The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-01-07
BY HAMIIN GARLAND

llkat SCI ErleUS magic aE1npffs he-Ea1di
It was the kind otthlng tie 1aouhted
police Of Canada had been caHad upon
to do many q time; and went IN and
gotsp1y men, That ended the war,
so far as violent measures #spts and
1t really ended the sovereignty Of the
cattleman, The power of the 'nester'
has steadily increased from that mo.
ment.
But my father what became Of
him? They took him away to.the east,
and that Is all l ever knew. What do
you think became OF. himYA
II could never make up my mind.
An sorts of ramors come to US CON
corning him. AS a matter of fact, the
state authorities sYmpathized with the
cattle barons, and my own opinion is
that youf father was permitted to es.
cape: He was afterward seen in Tex
Us, and later IT was reported that lie
had been killed there 49,
The etri sat sun, listening to tte tire:
less wliir of the inachint and looking
out at the putpiing range with tear
mist eyes. At last she said, II shall
never think OF my father MS a bad man
=-he was always so gentle 10 messF
You need not condemn him; my
dear young lady. The people OF the
Forks-soma of them. at ieastuton.
slider him a traitor and regard you as
the daughter Of renegade, but what
does 1t matter? Each year sees the
old west diminish, and already. in the
work Of the forest service, Law and or,
der advance. Notwithstanding oil the
shouting of herders and the beating
to death of sheep. no hostile. shot has
ever been fred within tile bounds Of a
national forest. In the work Of the
forest rangers lies the hope Of ultimate
peace and order over all the public
lands.
The girl fell silent again, her mind
filed with larger conceptions of life
than her judgment hal hitherto been
called upon to meet. SHE knew that
Redfeld was right. and yet that world
OF the past-the world Of the swift
herdsman aud his trampling, long
horned, half Wild tire-stili appealed
to her Imagination The west of her
girlhood seemed heroic in memory.
Even the quiet account Of It to which
she had just listened could not conceal
Its epic largeness Of. movement. The
part which troubled her most was her
fathers treachery to his neighbors.
That he should fight that he should
kill men In honorable warfare, she
could understand, but not his recrean-
cy, his desertion Of her mother and
herself.
She came back t0'dweil at last on
'tAeHaetion Of that slim ,yohng soldier
who had calmly ridden through the
Infatuated mob. She remembered that
she had thrilled even then at the
vague and impersonal power which he
represented. To her childish mind he
seemed to bear a charm, like the he
roes Of her story books-something
Which made him inEuInerable.
After long pause Redfeld spoke
again. "The memory of your father
will make life for a time bit hard
for You {, in Roaring, Fork. Perhaps
your mothers advice is sound. Why
not come to Sulphur City, which is
almost entirely of,the new spirtt3y
"hI can get my smother, to come,
too, will be glad to do so, for hate
the Fork. But | will not leave her
there, sick and alone"
much depends upon the doctors
examination tomorrow"
They had topped the divide now be.
tween the Fork and Sulphur creek
basin, and the green fields, the alfalfa
meadows and the painted farrnhouses
thickened baneath then5s Strange how
significant all these signs were now!
A few days ago they had appeared
doubtful improvements; now they rep.
resented the oncoming dominion Of the
east. They meant cleanliness and de-
cent speech. good bread and sweet
butter.
Redfeld swept through the town,
then turned up the stream directly to.
ward the high wall of the range, which
was ragged and abrupt at this point.
They passed several charming farm
houses, and the western sky grew ever
more glorious with its plum color and
saffron, and the range reasserted its
mastery over the girl. At last they
came to the very jaws of tue canyon,
and there, in a deep natural grove of
lofty cottonwood trees, Reddeld passed
before a high rustic gag which mark !