The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, June 25, 1929, Page 2

rarer ~ eee PAGE 1'WO SALUTE OF CANNON MADE CHIEF JUMPY; AFRAID OF WHALES Refused to Enter Ocean at At- lantic City for Fear Giant Fish Would Bite Him HONOR GUEST BIG DINNER’ Exchanged Repartee With Pres- ident; Put Bonnet on Un- known Soldier's Tomb With the tumult of its great white | ways now a memory which—even In- dian stoic that he is—he can not re- call without some happy thrill. ae Tomahawk. Sioux chief, is back in the land of his forefathers. home from his | Picturesque visit to the white house | and to the big cities of the palefaces. | After his return Monday afternoon | he and Frank Zahn, the Fort Yates) interpreter who accompanied the aged | chief, remained over at the Grand Pacific for the night. Now he will go; back to his home at Cannon Ball. to} dream over it for the rest of his days, | for, according to Zahn. the east ac- corded the old chief a welcome in which nothing was too scod for his entertainment. from mere movie cam- era shots to a reception w ashing: | ton's swellest hotel ie guest of General Charles P. of staff of the y. and a call white house. cu! nour wit! and prese: i ed tobacco pouch Balked at Surf Dip the ocean at te City, but he! Seclinee sof big whales.” he told his hewnile he was away t ief shook | hands with 4.000 people in Washing- | . Then he desisted. His sod hand were in collapse, Interpreter said. | rhe peak of attention paid him was reached in a banquet in the park of) the Carlton hotel, Washington, said) the interpreter. The chief was the guest of General Summerall at this dinner. The great hostelry. the finest fn Washington, was lighted like a glowing diamond, said Zahn. when General Summerall and a score of other lesser generals and staff officers marched Red Tomahawk into the thering. ne flch of swords and the glitter | of gold lace had no visible effect on} the old chief, said Zahn. He was as impassive as when he smokes the pipe | at home at Cannon Ball. Thousands Gather to Sec Him Outside thousands of spectators were crushing about the hostelry or hanging from upper-story windows to get a glimpse of the chief. said the interpreter. He stalked amid all this excitement and hubbub in full Indian panoply of buckskin, moccasins and feathered headdress, according to his Boswell on the trip. The movie men shot thousands of feet of film, just as they did at Philadelphia, Atlantic City, and at Minneapolis on the way east. Red Tomahawk, in fact had the pleasure of seeing himself in a news movie at the Fox theatre in Washing- ton, the scene being his exit from the white house after his call on the president. He and Mr. Zahn occupied the president's box and the theatre folks turned the spotlight on them while the picture was being shown. Im one of the movie poses the chief also talked into the talkie mechanism, 80 that photograph and voice can be reproduced for future generations to enjoy after the Indian has become something of the myth civilization eventually will make of him. Philadelphia Paper Films Him "The chief set out from here June 12 on his tour of the east. He was in- vited to attend the athletic events and a f Weather Report ! ‘Temperature at 7 a. m. resterda: Highest y y:. Lowest last night .. ?recipitation to 7 a. m. dighest wind velocity .. 22 , Temperature weather State of BococoZocoocesgcgocoooesy feature : Binsenern ives we 2-U-$ Fal OFF - “The picture would be quite happy in a frame like this, madam.” commencement at Pennsylvania mili- tary academy, Chester, Pa. The prox- | imity of the academy city to Phil delphia took the chief to the Quaker early in the trip. He was libe filmed by the Philadelphia In- na visit to that paper's mam- moth new building up North Broad street, where it straddles the Reading railway tracks at Cailowhill street. A visit also was paid to the Betsy Ross ‘lag house down Arch street. Then the two Dakota visitors crossed the Delaware on the wide-spanned | suspension bridge and took the Penn- ‘Ivania electric train to Atlantic City. There the movie men filmed him on the boardwalk and on two boats. This was June 14. The next four days were spent at the military academy. He was to have met General Hugh L. Scott there, but the former chief of staff was ill and they did not meet. Short Skirts Ignored ment ball at the military academy. He was asked what he thought of the women wearing such short skirts. “Don't bother me,” he answered in Sioux. After a visit to Valley Forge, where | he was told the story of Washington's terrible winter in the snows in the darkest days of thé American revolu- tion, Red’ Tomahawk went to Wash- ington to be General Summerall's ; Suest. Before he left Chester, however, the various clubs of that city joined in an honorary banquet to him, said In- terpreter Zahn. The mayor of the city, the Chamber of Commerce, the Rotary, Kiwanis and Exchange clubs Participated in the dinner. Enjoys Polo Ganic While in Philadelphia, the chief also attended a polo match between the Philadelphia team and West Point. Now, there was something that he could understand, and how he did enjoy the rough riding with its skill- ful maneuvering of the ponies, said Interpreter Zahn! He conversed a good deal with the interpreter, asking questions cr commenting, as the match proceeded. The chief's gifts on the trip were not confined to the tobacco pouch presented to the president. He present- The chief attended the commence- | ed a chief's head dress to General Hi- att, head of the military academy. He placed a war bonnet on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington. In telling of the many adventures ents of the trip Interpreter ped from one place to an- back again, it all was so After relating all that had happened at one place. as he | Would think he had, he would sud- |denly recall another chapter while | describing something elsc. Upset by Cannon Salute | So he didm't tell in exact order of the chief's visits to Mt. Vernon and to Fort Myer. He didn't like one epi- sode at Fort Myer, said the interpre- |ter. When he arrived the guns of the fort boomed a thunderous welcome and the vibration and noise were very | nervously disconcerting to Red Tom- |ahawk. He was accorded a general's ‘honor of inspecting the troops, pa- raded for his benefit. He also visited Walter Reed hos- pital and spoke to the soldier patients there. Interpreter Zahn said this visit gave more pleasure to the soldiers than any of their other contacts gave to | those visited. i Not Asking Farm Relief The chief was photographed every- where he went and one of these | places was the Lincoln Memorial. As he concluded telling the story of the visit, Interpreter Zahn said that during the call at the White ; House, the president asked Red Tom- | ahawk whether he had come to ask iarm relief. With a twinkle in his eyes, chief replied: “No, I think you've settled that | yourself.” During his stay in Washington, Red Tomahawk had as companions on some of his calls, Senator Nye, Repre- sentative Sinclair, Senator Wheeler, John Baer, General Holdbrook, Gen- jeral Swift, Indian Commissioner Burke and assistant Merritt, Vice President Curtis and Colonel Henry. Anxious to Speak for Indians The chief. was inclined to bring up the.subject of Indian affairs, but In- terpreter Zahn gave an admonishing pressure on his arm whenever he the ACKOSS 1. Short poems & Membranous pouch & Edges 12, Precept iS. Japanese sash 14. Court 13, Inventor of the telephone 16, e [ajelale] [1 [| @ sell Eminent Article Away from: refit a2. 33, 33, Fowl! Bird's home Wer Colution of Yestercay’s Puzzle . ag8 Goad Gao felelelclalnir| Is] [vies | Daily Cross-word Puzzle | ashore orsebaek Declare openty ol Hero ‘Di COP? able Addition to house 4. Part with for & priee Baae@ 2a Bae P| | UE wh vol oh hh THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE SYNOPSIS: The “woman in black — Mrs. Joc Lundy—the mysterious visitor whom Andrew Ogden gave $1,000 a few days be- fore he was slain, is found. Mrs, Moffit, the housekeeper, intro- duces her to Peebles as a priest- ess of Cosmic Indulgence. Pecbles questions Mrs. Lundy, learns her husband, once the owner of a safocn in Torridity, was shot 30 years go and has been feeble- minded ever since. The $1,000 check is explained as a gift to her faith. Asked whether she ever knew or heard of Alex Peterson, Mrs. Lindy shouts, “Alex Peter- son shot my husband!” CHAPTER 31 '0-ONE” PETERSON * I shouted, springing to my feet. “Alex Peterson—shot your husband! Nonsense! He was the best friend I ever had: “He shot my husband, I tell you!” Mrs. Lundy's bitter emphasis of the words struck me in the face like the blow of a fist and I fell back into my chair, Some influence powerful enough to remold Andrew's person- ality, had come into his life. What right had I to deny the word of one whose tragic life witnessed to its) truth “Do you know why Alex Peterson ; shot your husband, Mrs. Lundy?” “I don't,” she replied, in the same bitter tone. “If Joe deserved it, I didn't. Alex Peterson left him for dead. Joe responded to medical treat- ment and he was brought back to me several weeks later. I have had him —ever since. Thirty years.” The tragedy in her face wrung my heart. ‘Did you see Alex Peterson when you were down there?” I asked gently. “Yes, I saw him. Several times.” “Can you tell me anything about him as he was then?” She nodded slowly. “Yes, I re- member him. He wasn’t q man one forgot casily. He was fairly tall, sup- ple as wire, and flat hipped. His face had something of the eagle in it —that Iean, reckless, fighting look, you know. He always wore an ex- Pensive Stetson trimmed with a silver buckle, a white silk shirt, fine riding boots with silver spurs, and two re- volvers mounted with gold. The r volvers were loaded with gold bul- lets. I suppose those decorations would have been ridiculous on any one else; but somchow they seemed to fit his Mrs. Lundy fell silent and I re- spected her mood. What an cxtra- ordinarily vivid personality Andrew's must have been. What tragic event —for it must have been tragic—had transformed him into the Andrew Og- | den I had known? “Do you happen to know how he came to be called “Ten-to One?” ' Mrs. Lundy nodded. “Yes. I heard! a@ good deal about him while I was down there. He made his fortune gambling in mining properties. He Was an inveterate gambler—no chance was too great—and he'd risk every; dollar he possessed. When he came | to Torridity—in 1892, I think it was— he hadn't $10 in money to his name, | but he was dressed just as I have de- scribed him. Stetson hat with its silver buckle, white silk shirt, those fantastic gold-mounted revolvers, and that cartridge belt stuffed with cold bullets ... And not $16 to his name. Can you see the man, Mr. Peebles?” ‘His young brother, Jerry, came Tried. “His brother! Yes, So it was his brother! “He swaggered into my husband's resort. Men were drinking at the Started on that topic. “Not the time for that now,” he would whisper. So President Hoover missed a presenta- tion of the ‘Bubject into which the senate Indian affairs committee is going to delve, under Senator Frazier, beginning in July, when Fort Yates will be visited and a hearing held. ° | IN NEW YORK ° ° a New York, June 25.—Just about the | ‘time that Manhattan seems stagger- ingly metropolitan and huge, I gen- erally manage to hear something that reduces it to the status of almost any point in suburbia. For instance: the other night the 1904 class of the De Witt Clinton high | school held an alumnae dinner. Twen- miles of New York and all of them attended to swap notes. Half a dozen had become rich and prominent in the world of industry or in their par- ticular professions. I doubt if that could be duplicated in most small cities. ** * Many years ago a youth married. Both marriages were un- happy, and the boy and girl had each TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 1924 S| 1S YO HEAH WHOT AH SAY— GioorP EF uITHE! GID OAPP ER WTTLE!, bar and watching two scorpions fight- ing in a coffee can. Scorpions, Mr. Peebles! And they were betting on the result! Peterson treated the audi- ence of this elevating spectacle to my husband's vile liquor; then he bet on the result of the fight.. Bet his last dollar, Mr. Peebles—at ten to one. He bet on the smaller scorpion and it won. After that he was never known as anything else but Ten-to-One Pe- terson.” “He must have made money rapid- ly.” I put in suggestively. Mrs. Lundy gave me her strange eyes again. “Prosperity comes in floods sometimes—I am told.” The / ey, 4 bitter droop to her mouth touched me. 7 1 Yt | 3 “Peterson staked out several claims % \ | oy i and sold one of them well. Aftér that, . i, he plunged recklessly again and again —and he nearly always won. His for- tune and his reputation pyramided together. He became famous—or in- famous—from one end of Skull Valley to the other. But the Two Brothers mine—he gave it that name himself— was his most recklessly extravagant venture. He put everything he had into it. Everything, Mr. Peebles! The id begun to bet on his gambles ited breathlessly for Peter- son to vindicate his judgment. It needn't have. He won. Nothing i jcould stop him. The Two Brothers paid handsomely. It paid after the other big mines had closed down. It paid until the town was abandoned two years later. “Peterson became one of the two wealthiest men in Torridity. The oth- cr was my husband, Joe Lundy. Joe was a gambler, also, but he gambled in human frailty. How I despised him. It is dreadful to have to care for a man you despise, Mr. Peebles! But I have got over that now.” Her eyes closed as if she were try- ing to shut something out. “I must tell you about my hus- band,” Mrs. Lundy went little wearily. “In his way he was as strik- ing then as Peterson, though you couldn't have imagined a more dis- similar pair. Joe was large and bulky, and taller than Peterson, but he was always thrust forward like a lantern TRwillams HEROES ARE MADE -NOT BORN. ‘Ras. u. 8. PAT. OFF. Strain Upon Truth hung on a beam; his face was long ee and irregular. and wax-colored. He yp fave Nim a Satanle expression he was - The strain upon truth in advertising becomes too great when the public le \ very proud of. His eyes were deep told that other cigarettes enjoy the toasting process. It takes three years to sunken and ne ‘Sig! |, ame ie a pair of old. a with produce Lucky Strike’s flavor. This unrivaled cigarette is a blend of finest steel frames and eight-s! lenses—" “Bight-sided lenses!” I ejaculated, tobaccos from each of three consecutive growths—the cream of the crop. and my hand went fumbling Then comes secret toasting process hich opini 20,679% “Mrs, bundy nodded, but there was candasammmaneamae cane ast Irs. Lundy ni led, but a distant look in her strange cyes cigarettes. This ex- and I don't think she had noticed Clusive heat treatment also purifies the tobacco and adds a touch of nut-eweet my astonishment. “His soul was as shapeless as his flavor—appetizing, delicious, different—the earmark of one of the world’s face,” she went on in an empty voice. \ “But he is different now. Only the x 5 shell is left.” a a Mrs. Lundy fell silent again. Her eyes seemed to look straight through me. I was glad of the pause for it gave me time to digest the morsel of information she had unconsciously given me. The thought that Furie’s “eyepiece” might have some connec- tion with Andrew's death came into my mind from I know not where. That cight-sided lens had belonged to Lundy—those marked cards—An- drew had shot Lundy. There must be some connection. I couldn't get rid of the thought. (Copyright, 1929, Wm. Morrow Co.) Joe Lundy's eight-sided spec- tacles—Furie's magnifying glass cye-piece — “Marked cards”— the “poker game that cracked the town"—where Wo they lead? Con- tinue the story tomorrow. No Throat Irritation- No Cough, one of the finest zoos in the world at Bronx park and wander through the rustic trails there; can look upon the amazing spectacle of a new skyline from Central park; can cross Brook- lyn bridge or wander through the colorful east side push cart belt; can spend endless fascinating hours among the antiques of art ‘collections of the Metropolitan Museum, or can study another absorbing collection of prehistoric specimens at the American museum of natural history; can get lost in the woods of Spuyten Duyvel— but that’s just'a sample. And not one of these endlessly as- sorted trips would cost more than a dime. Manhattan furnishes more en- tertainment for less money than any place I know. The trouble is that most newcomers, for some reason or other, are not satisfied until they are imitating the spenders. GILBERT SWAN. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc. f AT THE MOVIES i no one can deny the truth of the advice: “REACH FOR A LUCKY INSTEAD OF