The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1934-02-16

never has competed with noises of city
streets. Anybody was just plain locoed
who'd mentioned flying back in the
days before they fenced the range. We
didn't have a railroad then. The fast
est thing We knew was a strong wind
ed, sturdy legged, stout hearted little
broncho."
Kendrick Junior let his unhappy gaze
follow the plane that had circled back
in front of them. It was his most ia
miliar way of travel. He had fought
through the great war in the air. Fly
ing was his business now. He was
thinking of clouds below the sunlight.
of cities blurred into little playtowns,
and people moving about like worried
specks of dust. He was wondering about
plotting a plane up into the strato-
sphere where there were no storms and
stars shone by day in a purple sky.
Infinitely remote from the planet where
people stumbled about through vicious
conflicts, murk, and disappointment.
IT wonder" his father was saying,
what marvels your children will live
to see."
He came back with a crash. MY
children! I'll never have any chill
dren."
Kendrick McVane looked down his
sun-browned nose to the lighted end of
his black cigar. "Tell me about it,
Ken"
He waited quietly and smoked for
the few moments it took his son to 60
back across the years until he was a
little boy again riding with his father
along the river road. His father al
ways had known the answer to every
question, the way out of every tangled
trouble. Miraculously he might now
There's a girl" he began hesitantly
and stopped.
"Well?" his father prompted when he
did not 60 on.
"She's the loveliest girl in the world"
well take that for granted. You
want to marry her?"
Eyes. I do"
"And she doesn't want to marry
you?" Scornful and unbelieving.
20, yes. Yes, she does. But her
people are making such a row and she
can't combat them. She doesn't know
how"
"You ought to know"
"Well, I don't. If you do I wish you'd
tell me-"
what do they think they have
against you?"' Belligerently.
"They think I'm a poor young man
and q nobody. They don't know about
you and your acres and your Herefords
and I'm not telling them. They've
v had any social position. Just
money. And that's new. The father
made it in munitions during the war
and his son stayed at home and helped
him. That's how they got it. They
think a nan who had so little sense as
to go to France and fight and come
home poor never could be trusted to
take care of a wife. The mother is a
social climber, if you know what that
is. She wants her daughter to marry
into the social register with a fortune
on the side, of course Elsa doesn't
care about those things, but her mother
is sure she couldn't stand poverty when
she found out what it vas like. Man,
ma hasn't forgotten. I don't see how
Elsa car belong to them. She's so diff
ferent, so altogether lovely"
1T seems to me-" slowly and still
studying the little red CLEAN of his
cigar end, that this generation hasn't
got the CUTS of the older. A cowboy,
according to the old west, was a man
with CUTS and a horse I'd like to think
an aviator va a man with CUTS and
a plane. He's just a modern pioneer.
The land frontiers are gone. But no.
body ever will conquer the skies with
out the stuff that conquered the west.
You don't seem to- have it,"