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By Hamlin Garland.
Jhs Outlaw.
In aHrper's Weekly Hamlin Garland
tells in "The Outlaw," a thrilling tale
of the West, a story which illustrates
the ferocity of race hatred and inci
dentally reflects upon the quality of
those cow boys whom President Roose
velt has held up as models of Ameri-'
can manhood and as infinitely better in
quality and more agreeable in per
sonality than the American farmer.
Hakonuse is an Indian. He has come
under civilizing1 influences and has de
termined to cultivate the friendship of
the whites. He enters a western town
at a moment when a cowboy browl is in
progress and becomes involved in the
affair in spite of himself. His arrest
follows and he is thrown into jail,
charged with shooting with intent to
kill. The charge was absolutely false
and those who made it know it to be so.
But the sheriff refuses to release him
and the judge declines to interfere.
And so Hakonus stays in jail.
In a week or two the people of Big
Snake had quite forgotten Hakonuse.
If any word recalled him to their minds
they merely said: "Do him good to
feel the inside of a stone wall. It'll
tkke the fight out of hint He'll be
good Injun when he gets out. He's in
luck to escape being strung up."
Now the town possessed a baseball
team that had defeated every other
club in the state, excepting one. The
Falls had proved a Waterloo to Big
Snake' on the Fourth of July and so
its citizens fairly ached for a chance
to "do the Falls up,"- and win back
some of the money they had lost.
One morning about two weeks after
his imprisonment Hakonuse heard the
sound of far-off drums and thought the
soldiers were coming at last to release
him. His heart leaped with joy, and
he sprang to his window and there
listened long. He could hear plainly
the voice of the bugle, and he fancied
he could detect the marching of, col
umned feet. His friend, the agent,
was surely coming to punish his cap
tors.
He was not afraid of the soldier
chiefs, for they fought honorably. They
did not take their arms away. 'They
made war in the open air and on the
hills. A shout of joy was about to
break from his lips when the jailor en
tered the corridor much excited. He
made a great many signs to his captive,
but Hakonuse. only undei*stood one or
two of them. "Come with me!," and
"I'll kill you."
He drew his blanket round him and
thought, "I will go. I will "at least
.escape these walls. If I die I will die
under the sky where the sun call see
me."
He quietly followed the sheriff out
side, but when he saw the open hand
cuffs, he rebelled and shook his head'.
The sheriff made bungling signs again
and threatened him.
..Hakonuse comprehend. nothing-of
all this save the- motion- toward the- gun
which he took to mean that he was to
be killed. The excitement of his cap
tor, the mystery of all he did, his
menacing fists were convincing. But
Hakonuse was a chief. He had never
flinched in battle, and as he felt the
wind of the wide sky on his face he
lifted his eyes and said, "I am ready—
but I will die fighting."
The sheriff motioned him to get into
his buggy, and he obeyed—for the hand
of the sheriff/was ever on his revolver—
and so they roae through the4 town,
which was almost deserted. Far up the
street Hakonuse could hear the -noise
of the drum, and his heart swelled big
with sense of coming trouble. Was he
being lecl out to be tortured? Perhaps
he would be permitted to fight his way
to death?
A man at the? drug store called out,
jovially. "Where are you going, Mr.
Sheriff?"
"Out to see the ball game. I hap
pened to have only this on eprisoner,
so I thought I'd take him along.
Damned if I'm going to miss the game
for a greasy buck Injun."
"Look out he don't give you the slip."
The sheriff winked meaningly.
"There'll be a right lively fox-hunt if
he does. The boys would like nothing
better than to rope* an Injun today. It
would draw better than a bull light."
They both laughed at this notion, arid
Hakonuse again understood only the
menace jn the sheriff's voice. As they
neared the grandstand the noice of the
great crowd reached across the quite
I fields, and Hakonuse could see hun
dreds of people streaming along the
road before him. His limbs grew tense.
It was plain that his captor was driv
ing directly toward this vast throng_of
savage white people, there to torture
him.
He looked round him. On either side
were rows of growihg corn, and beyond
the field on the right, rose a grove of
tall trees marking the course of the
river. As he remembered this, his final
resolution came. "If I am to die I will
die now/' and he sprang from his seat
to the ground and dived beneath the
fence. He heard the sheriff's gun
crack twice and thrice, but he rose un
hurt, and with ia wild exultation in his
heart ran straight across the tender
corn toward the river. Again the
sheriff fired, his big revolver sounding
loud in the windless air.
The^i, as if his shooting were a signal,
squad of cowboys rose out of a gully
before the fugitive and with wild
vhooping high above their heads, and
Hakonuse, knowing well their pitiless
ierocity, turned and ran straight to
ward the sheriff, who stood loading his
?un on the inner side] of the' fence. As
*ie ran, Hakonuse could see. great ra.nks
of yelling people rushing over the field!
toward him. He fled now to escape
being dragged to death by the cowboys,
hoping the sheriff might, shoot him
through the heart as he came near.
The. sheriff fired
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twice -at-long- range
but iqissed, and as the panting fugitive
ran straight toward him, the white man
fell to the earth as if shot^and crawled
.under the fence, leaving Hakonuse to
face a squad of. twenty infuriated
mounted ihoboes and 'a- thousand^ citiaenS
defenseless, red man, and. with brutal
heels stamped- on-his face as if he were
a rattlesnake.'When he »o longer
breathed they stabbed the inert body a
hundred' tunes and Swt it^ull ^of bul
lets. They fought5'for 'a chance to
kick it, they lost all semblance of men.
Wolves fighting over the flesh'of their
own kind could not "have been more
heartlessly malevolent,' more appalling
in their demoniac frenzy.
Andv then above: the clamor of their
breathless cursing and cries of hate a
strong clear voice made itself heard, a
vibrant manly vpice:
"Stop in the name o' Christ!" and
through the crowd a tall young man
in the garb of a Catholic priest' forced
his way. His big broad face was set
with resolution and his' white brow
gleamed in the midst of the tumbling
mass of bronzed, weather-beaten bor
der-men with a singular paleness.
"Stand back! Are you fiends.of hell?
Where is your shanje A thousand to
one! Is this yotyr American chivalry?
Oh, you devils!"
He stood astride the fallen man like
a lion over the body of his mate. His
body quivered with the sfnse of his
horror and hi's splendid wra|h.
"God's curse on ye—if you -touch this
man again." The crowd was silent
now, and he went on, and his voice cut
like a saber: "I have seen the beasts
of the African jungles a't war, and
know the*hab'its of the serpents of
Nicaragua—I know your American
bears and wolves—but I have never
seen any malevole'ncy to equal this."
Every word he spoke could be heard
by the mob, every man who listened
looked aside, helpless under the edge
of the young priest's scorn. "You are
the brave boys of which we read," he
said, turning to the cowboys. "You are
the Knights' of the plains—" Then his
righteous wrath flamed forth again
"Knights of the plains! Mother of
God! The graveyard jackals would
turn to lambs in ye're presence. Brave
men ye' are to rope and drag a defense
less man—and you!"—he turnedbto the
slinking sheriff—"you. are of my church
—I know you. The malediction of
Heaven hangs over you for this day's
work. Take up the body of this man.
He |s dead, but his blood will yet make
this town a stench in the nostrils of
the world. You cannot do these things
today, and not be accursed of all Chris
tian peoples."
With a contemptuous wave of his
hand' he dismissed the mob, "Go home
Go back to your wives and children and
boast of your great-, deed. Leave the
body of the dead with* me. His soul is
with his Maker."
The crowd slunk, a,way, leaving, the
sheriff, the priest, and a doctor who
had volunteered his services to examine
the mass of bloody flesh that had once
•been a tall and powerful commander of
'^/The1nmn'isVf V«aidItfie'Sector
in a tone of awe. rV'Life is not extinct!'?
"Save .himrr-for. ,the love of Christ!"
exclaimed .the priest fas-he. dropped on
his knees beside the torn and trampled
red man. "It would be ablessed mir
acle of Christ if he withstood' such pun
ishment. It is impossible!"
"His heart is beating—and I think it
grows stronger," repeated the doctor
as he fell to work.with deft energy.
"What is this?" asked the priest as
he picked up a bloody and crumbled
paper, he opened it and read aloud
"I am Hakonuse. Long I hated the
white man. But now I am changed,
want to be friiends with the white
•man." As he finished, he prayed sil
ently with a sort of breathless intensity
"whil^, the tears 'ran down his cheeks:
"Lord Jesus' grant me humbleness
and patience with these people. Let
my heart not harden with hate of this
injustice.
Then looking at the poor bruised
body of Hakonuse, he said:
"O, God! the pity of it! The .pathos
of it! His heart was good 'toward all
men. I do not know when or where
this was given but it breaks my heart!
They took Hakonuse up the priest
received him at his house, and cared
for him, and he live&, bu| so battered
so misshapen that his own wife did not
know him.
The cloud of his hate and despair
never lifted. He spoke no word to any
white man save the good priest and to
me, and when he died neither of us
knew of it.
What did I do about it? Nothing.
What could I do—except tell the story.
STORY ON GREELEY.
A new story of Horace Greeley is told
in a recent biography by W. A.^Linn:
The great editor, as every one knows,
was generous and kind-hearted to a
fault, and beggars of all types general
ly found in him an easy victim. A few
cases are on record, however, where he
did not yield to the demands upon his
purse. One of these is related by Mr.
Linn. A visitor who called on Mr.
Greeley one day found him in his sanc
tum with a persistent,bore of the sub
scription paper variety seated by his
side. The editor's patience had evi
dently been almost exhausted, and as
he wrote on steadily he would give an
occasional-kick-toward the caller, who
would every now and' then put in a
word. Finally, turning round, Greeley
said: "Tell me what'you wailt. Tell
me quick, and in one sentence."- The
man said: "I want a subscription, Mr.
Greeley, for a cause which will prevent
a thousand of our fellow-beiiigs' from
going to hell!" Greeley shouted: "I
will not give you a single cent. There
don't half enough go there now." As
Greeley was a Universalist, adds Mr.
Linn, 'this xeply was not so severe as
it sounded.
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DEMAGOGUE
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Special effort at this time is being,!
made by the republican press of the
country to impair th^ present standing
of Hon. William Jennings Bryan before
the American people, says the Seattle
Mail an'd Herald. .Paragraphs of his
speeches are .taken out from the verbal
surroundings in which he placed them,
and constructions placed upon them
which the context would not warrant.
He is accused ,of playing the tricks of
the deniajgogue by appealing' to the
prejudices and ignorance of the masses
6% his. support.
Naturally, the, kind of a Democrat
who is not a demagogue is one that
preaches republican doctrine. The Re
publican idea of a demagogue is a
deinocrat who tells the people things
that are detrimental to republican suc
cess, he is a democrat who tries to
free the people from the yoke of the
trusts, and points out to them the
fallacies of Republican theories, and
the hypocracies of Republican prac
tices. William Jennings Bryan has a
most happy facility in doing this, there
fore, in the eyes of the republican lead
ers he is a most dangerous demagogue
for he tries to arouse the people to
think and act for themselves, in their
own interest and welfare.
In the opinion of the federalist party,
Thomas Jefferson was an arrant dem
agogue. In fact the men who have
in every age been instrumental in lead
ing the people up out of bondage have
all in turn been classed as demagogues
by those to whose interest it was to
keep tljp people subject to their control.
Freedom of the masses of humanity is
alway^ and at, all times deemed by
those to"1 whom governments devote
special privileges as inimical to their
rights, and therefore whoever would
awaken the great common people to an
understanding of their own rights, and
arouse them to dare assert these rights
as against the granting of special pri
vileges to any, is a dangerous man to
society and to government, and a dem
agogue.
Thomas Jefferson was a-demagogue.
Patrick Henry was a
demagogue,
Abraham. Lincoln was a demagogue, be
cause each in his time was great
enough to espouse the cause of human
liberty as against the power of the op
pressor.
Since the days of Abraham Lincoln
there has been no man whose eloquence
has so moved the common people as the
silver tongue of William Jennings
Bryan. What wonder is it, then, that
the servants of monopoly and special
privilege, are striving in every way to
remove him as an obstacle from,vtheir
path.
A WORD FOR DAD.
We happened in. a home the other
night, and: over the parlor door saw
the legend worked' in letters of red,
"What is Home Without a Mother?".
Across the room was another brief,
"God Bless Our Home."
Now, what's the matter, with "Qod
Bless Our ,a^d?.' ,^igets early,
lights the fire*Jboil^ an egg, gr&bs hiS^-j
pinner pail'Ta^nd" wipes'ofr th'e dew of
the dawn with his boots)-while many
a mother is sleeping. He makes the
weekly hand-out for. the butcher, the
grocer, the milkman and baker, and
his little pile is badly worn before he
is home an hour. He stands off the
bailiff and keeps the rent paid up.
If there is a noise during the niglit
dad is kicked in the back and made to
go down stairs and find the burglar
and kill him. Mother darns the socks
—but dad bu^s the socks in the first
place and the needles and the yarn
afterwards. Mother .does up the fruit,
.well, but dad buys it all, and jars and
sugar cost like mischief.
Dad buys chickens for the Sunday
dinner, carves them himself, and then
draws the neck from the rUins after
every one else is served. "What's
home without a mother?" "Ses, that
is all right but "What is a home with
out a father?" Ten chances to one it
is a boarding house, father is under a
slab, and the landlady is a widow.
Dad, here's to you you've got your
faults—you may have lots of them—
but we miss you when you're gone.
"WHO'S GOT THE BUTTON?"'
Prom the Troy Press:
One effect of a high duty Js related
by a leading merchant tailor. He for
years bought a certain superior style
of button not procurable in this coun
try from Prance, and paid prices rang
ing from $18 to $24 for what is called
a great gross. In a new tariff law a
duty of $6.50 per great gross was levied
on buttons of this description. Then
a Frenchman came over to our shores
and established a factory for their
manufacture in New Jersey. While the
tariff is $6.50 per great gross, he is
selling the buttons themselves to the
trade at $6 per great gross—a saving
of at least $12, besides the development
of a new American industry. So
American tailors are buying the but
tons at one-third the price, and France
is losing an enormous proflt on a high
class button extensively used here.
Button, button, who's got the button?
Why, our own Uncle Sam!
Sayings from Bryan's Commoner..
Some employes have a habit of losing
the last hour of the' working day by
watching- the clock. Don't do that.
Of course the labor that is "protest
ed by the tariff" need, not worry .about
the million or more of immigrants
pouring into the country each year
If the average man could do as much
as he thinks he can there would be lit
tle demand? for labor-saving machinery.
By the way, if every man in the east
is employed at good wages, where did
those 25,000 eastern men cOme from
Who went to^the Kansas and Nebraska
wheat fields, and why ..did/they go?
Frosty Welcome.
Prom the Philadelphia. Inquirer:
The St. y.Iwouis show is 'to have a
snowstorm every day, .with the aid of
liquid air.. "Visitors will find a summer
snowstorm in St Louis a thing to be:
profoundly grateful for.
Volunteers "for Desperate Service."
,1 -^Profe&jor,'Wiley of the, agricultural
department ha'd^do, trouble finding forty
'^volunteers' on^wliicbi-r to experiment
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