The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-01-10
CONTINUED from syesterday. !

Continued from yesterday.
Redaeld appealed to the ranger.
Ross. you're all sorts Of d reactionary.
What do you say to this2 senator
Bridges IS opposed to all federal inteEs
ference with state forests and state,
game
The forester's eyes lit up. "But are
they state forests and state game?
What makes them sog They are lands
which the whole people purchased and
which the whole people defended"
'Heah, heah!' cheered Enderby.
Bridges bristled with anger and went
OF into a long harangue on state rights
and the dangers of Capitalization, to
which Bnderby replied: .Bosh! The
whole trouble with your bally gov
eminent IS its lack Of cohesion. IL 1
had my way I'd wipe out the senate.
You're such blooming asses over here.
You don't know enough TO keep, a real
" big man in your presidential chair,
This fussing about every four years Is
plain rot. Here's Roosevelt gets in
the midst Of a lot Of the finest kind Of
reforms. you know, and directly you
so and turn him out. Then If you get
a bad man you've to wait four years
ill you can fetch him whack. Why
not arrange 1t so you can pitch your
president out the minute he goes
wrong? / say your old rag Of a con-
stitution is a ball and chain on your
national leg, England is immeasura-
biz better OF SO far as that goes"
Ross turned to Virginia. leaving the
political discussion to so on over his
held. II was back in the old islnnd
a couple ofiyeafs ago, and you've no
idea how small it seemed to me. 1t
surely is right little, tight little
island II couldn't help wondering
whether the men in parliament were
as important as they seemed to think
they were and whether England is not
really an empty shell of empire, u
memory of what 1t. once was. /
couldn't Settle down. there some way.
Twas homesick for the mountains in
q month. But what scared me most
was the pauper population Of the old
place one insevery lthitty.seyen must
'be helped. I came back to the States
Ifglndly. I guess Pm an American !
said to my sisterse Z
STof Lie 'ttginia the talk of "the
curse of denocraey" and "the decay
Of empire" was unexciting, but when
Cavanagh told Of the sheepmen's adj
vance across the dead line on Deer
creek and Of the threats OF the cat
tie owners she was better able to fol-
low the discussion. Bridges was
heartily on the side Of law and order,
for he wished to boom the state Cbeing
a heavy owner IN a town site, but he
objected to RedAeld's ideas Of "bot-
thing upsthe resources Of the state"
"But we're not" retorted Redheld;
"we're merely defending them against
those who would monopolize them.
We believe in their fullest use, but we
see no reason for giving away the re-
sources when the country needs the
revenue"
Mrs. Redheld rose as soon as the cot
fee came on. You gentlemen seem
bent upon discussing matters Of no in.
terest to u.s." she said, 80 we'll leave
you to fight it out alone. I'm sire
you'll all agree with Hugh in the end.
Like General Grant, he's a very OBJ
sttnate man.
No sooner were they seated in the
big living room than Mrs. Enderby be-
gan to relate comical stories Of her
household. Her cats had fits and ran
up the wall. Her dogs were forever
getting quilted by reason Of foolish
attacks upon porcupines, or else they
came home so reminiscent of skunks
that they all but smothered the cook.
Invariably they return from encoun.
ters Of this kind just as we are sitting
at dinner" she explained. "Turther.
more, Enderby's bitches are habltually
getting clogged and OVERLOOKING the
lawn and filing the cellar, and he
stands In terror of his cowboys. When
II think Of all these frruptions and dis
fractions England's order and routine
seem heavenly. But Charley finds all
this amusing, more's the pity, ana
leaves me to set things in order. Most
tudlcrous OF all to me is bis habitual
claim that the ranch is paying. / tell
him there's an error in his bookkeep-
Ing somewhere, but he assures me that
his receipts exceeded his expenditures
last year, which is quite too incredible.
You've no idea how high wages are
and how little we raise"
ooh, yes, / have" laughed Mrs. Red
aeld. "And my cat had a at too. Hugh
says it's the high altitude. / tell him
It's melanehoiia. !"
Cavanagh showed himself. 1T hear
% much laughter I'm coming in. We're
III so insuRerably political ont here,
and, besides, came to see the ladies',
and can stay only a few minutes
longer"
you're not going back tonirht9,, ex-