When Red Men ride to right a wrong.
LIEUTENANT MURIE—“GOOD INDIANS”—“DON’T LET HER KNOW.”
“READ to me, Jim,” said the sweet girl-wife of Lieutenant Murie.
“I can’t read long, my love,” said the gallant scout. “I have just learned that there is trouble out West and I must away to the front. That beardless telegrapher, Dick, has been here with an order from Major North and they will run us out special at 11:30 to-night.”
The Lieutenant picked up a collection of poems and read where he opened the book:
“Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I flee.”
“Oh, Jim,” she broke in, “why don’t they try to civilize these poor, hunted Indians? Are they all so very bad? Are there no good ones among them?”