El Paso Morning Times (El Paso, Tex.), Vol. 31, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 19, 1911 Page: 21 of 24
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MORRISON
T H E LAND MAN
Irrigated Valley Farms
Wf SPECIALTYi
V
Is destined to soon become the
8th WONDER OF THE WORLD
% as a producer,
^ ; from an agricultural standpoint.
I have what you want in almost any location in
this wonderful valley, in tracts of 5 to 1000 acres,
either raw or cultivated land.
And all signed up under the
ELEPHANT BUTTE DAM PROJECT
now under construction by the
. UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT
•' If you ar£ in the market for a
HOME OR INVESTMENT
x that is as sound as the
ROCK OF GIBRALTAR
don’t fail to come to the Rio Grande Valley
to invest. If
MAKING YOUR MONEY REACH
the farthest is your object, BE SURE and see MOR-
RISON, THE LAND MAN, before buying.
510 MILLS BLDG.
Bell Phone 4190 Ell Paso, Texas
NOW GOVERNOR OF SANTA CLARAS
i
(By Ojlva Ennis Hite.)
\ Dun Francisco Naranjo, ex-gover-
or of Santa Clara pueblo, an Indian
|lage on the upper IUo Grande of
bw Mexico. Is a "gentleman of the
A school.” For many, many years
has been one of the head men of
tribe; a wise lawgiver, a dignified
Bg6 and a loyal citizen of his pueblo.
is the exponent of a type fast
appearing in the New Mexican in-
communities, before the "civiliz-
process that has been going on
years. When but a lad — while
bearing his family name—he was
ed by a longheaded "papa" in the
ping of Don Pedro Delgado of
bta Fe, a rich merchant in the
i, whose long wagon trains creak-
ier the old trail a long time be-
__f the Santa Fe banded tt with rlb-
ons of steel. From the City of Holy
_UKh to Kansas City, Leavenwofth
the little brown boy tramped the
treary miles times unnumbered. On
the desert he learned the ways of the
®«ticun; in the cities of the "gringo”
Tietrned some other things—not all
L 1, nor wholly bad. as his exemp-
Iif*, gives witness. When grown
—iitnan's estate the pueblo called
iim, and among its dusky maidens he
lllid a mate. The establishing of a
among his people, taking his
, In the estufa and speaking as
^eeds *of the village moved him
K>n became a leader and a leader
jas continued to be through al-
» a half century- "Before the rail-
income" pueblo government and
justice were administered
according to the views of the
themselves; with changed
as and new ideas creeping In.
of the governor became no
Schisms developed, dlseen-
and the juntas in the es-
E|egenerated Into unseemly
■^Governor • Naranjo guided
foreswore pueblo politics, and anoth-
er CincinnatuH, retired to his fields
and flocks. As the years passed on,
the people realized more and more
that they had lost “a wise one” and
more and more his neighbors sought
his assistance to unsnarl the tangles
of "progressive government." And
Naranjo would sit down on his plow
handle, or leave his flock to his small
pastores and, by some subtle argu-
ment, sympathetic advice, or stern
upbraiding, straighten ou*t the snarl.
So, when I made the acquaintance
of the ex-governor and his family,
he was a retired magnate and the
most Influential citizen of the village.
And this first acquaintance was • my
introduction to a genuine pueblo gen-
tleman of the old school.
It was In the matchless town of
Santa Fe; In the perfect month of
July, and the “rainy season” was on.
There were days of divine sunshine
splashed with glorious showers, fierce
lightnings and thunders that shook
the very dome of heaven and other
days when the sapphire .bowl that
cupped the frame of hills around the
winding Rio Santa Fe was so cloud-
less and radiant that the face of all
the smiling gods sefemed to shine
out of the luminous depths. Santa Fe
Is always alluring, entrancing, but
never quite eo exquisitely beautiful
as when the rain clouds come and go
and the blue arch of heaven bends
over It In the mystical "rainy sea-
son." Corpus Christ! in early July
was celebrated by the church in the
usual pathetically solemn way; fiestas
were obserevd in neighboring “pla-
citas" and the pueblos of Tesuque and
Santo Domingo had given their an-
nual patron-saint dances. So, when
the twelfth of August was drawing
nigh, and the rains grew' to be a dally
event, I found that nobody eared to
_____JP _ _______ _ go to the little Indian pueblo of
hand and good judgment I Santa Clara ojn the upper Rio Grande,
fell among the councilors, I And T. I was/drawn to that one fiesta
igned his staff of office, (as I had newer, before, been drawn
to any. August 12 was the anniver-
sary of a great tragedy 111 my life
over thirty years before, and I bad
been told that a remnant of the
fierce Apaches—who had brought me
my sorrow in the old days—came
down to tho peaceful village and were
a menace and a danger. But %uita
Clara drew me.
One or tho sapphire July days when
I was sitting on the portals of Dona
Candelaria's home thinking of the
days when old Fort Marey, across tho
way, ■ was alive with bugle calls, men
and martial music, and how the glory
there had departed forever, a com-
fortable farm wagon, drawn by two
fat sleek “state horses” and filled
with all the colors of a rainbow bob-
bing around In a funny Irresponsible
way, came over the rise In front of
the federal building. A dignified,
well set-up Indian held the lines over
the horses and by his side a white,
lace-trimmed parasol was hold over a
shafwl-draped woman. As the wagon
came nearer the rainbow developed
into a half dozen little girls with the
laughlingest, blackest eyes, shining
white teeth and round dimpled faces
It was Don Francisco Naranjo and a
part of his family, bring me one of
the lovely black ollas— for which the
village is famed and invited me to the
feast of Santa Clara. Down in the
plaza, Severiano Naranjo—in his half
holiday from the government school
—had heard some one say there was
"a writer lady” at the house of Sen-
ora Candalarla Gallegos, who desired
greatly to see the fiesta. Straight
way went young Severiano to hlR
“papa," told him of the stranger and
i then climbed into the wagon to assist
at the call and make any explana-
tions, should the benighted Gringo
lady not be able to grasp the situa-
tion.
A most delightful hour passed, in
which I learned how delicate a cour
tesy could be conveyed without a
suggestion of obligation accompany-
ing it. The Mexican will offer you
his house. "In esaa es suya Senora,”
but there is in the proffered hospital-
ity a shadow of a suggestion that you
are especially honored; Don Francis-
co's bidding to the coming feast had
none of that; enough for him. and
his quiet little wife, Catalina, that a
stranger wished to witness their
patron-saint dance. I understand that
I was to be an inmate of their home;
much was my surprise when Sever-
iano came in from Ihe school, a few
/ ft
days later and made me a visit, dur-
ing which he told me with a solemn-
ity that made of the telling a cere-
mony, that his "papa” and his broth-
er Deslderio. were very busy putting
up a cash for me. It about took my
breath and l said so. "Oh, no, U was
nothing.” and the papa and the
mama would soon be coming to Santa
Fe to buy the furnishings! And it
happened Just that way. Could mor-
tal man show a finer hospitality than
that? On the morning of the 11th
Severiano, replendent In fine rai-
ment presented himself at Dona Can-
delaria's to act as my knight for the
ensuing three days. The train that
puffed Itself hoarse as it climbed the
rocky sides of the canyons that led
to the green valleys of San Juan, San-
ta Clara and Espanola. finally losing
Itself somewhere In the stretches of
the Great river wandered off Into
Colorado,* 1 * 111 stopped among the sage
brush long enough to let us out. It
was but a few hundred yards to the
outskirts of the pueblo, but 1 gasped
again when Severiano pointed to a
newly built adobe on the very fringe
of the outermost garden of the settle-
ment and proudly announced "Those
are yobr house.” He did not ofter to
show me my new house, that was to
be the pleasant duty of his father
and mother.
It waa midday when W'O stepped In-
to the green-branched lnclosure that
fronted the low, brown adobe of the
Naranjos. Smiling Catalina met me
at the door of a long room the walls
of which were hung with well-execut-
ed engravings and lithographs, all of
them religious In their nature and all
in good taste. Two tables, the length
of the sala .were spread with snowy
cloth and laid with silver, glass and
china, all of excellent quality and
shining bright. A tiny door—or ob-
long hole—led Into another chamber,
from which came forth most savory
smells. But the diminutive hostess
took my hand and led me through
another opening into a spacious apart-
ment, the walls freshly washed with
gypsum and the Immaculate floor
covered with Navajo blankets and
skins tanned more beautifully than
any I had ever seen; later, during my
stay in the pueblo I learned that my
host was famed throughout the ter-
ritory as a wonderflil curer of all
sorts of hides. The heavy beams over-
head shone with a soft yellow splen-
dor like old, old Ivory, and the two
fat Inviting beds separated by a pretty
writing desk were as luxurious
one would find in any Kentucky farm-
house. In this room the ex-governor
afterwards graciously stood for a pic-
ture. which does not do him justice
but which gives an Idea of the man’s
dignity and benevolent countenance.
In onle corner was a washstand,
matching the carved bedstead, and on
It a tolet set of English ware. Here,
Catalina handed my towels, poured
water, smiled and wept through a de-
licious pantnmine, which I interpreted
to mean, “Freshen up and come to
dinner,” and with u thoughtfulness
that some Americans might emulate,
noiselessly disappeared Into the din-
ing-hall where many guttural sounds
bespoke the arrival of visiting tribes.
When I went out a strange sight
greeted me. The doorway leading
Into the placlta was crowded with
Apaches. The dreaded annual visi-
tation had begun. Don Francisco
stood just within the entrance and I
gravely welcomed each rascallj
“brave" as he put out a dirty hand
nnd said “How." "Got wheosky?” To
the latter question Naranjo shook his
head good-naturedly and invited his
unbidden guests to one of the1 tublcs
now filled with great platters of mut-
ton pig and goat. Ponderous bowls
held beans, chill, squash and every
other vegetable and fruit of the sea-
son, then at its best. I. too, was
hungry, und I wns wondering how my
host would so arrange my sitting at
meat as not to offend his wild guests
nor place me near them. He knew
nothing of my life, nor that a Jlca-
rllla Apache meant anything more to
me than a greasy, loud smelling "ward
of the nation,” but 1 think he read
something in my eyes that was almosl
terror, for he stepped to the kitchen
and In a moment came back with his
wife at his heels. She paid no atten-
tion to the noisy crowd at the table,"
nor they to her. Again taking my
hand she passed Into the room 1 had
just left. This time she quietly clos-
ed the door and ran out leaving me
to study the situation as best I might.
Evidently things had not worked as
they were expected to and host arid
hostess were plainly distressed. I
found out later the trouble—the
Apaches were expected, they always
were. They were generally drunk
and trouble, makers, but they had al-
ways, before, camped at Espanola on
the eleventh, where they would beg,
or steal, enough liquor to lust them
over the day of the feast. un tho
morning of the twelfth they were
always looked for—not with rapture
—and treated with consideration, both
because they were the guests of the
pueblo and because 'they were Apa-
ches. This year they found the stores
at Espanola closed against them and
government police on guard. Some-
where, however, they had gotten
enough liquor to make them anxious
to reach Santa Clara, In the hope that
they would find fewer police and
enough renegade Indians of the pueb-
lo or from the plains who had been
more fortunate. Hence the descent
upon Francisco was not looked for.
While 1 was wondering what would
happen, and half wishing 1 had stay-
ed In Santa Fe, the outer door was
opened by one of the rainbows—I had
seen none of them as yet—and fol-
lowing her came Ihe "papa," tb-
"mama’' and some more of the rain-
bows, each bearing a smoking dish
which she solemnly placed on a little
parlor table over which was thrown a
strip of fine Ijneh. In a few words
the ex-governor made apology for thi
affront put upon me and said it would
not happen again. Once the tribal
rite hospitality was observed he was
under no further obligation to enter-
tain the gang that was that very mo-
ment yelling for “tata” to bring
"wheosky.” Not obtaining any they
gorged themselves with food, leaving
the table only when every plate was
licked, literally, clean. In explanation
I will say I had eaten my young chlek-
en and rtee, had recovered Horn my
terror, and ventured Into the saia
grande where I was completely Ignor-
ed and where T watched the creatures
feed, speculating whether they were
an improvement over their fore fath-
ers and mothers whom I had often
seen tearing the warm meat from the
fresh killed carcasses and bolting It
raw. 1 saw ho Improvement.
In the afternoon the rainbows Do-
llta, Dupfta. Josephlta and some oth-
ers, took me visiting. We made, pre-
sumably, calls of ceremony, but they
were silent ones, only so far as smiles
and low speech to eaeh other might
mean welcome. The men would talk
to me In hesitating Spanish, but the
women and children simply would not
utter a word, although they cool'd
speak, the language well, and showed
by their bright eyes gay laughter and
general friendliness that they under-
stood me—and my Spanish was not
above reproach either. Evening drew
nigh. I sat dowm to a bountiful sup-
per with the family. Just as I might
have done In any well-ordered house-
hold In the "states" and Don Francis-
co told me something of the Apaches
Studebaker E-M-F Thirty
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ijjfcir
Better this year than ever. These two cars are going to make Automobile
history. Don’t buy any car until you see them. We won t boast of what they
are, they are going to surprise everybody. Just remember that Studebaker Rep-
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E-M-F Flanders Sales Co.
315 Texas Street
Auto Phone 1330.
Bell Phone 907.
■K '
Office 420 Roberts-Ban-
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Studebaker’s Famous E-M-F ‘Thirties” and Flanders “Twenties”
Are now en route, and will arrive in El Paso about Saturday
This year the ‘‘Thirty’’ is in a class to itself. Longer wheelbase, large 18-inch
steering wheel with throttle on top of wheel, double drop frame, more beautiful
in design and appearance, and the equipment is all you could ask for. The
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You will do the rest.
Two car loads will arrive about Saturday; some may be sold, all may be
sold by then. So, if you are interested we will be glad to have you call or phone
and we will call and see you.
E-M-F FLANDERS SALES CO.
Garage, Bell 907; Auto 1330.
Office Phono, Bell 1170.
31B Texas Street.
who so fearfully harried them In the
old days and wore such a nuisance In
later years. And I told him of the
young soldier who with a handful of
men was [placed In charge *>f the tribe,
how trouble arose und how he was
found one day, dying by the roadside,
and Pedro, the son of the great war
chief, "Old Kanlache,” flying to the In-
accessible canons of the mountains. * 1
fear them now," 1 said, "as much as
1 did when they left me alone In the
world with my baby boy.” "You need
have no fear in Santa Clara,” Naran-
jo proudly said; “none of the boys
who are here dare mo more than fight
among themselves* or with some of
our young men who get liquor from
some of the Americans who hide It
out in the canon and run the risk of
being caught 'bootlegging.' "
As yet not a word bad been said
about my new1 easa and I began to
think 1 was to sink to rest In the
depths of one of tin* fat beds In the
"best room." But at 9 o'clock my
host went Into the mysterious hole
in the wall and soon returned with a
lantern and candle. Catalina picked
up the coni oil lamp, an Imposing af-
fair of colored glass globe and highly
polished brass; !.elite and Capita
gathered up various other Impedi-
menta. Including my small stilt ease
and all, one following another with a
gravity that made me want to shriek
with Impolite laughter, sallied forth
Into the night. I knew that 1 was
In for it, Apaches and all. From
the vega.* that stretched toward the
river and my resting place came fierce
whoops and sinister cries. It was
not fur to the new adobe and when
Francisco opened the door, while the
wife and children awaited my en-
trance I realized that some beautiful
ceremonial was silently being enacted
And it was so. A friend, a stranger,
and an American, was to' bn their
guest in th< little home to which their
oldest son was t*. bring his bride In
the autumn. F* r tills omen of good
luck they had hurra d to complete the
two prettllv furnished rooms Into
which I was usher >1. Taking my
hands in his Francisco gently said'
"God guard vou and my little ones
this night. Have no fear. 1 would
not place you and my children here
did I not know all Is safe. Good
night."
Catalina patted my hands and
shoulders in the most reassuring way
and the small daughters set about ar-
ranging their personal belongings,
while the mother opened my bag and
and busied herself much as any oth-
er hostess might do for the comfort
of a visitor I was to lie on a hand-
some brass bed. the rainbows on
blankets and skins on the floor They
slept, 1 did not. All through that
nlghl' 1 sat by the window and watch
ed the camp fires of the Apaches;
listened to their voices as they rose
and fell and finally died away. When
they were quietest I was most fright-
ened, for in the gray of dawn was
when we. in the old days knew dan-
ger and torture and death crept slow-
ly over the ground. With the first,
bright light of dawn, worn and ach-
ing ill every bon*1, 1 cuddled up under
the blankets and went sound asleep,
while the happy hltle girls awoke,
rtptoed out of doors, never knowing
I had stood guard all night. Early
111 the morning my enemies came rid-
ing by at full gallop, filling the air
'with noise and stench, but my fears
were gone. I went to a dainty break-
fast— served in the state room—and
then placed myself under the guid-
ance of the * hiidren. By this time I
understood that neither my host nor
hostess would leave the house until
sunset that evening. Hospitality de-
manded that the tables be spread,
the range fires be burning and eaeh
dish replenished us the hungry guests
filed ip and nut. There was no feast
day for Santa damns; it was hard
work and self-denial, and many a
poor family hud scant faro for months
after the dance was hut a memory in
the heedless, ravenous hundred w'ho
were fed from door to door. During
the day the Apaehes again swarmed
Into Francisco’s dining- hall and im-
prudently* ordered "wheeaky." Again
he pleasantly said “No." One young,
greasy buck with naked thigh and
bare arms, gee string, army coat and
fashionable little straw hat, gay with
a red. white and blue ribbon, threat-
eningly attempted to pull a gun from
some part of his sweating body. Then
something happened so quickly tha;
my head fairly spun. Don Francisco
said not a word nor did he lay his
hand on the burly ruffian, hut he
slowly walked toward the door and
before he was half way across the
space that divided them the Apache
was out through the patio, on his
horse and over the meadows toward
his reservation. The remaining braves
gutteraled and tittered and that was
the last of Apache Insolence. It was
a meek and < hastened bevy of braves
who accepted Francisco’s invitation to
sit at meat again. Hungry as ever,
apparently, they observed a. decoram
in marked contrast to their warlike
antics on the day before.
While they were eating a curious
thing happened. Several women of
the tribe appeared at the door. Fran-
cisco invited them in and pointed to
the unoccupied table for them to si’
and he waited upon. Suddenly one
of the noisiest of the young men
th/ew his arm upward covering his
eyes and rising from the table, rush-
ed frantically from the room. At the
same moment one of the women gave
a low cry of dismay and bolted for the
kitchen. "What on earth is the mat-
ter?” I asked Francisco, ills broad,
honest face was a study. He hesi-
tated for a moment and then said In
a whisper: "That man pretty near
saw his mother-in-law and she must
have gotten a glimpse of him as he
shot out of the door. "Mala suerte!
mala suerte!" About the worst luck
that can come to a family Is to have
a son-in-law and his wife’s mother
meet face to face. Not the Apaches
alone have this superstition; the Na-
vajos, also, fear the evil eye of the
woman, while she, poor soul, is ter-
rified lest she bring disaster upon her
daughter's family. The Santa Clara
dances—as is the case in ail the pueb-
los—have deteriorated In charade)
since the days when the "gringos"
were few in the land; they are tainted
with commercialism and terminate
in drunken orgies, unless the govern-
ment police are vigilant. At this one
the pueblo was well looked after and
the young men and maidens made a
pretty picture as they wove a fantas-
tic pattern hack and forth over the
burning sands of the plaza. No photo-
graph that I have seen gives an ade-
quate Idea of the grace of their slow
stepping to the rhythm of the Indian
drum nor the beauty of the dancers.
A few years more and the pueblo will
have ceased to embody any tribal
mystery In his public ceremonials
but he will, probably, continue to
paint his body and caper around the
plaza so long as the American and
his money are In evidence. Men
such as Naranjo are quietly working
upon the young men in a hope that
tho old-time religious obligations will
he observed; whether they will suc-
ceed, qulen sabe?
t
THE PRICE OF TEA
PROBABLY ADVANCK
.tmorlat-tl Press JHnimtch.
Washington, Oct. IS.—Tea drinkers,
especially those who prefer the Chinese,
may soon find Ilia price of their luxury
i advancing In the wake of coffee and su-
| gar as a result of the treasury depart-
J meat's strict ruling against Importations
of teas artificially colored.
The order already has resulted in turn-
i lag from our ports several hundred thou-
sand pounds of China tea.
Teas from Formosa, Japan and Ceylon
may not be affected, as those govern-
ments are co-operating with the United
Slates to stop the traffic in artificially
colored tea.
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