The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-02-07

II want Mrs. Redfeld to know you.
I'm sure her advice will be helpful
hope you'll come up and see US if you
decide to settle In Sulphur or il you
don't"
Il 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 l can't live without
killing some one j go down to Elk
Lodge and smoke and read the super
visor's London and Paris weeklies and
recover my tome"
Redfield smiled. when get weak
kneed or careless In the service and
feel my self respect slipping away
60 up to Ross cabin and talk with a
man who represents the impersonal.
even handed justice Of the 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
well 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 1t were heroic-and
hate to see II all pass. but some Of
| us began to realize that ii was not all
poetry. The plain truth Is my COM
panions for over twenty years were
lawless ruffians. and the cattle busi-
ness as we practiced 1t in those days
was founded on selfishness 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. II
was all wasteful. half savage. We
didn't want settlement: we didn't want
law; we didn't want state We want
ed free range. We were line of pi-
IL
not wholly reformed yet"
Some one at the table accused Red
field of being more of a town site
b0omer than a cattieman.
He was quite unmoved by this charge
The town Kite boomer at least belle -
In progress He does not 90 SO far as
to shut out settlement I don't care
to have my children live the life I've
lived. Besi0es. what right have we to
stand In the way OF communftS'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 mof~ 3yal
to the state as forest supervisor than
| was when ] was riding With the cat
tlemen to scare up the pester."
At this moment Sam Grexs entered
the room. followed by a young man In
an English riding suit. Seeing that
1.-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 its
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." Cavanagh
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 sulleu. In truth. he had been
brought into the room by his father to
see Lie Wetherford's girl" and his
eyes 1T ONCE sought and found her. a