Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-07
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WE&W kitchen Chinaman envelOped
wv in steam from numerous kettles, and
"a ~ O. two Japanese, in walters costumes
~ - leaped ninbly about
~ Yet the Antlers was one hundred
QNS and seventy-ive miles from rail-
road station Bruce Farson, how
ever. owned it.; and his father, Rudolph Farson, who
had given it to him year before had crossed the con-
tinent private how his son fared and any
who knew the Railroad King would have been
surprised, not at his bringing automobiles to roadess
country, but at his not bringing fleet OF aeropanes as
well.
Father and son had slipped into quiet on
the veranda and lighted cigars.
have few words to say. A year ago you came out
here, PALE fiat chested, and nervous Today you
fit for the prize ring. Doc Hughes says When
you coming back to take up the real work of lfe?"
Don't you call running a twenty thousand-acre
ranch real work." asked the quietly.
Certainly. And I'm proud that you We made it pay
dividend. But it's not work. l have higher
hopes for you. When lay down the rens want you
to pick them up
Every man, Father must decide for himself what
his real work is Your father farmer your grand
father preacher. You financier. What am re-
mains to be But let me tell you something. Be-
fore came West never knew what physical well being
meant l never knew real hunger, l never knew real
Sleep never knew real fatlgue,-not the nervous
hauston that makes night chamber of horrors, but
the honest kind that sends one to sleep in the saddle
Do you wonder that shrink from desk and steam heat
and stuy cafes? Nor is that the half of it. Sunrise
and the mountains, roaring nor wester,
herd of cattle drifting before the Storm guided by three
four atoms of humanity, of which you one, the
sprinking of the plains with flowers in the spring.
Father, these things, in the blood, stick
The Railroad King silent for moment. Bruce,
and expect an honest answer,-have you been max
ing love to this Indian maiden of whom hear much,
this Shasta Delehaye? Your talk sounds if you
might have been sitting at the feet of abongine."
SAborigine!" snorted the son. "At that it's better
than chitterchatter about Wall Street and the globe
trottings of the Moneymeters and the Moneybags.
blood Bacfoot Indian; but both her grandfather and
her father were white. Consequently she's quarter
blood. In appearance she's as white as you or l.
merely olived skinned with dark hair not black
Educated in France for the priesthood he came to this
country in to the call of the wild. He married
saint, he calls her in his diary halfbreed though
she Their only child Shasta, educated at
Quebec; and before he died he bought her the small
ranch she occupies, called the Silver Moon She
owns books than do and reads ten times
much. That's your aboriginal"
You haven't answered my question yet-about max
ing love-
Il have made none"
DON'T said his father decsively. aI'm making
threats don't believe in em,-but I'll stand for
Western romance! Anything doing between you and
Amy Singleton? Your mother said you and she
good as engaged when you came West; but must say
that neither of you has played the part of Romeo
Juliet since came
a think Amy and l understand each other thor
oughly answered the young man haughtily, and toss
ing his cigar the rail he stalked into the house
The elder laughed to himself and followed suit
A FEW minutes later a cowpony dashed up to the
L of the ranchhouse. The rider, in her SOM
brero, divided skirt and spurred high heeled boots
might have been taken for Moreover, she bent
down from her saddle with masculine and gave
snarlng wolfhound cut with her quirt that sent him
yelping off.
Dismounting and tossing the reins over her pony's
of the windows, just in time to see Bruce Farson
and Amy Singleton whrl by in twostep
The Chinese cook through with his labors now, was
also stationed at the window; and when the couple
again foated by he smiled at the girl and observed,