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i Oglethorpe
By PAUL LINCOLN.
R n'Hoi /or CMe Sunny South
N April of list year t*he
Georgia Society of the Co
lonial Dn.mes of America,
after having spent iat>out
S500 in restoring- the
crumbling arches of the
remnant of old fort at
Frederica, placed thereon
a tablet 'which is the first
memorial to General Ogle
thorpe yet erected in the
country which owes him
so deep -a debt of grati
tude 'and of honor. From
time to time there have been plans set
on foot to build an imposing monument
in Savannah, and tills city yet faopes to
see the realization of the dream, but in
the meantime the tablet on the decaying
tabby fort at his oyd home. Frederica
is the only enduring evidence so far ot
a people’s loyalty; while, curiously
enough, the old Indian chief who was his
friend anil the white man’s friend had.
us long as five years ago. his fame per
petuated in a monument as imperial able
as it. ,s unique—a. monument of the hap
piest possible conception, the work, too,
of the Georgia Colonial Games,
tions in summing up:
AN APPROPRIATE EMBLEM.
Wh it could be so fitting for the simple
child of nature, what so beautifully ap
propriate to the grand and rugfeed char
acter ofthe faithful Tomo-Chi-Chi as this
gigantic 'bowlder from his native forest!
And what so lasting! The tail and
stately monuments which men fashion
and rear may topple and succumb even
1o the foreef of inaturq herself.- but this
massive granite lies -too close to earth’s
very bosom—nothing- can dislodge it, un
shaken by any storms7 unravaged by
time, it will testify of the noble soul it
commemorates when generations have
come and -gone, and records and arffeils
are no more.
Oglethorpe and TV mo-Chi-Chi are in
separably associated in our minds, for
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Tomo-Chi-Chi Monument in Front of Chatham County Courthouse.
simultaneous almost' wiitih acquaintance
with the one was Introduction to the
other. Arrived at Beaufort, Oglethorpe
left the- immigianthere to refi-.r !.
themselves while he came U£> the Savan
nah river to -choose a situation for the
town, and entei into a treaty with the
Mico of the only nation of Indians liv
ing near—tKe great Tomo-Chl-U.n. The
land was beautiful, the chief of the tribe
was friendly and Oglethorpe’s heart no
doubt burned with deep gratitude as, re
turning to Beaufort, lie arranged that
the following Sunday should be celebrat
ed as a day of thanksgiving for their
safe arrival.
"Furr fuif hogs, '-fight .turkeys,' SesiOes
fowls. Englishbeef and other provisions,
a hogshead of beer, a ho-gsherd of punch
and a large quantity of wine,” twe are
told, made up the dinner, and all "was
disposed of in so regular a manner that
no person was'druitk nor any disorder
happened.”
From their very first meeting seems to
have begun the friendship between Ogle
thorpe and Tomo-Chi-Chi, the old chief
tain being- then nineity.-one years old. in
>• the foil strength .of body r,'id rriijv-i T 1
the exercise of the noble virtues which
paint him a grand and princely figure on
the Illuminated page of history. The in
tercourse between these two was not
Alone friendly, but there appears to have
existed a sincere attachment which grew
cut of the earnest appreciation each of
the other’s lofty character. Tomo-Chi-
Chi. wttio lived four miles above the site
, of the now town, dined often with Oslo*
thorpe. and on the occasion of the visit
to London was entertained at the gener
al’s home. Oglethorpe and Tomo-Chi-Chi
were accompanied on this memorable
trip by several Indian chiefs and also by
by Tottso-Olii-Chi's wife. Sinauki. and his
nepluiw, 5'opim-ooiwi. or TKleeanhouee.
VPeasley in hrs journo? spells it. TL.e b-.iy
whs fils adopted son and it is he who
a lauds by .the old chiefs side in the eele
bitided • iportraSt painted at this time b.v
Verilst. tf-inaukinvas, from what a.-tmnts
remain of her. a -worthy wire. with not
a little <>*' her ‘ htt&uan.VS wisdom. Oti
one occasion 'she prrs« n-tod Weslej wit!,
‘jwo jars of honey aiiu one of mill:, the
tiohey represent i rag, s he said. "‘Ji-.e m h-
na Moil - of our people there fxanmeraw
village), and the mCSfc the neeJ of our
fthiltlreii."
ENTERTAINED IN ENGLAND.
During the four months in England
tlie Indians spent a part of the time at
Oglethorpe’s country residence, and re
ceived attentions from high officials and
royalty itself, and throughout all this
time interest in the red men (who did
not neglect to freshly paint their faces
by way of making toilet) did not abate.
The novelty, if it wore off. did not de
tract from a notable hospitality, if so it
might be regarded; but the death of one
of the chiefs, so far from their native
iorcsl s/Hind the necessity for leaving him
in a strange land, so weighed upon the
spirits of the others it was seen best
to bring the protracted visit to a speedy
close. and the party was arranged to
return at once.
The gifts bestowed upon the Indians
were . generous, in value hundreds of
dollars. But Tomo-Chi-Chi. who might
have turned his influence and the ser
vice which from the beginning tyas be
yond estimation, to a rich competency,
even gave away the presents brought
’• with film; s>na when after six
y«ars, when very -nearly a hundred
years old (he was 97), he came to
death, it was, as one of the historians
says, "in a willful poverty, being more
pleased in giving to others than in pos
sessing himself.” Yet there Is a simple
grandeur in the picture we have of his
last hours in his bare home in the rude
yamaeraw village, passing away in tlie
mellow haze of the soft Indian summer.
As lie lay there on his blankets, the
faithful Sinaulti sitting by and -fanning
him with a bunch of gay feathers, life
faded gently into the autumn which was
like the threshold of. the winter of an
nihilation upon which his people stood.
Peacefully ihe oid warrior passed over
into ithe other country, little reeking that
even then the safety of their ground was
being undermined and they driven inch
by inch from the shores which had so
hospitably received the strange r.
Tne date of his death was October 5.
1739. and tin- following account is found
in tho”Gontleman’s Magazine:”
LOYAL TO THE LAST.
“He was sensible to the last minutes;
and when lie was persuaded his death
was near In- showed the greatest magna
nimity and sedateness, and exhorted his
people never to forget the favors lie had
received from the king when in England;
but persevere in their friendship with
the English. He expressed the great
est tenderness for General Oglethorpe,
and seemed to have no concern at dying,
hut it’s being at a Lime when Ijis life
might be useful against the Spaniards.
He desired that iiis body might be bul
led among t.iie English in the town of
Savannah, since it was ho that Jievaii-
ed with the Creek Indians to give the
land and had assisted in founding the
sown.
“The corpse was brought down by wa
ter. The general (Oglethorpe, attend
ed by the magistrates and people of tits
town, met it upon the water’s edge.
The corpse was carried into Persival
square. Tlie pall was supported by tna
general. Colonel Stephens, Colonel Mon-
taigut, Mr. Carteret, Mr. Lemon and
Mr. Maxwell. It was followed by the
Indians and magistrates and people of
the town. There was the respect paid
of firing minute guns from the battery
ad the time durii g the burial and fu
neral, firing with small arms by the
itary who were under arms.
• 'The genen-.i, La.' ordered pyramid
of stone whicn Is dug In this neighbor
hood to be erected over the grave, which,
being in the center of the town, will be
a great ornament to it, as well as testi
mony of gratitude.”
The single stone, the huge granite boul
der in Wright square (what was for
merly Percival), is placed on the spot
supposed to be the burial place of Tomo-
Chi-Chi, and is of design favored by the
great founder himself.
5tory of the Minor Celebrity
A Series of Humorous Stories by
Gelett Burgess and Will Irwin
EN cents," Admeh Drake
muttered to himself as ho
felt the first shock of the
cool breeze on Kearney
street. “What in Jericho
can a man do with a
dime, any way? It won’t
even buy a decent bed; It
•won’t pay the price of a
drink at the Hoffman bar.
Coffee John is tfuH of
prunes!”
He walked up the cheap
side of the street, looking
aimlessly at the shop windows. “I fig
ure out about this way,” he thought.
*‘I ain’t going to earn a million with two
nickels; if I.make a raise, .it’ll be just by
durn luck. So It don't matter how I be
gin, nor what I do at all. J Just got to
go it blind, and trust to striking a trail
that'll lead to water. I’ll take up with
the first Idea I get. and ride ifor it as far
as it goes.”
He turned into Market street at Lot-
ta's Fountain and had drifted a block
northerly when the brilliant letters of
an electric sign across the way caught
his eye; “Biograph Thoaiter. Admittance
ten cents.” The hint was patent and
alluring; there seemed to be no gainsay
ing such a tip from Fate Over he went,
never a thought as to where he would
spend the night without money, and in
two minutes Coffee John’s dime slid
under the window of the little ticket of
fice In front. “Hurry up!” said the man
in the box. “The performance Is just
about to begin.”
As he sat down, the curtain rose and
two comedians entered, to go through a
dreary specialty turn of the coarsest
“knockabout” description.
Admeh was gloomily disappointed. He
turned his head to inspect the audience
more closely, hoping for some livelier
prompting of his destiny, when with a
trill and a one—two—three accompani
ment upon the wheezy piano at the side
of the stage, a little soubrette ran down,
to the footlights, and with a mighty
fetching seriousness, rolling her eyes to
the ceiling, proclaimed: “Ladies and
gentlemen, with your kind permission, 1
will now endeavor to entertain you with
a few tricks of slight-of-hand.”
As she went through her foolish little
performance, audibly coached by some
one in the wings, Admeh’s eyes followed
her with eager interest. He wondered
l-.ow much older she was than she look
ed, and what she would be like oft the
stage. She had a piquant rather than
a pretty face, in form that feline trian
gle depicted by Sir Joshua Reynolds.
In her movements she was as graceful
and as swiftly accurate as a kitten, and
she had all a kitten’s endeavoring and
alluring charm.
Admeh made a sudden resolve. If he
were to meet with an adventure that
night, what could possibly be more eu-
tertaining than to have for his heroine
this little puss of a magician? He made
a rapid study of the situation to dis
cover its possibilities. It took but a
few minutes for his wishes to work out
a plan of action, and he was soon at
the door urbanely addressing the ticket-
taker.
“See here.” said Admeh. “I’m a re
porter on The Wave—you know the pa
per, weekly illustrated—and I want an
interview with Miss Morrow. I’ll give
her a good write up if you’ll let me
go behind and talk to her.”
The Biograph Theater did not often fig
ure in the dramatic columns of the city
papers, and such a free advertisement
was not to be refused. The doorkeeper
became on the instant effusively polite
and, bustling with importance, took tlie
young man down a side aisle to a door
and up three stairs through a passage,
leading behind the wings. Admeli was
shown into a tiny dressing room where
scrawled plaster wails wore half covered
with skirts, waists and properties of ail
kinds. The little magician was in front
of her make-up table, dabbling at the
rouge pot. The doorkeeper introduced
the visitor, then discreetly withdrew,
closing the door after him.
At her discovery by las audacious rep
resentative of the press. Maxie was all
smiles and blushes. She was still but
little more than a girl, although not
quite so young as she had appeared in
. front of the footlights, and more naive
and embarrassed than one would have
expected of such a determined little ac
tress. She offered Admeh her own chair,
the only one In the room, but he seated
himself upon a trunk and began the
conversation.
All his tact was necessary to put her
at ease and induce her to talk. Tlie
Hero of the Pago Bridge was by no
means too ready with his tongue, usually,
ir. the presence of women, but there was
something in the touching admiration she
betrayed for him as a. newspaper man
that prevented him from being bashful.
He thought the’ brotherly attitude to be
the proper pose, under the circumstances,
and he led her on, talking of the thea
ter. the weather, her costume and him
self. while she sat awkwardly conscious
of her violet tights, which she slapped
nervously with a little whip. His .care
less, friendly way at last gave her con
fidence, for he asked her few questions
and did not seem to expect clever re
plies. Before long she had thrown off
all reserve and chatted freely to him.
The BiogTaph Theater kept open, as a
rule, as long as it could secure patron
age. This night stragglers kept coming
In, so that the four “artists” and the
picture machine in the room below still
went thrqugh their weary routine. As
the conversation proceeded Maxie left at
times, went through her act and return
ed, finding Admeh always ready to put
her upon the thread of her story.
So, by bits and snatches, by repetitions
and parenthesis, in an incident here and
a confession there, this is about the way
Admeh Drake heard, that night, in Maxie
Morrow’s dressing room:
“T can’t really remember when I wasn't
acting, and I have no idea who my pa
rents wire, or where I was born, or
when, or anything. I think, though. I
must be about 19 years old. though I
don’t look it. and I Have decided on
tlie ist of Judy for my birthday, because
that’s just the middle of the year and
it enn'v possibly he more than six
months wrong. I used to go in child’s
parts hi London when I couldn’t have
been more than 4.
Then the next thing I remember I was
with a company of Swiss l»fil ringers,
and we traveled all through the English
provinces. 1 used to sing antj dance In
between their turns, and I tell you it
was hard work, practising all day and
dancing all night, almost. We were ail
rearfuly poor, for we weren't very much
of an attraction. I had only one frock
beside my stage costume, and that one
was so patched I was ashamed to go to
the pork shop, even, with it on. I was
a regular little slave to old Max. who
ran the company, and had to help eoo-k
and wash dishes in the lodgings we took
m the little towns.
Well, the business fell off in England,
so we took passage in a sailing ship for
California, around the Horn. That voy
age was the happiest time of my Ute.
for I had nothing to do but practice my
steps one or two hours a diay. when the
sea was calm enough. There was a very
nice old lady aboard who taught me
how to sew and gave me some flannel
to make myself some underwear, for I
had never worn anything but What
showed before and I didn’t even know
that any one else ever did. She taught
me to read, too, and tried to help me
with arithmetic, but, mercy! I never
could get figures into my head.
Well, we got to San Francisco finally
—that was about ten years ago. Bell
ringing didn’t seem to take very well;
it was out of date, or other people did
it better, 'because you know specialty
people have to keep improving their act,
and play on their heads, or while they're
tumbling through the air, or some nov
elty, nowadays, ot it doesn’t go and it’s
hard to get booked. But my act drew
well, and It always saved our turn. I
made up new steps all the time and in
vented pretty costumes, and, of course,
old Max watched me like grim death to
see that I didn’t get away from him.
We traveled all over the west, and all
the time I was a drudge, did most of -
the work and got none of the money.
They used to lock me Into the nouse
when they went out. and old Max’s wife
would give me so much work to do- that
she’ know whether I’d ben idle, a mo
ment. You couldn’t think a girl in a fix
like that had much chance to get mar
ried. would you?
Well, I am married, or rather I was.
I don’t know just how I stand now.
•Let me tell you about it.
There was a man used to hang about
the Star variety theater In Los Angeles-,
who did small parts sometimes, when
alley wanted a policeman in a sketc.i,
or things like that, but he mostly helped
with the . scene-shifters. I never had
more than a few words with him, but
he kind of took a fancy to me and he
used to bring me candy and leave it be
hind the flats where the others wouldn't
see it. 1 don’t believe. now, he ever
cared so very much for me. but I was
silly and had never had any attention,
and 1 thought he was in love with me,
and I imagined 1 was with him. Ho.
tried to make up to Max, but the oid
mart ".von 1-ln i have anything to do with
him.
One day, when all my people were out
and had locked me in the house, with a
lot of dishes to wash, Harry—lus name
was Harry Maidslow—came down the
street and saw me at the kitchen window
1 raised the sash when he came into
the yard, and without waiting for much
talk first, for we were both afraid the
old man would be coming back arid
would catch us, Harry asked me if 1
didn’t want to leave the show, and if 1
wouldn’t run away with him.
1 'believe I told him I’d run away with
an orangoutang if I got the chance. Re
member, I was only seventeen, and 1
nau. never been alone with a man in rhy
life before. In my life—if you call such
slavery as that living! So he told me
not to appear to notice him, but to be
all ready for him and to watch out. and
when I heard a certain whistle he
taught me, wherever I was, to jump
and run for him, and he’d do the rest.
You can imagine if I wasn’t excited
for the next few days! I would have
jumped off the roof to get to him, if
necessary, and I j .st waited from hour
to hour, expecting to hear his call every
minute. I didn’t hardly dare to go to
sleep at night for fear I’d miss him, and
I was listening everywhere for three
days. It seemed impossible that he’d
oe able to get me away; it was too good
to be true. But I had nothing else in
the world to look forward to, and I
hoped and prayed for that whistle with
all my might.
One night at the theater, after my
company had done the first part of their
bell ringing, I went on for my song. I
remember it was that purple silk frock 1
wore, the one with the gold fringe and
red stockings with bows at the knees.
Well, the orchestra had just struck up
air:
“Ain’t I the choese? Ain’t I the cheese?
Dancing the serpentine under the trees, '
and I as just ready to catch the first
note when I heard that whistle, so loud
and clear I couldn't mistake It. Heav
ens! I can almost hear it now. I was
half frightened to death, but 1 just
shut my eyes and jumped clean over the
footlights and landed in the flageolet’s
lap and then pelted right up the middle
aisle. Harry* had a lot of his friends
ready by the main entrance, and they
rushed down to meet me and while half
of them held the ushers and the crowd
back, for every one was getting up to
see what was the matter. like a panic,
the rest of the boys took me by the el
bows and ran me out the front door.
The house was simply packed that night
and when they all saw me jump they set
up a yell like the place was afire. But
1 didn't hear it at all till I got out in
Ihe chrridor with my skirt half torn
off and my dancing clogs gone—and then
the noise sounded like a lion roaring in
a menagerie.
Harry was all ready waiting for me,
and he took me right up in his arms, as
if I was a doll, ran down the stairs,
put me in a carriage waiting at tin-
door and we drove off. lickety-split.
I’ve often thought since then that 1
took a big risk in trusting a man that L
didn’t realty know at all. but Harry was
square, and took me right down to a
justice of the peace. We were carried
just as 1 stood, with no slippers and
holes in the heels of my stockings show
ing. What old Max did I don’t gnow,
but he must have been a picture for the
audience when he saw me fly away IiKu
a bird out of a cage. By the time ue
round out what bad happened it was
too late to do anything about It, for 1
was Mrs. Maidslow.
In the corner sat Ihe mysterious
stranger of the yellow hair and beard.
He was singing sentimentally. Admeh.
i-ractlsed in the lore of intoxication,
watched him. •‘Tfie jag's growing,” he
said to himself. In fact, the fumes of
liquor, heat driven, were mounting stead
ily. Crossing the room, so as to com
mand the stranger’s right side, he saw-
round his upper arm a black rubber
bandage, like those used to confine
varicose vein?. The problem resolved
itself into a question of tearing off that
bandage.
The man of the yellow beard sang
maudlin Orpheum songs and prattled of
many things. He cursed Sun Francisco.
He told of his amours. He offered to
fight or wrestle wltij any one In the
room. ”A chance,” thought Admeh, as
«e took the challenge. But in a moment
more the drunken man was running
again on a love tack, with the winds of
imagination blowing free. Nevertheless,,
this challenge gave Admeh an idea.
What he could not encompass by diplo
macy he might seize upon the issue of a
moment. If he could tear away the
bandage in tlje first dash he would win.
But let the struggle last more than a
moment and others would intei-venc;
then he would be thrown out and the
chance would be gone. Mentally he
measured bodies against the stranger;
man for man he saw that, both being
sober,.he himself was badly overmatched.
Broader and taller by many inches, the
stranger was of thick, knotty limbs.
and deep chest: Admeh himself was all
cowboy nerve and wire, but slight and
out of condition. It was bul] against
coyote.
"The question is.” thought Admeh.
“can I and his jag lick him and lti3
milfeole?"
The stronger, singing again, lurched
along the hot tiling to another room.
Admeh gasped like a hooked trout as
he followed through the door. It was
the extra hot room, where the mercury
registered 160 degrees. The stranger's
bristles began to subside and his lips
crept together. The amateur detective
drew nearer and languid as he was with
the terrific heat, gathered his force for
the attemot. At that moment an at
tendant With trays of ice waer slouched
In on his felt shoes. Admeh slipped hack
mto his chair.
This entrance had a most surprising
effect on him of the yellow beard. Some
emotion, which Admeh took to he cither
fear or anxjiety. struggled to break
through the veil of his debauch; he
stared with bleary hut intent eyes. Tn a
moment he was lurching for the door.
Glad of the relief from that overwhelm
ing heat. Admeh followed. .The trail led
through the anteroom, past the rubbers
•and their benches, through another dou
ble glass door. A rush of steam fogged
his spectacles; when it cleared a little,
he saw dimly through the hot vapor
that ho was in a long, narrow closet,
banked on one side by benches and by
pipes which were vomiting clouds of
steam. Groping from one side to the
other, he found that they were quite
alone.
With no further hesitation. Admeh
rushed on his man and grasped for the
right arm.
By the fraction of an inch he missed
his hold. The stranger, with a quickness
amazing for one In his condition—and
what was more surprising, without a
word—lashed out and caught Adnieh a
blow under the chest which whirled him
hack on the hot benches and fairly
jerked his spectacles from his nose. The
issue was on, and it was first honors for
the stranger. Unsteady on his legs, but
still determined. Admeh closed again.,
ducked under a ponderous blow and
grappled round the waist. He managed
to get one hand on the bandage, but in
no wise could he tear it away, for the
stranger held him in a bear-grip, tight
about the neck. So they struggled and
grunted and swayed through tne misty
clouds from the hot benches to the slip
pery floor and back to the benches again.
Their bodies, what, with the exertion
and the steam,, ran rivulets; their throats
were i»spin£. Once, twice, they stag
gered the room’s length. Admeh was be
ginning to feel his breath and his senses
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