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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 10, 1922)
I TUK SUNDA ISKK: OMAHA. SKPTKMHKR 10, 11)22. The Woman in the Cage ll.ntlMiul Flan I'm TM By Beatrice Grimshaw had not encumbered themselves with heavy load; Irvine, with pa'gs ol regret, had or dered the abandonment of nearly all the itorc. "Better starve to death, if we have to, than li t those beast in the village iut our rye in stick and gut us like fih before we're dead," wat hit ulcnt comment a they drove, hour after hour, ttn otili the tanning dark, the carrier! ahead. Cault and the woman next, hinuclf guarding :he reear. It wa the woman, chiefly, who kept ilirm from their liihr t pccd. Mot native girls, utieeumbercd by their usual heavy loads, can make a good (how it a man; but the girl from the cage whether it wat due to her recent caging, or to her present fear did not get along nearly at fast a they could have wished, Bush track, in l'apua, are leldom wide enough for two: Gault could not give her hig arm, hut he cut i length of trailing bamboo and put one end of it in her hand, haul ing, a he went, upon the other; and o they progressed. Irvine, through the night, had time to won der what might be the real came of the imprisonment that the Kid had so violently ended. He knew that tlia Kabakiri tribe, though lavage and fierce, were in ome way fur ther ahead on the road to civiliza tion than any other of their kind; that their dance, ceremonies, tribal custom and taboo were very high ly organized. He inferred that the girl, who had clearly ofTcendcd in noine way, must be an object of reverence to the tribe, through her color, and to this fact she owed her life. But what, among the liaba-. kiri, could be the crime that doom ed her to such clone imprisonment he could not even imagine. A for the Kid, Irvine consid ered that all, was not yet lost. It might be possible, come daylight, to convince him that the girl, gold haired and marble skinned though she might be, was no more white in reality than the blackest of their mori-haired, grinring carriers. Yet he felt troubled when he thought I I -r . . Ti T t i i i-k i I (Conllnufd From I'M Vive.) have a cat which comes over here quite often. One morn, while it was here the mother and father bird thought it would discover their nest so they would fly down and pick it on the head till it wsent away. The next day all the bird had flown. Will close, hoping to Tfcive badge. Bonella Ford, Bartlcy, Neb. The Runaway Cat. Dear Happy: Last winter our cat had four little kittens. One day when they were about five month old they began to follow me when I started off to school the mother and three kittens. When I saw them, I picked them up and carried them home. When I was a little way off they came running after me, and I couldn't make them go home and it was late, to I let them go. Just as we were in town they stopped at a house. I thought they would stay, so I went oh to school. At night when I went after them they were gone. We never saw them again until about two mouths afterward, when the mother came back, and has three kittens now. Will close, Earl Robbins. Ithaca, Neb. Little Red Cap. ;Dear Happy: I want to join the Go-Hawk club, I am enclos ing a 2-cent stamp. My name is Regina Jarosy. My birthday is September 5. I am 10 years old. My house number is 4608 South Thirty-second Street, Omaha, Neb. There was a farmer who had an elf. He named it Little Red Cap. He told the Red Cap to work very hard because he was too old to work. His wife wa ill. She could not work. The farmer told the elf to work as hard as he could. The elf did not like it, so it weut away and did not come back. Adventures of My Pets. My first dog's name was Trixie. ft was a little Fox Terrier. When I was at school Trixie got run over by a car. We had a horse doctor for it and he healed the place where she was hurt. Oue time I called her but the did not come, then she disappeared. Then I get another dog and its name is Ja. it. It is a bulldog and at night It will not let anybody in the house. I have three pairs of pigeons and they stay out in the barn. One hli -k on will come down and sit on my shoulder. I nude four bird houses and put them up (of the bi:' Every year bird come and t'uy in them for the summer. I am a hov 8 year obi and I am in th" fourth gtade llvroit Bos ken well. Cedar HIuli. Neb, of her, and the mote he tlunivlit the more troubled he felt. He knew that Gault. upo,ible lb u :h it seemed Guilt, had seen the world and had the bct of everything limit, who wa en gaged to a "nice Kit I of dis tinguished appearance" IijtM met with love, big love, at last, in the person of the gold anid marble woman whom the TVihnkiii had shut into a cage, What wa to follow? Dawn found thenl Hearing the sea coat; the tree, on the im poverished soil, were growing sparse and poor. Ahead, Dale lights struck through thinning foliage; the sound of humming surf, when they paused to take breath, made chorus with the rustling of the leaves. No one had pursued them or, if thev had been pursued. they had not been cauitht. With the sea in front and daylitfht waking. Irvine knew that, for the time at least, they were safe. It was none too soon. The car riers were worn out and hatting, liault was gray with fatigi..1. and thc-girl who had kept up bravely with his help, now seemed on the knife-edge of collapse. In the windy dawn, with the waves burst ing red upon the beach, rhe sank uK?n a heap of sand. She was wrapped in her mantle of native figured tappa cloth, which she had not Jaken off all night. Her hair, more wonderful than dreams, waved, half erect and gloriously gold, in the waxing light of dawn. One arm, white nad bare, shone out from the brown folds of her garment; her feet, beneath their stain of clotted mud, showed dclirately arched and small. "Look at that," said the Kid. "Did you ever see a duchess with llu-h a " "I haven't much acquaintance with duchesses, but I've seen some hundreds of native girls with very nice little feet," answered Irvine. "Did you ever see such a nose on a duchess, inre you're keen on the comparison?" Letters from Happy land Headers - , A New Member. Dear Happy. I like to read the Happy Land page: I would like to join your happy tribe. I aro sending a 2 cent and the coupon. I read it every Sun day. Tell Polly that I tried her turnip balls and have had success. They were good. I am 12 year old, but will be 13 the 20th of April. I say I am 13; wouldn't you? I am a. Camp Fire Girl. The camp's name is Otokeyha. I think I can get one of my friends to join. I have four pets. One Shet land pony, one poodle, Bobby; two goldfish. I wish some of the Go-Hawks would write to me. I will gladly answer them. I am writing to one now. I have no brothers nor sisters. I am in the seventh grade. My teacher's name is Miss Van Ora man of Harding, Neb. I like her very much. Well I must close. Maxine Murphy, Arapahoe, Neb. Likes Happyland. Dear Happy: I'm enclosing a 2-ccnt stamp to join the Happy tribe. I promise to be kind to all dumb animals and birds and help others. I am 12 years old and in the seventh grade. I like to read the Happyland page and can hardly wait for the paper to come. I read the Tcenie Weenies. Hoping to get my pin as soon as possible. Yours Truly, Bertha Woehler, Age 12, Wayne Neb. Drives Team. Dear Happy: This is my first letter to you. My mother reads your paper to me every Sunday. I want to be a Go-Hawk. I am sending a 2-ccnt stamp for a button. I drive the stacker team for my Uncle Jim. 1 earned $9.50 this summer. I have an airedale dog and I made a house for her. I will be 7 years old September 10, 60 I will have a birthday cake. Donald Galvin, Odessa, Neb. First Letter. Dear" Happy: .This is my first letter I have written to you. I would like to join your Happy Ho-Hawks. I am sending 2 cents. My letter is getting long. I wish some of the happy Go-Hawks would w rite to me Abbie Samms, Age 10, Tow ell, Neb. Reads Happy Land, Dear Happy: 1 have read the paper about a year. I have one dg named Rover, which likes to ride in the car with us. I will be in the fourth grade next year. I am srmhiig my 2 rent stamp and the coupon, I have not two sis ters, a brother Vdcr than I am. 1 am M year Id. I- red Kowley, 4u7 Hud strc( Atlantic, la. "Her nose in jut hke every one rise's!" Irvine purged his lips and whit!ed softly some frivolous soini'luig air. I.uht v..is growing; the tea wind aiter the dripping heats of the hush blew gratefully on mouth and check. Two of the car rier, under Irvine's shirp com ma n 'J. bid I railed their tired limbs along the Ik ar h to gather driftwood for a fire. The rest were lying, flat on the sand. A little way from them sat the girl, her white face set and hard us the white coral blocks, thrown up from deep sea reefs beyond, that lay upon the beach. Cault, silting on a fallen tree be side her, war try'ng. with the help of a prostrate carrier, to make her understand the words he repeated over and over again. ' The carrier, it seemed, knew something of some language that thr g'rl, imperfectly, knew. Through the mists of double interpretation the strange wooing went on. Irvine, his back against a tree, tit h' pipe and lis tened. The Kid wa telling her that he had ret her free from her enemies Vaguely, mangled and distorted, came back to him her thanks. Hut she still sat looking out. not at him, but at the sea. and her face was set and cold. Only the voiuterftil. dernlidded eves seemed to be awake; and what they were saying. Irvine, curiously on (vatrh. could not even gue. Cut he sensed trouble, dark and not far off. The Kid went on to ray that there was a mission some day down the coast, nnd that he was going to bring her there. That they would have a missionary to marry them. That he would ("O, Lord, Lord," said Irvine filently to his pipe) take her away to his. country, and make a queen of her. . . . There was a ring in his voice that Irvine had never heard before. "Well, he thought, as he looked aside at the strong, sharp-lined Will Keep Rules. Dear Happy: I am 8 year-old. I am sending a 2 cent stamp for my button. I am interested in the Happy Land page. I will promise to obey your rules. I am in the fourth grade at school. I have a dog named Charley, a cat and about 60 little chickens. This is my first letter to you. I will close now. Madge Leslie, Brownville, Neb. A New Member. Dear Happy: I would like to join the happy tribe. I am enclos ing a 2-cent stamp and would like to have you send me a badge. I have a yellow" kitten named Goldie. I am 10 years old and will be in the fifth grade. I have a sister 11 years old and she will be in the seventh grade. My letter is getting long, so I will close. Thclma Rodman, Ogallala, Neb. Dot ice z 59 . V A fe' - V ft V.- . 4S. 39 S6 57 H .41 4o 55. SJ'3' i5, l U 3 N'ow here's the educated - --, At sivty-imc lu ll dame a jig. '.,,! ika .igr by J, .win Um Uwvh U. 4wl, kiim tith countenance that had in one night taken the place of the Englishman's baby-face. "I'll never call you the Kid again; you've grown up since we made camp last." There wa silence; I'lault'i hard breathed, quivering words, and the stumbling of the carrier died awav. No answer came from the girl. Hut suddenly she sprang to her feet, and the marble face broke up into passionate crying. She knelt down, laid her head, with its won derful gold hair, for one instant inion Gault's muddy boots, ami then broke away and ran wildly down the beach. The two white men. each eiiuallv surprised, stared after her. Gault was the first to speak. "Wh it' -what's the matter?" he asked, not of Irvine, but seemingly of the uni verse. Id's face was pale: he seemed a one seems who ha been suddenly, treacherously struck. "She's looking for something," offered Irvine. The girl had stopped a good distance away. Her tappa mantle was gathered in one hand; with the other she wa grop ing, hunting in a mass of rotten logs that lay piled one upon the oilier at the margin of the lorest. It was not the bu-lunan. with his keen, practiced senses, who first saw what the gold-haired girl was hunting for what she had found. It was Gault, never more to be known as the Kid again. He had S"cn, had understood, somehow, without understanding, and had covered half the distance in a fran , tic rush before Irvine, too, had un derstood, and swearing as he only swore in moments of fiercest ex citement, tore after him. Both were too late to snatch the black snake from the girl before it had buried it fangs in her uncov ered breast. Even after it had struck, and let go, she held it to her as a mother holds her child, and Gault could hardly tear the hideous thing away. In a desper ate w rench, he pulled it from her at last, flung it on the ground, and stamped its head to pulp. Then, A Wyoming Go-Hawk. Dear Happy: I would like to join your Happy Tribe. I am 7 years old. I will be in the second grade. I - am sending a 2-cent stamp. Please send my button. I will try to keep the pledge. I am, Helen Johnson, Medicine Bow, Wyoming. First Letter. Dear Happy: I wish to he a member of your happy tribe. I am sending a 2-cent stamp and the coupon and would be delighted if you would send me a badge. I am 12 years old and will be in the seventh grade next year. I have one sister, who is 10 years old and will be in the fifth grade next year. Her name is Thclma. Thel ma has a little kitten that she .calls Goldie. My letter is getting long, so I will close. Yours truly, Tressa Rodman, Ogallala, Neb. Puzzle with hand that shook, he brgt fumbling in his pocket, after th little first aid snake-bite case that never left either of the men during bush travel. "(ive her a whisky while I get at this." he choked. Irvine, more slowly than one mi(ht have expected, felt for hi flask, and opened it. The L'"' seemed to understand; she moved a little from him and shook h-r head. "Oniek, men I" ordered Gault, who had got hi case now and was opening it. "It' her only chance." The girl stood silent; she looked at the man who had ritked hi life for her. ami beneath her deep-cut eyelids lay horror, love, tragedy beyond words, She did not move, but she let her half-held mantle fall, suddenly, into folds at her feet. "Steady her while I try." said Gault, opening his cae. '"We can't let her- God. she mustn't" Irv'"e's hand came between hint and the liltlp phial. Irvine's voice sa;d. gravel v : "Look." Gault looked up. He saw the gold and marble girl still standing movelese, in front of him. her mantle fallen down. He saw that her white hodv wa marked. "What is it?" hr asked, h's ton gue dry between his teeth. ' Leprosy." said Irvine. And then as if to himself. "I always did v the ll.tbak'ri were the most ad vanced savages in the country." Gaulf. grav-faeed. but tryirg hard to hold himself, went on fumbling with hi cae. "It's our duty." he -said. "Mot to let he mustn't " Irvine' strong hand came once more between him and the rase, and this time took it away. "Have some mercy on her!" he said. The gold and marble girl, draw ing a long sigh, stapeered a 1'ttte, and lay down. She drew the fold of her tappa mantle across her face. oprrllit. latt. 1 Ruth and Ruby, Once upon a time there were two little girls. Their names were Ruth and Ruby. Ruth was rich and Ruby wat poor. Ruth was very kind and Ruby very mean. Ruth lived next door to Ruby, Every day Ruth could hear Ruby . scolding at her mother. Ruth be longed to the "Go-Hawk Club" and kept the rules very well. One day ' when Ruth was out playing she , saw Ruby teasing a cat. Ruth akcd Ruby to please stop teasing the cat. Ruby scolded her and told her she would stop teasiner the cat when she took a notion. Then Ruth told Ruby about the Go hawks and Ruby joined the "Go hawk Club." She keeps the rules now very well. Will some of ttie "Gohawk" girls who arc 11 or" 12, and whose birthdays are in June ' please write to me. Florence Grafton, aged 12, Lexington, Neb. Two Boys. Dear Happy: I am going to join m your club. Once there were two boys about 12 years old. The one was lazy and the other liked to work. One year the boy that liked to work wanted a coat to wear, something that was useful, the other wanted a deck of cards that he could play with. When they were going some place the one was almost too lazy to dress. They were all ready but him. He was almost ready when they got in the car except him. And they went without him. That taught him a -lesson to not be slow and he al ways was ready in time after that. Inez Hansen Kennard, Neb. A Third Grader. Dear Happy: My name is Rob ert A. Fischer. I am 8 years old and I want to be a Go-hawk. I will be 9 years old September 2. I am in the third grade. I am sending a 2-cent stamp. Please send me a Go-hawk pin. I will try to be a good Go-hawk memhef. Yours trulv, Robert James Fischer )0 West Broadway, Council IS tufts, owa. Wants to Join. Dear Happy. I have been read ing your stories every Sunday and like them very much. Will you please send me a Go-Hawk but. Ion. I am sending 2-ccnt stamp and the coupon. 1 promise to be kind to all dumb animals. Good bye. From Helen l'atttron, Wakefield. Neb. I'.ox 475 A New Member. Dear Hippy; I have joined your tribe and am very happv. I ii to school and will be in the f'fth giade this fs.fi. I live in a hoi I and rue lots of pitttv flow ri ami a l t r,,, ,t,i. krna. Goodbv. Tw.Is Kilter, Mtsoa lity. Niti.