Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-01-20
Cdyandgh. IS Forest = RANGER
By HAMLlN GARLAND
Copyright. 1910. BY Ha,a!ia Garland

lambs frec-I going to put every dol
lar I've got into sheep"
"You're going to get thrown OF nj.
together one OF these days" said the
young man on the back seat.
Thereupon violent discussion arose
over the question OF the right OF
sheepman to claim first grass for his
docks. and Gregg boosted that he cared
nothing for 1.-The dead line" "They've
tried to run ME out of Deer Creek, but
I'm there to stay. I have 10000 more
on the way. and the man that tries to
stop me will find trouble"
The car was descending into the val
ley Of the Roaring Fork now and wire
fences and alfalfa fields on either side
gave further evidence Of the change in
the lands dominion Down past the
courthouse. refurbished and deeper
sunk in trees. Lee Virginia rode, re-
calling the wild night when 800 armed
and venseful cowboys surrounded 1t,
holding three cattle barons and their
hired invaders against all corners. res
olute to be their own judge. jury and
hangman. 1t was all as peaceful as a
Sunday afternoon at this moment.
with no sign Of the fierce passions Of
the past.
The car crossed the Roaring Fork
and drew up before two small shacks,
one Of which bore faded sign, 1.-THE
Wetherford House." and the other In
fresher paint. 1.-THE Wetherford Cafe"
On the sidewalk a group Of Indians
were sitting, and half dozen SLOUGH
ing white men stood waiting ut tho
door,
AS Lee went past the hotel porch
her heart beat hard and her breath
shortened. In n flash she OWNED the
truth. She understood why her moth
er had discouraged her coming home.
1t was not merely on account Of the
money. It was because she knew that
her business was wrong.
What squalid little den it was!
How cheap. bald and petty the whole
town seemed of a sudden! Lee vir-
ginia halted and turned. There was
only one thing to be done. and that
was to make herself known She re-
traced her steps, pulled open the bro
ken screen door and entered the cafe.
1t was q low, dingy dining room filed
with the odor of ham and bad coffee.
At the tables ten or fifteen men, a mot
ley throng, were busily feeding their
voracious jaws, and on her left, behind
q showcase filed with cigars. stood
her mother, looking old. unkempt and
worried. The Changes in her were 80
great that stht girl stood In shocked
alarm. At last she raised her veil.
, Mother" she said, don't you know
me?"
A look Of surprise went over the
older woman's habby face-a glow
which brought back something Of her
other self, as she cried, "Why. Lee
Virginny, where did you come from?'
The boarders stopped chewing and
stared in absorbed interest, while Viz
ginia kissed her blowsy mother.
by the Lord, it's little virginny"
said one old fellow. Its her daugh-
ter"
Upon this mutter Of establishment
arose, and the waiter girls, giggling.
marveling and envious. paused. their
platters in hand, to exchange comment
on the newcomers hat and gown. A
cowboy at the washing sink In the
corner suspended his face polishing
and gaped over his shoulder in silent
ecstasy. Some of the men came for
ward to greet her, and. though she had
some difficulty In recognizing one or
two Of them $50 hardly had the years
of her absence used them, she even
tually succeeded In placing them ALL
At length her mother led her through
the archway which connected the two
shanties. thence along a narrow hall
into small bedroom, into which the
! western sunset fell. 1t was shabby
place. but as refuge from the crowd
in the restaurant it was grateful.
Lie looked at her daughter critical
~. II don't know what I'm going to
do with girl like you. Why, you're
purty-purty as picture. You were
skinny us child. I'm fair dazed.
Great snakes, how you have opened
out! You're the living image Of your
dad. What started you back? / told
you to stay where you was"
Il had no place to go after Aunt
Celia died. had to come home"
you wrote they was willing to keep
you"
''They were. but 1 couldn't ask it of
/, them. had no right to burden them,
and, besides, IIrs. Hall wrote me that
you were sick"
II am. but didn't want you to come
back. Lay or your things and come
out to supper. Well talk afterward."
The eating house. the rooms AID
! Railways were all Of that desolate
shabbiness which comes from shiftless.
ness Joined with poverty. Everything
on which the girls eyes fell contrasted
strongly with her aunt's home on the
Brandy wine-not because that house
was large or luxurious, but because II
! was exquisitely in order and sweet
with flowers and dainty arrangement
| Of color.
She regretted bitterly that she had
ever left her eastern friends. Her
mother, in truth, showed little pleasure
at her coming and almost nothing OF
the illness Of which a neighbor had
written. It was, indeed, this letter
which had decided her to return to the