The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-01-20
CContinned from yesterday. i

6conttnued rom yesterday.)
Il do repnsd lsoss, 10 whom tie
stranger now appeared IA pathetic
gulse ANY. man Of his age consent.
/ ing TO herd sheep Is surely hard hit By
I, the rough hand Of the world. he rea.
soned, and the closer he studied his
visitor the palmer he felt his ungoy-
erned past
g suppose Gregg paid your aneg' he.
said.
.SYes.p
t1n any other town in the state you'd
have gone down the line .
He reused himself .see here, Mr..
Ranger. you've no Warrant to believe
me, but told you the truth. Young
Gregg got me to ride into the range.
ana show him the tran! 1 didn't In
tend to get mixed up with game
warden. I've had all the confinement
Ineed.' W.
well, It's q closed incident now"
interposed Ross. we won't reopen It.
Make yourself at home"
The stranger; hungry as he was, ate
with unexpected gentility, and as the
hot Gomez sent its cheerful glow
through his body he asked, with liven-
ing interest, a, good many questions
about the ranger and the forest service.
"You fellers have to, be all round men.
The cowboys think you have snap,
but ! guess sou earn your money"
"a man that builds trails. LAYS
bridges, burns brush, fights Ere, rides
the roundup and covers seyenty.fye
miles Of trail every week on $50 per
month and feeds himself and his
horses isn't what l would call enjoy.
ting a soft sqap." 4
What do you doit for?"
God knows! I've been asking my
self. that question all day today
%This playing game warden has some
outs too. That was wild crowd last
/ nigh. u Tie town IS the same old hole.
\ It was whenE knew it years ago. Fine.
girl Of Lie Wetherford's. Lie has
changed terribly. I didn't expect to
seesher haye such skein Of six as
that girl. She sure looks the queen to
me- ,.--s-.t 49,. ~, ,at. !.
oasanash did hot greatly relish tits
line Of conversation; but the pause en-.
abled him to say: "MIss Wetherford
is not much western; she, gottber train:
ing In the east She's been with an
aunt ever since her fathers DEATH"
Hes dead, is heg"
$50 far as anybody knows, he is." 4
swell, he's no loss. knew him too.
BE was all kinds Of fool. he got
on the wrong side Of the rustler line.
up. Them Wetherford women think
a whole lotfof you. Pears IKE they'd
both fight for you: Are you sweet on
the girlTs
"Now, see here, old man." Ross re.
torted sharply, you want to do a lot
of thinking before you comment on
Miss Wetherford. I won't stand for
any nasty clack."
Edwards meekly answered: * wasn't
going to say anything out Of the way.
was fixing for to praise her."
"All the same, I don't intend to dis.
cuss her with you" was Cavanagh's
curt answer.
The herder fell back into silence
while the ranger prepared his bunk
for the night. The fact that he trans.
ferred some Of the blankets from his
own bed to that Of his visitor did snot
escape Edwards keen eyes, ana with
oDPafnfI1T fntank ba eoI5.
II can give you a tip, Mr.. Ranger"
said he, breaking out of a silence.
"The triangle outfit is holding more
cattle on the forest than their permits
call for"
"How do you know"
II heard one Of the boys Dragging
about it."
Much Obliged" responded Ross.
'Tii look into it"
Edwards went on: Furthermore,
they're fixing for another sheep kill
over there too. All the sheepmen are
armed. That's why left the coun-
try | don't want to run any more
chances Of being shot up. I've had
enough Of trouble. l can't afford to
be hobnobbing with judges and juries.
I'm just broken down old cowpunch.
er herding sheep in order to keep clear
Of the liquor belt"
This seemed reasonable, and the
ranger remarked by way Of dropping
the subject: 'Fve nothing to say fur
Their than thls-obey the rules of the
forest and you won't get into any fur
Their trouble with me. And as for
being shot up by the cowmen, you'll