Deming graphic. (Deming, N.M.) 1903-1948, 1918-10-25

aense-to the laet degree. Al home
near Three Rivers he dresses rs q
rancher, lives as one. thinks az one.
IN closest contact with his men,
overseeing their work. speaking their
Language. accepting titelr suggestions,
arlaing matters Of ranch policy, and
gracefully yielding vixen convinced.
Senator Fall ". as one amplcye stated.
the boss we don't work for but with"
with him on The horic place Is Mrs
Fall and his talented daughter, Jouett
an artist IN oils and water color, who
Is equally at ease IN a Washington
drawing room. amid the busy needles
OF Red Cross sowing room or on the
back OF a flying broncho. streaklng
across the ranges Of Three Rivers.
Never, when his duties permit his alb
sence from Washington, is the Fal
home free from childish laughter, for
ere are half dozen merry tots who
all him "Gran'dad," and some OF them
are guesisat the ralch when he is IN
the West.
AS one looks into the eyes OF Senator
FAN, pleasing though piercing eyes,
The courage, persistcncy. brllliancy,
keenness and the latCn, power of the
man are mirrored. The determined
chin spells the fighter The bronzed
complexion tells Of a life well spent
The erect carriage. the hearty hand
Gasp the sturdy stride paint an ath.
icte not trained or the track but In
Gods great out-of.doors.
His hands are those of a leader
They have not the 'arerlng fingers Of
the artist but rather the hammer.llke
strength and dextority OF great sur
geons digits. Those hands tell the
story OF days passed pounding drill
at Kingston and HlllsbOrO-heart.
breaking days when Nature lured AL.
bert Fall on with the promise Of gold
and yielding but little from her rocky
storehouse. They tell the tale of leath.
cred rein and swishlng larlat IN his
years across the ranges in cowman's
garb. And they softcntd first thumb
ing the pages OF Blackstone, Pome.
roys Municipal Law and Greenleaf ON
Evidence, until now they have found
their true place-among the history.
making documents OF the Senate Of
these United States.
II Is easy to talk to Senator Fall
His voice, musical. well modulated. al
times striking the timbrc Of the drn
matte, then vibrating with pathos or
sparkling with the INT OF humor
charms one to undivided attention. He
Is so plain, everyday. big.hearted IN
his ways that In conversation his an.
swers come in simple and direct style
There is naught of the pedantlc about
him-this big man, big In stature and
big IN mind.
MY hobby? ] presume II Is two.
fold-serving my state to the best of
my ability and when duty lakes and
permits, building up my ranch"
His eyes kindled in the darkness as
his head swept the ATTITUDES OF the
home ranch at Three Rivers. There
was a note Of pride In his voice as he
said:
Come inside and see my library"
History, research, diplomacy, stats.
Tics, art, oratory and literature mar.
shaled In orderly array, lined the walls
Of his study. Lovingly he handled the
volumes gathered In a lifetime. Each I
one was as a companion, bringing him
knowledge, power or pleasure.
Midnight was climbing to chime |
rom the quaint. old clock above the |
fireplace when ] left him surrounded I
BY his books.
Perhaps daylight would be close at /,
land ere he would quit his printed
riends.
Good night, sir Come again.
You're always welcome"
! turned to look back at the house,
low silver.porched In the moonbeams
'ilhouetted in the doorway was a fIg-
ire.
II was Albert Bacon Fall-A Man.