Kankakee Valley Post, Volume 11, Number 10, DeMotte, Jasper County, 23 January 1941 — Page 2

Life Among the Seminoles

The advent of the CCC was a great event in the lives of the Florida Seminoles after the Indian Division was established. The braves can

now work at improving their camps and be paid for it. These pictures , loaned by Dwight Gardin* Seminole agent at Ft. Lauder dale. Fla., show how the tribes live . Right: Despite the Mongolian cast of her features , little Frances Jumper is pure Cow Creek Seminole.

Susie Tiger, above, of the important Seminole Tiger clan, is grinding corn. The mortar she is using may be as old as she is. It was hollowed from cypress.

Ready to dip into her sofskee pot for a sample is this Miccacuki Seminole matron. This is not madame s kitchen , however , for the whole clan cooks in it. The three pots in the fire mean that three families will partake of the next meal here.

Representatives of the Great White Father who care for the Seminotes. Left, rear, is Dan Murphy , who heads the Indian department for the CCC, while just behind the pot is John Collier , commissioner of Indian affairs.

A$ • quiet pool in a big cypress swamp Mrs. George Osceola and her two sons are busy washing clothes. They waded to this spot.

(In circle) Patriarch Billy Buster squats before his lonely fire. As a young man he killed his brother , and is now an outcast by tribal decree.

Left: Five top hands among the Seminole cowboys ride out through the cabbage pdim hammock to inspect th eir herds. In just a bit over three years the Glades Reservation . Seminoles have become expert cattlemen and riders.

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CHAPTER XXXV—Continued —2l— would have hated it, Marty. He would have hated Hollwood and all the fanfare.” “Yes.” Marty shook his head. “Life’s queer. A great artist has to die to make a great movie star.” “I may fail you, Marty.” “You know you wofi’t. 1 Even if you were a stupid woman, you couldn’t fail with the looks God gave you. And you aren’t stupid. They'll love you.” They went on over to the Astor for a hot drink. Lynn was shivering. They’d been standing a long time there in the cold. Marty leaned across the table and scanned the features he loved so well. “You’ve improved, you're older, and your features are more refined. That schoolgirl look has gone. It’s becoming, Lynn. Yes, you’ve improved.” r , i Later wheu they started for home Lynn said; “Come, I’ve got to send a cable to Chuck and Helen. I promised.” “Contract signed; off foi* Hollywood next week.” That jtold the news. “I’ll write them later.” When they got to ; r Lynn’s apartment neither had any idea lof sleep. “Come up a While, Marty. I’m too excited to feel I can ever sleep again!” They climbed the dusty stairs. When they came into the warm studio full of Rene’s pictures Lynn threw her hat on the table, took out the contract. She waved it above her head. “Well, we did it.” She laughed a little. Her face sobered. “I can pack up this time, forever.” She turned to Marty: “There’s Ipnly one reason I hate to’feave New York, Marty. That’s you.” 4 . Marty could not answer. He could not tell her that.the city of 7,000,000 would .seem empty indeed When she had gone. He forced a smile. “I’ll be out to see you. When you’re famous, you won’t forget me?” * “You talk such nonsense. But will you come?” “Of course I’ll come!” he promised. But he knew he would not. Life was like that. Then he said good night to America’s future star.

CHAPTER XXXVI The Washington Square studio apartment was bare again. Lynn was ready to leave for Hollywood. Rene’s pictures were packecjl. Lynn had a new trunk, all neatly filled with her clothes. This time the break was final. She’d never again come back to the Square. The last week had been an exciting one. There had been pictures, publicity. Lynn took three days and went up to Maine to see her sister. It would be, a long time before she came back East she knew. Today, Lynn had to dispose of a few remaining things in the studio. The moving men arrived to distract her, and began hauling out the little remaining furniture. For Madam Reanoud had insisted that Lynn go home with her that last night. They were to pick up her bags on .the Iway to the train. When the furniture had gone, the room was bare except for the trunk, the bags and boxes, an old kitchen table that came with the apartment. I'Two years since Rene and I land- j ed here in New York,” she mused. How the time flew! It was well toward noon. She must She dressed in a rush, in one of t4e new smart black frocks. It was while she was doing the last snap that there was a knock'on the doqr. She rap to open it. A man was standing in the doorway. There was snow on his coat. In the dim light of the hall Lynn could not see well. “Yes?” He did not answer, but stepped into the bare apartment, it was Wild Austin. For a long time they stood there, those two, in silence. Lynn swayed a little, put her hand out against the half open door. “Lynn.” The sound of his voice broke her heart. She could nojt bear it. Wild pushed the door shut. Suddenly he took her into his arms, buried his face in her gorgeous! hair. But still he could find no words. Lynn’s face was hidden in his snow dampened overcoat. “My dear! My dear!” Lynn’s knees were weak. Even now she did not believe. She realized she was weeping bitterly. It had been so long. She had given up hope. And now . . . he was here. Wild looked about the denuded apartment, picked Lynn up in his arms, carried her over to the kitchen table, the only remaining stick of furniture in the place, and lifted her upon it. % “I’ve come back, Lynn,” he said, taking her hands from her face. His arms were about her again, and his lips on hers. Into that kiss went all the suffering of the last year. It was many .minutes before either of them could find words. They were unnecessary. He was there. That was all Lynn asked. Only now she was in his arms did she realize how desperately lonely she had been. “I love you, darling; I always will,” he whispered. There could never be any question between them again. He knew that now, and his own eyes were wet with sudden tears. Words were of no use to either of them in this

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moment. They had both been through too much. Suddenly, Wild lifted her off the table. , “Get your hat on/’ She obeyed him meekly, her hands trembling so she could hardly put the little black hat oWpr her blond flair. He held her for her. But when she had slipped it on, he kissed her again. “Now, forward, march! I’ve got a car waiting.” “Where are we going?”» “To be married.” Lynn’s eyes were wide. “Now?” “Within twenty minutes. Just as soon as we can get to the City Hall.” “But . . .” : v . “Come. Rene sent me to you, Lynn.” She stood quietly before him, her hands at her throat. “But, I’m going to Hollywood. My contract —” “Where is it? Let me see it.” With uncertain fingers Lynn got thp precious paper*out oj her handbag. Wild grabbed it, tore it to bits. They fluttered to the floor at Lynn’s feet. “There. That settles that. Come.” Wild, his arm about Lynn, hurried her down the long hall, the dark stairs, out to the street, where a car was waiting. Inside, he wrapped Lynn in a rug, put his arm about her and explained. “I telephoned my attorney from the boat yesterday to get a special license. We just docked and I went to his office and got it. Simple.” He kissed her again, regardless of the truck driver alongside of their car, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show. On the drive downtown, " Wild talked little. He was too intent on his . purpose. They did stop at a florist’s for orchids. Wild pinned them on Lynn’s coat. When the car stopped at the City- Hall, Wild turned to Lynn: “Darling, I’ll give you one chance of freedom. Will you ever be sorry? Sorry about Hollywood?” “Never.” That was all he wanted to know. It was a queer wedding, all very business-like. Wild had made his plans carefully. His attorney, waiting to be a witness, had planned everything, even to the friendly Judge who Was waiting to marry them. “Did you get the ring? Good!” Lynn, still hardly believing, found herself making the required responses. Three minutes, and Wild’s ring was on her finger and he bent and kissed her. “Much happiness, Mrs. Austin,” he murmured in her ear. He was laughing happily, and Chalmers, his attorney, was congratulating him. “Now for heaven’s sake, maybe we can talk!” “I’ve reserved an apartment for you at the Waldorf. Mrs. Austin’s bags will be there shortly. I sent for them,” Chalmers said with a smile, “You think of everything!” Austin said as they left. Thirty minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Austin were ushered into their suite and Lynn, still with that odd feeling of unreality realized it was like the one which Katzman had occupied on that night a week ago when she had signed her contract. He took off Lynn’s little hat and her coat, and drew her over to the sofa with him. “There is so much to say. I don’t know where to begin. But first I want to tell you we’re going to Florida tomorrow. The family isn’t there. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” i It was not until the waiter had served their luncheon and they had

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Carol Coburn was a “bushrat’s” daughter, who left Alaska for an education. When her father died on the trail she headed back North, where a shadow had fallen on the claim that should have been hers, though she returned primarily to teach in an Indian schooL When the school burned, Carol moved to Matanuska Valley, snh-polar land of promise—the latest American frontier—where the govern-

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finished it, that Wild began his story. She was close beside him in the big chair as he talked. @ “Darling, what I’ve been through!” She could not answer, but as he looked down into her eyes he knew what she was thinking. “You think because I was in strange lands, it was easy for me.” He laughed a little. “It wasn’t. It was worse. Every time I saw a lovely sunset, or a fine old temple—well, it would come back. I’d know it was spoiled for me always, because you weren’t with me. I knew it would always be that way!” He was silent for a little as though trying to find the right words: “I was with Rene when he died, Lynn.” Lynn’s face was white as he spoke. “We talked a lot.” Wild held the hand that had his wedding ring on it. “He loved you better than Ido. He loved you enough to give you up.” Then Wild told Lynn of Rene’s last illness, how’ he had called for her, \vhpn he was too ill to notice anybody about him. “I had the doctor send that cable, Lynn. If you had come, and Rene had lived, I’d have gone away. He needed you so. He just didn’t seem to have any direction to his life with you away. I could see.” “And I thought he was in love with somebody else . . .. when he asked for his freedom!” Much later, Wild spoke of Chuck and Helen: “I was coming back, coming to get you as Rene wanted me to, even before I saw them. Then they got that cable from you about Hollywood. I flew to Paris and caught the first boat.” He was his old, arrogant self, confident, happy: “I w r asn’t jealous, I knew you, even when I heard gossip about you and Terry, and even you and Chuck! But Hollywood . . . that was something else’, I wasn’t sure, not until I saw you! You might have changed.” As Wild had planned, they left for Florida the next night. Mr. and Mrs. Austin came down to see them off, and they were kind. It was the last bit of happiness Lynn asked. For Mrs. Austin knew now where her son’s real happiness lay. Chuck had convinced her of that. Down South Lynn gradually came to believe her happiness was real. One night they were standing looking out of the windows through which Lynn had gazed unseeingly that night so long ago when she first came into the Austins’ big house. She was wearing her emerald again. Mrs. Austin had sent it on with a letter to Lynn which made her very happy. Wild stood with his arm p' his wife, watching the moonthe ocean below them. The :eavy with flowers. 7” he asked. Lynn, her nst his breast, did not i or, only held his hand t ever be sorry . . .even a wood?” i laughed a little at that, foi ..atzman had been wild. Theie lied been a barrage of telegrams and threats. “I’ll never be sorry, Wild.” “Not even if you were to be a great picture star?” ; Lynn moved closer into his arms. “I never wanted to go to Hollywood, Wild.” “You’re sure? in a few months you’ll sometimes wonder—” She turned, stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “You know I won’t!” Austin, holding her close did not answer. He was confident, for he too knew that Lynn Austin would never regret. [THE END.]

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