The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-07-04

His earlier years were spent In tho tur
mofl Of frontier life in Arizona, where h'
later deputy United States marshal a
Tucson. Hs efforts in enforcing the Chi
nese exclusion act on the Mexican DOT
der have been highly commended BY tn,
Washington authorities, and recognized
by the High binders who placed pr1c'
OF $4,000 on his head. which stands today
or late years he has held n highly re-
sponsibIe position with one of tho larges
bank protective associations in the United
States, and as superintendent OF It's &C.
crot service has established an envisblt
burglars. These stories are confined tc
his earlier experiences in tho west. thC
scenes OF which are laid in Arizona anc
New Mexico near the Mexican border
The Last Frontier. which until recent
years was Wild and lawless. and where
the typical bad man. OF pioneer days
made his last Btand.)
"What did you think Of the speech
that eastern chap made last nights
asked Harry Enmes.
He reached for fresh cigar out OF
table as he spoke, and 1 initiated his
example before replying. We were
sitting in the little Office at Tucson
that I occupied by virtue of my ap'
pointment as marshal in the service
Of Uncle Sam, and the sultry heat Of
a June afternoon in Arizona lay heav-
lily upon the land.
On the previous night we had both
been present at an entertainment OF q
social hind that was somewhat uuus-
ual in Tucson, inasmuch as one Of the
principal. features he'd been the ad
dress delivered by q lecturer from Bos-
ton, who had seen fit to dwell upon
the evils OF intemperhnce and indulge
in hearty denunciation OF King Bar
leycorn and his followers.
"It WASH It bad talk, :" responded,
finally. "but I imagine he went above
the heads of his audience somewhat
by dropping into poetry Now, wnlle
YOU and 7 could perhaps appreciate
what he said there must have been a
large number of folks present who con
sidered his poetical spoutlng as pure
rot. The great trouble with most. OF
these eastern folks lies In the fact
that thew do not seem to be able TO
sdant their lines of argument TO con
ditions as they exist today in the far
west, and their popularity suffers IN
consequence.
"Maybe you're right returned
Eames, "but ] IN not thinking about
the other folks a college education
hasn't done much for me in one sense,
but all the same [ was glad to hear
that chap talk last night. He quoted
a couple of lines from Tennyson that
made me think some [ tell you. DO
YOU remember when he said
'' A man may rise on stepping stones
OF his dead self TO higher things
| nodded assent and Eames CON
tinucd: "Well. Reno, he told the truth
there Years ago, when l was young
fellow, there Mt more worthless
cur stranded in the west than yours
truly. m not saying that IN so
much now, but the Lord knows I'm
prince compared to what l used TO be.
And it's all owing to one man that
TO listen, 7 II tell you all about it,
T was surprised to hear Eames talk
in this manner, AS n general thing
he maintained O. strict reserve con
cernng his past life-a by no means
uncommon thing in Arizona, where the
hotsam and jetsam of the great North
American continent drlfted, bringing
together vast numbers of men VINO
were starting afresh IN life, and natu-
rally resented any reference 10 the
wears of unavailing effort or mistakes
that they had left behind. There was
no man among the rude border folk
that stood higher III the estimation OF
his contemporaries than did Eames.
His reputation as clean shot fear
less fighter and a sober, industrious
citizen was uneXcellcd in a country
where those qualities were bound TO
bring a man 10 the front During two
Terms as sheriff in one of the toughest
counties in tue territory, he had made
his name veritabe terror TO wrong
,loers. and 7 myself had had occasion
10 appreciate his value as deputy
at a time when both our lives hung
upon the pressure of has trigger finger.
Consequently it was with feelings Of
more than ordinary interest that [
leaned back in my chair and motloned
TO my companion to go ahead. In sub
stance the tale that he narrated ran
as follows.
not q single cloud showed itself in the
expanse of blue sky, train was pass
ing, at the moderate speed bctittIng
severe grades, over a little narrow
gauge road and literally climbing into
the 1ecesses OF the Sierra Madre. 1t
had elided over the plains at the base
Of the mountains, threaded its way
among the foothills, traversed some
deep canyons and clung TO narrow
shelves cut on the side Of the rocky
barrier. Some of the passengers in the
chair car to whom the journey was no
novelty, were reading or doing; others,
taking it for the first time, gazed de-
lightcdly at the cver-changing scenes
before their eyes. Then the sun sank
behind the great range, the darkness
came on apace, and pretty Iris Eames
turned from the window and looked at
her father, who sat on the opposite side
of the car in conversation with tel.
low traveller This latter individual
had fiery red hair and a cropped mus
tache; his costume consisted OF n gray
flannel shirt, somewhat the worse for
wear. and trousers of dubious hue, and
he was innocent of any ambition i'll tho
direction of white linen, Mr.. Games
was n man of good sense and intelli-
gence. whose vacations were few, and
he had started on his Western trip
with the ayowcd intention of making
the most OF his time in the study Of
the now phases of human nature which
he was likely to encounter. AS his
eyes met his daughters he leaned to-
wards her with smile.
.'Mv DEAR he said, ~ want to
present fellow passenger, the mayor
of Wolf City, the place where our
days journey viii end, and which [
learn from him to be an important