The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-02-05
Immediately after my luncheon" he

Immediately after my luncheon" he
replied.
She experienced a pang Of regret
and could not help showing it a little.
"Your talk helped me-" she said. "I've
decided to stay and be Of use to my
mother"
Redfeld overheard this and turned
toward her.
81 want Mrs. Redfleld to know you.
I'm sure her advice will be helpful. I
hope you'll come up and see US If you
decide to settle In Sulphur or If you
don't"
II should like to do So" she said.
touched by the tone as well as by the
words Of his invitation.
"Redfeld's house is one of the few
completely civilized homes In the
state" put in Cavanagh. When get
SO weary Of cuss words and poaching
and graft that I can't live without
killing some one I 60 down to Elk
Lodge and smoke and read the super
visor's London and Paris weeklies and
recover my tone"
Redfield smiled. when get weak
kneed or careless in the service and
feel my self respect slipping away I
go up to Ross cabin and talk with a
man who represents the impersonal.
even handed justice of tho federal
law"
Cavanagh laughed. There! Hav-
ing handed each other reciprocal bou-
quets, we can now tell Miss Wether-
ford the truth. Each of us thinks very
we'll Of himself, and we're both be-
levers in the new west"
what d. you mean by the new
west" asked the girl.
"Well. the work you've been doing
here this morning is part Of it." an
swered Redfeld. ITS kind of house
cleaning. The old west was pictur-
esque and in way manly and fine
certain phases of it were heroic-and
I hate to see it all pass, but some Of
us began to realize that it was not all
poetry. The plain truth is my COM
panions for over twenty years were
lawless rufians, and the cattle bust
ness as we practiced it in those days
was founded on self1shness and de-
Tended at the mouth Of the pistol. We
were all pensioners on Uncle Sam and
fighting to keep the other fellow of
from having a share Of his bounty. It
was all wasteful. half savage. We
didn't want settlement; we didn't want
w W yt ctofo =
ed free range. We were a line Of pi-
rates from beginning to end. and we're
not wholly reformed yet"
Some one at the table accused Red
field Of being more Of a town site
boomer than a cattleman.
He was quite unmoved by this charge
The town site boomer at least believes
In progress. He does not go so far as
to shut out settlement l don't care
to have my children live the life I've
lived. Besides. what right have we to
stand in the way of a community's
growth? Suppose the new. life Is less
picturesque than the old. We don't
ike to leave behind us the pleasures
md sports of boyhood, but we grow
up nevertheless. I'm far more loyal
to the state as forest supervisor than
l was when was riding with the cat
uemen to scare up the nester."
At this moment Sam Gregg entered
the room, followed by young man in
an English riding suit. Seeing that
'the star boarder table, offered a cou-
pie Of seats. they pointed that way.
Sam was plainly in a warlike frame Of
mind and slammed his sombrero on it's
nail with the action Of a man beating
an adversary.
THAT is Sam Gregg and his son Joe.
Used to be ranch cattleman. now one
Of our biggest sheepmen." Cavanagb
explained. Hes bucking the cattle
men now"
Lee Virginia studied young Gregg
with interest. for his dress was that of
a 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
see Lie Wetherford's girl" and his