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Also in many books you will find the portrait of a good-looking Indian in savage finery and under it this caption, "Rain-in-the-Face. the Ogallala Sioux who killed General Custer"--of which more later. Well, in Colonel Shields' recent book. "Blanket Indians of the N o r t h w e s t , " ( V e c h t e n W a r i n g company. New York) Is a chapter In which Rain- 1 ln-the-Face tells how he ran 800 miles on sno^*-; shoes in a blizzard In threje days2--by far the mdtfe remarkable run In all history. Ugh, what a discussion that chapter has raisedall over the West! For the West will never get {through talking about Custer and the battle of ' Little Big Horn River, June 25, 1876. Now, of course, anyone who has ever traveled! * on snowshoes and has been In a South Dakota bllzsurd has a positive opinion as to the truth of the Indian's story. Incidentally the world's record fop a hundred mile run Is 13:26:30. However, thi story of Rain-in-the-Face serves a double purpose,: It makes interesting reading and it has brought out some reliable fHcts concerning the legend that the Sioux chief boasted that he would kill Custer and eat his heart--and actually did carry out his boast. According to the story told to Colonel Shields by the Sioux in December, 1873 or 1874, while quartered with a portion of his tribe at the Stnrafr •lag Rock agency, about 75 miles south of Bismarck, Rain-in-the-Face got into an altercatloii with four white men and killed two of them In self-defense, as he claimed. He was captured, taken to the agency, and thrown into Jail, "a temporary, unfinished log structure without a floor." There were six or eight inches of snow on the ground that had blown in through the openings in the walls, and the prisoner's "only means of keeping from freezing was to keep walking constantly about the room." This cruelty to Indians was praik ticed on the orders of Genecat Custer then in com. imand at Fort Lincoln, near Bismarck. General Custer ordered that "if alive, Raln-ln-the-Faca should be thrown into jail and punished as severely as possible, pending the time when the courtmartial could be convened and the culprit disposed of in a legal way. And this meant, of course, that he would be hung or shot." When this order was read to the prisoner, "Rain-in-the-Face swore vengeance on General Custer as the author of his sufferings. He swore that if he ever got out he would kill Custer in a hand-to-hand fight, If possible, and if not, then at longer range; that be would cut bis heart out and carry it away as IT; trophy." « * Some time before the Custer massacre, Rainin- the-Face escaped from his prison with the assistance of two friends, who "handed him a pair of snow-shoes and a blanket in which a piece of dried buffalo meat was rolled." The buffalo meat fell out as he adjusted the blanket, and so he started out "into the desert, in the midst of a howling blizzard, at nightfall, with only 009 blanket, without a mouthful of food, without a weapon of any kind, when the temperature was probably forty degrees below zero and the wlod was blowing thirty miles an hour." "He told me the story of his great run and I will tell It to you in his own words as nearly as I can recall them," reports Cdlonel Shields: "I asked him, through an Interpreter, 'Wfcert did you go when you escaped from the jail at- Standing Rock?* He said: w 'I went to the camp of my friends* at the baas •f Woody mountain, in Canada.' ,...» ^ "How far is that?* I asked. ; j v „ : "Three hundred miles as the crow flic** "V*^ •"How long did it take you to make the ruilr' * Three days and nights.' "Do you mean to tell me that a man can run a hundred miles In twenty-four hours, on snoif* shoes, and another hundred in the next twenty* four, and "another hundred in the next 7* « -He said. 'I did 11? * M 'How often did you sleep on the way?" " 1 didn't sleep at all. I knew I dared not' I dared not even sit down to rest, for If I ha<^ under the terrible fatigue and hunger and strain from which I suffered, I would have lost conscious*-- ness. a stupor would have overtaken me, und } would have frozen solid In half an hour. I waS • Wlni from the persecution, the wrongs, the outrages indicted on me and my people by the whits men. I was going to my friends and had detei> mined to-reach them. I knew the only way I could do that was to keep gotng. I ran most of the way. v- Occasionally I would slow down to a walk to re- •'cover my breath and recuperate my strength a little; then I would forge ahead again.' . "'What did you eat on the way7* I asked. Hs . «ald: f, "'Browse. When 1 would cross a dry coulee I would break off a handful of brush, willows or box-elder, and eat it as I ran across the next plateau, maybe ten miles, or twenty miles, or thirty miles. Then when I crossed another coulee 1 would break off more and eat that as I ran. '; " 'After running two days and nights and the ,.greater part of the third day, late In the after- Inoon the wind lulled, the snow cleared from the air for a few minutes, and I saw the dim outline of Woody mountain towering away into the sky. That gave me new hope, new courage. I knew the camp was not more than twenty miles away, and I knew I should reach it. I put on a new burst of speed, and after running a few miles Wore the wind lulled again, the air cleared, and I saw the outline of the great blue forest that surrounds the base of the mountain; and I saw three little columns of blue smoke curling up^Huong the trees.'" The Indian told Colonel Shields, with equally (substantial detail, how he found his friends, how (they welcomed him, how he collapsed in their arms, and knew nothing for two days and nights. D. F. Berry, official photographe^ and scout with . Custer's forces, was at Fort Lincoln during the time Rain-in-the-Face was in Jail there. He gives "this "plain, unvarnished account" in the Wisconsin Times: "In 1874, the Seventh United States cavalry was out scouting along the Yellowstone. Dr. Hol- Einger and a trader by the name of Baliran stopped to pick'up some moss agates while the command moved on. A little later the horses Owned by the two men came up to the command riderless. The scouting party started back to see what happened to Holzlnger and Baliran and discovered they had been shot. They scouted around to see who had killed them but there was no trace of Indian or white man to be found. 'The next summer the Sioux Indians were holding s big war dance at Standing Rock and between the dances some of the warriors woald get op in the center of the circle and relate some of the brave deeds of the band. A handsome young chief stepped Into the circle and told the Indians how he ha<F killed two men on the Yellowstone, shooting both. When he had finished he received great applause from the Indians. This Indian was Chief Rain-in-the-Face. "Charles Reynolds, General Custer's famous scout, was present watching the dancers and beard "fhe chief tell how he had killed the two men. The aext day he returned to Fort Lincoln, the army £ost, located near Bismarck, on the west bank of fjhe Missouri river. Reynolds told General Custer fcow he had heard Chief Raln-ln-the-*Face relate Jkls deed. On the next ration day. General Custer sent his brother, Capt. Tom Custer, and 100 soldiers of the Seventh cavalry, together with some Officers, to Standing Rock, to arrest the Indian Chief for the killing of the two men. "Captain Custer discovered Chief Raln-in-theface in the traders' store and with some soldiers grabbed the chief, wrested his rifle from him and Ordered him to mount a horse. The party headed for Fort Lincoln, and upoe their arrival theft Chief Rain-ln-the-Face was placed In the guardhouse to await trial for murder In the spring term of the United States court. 'Two inen who had been caught stealing oats and other grain from the government at Lincoln were also In the same guard-house awaiting trial at Fargo. Friends of the two grain thieves ^ut a hole in the guard-house to effect their escape and When the second was leaving he motioned to Chief Rain-ln-the-Face to come. They made their siicape soon after taps had. blown and all lights wsre then out at the post. "Rain-in-the-Face started towards Standing Rock, keeping away from the trail and traveling night. When he reached his old camp the Indians started hliu for the hills for fear the soldiers would come and get him. A small party accompanied him and they later became known as Renegade Sioux. Their band Increased until their number run up In the thousands. The next time Rainin- the-Face met Captain Custer was June 25, 1876, on the Little Big Horn river, In Custer's fight Contrary to reports Chief Raln-ln-the-Face did not hate General Custer, hut liked him and his wife. They often talked with him while he was In the guard-house. However, the chief did hate the general's brother and sought vengeance against him. "At one time I 'asked the chief If he had seen Captain Custer and he remarked that he had looked for and had found him. The Indians told me that the chief had mutilated the captain after the big battle. Tom Custer's heart was not cut out as the reports have It. General Benteen stated In a letter to me that he would make an affidavit to that effect. General Benteen and Doctor Porter were the two men who Identified him. Captain Caster's body was horribly mutilated." "There was no blizzard the night Raln-ln-theflace made his escape," Mr. Barry declares further. "I hesitate to comment, knowing Mr. Shields very well, but historians will gfc-ab such stuff as . this and pass it on as authentic. .iDoane Robinson, secretary and superintendent «§> the department of history of the State of South Dakota, writes to the Literary Digest: "When Rain-ln-the-Face lay dying at his home ea Grand river. South Dakota, he was constantly attended by Miss Mary C. Collins, the very notable missionary, who was a doctor of medicine as well as of souls. He professed great remorse for the •tna of,bis life, particularly his sins of mendacity, and confessed that It had been a great satisfaction la his sinful career to invent whopper* for the edification of the whites. "1. There Is no record that Raln-in-the-Faca killed two men at Standing Rock agency in 1873-4. The offense which got him in bad with the military was the killing of Holzlnger, the veterinarian, and Baliran, the sutler of General D. S. Stanley's expedition to the Yellowstone. This occurred en August 4. 1878. •2. The next winter Rain-in-the-Face appeared at Standing Rock agency and boasted of the murders he had committed. Word was sent to Fort A. Lincoln, and Captain Tom Custer, brother of General George A-. went down to Standing Rock to apprehend the culprit. He found him trading in the sutler's store, and slipping up behind him threw a blanket over the Indian's head and leaping upon him soon had him securely bound and took him a prisoner to Fort A. Lincoln. Whatever vengeance Rain-ln-the-Face was harboring at this time was against Captain Tom and not against the general. "3. Raln-ln-the-Face escaped from the prison. I not Informed of his whereabouts during his freedom; he may have taken himself to Woody Mountain. If so, it was not nearly three hundred miles as tbo crow flies.' w4. Rain-ln-the-Face took no part in the Battle of the Little Big Hdfrn, on June 25, 1876. He was away during the entire day, but returned that evening. "5. The body of General Custer was not mutilated, nor was thftt of Captain Tom, whose heart Raln-ln-the-Face had vowed to est. If he ate anybody's heart that night, it was tlbt that of either Custer." 1 TOO Oversupply of Humor Not a Thing Bo Desired. According fo Writer, If bne Would Succeed in Life, Cultivate Bearing. of Solemnity. "Never make people laugh. If yoa would succeed In life you must be solemn, solemn as an ass." That advice to a young and ambitious member of parliament is quoted in Ralph Kevin's "Mayfalr and Montiuartre," Michael Dane writes in (he continental edition of the London Mail. It Is advice which every young man who wants to make himself a great figure in the world must take to heart, and act upon. When I read that Instruction I thought at once of a man whom I was privileged to know a fev? years agoi. He was a member of parliament. Although few realized the fact, there were in the heart of him some flaming enthusiasms, some determinations to right wrongs, and to make for the following generations a better world than hi3 own pampered youth had known. He was a man who might have made this world a better, saner, and eleaher place to live In--but comparatively early In life he <#ad made the mistake of displaying himself as a funny man.; That man wais the la'te Spencer Leigh Hughes. There will always live In my mind the memory of one talk I had with him when, putting aside the cap and bells of the Jester, he spoke Of the things whlchMay near his heart, And I realized the nature of the man who was usually so thoroughly disguised. He had vision and--which is still moref rare--he had the constructive mind. But he had shown himself to the world as a jester, and the world, which will never forgive a Jester who turns from his Jesting to serious affairs, compelled him to r» main a jester to the end. The world has so deep, so Insatiable a need for laughter that It believes It cannot spare any of its clowns. It is compassed about with serious people, and It has a cranky belief that serious people are alone to be trusted with its serious work. But once a man has revealed his possession of a trace of the spirit of the clown it will not allow him thenceforward to appear as anything else. You have only to look round the Hfe of today to see how violently true this is. There Is W. W. Jacobs. He began to write funny stories, and the world will take none but funny stories from him. In ,the "Monkey's Paw" he showed that he coyld equal ft not surpass Edgar Allan Toe in grimly tragic writing, but the world does not want him to. write yarns about fat sailortuen and Impossible villagers. Then there Is the case of the late R. G. Knowles. The world which wants to laugh knew him as an admirable music hall comedian. Only a few were aware that he was an explorer of note, and that he only went on the stage to earn money enough to finance the expeditions which earned him tl»e fellowship of the Royal Geographical society. If you are born that way the world will quite possibly pay you a lot of money for being funny. But it is perfectly certain that It will forbid you to follow any other trade than that of the clown, and will forbid you any enduring fame. Shakespeare Is venerated for his tragedies, not for his comedies. Hogarth is honored as an urtist and not as a humorist. John Sebastian Bach, funniest of all musicians, Is praised mainly because in odd moments he wrote solemn music. The funny man may earn money a" the moment Heoiever earns anything else. FUNNY Tfism Never say "Aspirin" without saying "Bayer." WARNING! Unless yoii see name "Bayer" on taBets, , y°u are not getting genuine Aspirin prescribed by " physicians ovet 21 years and proved safe by millions fof " v; Colds Headache Rheumatism! ./^Toothache';' , Neuralgia : Neuritis / \ -4 Earache Lumbago Pain, Pain * ^ " * Accept only "Bayer" package which contains proper directions* Handy tin. boxes of 12 tablets--Bottles of 24 and 100--All dnuariats. U tb* ttnd* BUfc Bifct Munafactui* «( lknMotlCMMMlw fnIlijlhuM Fed at Last. He was the most down-and-out looking specimen of a tramp who had ap- «led at the back door of this par- •ular farmhouse for many a year. The housewife viewed him with disgust. "My goodness!" she exclaimed. *'I don't believe you've washed yourself for a year." "Jipt about that," agreed the hobo. Tou see, I only washes before I eats." Lotus blossom^ have little effect on a hustler. lie is an anti-narcotic. Many a man is' merely Ids wW understudy.'.;"; . :'•$§ Cutieura Soothes Baby Rashes That itch and burn with hot b&thS of Cutieura Soap followed by genQa anointings of Cutieura Ointment. Nothing better, purer, sweeter, esp»> dally If a little of the fragrant Cut>> cura Talcum Is dusted on at the flu* Ish. 25c each everywhere.--Adrw* tisement. , The more' a man goes around In world the less cranky he becomes. /Keepth^ChildrenWell! I During these days many children are complaining of head- ache, feverishness, stomach troubles, and irregular bowels. If mothers only knew what J * * A Terrier Decorated. A twrflor qamed Peter, belonging to Rev. W Adaths of Liverpool, has been awarded^ the metfal of the National Canine Defense league. While on holiday at Borrowdale in the lake district Peter was locked In a garage adjoining the hotel and startled the guests by barking violently. Mrs. Adams went t<v soothe him, and In searching for the cause Mrs. Adams discovered that a j*oung man named Arnold had fallen 50 feet down the hillside and was pinned by the rocks which had fallen with him. His leg was fractured and there were many severe wounds on his body. Mrs. Adams attended to the injured man until the arrival of the nearest doctor, who lived four miles away. Had Peter not given the alarm tlfe young man would probably have died before he ws8 discovered.--Manchester Guardian. - I MOTHER GRAY'S SWEET POWDERS for CHILDREN Will do for children no family would ever be without them. These powders are so easy and pleasant to take and <so effective in their action that for over PO years mothers have used them and told others about them. Sold hp? Druggists everywhere. De Not'Accept Any Sabstitstc fir MOTHER GRAY'S SWEET POWDERS. MOTHER STEWARD LET DOWN LIGHTLY In View of Silly Assertion, One Would Have Liked to See Him Mors Harshly Handled. A hotel steward said to be known from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and ior forty years an observer of people who eat in public dining rooms, is reported as saying at. a convention of public food purveyors that "American women have forgotten how to cook." The gentleman speaks without knowledge of the facts. We may excuse him only because he has been penned up in public eating places for so many years that he has lost all sense of proportion and lacks facts for comparison. American women have not forgotten how to cook. Their good, wholesome, well-prepared food for home dining room feeds, and feeds amazingly well, 80 per cent of the popplatlon. So general Is good home cooking that every man forced by circumstances to get his meals at public places regards himself as unfortunate because he cannot always eat at home, or at somebody else's home. This hotel steward is full of--mlslnfori^l^n. Chicago Journal of Commeroa. ' - Promise Kept. Wife--She told me the whole story just as I have repeated It to you, and made me solemnly promise not to whisper a word of It to anybody. Hub--Then why did you tell met Wife--Well, I didn't whisper.--Boston Transcript. SMALL GIRL GOT HER lllttle One Took a Good Deal fir Granted, but as It Turned Out. I She Was Justified. | * My new young man took me to eaB on his sister, who was married. I wanted to make a good Impression, as dressed in my best dress and was tm my best behavior. | Two brothers dropped in, and I star* heard them say they "wanted to give Fred's girl the once over." A four-year-old niece administered the finishing touch when she asked, hi a voice that could be heard in tha kitchen, "When you and Uncle Fred get married, may I be your flower glrir The brother grinned, brother-in-law In the kitchen howled, while I turned a most unbecoming red. The youngster thought she'd waited long enough for an answer, ao aha •aid. "May If* • I managed to aay yes, and two years later we were, and ahe QMbpca Trtb«i»e.w • • ' T i'W s' - m Gloomhounda. Tell me not In mournful iiaiillnl-- Anything you have to say. i If you deal In blues and umbers, Qet I Avaunt! Be on your w*« Life Is drear. Ah, well I knew It, And don't wish to know it mon^yf Told by some dod-gasted poet, Dull and turgid pest and bore. & '--Tennyson J. Daft, In Kansas Star. A Bread Hint They are telling in Greenwich vlN lage a story about Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney, whose exposition of sculpture has had a wonderful success in Paris and London. Mrs. Whitney was sketching one day In the country when a young farmer came and stood staring ov»r her shoulder while she worked. Though this sort of thing always annoys her. she worked on In patient silence, while the farmer breathed heavily In her ear. Finally, (hough, the maji began to criticize. "'It ain't bad,' he said; and then he screwed up his eyes and added: It seems to look better further off.' "Mrs. Whitney laughed. " 'Well,' she said, 'so would you.'" WAS NO SLAVE TO SUPERSTITION Mr. Callshan, of Course, Had His 0»> lief a, but He Waa Not Toe -Firmly Bound. had been a number ff, aeeaMtons on which Mr. Callahan liad regretted his too prompt offers of neighborly service, and had grown wary. He heattated now and looked thought* fai. "Was It tomorrow noon ye were askin' me about?" he inquired of Mrs. Kelly, with an eye on a pile of rubbish in bis neighbor's yard. "Well, now,, I'm not* sure If Til be cotnin' home or where I'll be. Tis a Friday, ye mind, an' that's called an unlucky dsy by most, an' I niver like to lay me plans too firm, sn' so--" . Ta can take your eyes sB that irj^ hape o* rubbish," interrupted Mrs. Kelly, tartly. "Mlke'll be home tomorrow an' he can cart It away. Twas because he'd be home I was planning a grand corn beef and cabbage dinner, ^n* as ye've been so handy--but if ye've anny fears--" "Don't spake of thim," and Mr. Callahan swept off. his hat In a gallant bow. "I'll cast thim from me--It's a poor thing to be glvln' up to superstitions, Mrs. Kelly, annyway. At what tolme would ye lolke me to be here, rain or shine T--Philadelphia Ledger. Boy's Heart In This Essay. From a schoolboy's essay on soap: "Soap is a kind of stuff made in cakes what you can't eat. It smells good and tastes orful. Soap always tastes' worst when you get it In your eye. Father says Eskimose don't never use soap; I wish I was an Eskimose." Mind Reading. She--"What are you _ thinking about?" He--"Just what you're thinking " about.? ' aMK-"Xf" Jt&v ' ru Armageddon. Armageddon exists geographically. Specifically/ fts location Is the great plain of Esdraelon. There It was, long centuriee before the birth of Christ, that the Egyptians sought to gain control of Palestine by arms, fighting the battle if Megiddo and taking that city by storm, but failing to subdue the bravely stubborn local princes for many years thereafter. It was there that Gideon triumphed over the Midianltes, and Saul over the Philistines; there also that Elijah confounded the prophets of Baal. And there, as well, that General Allenby defeated the Turks in the Hoty Lalld campaign of the recent war. The Key to Success Is Work-- There Is no Substitute for It I 7 f In order to do your beat work, yoa moat ba healthy. You muat sleep soundly at night, your nerves muat be strong, steady and under perfect jgOptroL If you ara accustomed to drinking tea or «$flec with your meals of between meals, yoa may be loading yourself with a vary great handicap. Your nervous system may ba stimulated beyond what is natural for you. For tea and coffee contain thein and Theae are drugs as any doctor can tell you. They are known to irritate the nervous system by their action and to cause restlessness and insomnia, which prevent tha proper recuperation of the vital forcea. „ If you want to be at your bast, capable of doing the very beat work that lies in you, why not stop drinking tea and coffee? Drink Postum, the rich, satisfying beverage made mxn acienri* fically roasted cereals, Poetum contains absolutely no drags of any kind, but in flavor tastes much like rich coffee. It helps nerve and brain structure by letting you get sound restful sleep. Postum comes in two forms: Instant Paotnm(l&liM) •Bade instantly in the cup by the addition of bothoff «Mr. PoSturn Cereal (in packages of larger bulk, for those who prefer to make the drink while tha meal ia being pnpavad) made by boiling for 20 minutes. Aak your grocer Cor Bottom. SoU evarywbac* Postum far He^ltl^p "There's a Reason" ^ y iwiid®? • ift"-1 mtri Vk A.' • r• fte;