The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, October 2, 1913, Page 5

“Read these Prices Car Cane Sugar—Barygain Price Galion apricots, co a th ee aaa Galion peaches, peeled, gallon. ; Gallon peaches, pie, gallon.... Gallon apples, gallon........ Gallon blackberries, gallon.. Gallon cherries, gallon ...... Corn by the case, extra standard, 2 doz. for . ‘$1 75 Tomatoes by case, “ " 2 doz. for ..$2.75 Sweet potatoes, extra quality, 2 doz. for. Can hominy, extra quality, 2 doz. for..........$1.65 Can baked beans, 3ib size, 2 doz. for Crystal White Soap by box, 100 bars..........$3.75 Special blend coffee, nothing better for the ~money, pound............ +000 20C Circle blend coffee, packed uy Chase & San- born, pound:....... aan Old Glory Flour, sack.. Indian Girl Flour, sack. Perfection Flour, sack .............\..-065 (Old Wheat, all guaranteed) Karo Syrup, large size............ Public Garage We will at all times offer you nothing but the best experienced mechanics. We will have all kinds of machinery for repairing automobiles and will be prepared to cut any kind of threads, right or left—will make anything you want for your farm machinery. Will make drives to any part of the country— prices reasonable. When you are ready to figure on an automobile see us—we have the best at the least price. Yours, Norfleet é Ream The Only Independent Grocery, Bakery and Nardware Store. White Front Phones, 144 and 49 BUTLER, MO. West Side Square Money is Scarce! Take Care of What You Have Purses and Bill. Books SPECIAL’ PRICES FOR A SHORT TIME ONLY Bill Books worth 50c for......30¢ Bill Books worth 75c for......40¢ Bill Books worth $1.00 for...:60¢ How can we doit? Well we do. Come and see for yourself. United Drug Company East Side Square BUTLER, MO. Telephone 15 OUR FALL OPENING OF Winter Horse Clothing Stable, Storm and Street Blankets, Plush Robes and Storm Aprons—a large variety at low - prices now on display. Our Harness stock is complete, made of the very best tanned leather. Straps are all carefully selected and extra well made by first-class work- men. Job and Ropair Work a Specialty A full line of Cuffs, Wristlets, Dog Collars, ee ee Valise Straps, webb or J partially civilize them we shall count ln EJsage Tndian Romances By L..G. BYNUM WAS Indian summer. The last | and were soon ‘eae in a heated rays of the summer sun were |COnflab about some great German reachirig out seemingly in Doctors and scientific discoveries, as every direction to give the last touch | their talk was all Dutch to me. to nature’s beauty. The trees all} One of the younger Indians raised along the Osage were turning from |himself up about half mast and ‘in a green to almost any and every color | few moments he actually stood up on imaginable. Along the bluffs the|his feet, turned around and looked scrub and burr oaks had begun to|straight at me and commenced to dress in fall attire. mutter something that sounded like: The whole country, which had| ‘Give me a chaw terbaccer.” I just been clothed in a monotonous green, |thought: ‘You Dutch Indian, if I had now changed and arrayed itself|had it you could have it,” because in a profusion of harmoniousautumn-|the way that fellow looked was alcolorings, which blended like a|enough to make you runa mile and million rainbows with the sunset of|get hima quarter’s worth of good, this beautiful September evening. | old ‘‘Star plug.’’ He was a friendly The blue sky had begun to change|sort of a chap and nice to have its color to an ashy blue or dim, dull, | around, as you didn’t have to wait on dusky gray. The fog from the river|him; he would just help himself to rose and floated off to the west like| anything that he wanted, which was the smoke clearing away from a bat-|perfectly satisfactory to me, as I tle field. The cool, frosty air was|knew he would be just the same all creeping down glen and dale and. the | the time. once bright, blooming landscape was| 1 had turned around and was look- now undergoing the act of transfor-|ing fora few pegs which we had mation. whittled out to use in fastening the ‘As I stood on what is now Halley’s|!ogs together around the windows Bluff, overlooking the country be- and doors, when this old Mr. Chief low, I looked long and pondered. |Help Yourself took my old hat off Hundreds of miles we had traveled|™y head, look at it a moment and and were now an almost unknown|Went from me, taking the hat with distance from a once warm fireside. |him. I decided that I would’ go over There on the banks of the Charles| Where this bunch of night owls were River in Massachusetts, where we sitting around the big camp fire and could sit on these cool, autumn even-|S!ap one or two of them to sleep. It ings and look across the rolling coun-| W28n’t but just a second until I had try, half hidden among the ever- arrived at another decision that beat greens, which were like great, green the first one about 99 per cent. Ide- velvet rugs strewn about the coun- cided to stay where I was. try everywhere, wasa white house,| I was sorry that I had even an evil built’‘on the style of the old colonial|thought'about them and was glad house of years ago, with a veranda | that I didn’t walk over and slap seven running the-full length of the build-|or eight of them into the fifth day of ing. Colossal beams and pillars sup- | the next Fourth of July. ported_the—great—roofcovering the! Dumot—Dugraw,.a_little French veranda and inside of the house, |half-breed,’ was around our camp which was all lighted from attic to|that evening and seemed to act as cellar. though he was not just exactly satis- I could see the missionaries being| fied with us as newcomers. Sever- bidden good-bye and God-speed to|al days I had seen him standing at a the place of their destination: ‘‘May | distance talking to some of the In- you all be blessed with a victory, in-|dians and pointing toward us. After- asmuch as you have surrendered | wards we found out he was trying to you happiness, or a part of it, to give | influence them against us. your lives’ work to the redmen.”” The next day three or four of us I stood and thought as we left that} had walked down to Papinsville, the fireside to go out in the wilds of the] old trading post, and this little half- West, and over what then seemed to| breed was there and was very much be the roads to heathendom: ‘‘Here|absorbed in some kind of a conver- we are among a tribeof Indians and|sation with several of the other French traders. We are the only| French traders and Indians. He had white people here, and if we don’t|been seen in the evening down by the river watching an Indian girl who was walking up and down the river bank, chanting some Indian love song. The rythmn was something like the ‘‘Rosary,’’ seemingly a tune which expresseed a longing of the our work as dross, even if we have come in good faith.” We knew our lives were in danger and that our only real foundation was J, E, WILLIAMS? Is the Place to Trade 1 tb fine coffee, ground or whole, only........ ...25C We want you to try our coffee. Michigan gallon apples, fine, iy a Gallon pitted cherries.. 3 cans soup, any variety................0.0000+ ...25C This soup is something fine. Try an assortment. JELLIES and PRESERVES (All sizes and Prices) 3 tbs large prunes.............. ean av Ck aut nee 3 3-ib cans baked beans........... i Come in and get our prices on cases ‘of can goods. We want you to try a sack of our Golden Patent Flour Only $1.30 per sack ’ 3 tb table peaches, apricots and green gage plums, per_can........ Sarat eae ener 15c Come in and let us show you our large variety of eatables. You will think this country never had a dry year. Bring us your Produce We Want Your Trade Yours truly, J. H. Williams Let Us Figure Your Bill Wecan bring the ‘cost down to where you can afford to build. With our low cost of doing business and our ability to buy right. Wecan make mon- ey-saving prices to you. No matter what you expect to do— whether it is a patch on the cow shed roof or anew house and barn. Wecan save you real money. Get things in shape before winter sets in. SEE US NEXT TIME YOU ARE IN TOWN Christianity. We knew that one mis- As we heart as even the Indian has. stood and looked across the still, clear water and saw the Indian beauty we could not refrain from the belief Our journey from Massachusetts | that Dumot Dugraw was in love with had been one of hardships, and many|her. Who wouldn’t be! times we were discouraged, but we| There she stood, a queen of queens, kept pressing on. Through sickness tall, beautifully tall, with the trimness and exposure we had lost several of|of a young pine and with limbs full our party, whom we buried in places] rounded. She fairly tingled with the where we thought, if we returned, | inspiration of nature and of what we they could be found easily; but we] would call perfect womanhood. Her might have known we would never | shadowing brow, over which hung a return. profusion of long straight, black hair, We were here but a few weeks un-}held in place two bright, shifting, til construction work commenced to] eagle eyes, which seemed to throw house our little handful of people} beams of alluring and bewitching who landed at Collin’s Ford and had| light in all directions, denoting the established a missiona mile north of|strong, natural, prepossessing per- where Papinsville now is. We named | sonality hidden in the body and soul the place Harmony Mission. of the Osage Indian girl. South and east of us were a small} Dumot stood and watched her for camp of Little Osages of whom Che-|a long time and not until she had toka was chief. We had very little| vanished from sight beyond the old difficulty in making our mission] pine bluffs did he change his gaze. known, as we had no more than|He watched her and for her until the step with the Indians in gaining their confidence would ruin us, and our people in New England would never hear of us. || struck camp when.an old chief andj sun had sunk behind the clouds and seven or. eight young bucks were/ the western horizon. Turning around down to pay us a visit; a very formal | he muttered, as near as we could un- visit, however, as they stayed from] derstand, “‘I will have ze maiden, ef eight o’clock in the morning until|I have to pay ze Indian ten thousand six o’clock in the evening. Of all| pounds.” the talking that was ever done with| This was the first time I had seen out words, they did the act. Nine} the Indian girl, but I had heard some long hours they stood around us/of our party at the Mission speak of when we were laboring trying to fix|her beauty, and strong, masterful, a place to get them in position and|agile body. I had begun to wonder shape to educate, and they never|if she didn’t belong to some of the said, ‘‘Howdy, boys” or “How are|larger tribes who had their camps you enjoying the climate?’’ Well, Ij over on the bluffs. She was a fre- was raised by a very strict Presby-|quenter of the old trading post, but terian family, but I felt as though I/ up to this time had never shown any would thoroughly enjoy telling those} marked attentions toward anyone, young bucks to get to work, or to} not even the French trader. get in the river with the rest of the} Later we found out she was a herring. daughter of the chief of the Big I told one of them to come back|Osages and was being courted by a after supper, as we had decided notj young chief of one of the smaller to eat anything until the next day,/tribes and had planned this way of Fe ee ee lites Sid den oo came thn would third day at sunset. She would to the river and walk up and H.C.WYATT & SON Phone 17—Butler, Mo. moss covered banks and Young Chief | Chetoka would come to the top of Crowfoot Rock and look for her. Then she would commence the weird soulful melody, which rang out through the oak and pine trees like the silvery voice of the whip-poor- will or nightingale. After the song was finished, Che- toka would take an arrow from his quiver, and, placing on it an arrow- head, would shoot it into the water a few paces from her. Silver Fawn, which we afterward learned was the name of the Indian girl, would wait for a moment, cautiously looking about her to see if anyone was spy- ing on her, and then with the swift- ness of a young deer, she would be out of sight around the bend of the river, going toward Signal Rock. Chief White Hair, Silver Fawn’s father, was a very fine type of the western Indian, possibly the finest type that was ever known among the redmen. He was tall, muscular, erect, agile and dignified with his height of about seven feet. He had large brawny arms and shoulders, strong and sinewy muscles, a large head with receding brow, below which was set the eagle eye of that same specimen as that of his daugh- ter, high cheek bones, a Roman nose, thick, stern lips, and a chin which showed great reserve power and de- termination in all undertakings. Back of this perfectly constructed body was a clean soul. He was loved by all the tribe, numbering about 1694, of which he was chief. It had been the law for all times before among the Indians that no chief’s son or daughter should take | unto themselves husbands and wives from lower tribes. Silver Fawn had great influence over her father, as ;she had over everyone with whom she came in contact, and the love match had gone beyond the bounds of the Chief. Strife had arisen between part of the large tribe and a bunch of French traders and a few of the young bucks from the lower tribes, and without any preparation, war was already at hand. Without waiting for cere- monies, bows and arrows, Indian clubs, muskets of a very crude make, old blunderbuss pistols, which would make youthink of an undergrown, crooked grape vine, were being brandished; yelps, howls anda few other kind of unsanitary remarks were being uttered and the first thing anyone knew there was a fight going on. (To be continued next week.) There are exceptional opportunities for making money in the retail mer- cantile business, for energetic, cap- able young men. Throughout the country there are thousands of good stores and locations, which have val- uable trade and established business, whose owners would like to retite from business, and will sell at rea- sonable terms and prices. For in- formation write, The Merchants Lo- cating Co., New Franklin, Mo. Box - 51. 49-2° Lost:—Surgeon’s pocket -talire Y ment case containing D3 Return to Dr. H. E. Malkeyti