The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-02-15

west. SO must the hate and violence
die out of America" he said. "leaving
the clear, sweet air of liberty behind"
He was near to the poet at the mo
ment. for be was also the lover. His
allegiance TO the great republic stood
the test. His faith in democracy was
shaken, but not destroyed. II will
watt" he decided This shall he the
sign. If this deed goes unavenged
then will put of my badge and my
uniform and go back TO the land where
for a hundred years at least such
deeds as these have been impossible"
He built a fire as night fell to serve
both as a beacon and as a defense
against the cold. He felt himself
weirdly remote in this vigil From
his far height he looked abroad upon
the tumbled plain as If upon an ocean
dimly perceptible. yet august. AT this
moment he said. curious and per-
haps guilty eyes are wondering what
my spark Of freight may mean"
His mind went again and again to
that tall old man In the ditch. What
was the meaning of his scared and
sorrowful glance? Why should one
SO peacefully employed at such time
and in such place wear the look of
hunted deer? What meant the ire
NOR in his voice?
Was 1t possible that one so gentle
should have taken part in this deed?
"Preposterous suspicion. and yet he
had guilty look"
At last. fer in the night. he heard
the snort of q horse and the sound of
voices. The law tsuch as 1t was, was
creeping up the mountain side In the
person Of the sheriff of Chauvenet
county and was about to relieve the
ranger from his painful responsibility
as guardian Of the dead.
At last he came. this officer of the
law. attended like Cheyenne chief
by a dozen lesser warriors of various
conditions and kinds. but among them
indeed. second only to the sheriff
was Hugh Redfeld, the forest super
visor, hot and eager with haste.
As they rode up to the fire the officer
called out: "Howdy, ranger? How
about it?"
Ross stated briefly. succinctly. what
he had discovered. and as be talked
other riders came up the hill and gath
cred closely around to listen in word
less silence-in guilty silence. the
ranger could not help believing.
RedfieId spoke. Sheriff Van Horne.
you and have been running cattle in
this country for nearly thirty years.
and we've witnessed all kinds of shoot
ing and several kinds of banging, but
when it comes to chopping and burn
ing men l get off. l shall personally
offer reward of $1,000 for the APP
prehension of these miscreants. and
hope you'll make it your solemn duty
to hunt them to earth"
You won't have far to co." remark
ed Ross significantly.
sheriff.
II mean this slaughter. like the 9th
ers that have taken place, was the
work of cattlemen who claim this
range. Their names are known to us
ALL"
A silence followed-so deep silence
that the ranger was convinced of the
fact that in the circle of his listeners
stood those who. If they had not
shared In the slaughter. at least knew
the names OF the guilty men.
At last the sheriff spoke. this time
with sigh. 81 hope you're air wrong.
Cavanagh. I'd hate to think any con-
stituent Of mine had sanctioned this
job. Give me that lantern. Curtis"
The group of ranchers dismounted
and followed the sheriff over to the
grewsome spot. but Redfield stayed
with the ranger.
''Have you any suspicion. Ross?''
''No. hardly a suspicion. However.
you know as well as that this was
NOT sudden outbreak. This deed was
planned. 1t represents the feeling Of
many cattlemen-in everything but the
extra horror Of it's execution. That
was the work Of drunken. Infatuated
men. But l am more deeply concern
ed over Miss Wetherford's distress
Did she reach you by telephone to-
night?'
mo What's the trouble?"
'Her mother is down again. tele-
phoned her. and she asked me to come
to her. but cannot go. for l have a
case Of smallpox up on the hill. Am
bro. the Basque herder. is down with
it. and another herder is up there alone
with him. ! must go back to them.
But meanwhile l wish you would go to
the Fork and see what you can do for
her."
His voice, filled with emotion. touch
ed Redfeld. and be said. Cant go to
the relief Of the herder?'
mo; you must not think Of 1t. You
are man with a family. But IL you
can find any one who has had the
smallpox send him up. The old herder
who is nursing the patient is not strong
and may drop at any moment. Then
it's up to me-"
The men came back to the campfire
conversing in low tones. some Of them
cursing in tones Of awe. One or two
of them were small farmers from Deer
Greek. recent Corners to the state. OF
men with punches of milk cows. and
| to them this deed was awesome.
The sheriff followed. saying: well.
there's nothing to do but wait till
| morning. The rest Of YOU men better
go home. You can't be Of any use
| here"
For more than three hours the sher-
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