Indian from what is known
as the "young crowd," who are now
practically running the affairs of the
So Ho Tromnror At Morton'# Friend* Dr
nouiir :<> ICiirolling ClfrkJStory.
Topeka ,ay —The story that
State Tr .ton had made in-
decente \,> a young girl dur-
ing the sc. ho last legislature
turns out U work of his ene-
mies. Goveri *11 said today:
"It is true th. heard this story
about Mr. Atherton, and it is also truo
that I repeated it to ex-Lieutenant Gov-
ernor Felt. He came into my oflice
shortly after I had first heard what
purported to be the details of the case.
1 talked with him about as a friend,
whose advice 1 valued, not for publi-
cation. for I was shocked beyond ex-
pression and f• *11 that .something ought
to be done in the premises. This was
along in the early part of the session
of the legislature. I set on foot an in-
vestigation of the matter, and very
shortly afterward Lieutenant Gover-
nor Troutman and others reported to
me that there was absolutely no truth
in the charge against Mr. Atherton;
that it had been set afloat by his ene-
mies, without even the shadow of a
basis, and that there was no such girl
and no such occurrence. Of course I
dropped it right there as a canard and
have since heard nothing of the story
until it appeared in the Hiawatha
World and the Atchison Champion."
The following statement was prepar-
ed by Attorney General Dawes for pub-
lication: "In January last there was
a rumor about the senate house to the
effect that some girl had been insulted
and that State Treasurer Atherton was
the guilty man. Governor Morrill and
I talked the rumor over and it was
agreed that the truth or falsity of the
charge should be hunted down, and that
if found to be true, action should be
I taken against Atherton. I made di 11-
! gent search and inquiry into the mat-
• ter and could find no one who knew
I anything about it. After investigating
the matter thoroughly I came to the
conclusion that it was simply a rumor
without one shadow of foundation to
"Later developments have convinced
me that it was a wicked, malicious lie,
manufactured out of whole cloth by
some enemy of the present administra-
tlon. Judge Atherton's friends need
feel no uneasiness. Me is all right. He
is conducting his office in first-class
manner, lie is always at his post of
duty and is at all times a gentleman
in the full sense of the word. When
the people learn that these damaging
stories have been manufactured by po-
litical scandal mongers, they will re-
sent it as they should.
"Not many men would have borne
this abuse as patiently as Judge Ather-
ton. Amidst it all he has gone on at-
tending to the duties of his office, when
many a man would have been out with
a cowhide. This kind of patience and
forbearance proves him to be a man
among men. It is time to stop throw-
ing mud at Judge Atherton.
K B. DAWES."
KII.I,I I) OI F THE SPANIARDS.
(iomezund III* Hand Annihilate a Spanish
Force in a Desperate Hattle.
Jacksonville. Fla., May 13.—A special
from Gainesville, Fla., to the Citizen
The following letter written in Greek
cipher by a major in the Cuban army
was received here today:
"In Camp Providence of Camaguay,
May (I. Again we have routed the
Spanish. This morning while on our
way to join General Gomez, we met
3,500 Spaniards under General Salcedo,
who was on his way to attack Gomez,
and mistook our band for his. We
numbered 2,700, under Colonel Roderl-
When the advance guards was driven
in by Spaniards we immediately farmed
in line and awaited the Spanish charge.
They came on quickly but broke before
Twice again they started the same
game, a party endeavoring ti secure our
left flank after their third failure; we
charged and again routed them. The
rangers were the first to break the
Our killed and wounded numbered
252. The Spanish killed and wounded
and missing was over 1,000. We have
learned from a prisoner just brought
in that eGneral Salcedo was killed at
the final charge, but his body is not yet
found. We join Gomez in the morning
at Guaymaro, which he hastaken.
(Signed) MAJOR E. P. HANNA,
DKN1ED HV SENOR I>E LOME.
Not Fnongh Cuban Nebcin in One Place to
Hring on a Hattle.
Washington, May 13.—Minister Du-
puy de Lome of Spain says the Tampa
story as i<> a bloody battle in which
1,000 or more Spifnish troops were
slaughtered is absurd. He does not re-
gard a denial necessary, but he ex-
presses surprise that the public should
be misled into accrediting a tragedy,
which, if true, would be of such magni-
tude as to be known by the whole
world. The minister points out that
such ;i great engagement would not
have escaped the attention of the Amer-
ican correspondents on the ground. He
says the reports of the telegraph wires
being cut are untrue. The wires are in
full use and there is no restriction on
communicating full information to the
The Spanish government konws of
no such battle, nor has word of it
reached the minister, as he says would
be the case if such a great engage-
ment had occurred. Senor Dupuy de
Lome says that there can be no battles,
as there is no enemy other than small
scattered bands who are carrying on a
guerrilla or swamp warfare.
Denver, May 13.—Deputy United
States Marshal Lovell arrived in Denver
this evening with T. J. Thornton, who
committed murder in the Cherokee strip
last April. Thornton escaped and has
been in hiding since. Lovell located
nim at Grand Junction and made the ar-
rest as Thornton was preparing to leave
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