New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1911-12-13

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He turned and smiled at her. ID
you know who that wasT'
! Her eyes flashed. She drew The
breath with a gasp WAS 1t Mr.. Cav
anagh?"
Yes, it was Ross. He was servin,
in the regular army at the time. H.
has told me since that he felt no fea
whatever. Uncle Sans blue coat wa.
like Siegfried's magic armor.' he said
1T was the kind Of thing the mounted
police of Canada had been called upo1
to do many time, and went in and
got my men, That ended the war
SO far as violent measures went, and
1t really ended the sovereignty Of the
cattleman. The power of the hester
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 ever knew. What do
you think became Of him.?'
II could never make up my mind.
All sorts Of rumors come to us con-
corning him. As matter Of fact, the
state authorities sympathized with the
cattle barons, and my own opinion is
that your father was permitted to es-
cape. He was afterward seen in Tex
as, and later it was reported that he
had been killed there"
The girl sat still, listening to the tire
less whir of the machine and looking
out at the purpling range with tear
mist eyes. At last she said, 81 shall
never think of my father as bad man
he was always so gentle to me-"
you need not condemn him, my
dear young lady. The people of the
FOrks-some Of them, at least-con-
slider him traitor and regard you as
the daughter Of a renegade, but what
does it matter? Each year sees the
old west diminish, and already, in the
work Of the forest service. law and or
der advance. Notwithstanding all the
shouting Of herders and the beating
to death Of sheep. no hostile shot has
ever been fired within the bounds Of
national forest. In the work of the
forest rangers lies the hope Of ultimate
peace and order over all the public
lands. Ia.
The girl fell silent again, her mind
filled with larger conceptions of life
than her judgment had hitherto been
called upon to meet. She knew that
Redield was right, and yet that world
Of the past-the world Of the swift
herdsman and his trampling. long
horned, half wild kline still 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
It's 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-
y, his desertion of her mother and
herself.
She came back to dwell at last on
he action Of that slim young soldier
Who had calmly ridden through the
mob. She remembered that
he had thrilled even, then at the
'ague and impersonal power which he
To her childish mind he
eemed to bear a charm. like the he
oes Of her story books-something
which made him invulnerable.
After a long pause Redheld spoke !
gain. 1.-The memory Of your father
vill make life for time bit hard
or you in Roaring Fork. Perhaps
our mothers advice is sound. Why |
ct come to Sulphur City, which Is
lmost entirely Of the new spirit?'
III 1 can get my mother to come,
10, will be glad to do 30, for hate
he Fork. But l viii not leave her
here. sick and alone"
much depends upon the doctors
tomorrow"
They had topped the divide now be-
veen the Fork and Sulphur creek
asin. and the green fields, the alfalfa
leadows and the painted farmhouses
beneath them. Strange how
gni6cant all these signs were now! N
few days ago they had appeared I
,ubtful improvements: now they rep
scented the oncoming dominion Of the
lst. They meant cleanliness and de-
mt speech, good bread and sweet
litter.
swept through the town.
On turned up the stream directly to-
ard the high wall Of the range, which
~ ragged and abrupt at this point.
icy passed several charming farm
uses. and the western sky grew ever
pre- glorious with its plum color and
iron, and the range reasserted its
astery over the girl. At last they
me to the very jaws Of the canyon,
d there. in deep natural grove Of
ty cottonwood trees, Redfield passed
fore high rustic gate which mark
the beginning Of his estate. The
Iveway was Of gravel. and the inter-
ngling Of transplanted shrubs and
lie trees showed the care of the pro-
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