Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-01-25

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| boomer than cattlemau.
He was quite unmoved by this charge.
"The town site boomer at least believes
In progrVeAe He docs not 90 so far Us
to Cd ,r,t settlement. don't care
d, have - children live the life I've
Ilived. Besides. what right have we to
stand in the way Of community's
growth? Suppose the new life is less
picturesque than the old. We don't
| like to leave behind US the pleasures
and sports Of boyhood. but we grow
| up nevertheless. I'm far E1ore loyal
| to the state ~ forest supervisor than
II was when I was riding with the cat
tlemen to scare up the nes;Or."
| At this moment Sam Gregg entered
the room, followed by young man In
an English riding suit. Seeing that
"the star boarder table" offered cOu.
/ pie OF seats. they pointed that way.
Sam was plainly in a warlike frame Of
mind and slammed his sombrero on Its
nail with the action of man beating
an adversary.
"That is Sam Gregg and his son Joe.
Used to be ranch cattleman. now one
Of our biggest sheeplnen." Cavanagh
explained. Hes buckins the cattle
men now
Lee Virginia studied young Gregg
| with interest, for his dress was that OF
q man to whom money came easy. and
| his face was handsome. though rather
fat and sullen. In truth. he had been
brought into the room by his father to
zee Lie Wetherford's girl" and his
! eyes at once sought and found her. A
/ look Of surprise aud pleasure ut once
| lit his face.
Gregg was the greedy west checked
and restrained by the law. Every
man in the room knew that he was
bitter opponent of the forest service
and that he had it in'' for the ranger.
and some of them knew that he was
throwing more sheep into the forest
than his permits allowed and that n
clash with Redticld was sure to come.
1t was just like the burIy old Irish.
man to go straight to the table where
his adversary sat.
Virginia's eyes fell before the gaZe
| Of these two men. for they had none
of the shyness and hone Of the tndirec-
ton of the ruder men she had met.
| Redfield did not soften his words on
Gregg's account. On the contrary. he
| made them still more cutting and to
the line.
1.-THE mere fact that live near the
open range or national forest does
not give me any rights in the range or
forest" he was saying as Gregg took
his seat. II enjoy the privilege OF
these government grazing grounds.
and l ought to be perfectly willing to
! pay the fee. These forests are the
property of the whole nation. They
are public lands and should yield
revenue to the whole nation. 1t Is
silly to expect the government to go
ON enriching few Of us stockmen at
the expense OF others. see this. ana
! I accept the change"
! "After you've got rich at It," said
Gregg.
"weI. haven't you?" retorted Red
Geld. Are YOU SO greedy that nothing
win stop you : = ~
Gregg growled out: I'm not letting
| any Of my rights slip. Ill have your
head. Mr.. Supervisor. I'll carry my
flight to the secretary"
Every WE'LL returned Redfield.
Garry It to the president if you Wish.
I simply repeat that your sheep must
correspond to your permit. and IT, you
don't send up and remove the extra
number I will do it myself. don't
make the rules OF the department.. My
job is to carry them out"
BY this time every person In tbs
room was tense with interest. They
all knew Gregg and his imperious
methods. Some Of the cattleinen in the
room had suffered from his greed. and
while they We're not partisans OF the
face his opponent fearlessly.
Lie delivered 81 parting blow: "Ruli-
frog. you and me are old timers. We're
ON the losing side. We belong to the
good old days when the Fork was n
mans town and to he shot up once
a week kept us in news. But them
times are past. You can't run the
range that way any more. Why. man.
you'll have to buy and fence your own
pasture i'll few years more or else
pay rent same as I do. You stockmen
kick like steers over paying few old
cents head for five months range:
you'll be mighty glad to pay dollar
one of these days. Take your medicine
that's my advice" Aud she went
back to her cash drawer
Reddeld's voice was cuttingly con-
temptuous as he said quite calmly:
you're all kinds Of asses. you sheep
men. You ought to pay the fee for
your cattle with secret Joy. So long
as you can get your stock pastured
tand in effect guarded, by the govern
ment from June to November for ~
cents or even 30 cents per head you're
| IA luck. Mrs. Wetl,erford is right.
We've all been educated in bad
school. Uncle Sam has been too lazy
to keep any supervision over his pub
lie lands. He's permitted us grass pi-
rates to fight and lynch and burn one
another on the high range ito which
neither of US had any ri=ht. holding
back the real user Of the land-the
farmer.
Gregg was silenced. but not con-
WINGED. Its long lane that has no
turn" he burst out "You think you're
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