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How irritating is the person who
“never says anything against any-
one.”
* A CITY BOY’S COyCLUSIOY.
(From a ear-window.)
I see the red cow moving
Along the breezy steep;
I see the waddling goosie,
The rooster and the sheep.
How happy tn the country
I’d be to know the joys
Of playing with those lovely
And great big real toys!
—R. K. Munkittric&,
"Don’t nebber complain dat some-
body hab made a fool o’ you,” said
Uncle Eben. "Mebbee all he done
was 1
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Ltsteningto a speaker, you can tell
every school teacher in the audi-
l ence by the way they look when he
mispronounces a word.
Blessings are seldom so heavily
disguised that the neighbors don’t
recognize them.
A HETEOFOLiTAY DREAMER.
Local Statesman.—What an im-
practical, visionary dreamer your
neighbor. Jinks, is?
Winksr—Yes; isn’t he? Only the
other day he said he thought the
'Street Cleaning Department ought to
’make some attempt to dean the
■streets.
Bacon.—Did your wife ever take
lessons in elocution?
Egbert—No; she inherited it
A YATfOYAL CHARACTERISTIC.
Mrs. Newrich—The dock you sola
er-
A young man 1s never so much sur-
prised as when he learns that other
young men think his sister is good-
looking. 7 f
WHERE HUSBAKRS ARE CHEAP.
“And you will not try to save me?”
faltered the miserable man.
Gabrielle de Fontenoy had been:
born under the warm sides of Italy;
but her parents had brought her to
Chicago when she was very young;
younger, perhaps, than she would
ever be again. .
“No; I will not save you!” she me is extremely variable and
answered, somewhat sadly, for she ratic.
pitied her husband. “I can not af- 2—
ford to jeopardize my social standing guarantee It to be a genuine French
by appearing parsimonious’ ’’
Her way.
Wife.—I bought a beautiful ma-
hogany chair to-day.
Husband.—Good heavens’, didn’t I
tell you not to buy anything?
Wife.—Oh! don’t worry. I opened
an account with the people.
THE WORK OF AN AMATEUR.
First Tramp.—'Dat's home-made pie, ain’t4t ?
Second Tramp.—Must be. No baker what woz responsible fe»
dat pie cud stay in de business.
“Here’s a thing I don’t care to
.. have a hand in,” said the convict, as .
to expose yoh true chamcterHhe drew the mahasls ’
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MORTALITY AMONG FISHERMEN.
High Rate Among Workers
England Coast.
A higher mortality rate was found
among fishermen of the New Eng- J
land coast than among any other class
of workers in this country last year.
The mortality among these men was
12 per cent, or 4 per cent more than A'-
amon grailway employes. The num-
ber of wage earners who are killed
in accidents in a year in this country,
is between 30,000 and 35,000.
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CHAPTER HI. .
LIZE AND HER DAUGHTER. z I F
r?'g^*HEY parted on the little porctt 11
of the hotel, and her eyes fol- ( . <
lowed his upright figure till he 1
entered one of the shops. He
had precisely the look and bearing of >
n young lieutenant in the regular
army. She returned to her own room
strangely heartened by her talk with
the ranger.
She was still pondering when her
mother came in.
“How’d you sleep last night?”
Lee Virginia could not bring herself
to lie. ‘
“Neither did I. Fact of the matter is "
your coming fairly upset me. I’ve been
kind of used up for three months. I
don’t know what ails me. I’d ought to
pgo up to Sulphur to see a doctor, but
there don’t seem to be any free t4’
I ’pear to have lost my grip. Food
don’t give me any strength. I saw you
talking with Ross Cavanagh. There’s a ;
man. And Reddy—Reddy is what you
call a fancy rancher; goes in for al-
falfy and fruit and all that. He isn’t z
in the forest service for the pay or for
graft. He’s got a regular palace up
there above Sulphur—hot and cold
water all through the house, a furnace
in the cellar and two bathrooms, so
they tell me; I never was in the place.
You better keep out of the caffy. It
ain’t a fit place for you. Fact is, T
wasn’t expecting anything so fine as
you are. I laid awake tin 3 o’clock last
night figuring on what to do. I reckon
you’d better go back and give this out-
fit up as a bad job. I used to tell Ed
you didn’t belong to neither of us. and
you don’t. I can’t see where you did
come from—anyhow, I don’t want the
responsibility of having you here. Why,
you’ll have half the men in the county
hitching to my corral. You’re too good
for any of them. You just plan to pack
up and pull out tomorrow.”
She went out with a dragging step '
that softened the girl’s heart. Llze’s
daughter came nearer to loving her at
this moment than at any time since
her fifth year.
(To Be Continued.)
posea xo nt a sure snap, but 1 can’t
see it that way.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes, for the larger part of the time.
I have an assistant, who is with me
during part of the summer months.
Mostly I am alone. However, I am
supposed to keep open house, and I
catch a visitor now and then.”
“Do you expect to do this always?”
He smiled again. “There you touch
my secret spring. I have the hope of
being chief forester some time—I mean
we al! have the prospect of promotion
to sustain us. The service is so new
that any one with even a knowledge
of forestry is in demand. By and by
real foresters will arise.”
She returned abruptly to her own
problem. “I dread to go back to my
mother, but I must. Oh, how I hate
that hotel! I loathe the flies, the
smells, the people tbat eat there, the
waiters—everything!” She shuddered.
“Many of the evils you mention
could be reformed, except, of course,
some of the people who come to eat.
I fear several of them have gone be-
yond reformation.”
As they started back down the street
she saw the motor stage just leaving
the door of the office.
one question,” she said,
away till tomorrow.”
“Where would you go if you broke
camp—back to the estst?”
“No.
place for me in Sulphur City.”
“Your case interests me deeply. I
wish I could advise you to stay, but
this is a rough town for a girl like
you. Why don’t you talk the problem
over with the supervisor?” His voice
became firmer. “Mrs. Redfield is the
very one to help you.”
“Where does she live?”
“Their ranch lies just above Sul-
phur, at the mouth of the canyon.
May I tell him what you’ve told me?
He’s a good sort, is Redfield—much
better able to advise than I am.”
Cavanagh found himself enjoying
the confidence of this girl so strangely
thrown into his care, and the curious
comment of the people in the street
did not disturb him except as it bore
upon his companion’s position in the
town.
At the door of the hotel some half a
dozen men were clustered. As the
young couple approached they gave
way, but a short, powerful man. whom
Lee Virginia recognized as Gregg, the
sheepman, called to the ranger:
“I want to see you before you leave
town, Mr. Ranger.”
‘Wery well. 1 shall be here all the
forenoon,” answered Cavanagh in the
tone of a man accepting a challenge.
Then, turning to the girl, he said ear-
nestly: “I want to help you. I shall
be here for lunch, and meanwhile I
wisl you would take Redfield into
yous confidence. He’s a wise old boy.
and everybody knows him. No one
doubts his motives. Besides, he has a
family and. is rich, unhurried.
I come here because it is
By HAMLIN GARLAND
Copyright, 1910, by Hamlin Garland
THE WAR DEMONSTRATION.
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
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ON JUDAS.
and
“SWEATSHOP SUNDAY.”
Well-to-Do
resident
move.
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Cavanagh,
Forest
Ranger
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for
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Even the fellow who thinks his work
is worth a dollar a minute will spend
an hour looking for a lost dime.
had lived in
generation,
he would have been a
the
the
The Great Conservation
Novel
You can now begin to figure whether
you will bet your money on the army
or the navy in the “attack” on Gal-
veston.
Wonder if there’s any danger of the
navy attempting to capture Galveston
by coming down Buffalo bayou?
Even if it doesn t cost much to die
we’re willing t'o tussle along with tlsg
high cost of living for a while longer.
Of course Galveston will be glad to
see Uncle Sam’s fighting men whether
they come by land or sea.
Two things that always pull togeth-
er—a dull razor and a poor barber.
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GALVESTON TRIBUNE
(Established 1880.)
Of course the Mexican revolution is
an inconsequential affair, but it isn’t
“squelched" yet.
REFLECTION
Waxahachie Light.
If Judas Iscariot
present
chances
member
day
are he would have
of the United States senate.
WHAT HE SHOULD GET.
Bellville Times.
Many a man who is calling loudly for
justice would be in the county jail if
he got it.
all of diplomatic meaning we can but
speculate, but with no incident bring-
ing friction in its wake having rip-
pled the diplomatic ^Waters for some
time, it is more than probable uiat the
move is in reality an army maneuver
with a navy side issue for uie edifica-
ticr. of the people of this section who
have few opportunities of becoming
acquainted with the fighting branch of
our government.
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It is possible to get important
enough to be president and then not
get elected.
Here’s hoping that the coming ma-
neuvers in Texas. and in the Gulf do
mean nothing more than training for
the officers and men.
SPOILING SHAPES.
nallas Times-Herald.
If the fashion of wearing tight trous-
ers and padless coats comes into gen-
eral use we know a great many sup-
posedly brawny men who will dwindle
woefully in appearance.
VAGRANT WITH MONEY.
Temple Telegra'm.
The law says that a man may be a
vagrant and yet have money in his
pocket or in the bank. Thus it is that
the term "vagrant" does not mean just
what is understood that it means. It
•wuaw-
covers a multitude of offenses and in
a general way it includes all those
who do not make an honest living by
legal methods. The man with money
in the bank would not be a vagrant
were he to observe the laws in respect
to the way he would seek to add to his
account.
HUMAN SEIDLITZ POWDER.
Texarkana Texarkanaian.
And now comes Morris Sheppard, our
own Morris, and terms the former
rough-rider president “the human seid-
litz powder.’ What an appropriately
applied appellation.
MEMBER OF ASSOCIATED PRESS
THE TRIBUNE receives the full day tele-
graph report of that great news organiza-
tion for exclusive afternoon publication in
Galveston.
“I can’t stand this air and
any longer. They’re too
TROUSER SKIRTS.
Paris Advocate.
The trouser skirt has scandalized su-
! Paris and
mighty little
exercise
Pah-ree
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The legislature still seems to be un-
decided as to whether to adjourn or
keep on working.
SWAPPING YARNS.
Anahuac Progress.
Lhat have you done in the month
just passed to improve your town?
Have you done anything toward up-
building and improvement? Or is your
time and energy spent in whittling dry
goods boxes and swapping yarns?
’ CHAPTER H.
THE EOBEST RANGEB.
TEE VIRGINIA was awakened next
I morning by the passing of some
one down the hall calling at each.
•J door, “Six o’clock!” She had not
slept at all till after 1. She was lame,
heart weary and dismayed, but she
rose and dressed herself as neatly as
before. She had decided to return to
Sulphur. “I cannot endure this,” she
had repeated to herself a hundred
times. "I will not!”
Hearing the clatter of dishes, she
ventured with desperate courage Into
the dining room, which was again
filled with cowboys, coal miners,
ranchers and their tousled families
and certain nondescript town loafers
of tramp-llke appearance.
Slipping into a seat at the end of the.
bent heads.
and she dropped her eyes.
At her left, however, sat two men
whose greetings were frank and man-
ly and whose table manners betrayed
a higher form of life. One of them
was a tall man with a lean red face,
against which his blond mustache lay
like a chalk mark. He wore a cordu-
roy jacket cut in Norfolk style, and in
the collar of his yellow shirt a green
tie was loosely knotted. His hands
were long and freckled, but were man-
ifestly trained to polite usages.
The other man was younger and
browner and of a compact, athletic fig-
ure. On the breast of his olive green
coat hung a silver badge which bore a
pine tree in the center. His shirt was
tan colored and rough, but his head
was handsome. He looked like a
young officer in the undress uniform
of the regular army. His hands were .
strong, but rather small, and the lines
of his shoulders graceful. Most at-
tractive of all were his eyes, so brown,
so quietly humoroqs and so keen.
In the rumble of cheap and vulgar
talk the voices of these men appealed
to the troubled girl with great charm.
She felt more akin to them than to
any one else in the room, and from
time to time she raised her eyes to
their faces.
They were aware of her also, and
their gaze was frankly admiring as
well as wondering, and in passing the
ham and eggs or the sugar they con-
trived to show her that they consid-
ered her a lady in a rough place and
that they would like to know more
about her.
She accepted their civilities with
gratitude and listened. to their talk
with growing interest. It seemed that
the young man had come down from
the hills to meet his friend and take
him back to his cabin.
“I can’t do it today, Ross,” said the
older man. “I wish I could, but one
meal of this kind is all I can stand
these days.”
Mrs. Wetberford, seizing the mo-
ment, came down to do the honors.
“You.fellers ought to know..my, girl.
Looks pretty much Mke there will be
lively times in Galveston for the next
few weeks.
“I CAN’T STAND THIS AIR AND THESE' FLIES
ANY DONGEIt.”
shaven throng which filled the room,
they seemed wondrously softened and
sympathetic, and in the ranger’s gaze
was something else—something which
made her troubles somehow less intol-
She felt that he understood
the difficult situation in which she
found herself.
Redfield went on. “You find us hor-
ribly uncivilized after ten years’ ab-
sence?”
“I find this uncivilized,” she replied
with fierce intensity, looking around
the room. Then, on the impulse, she
added: “I can’t stand it! I came here
to live with my mother, but this is too
—too horrible!”
“I understand your repulsion,” re-
plied Redfield. “A thousand times I
repeat, apropos of this country, ‘Where
every prospect pleases and only man
is vile.’ ”
“Do you suppose it was as bad ten
years ago?” she asked. “Was every-
thing as dirty—as mean? Were the
houses then as full of flies and smells?”
“I’m afraid they were. Of course
the country isn’t all like this, and
there are neat homes and gentle peo-
ple in Sulphur, but most cattlemen
are—as they’ve always been—a shift-
less, happy-go-lucky lot at best, and
some of them have been worse, as you
know.”
“I never dreamed of finding my
mother in such a place,” she went "bn.
“I don’t know what to do or say. She
isn’t well. I ought to stay and help
her. and yet—oh. It is disheartening!”
Lize tapped Redfield on the shoul-
der. “Come over here, Reddy, if you
have finished your breakfast. I want
to talk with you.”
Redfield rose and followed his land-
lady behind the counter and there sat
in earnest conversation while she made
change? The tone in which her moth-
er addressed the supervisor, her action
of touching him as one man lays hand
upon another, was profoundly reveal-
ing to Lee Virginia. She revolted
from it without realizing exactly what
it meant, and. feeling deeply but vague-
ly the forest ranger’s sympathy, she
asked:
Well-to-Do Women Will Raise Fund
for Striking Garment Workers.
Chicago is to observe "‘sweatsherp
Sunday,” when well-to-do women will
make a house-to-house canvass of the
district to solicit contribu-
tions of money for the benefit of the
striking garment workers. The idea
originated with the relief committee
of the Women’s Trade Union League
and was taken up by other organiza-
tions.
Virginny, this fs Forest Supervisor
Redfield, and this is Ross Cavanagh,
bls forest ranger in this district. You
ought to know each other. My girl’s
just back from school, and she don’t
think much of the Fork.. It’s a little
too coarse for her.”
Lee flushed under this introduction,
and her distress was so evident that
both men came to her rescue.
The older man bowed and said, “I
didn’t know you had a daughter, Mrs.
Wetherford.” And Cavanagh, with a
glance of admiration, added, “We’ve
been wondering who you might be.”
Lize went on: “I thought I’d got rid
of her. She’s been away now for
about ten years. I don’t know but it
was a mistake. Look’s like she’s
grown a little too fine haired for us
doughies out here.”
“So much the worse for us,” replied
Redfield.
This little dialogue gave the girl time
to recover herself, but as Cavanagh
watched the blush fade from her face,
leaving it cold and white, he sympa-
thized with her—pitied her from the
bottom of his heart. He perceived that
he was a chance spectator of the first
scene in a painful domestic drama-
one that might easily become a trag-
edy. He wondered what the forces
might be which had brought such a
daughter to this sloven, this virago.
To see a maid of this delicate bloom
thrust into such a place as Lize Weth-
erford’s “hotel” had the reputation of
being roused indignation.
“When did you reach town?” he
asked, and into his voice his admira-
tion crept.
“Only last night.”
“You find great changes here?”
"Not so great as in my mother. It’s
all”— She stopped abruptly, and he
understood.
Lize being drawn back to her cash
register, Redfield turned to say: “My
dear young lady, L don’t suppose you
remember me, but I knew you when
you were a tot of five or six. I knew
your father very well.”
“Did you?” Her face lighted up.
“Yes, poor fellow; he went away
from here rather under a cloud, you
know.”
“I remember a little of it. I was
here when the shooting took place.”
“So you wore. Well, since then much
has happened to us ail,” he explained
to the ranger. “There wasn’t room for
a dashing young blood such as Ed
Wetherford was in those days.” He
turned to Lee. “He was no worse than
the men on the other side—it was dog
eat dog—but some way the people
lather settled on him as a scapegoat.
He. was forced out, and your mother
has borne the brunt of it since. Those
•were lawless days?’
More and more Lee Virginia’s heart,
went out in trust toward these two'
men. Opposed to the malodorous, un<
“iwe come nacB: to help you, mother,
You must let me relieve you of some
of the burden.”
“What can you do, child?” Lize
asked gently.
“I can teach.”
"Not in this town you cant.”
"Why not?”
“Well, there’s a terrible prejudice
against—well, against me. And, be-
sides, the places are all filled for next
year. The Wetherfords ain’t among
the first circles any more.”
Lee Virginia remembered Gregg’s
charge against her"Thother. “What do
you mean by the prejudice against
you?” she asked.
Lize was evasive. “Since I took to
running this restaurant my old friends
kind of fell off, but never mind that
tonight.”
The girl’s thought was now turned
into other half forgotten channels. “I
wish you would tell me more about
father. I don’t remember where he
was buried.”
“Neither do I, child. I mean I don’t
know exactly. You see, after that cat-
tle war he went away to Texas. He
never came back and never wrote, and
by and by word came that he had died
and was buried, but I never could gc
down to see where his grave was at.”
“Didn’t you know the name of the
town?”
"Yes, but it was a new place away
flown in the Panhandle and nobody
I knew lived there. And I never knew
anything more. Well, I must go back
Into the restaurant. I hain’t got a girl
I can trust to count the cash.”
Left alone, Lee Virginia wept no
more, but her face settled into an ex-
pression of stem sadness. It seemed
as if her girlhood had died out of her
and that she was about to begin the
same struggle with work and worry
which had marked the lives of all the
women she had known in her child-
hood.
persensitive swelldom of
Madrid. There must be :
to the trouser skirt to
virtuous Indignation of :
Mah-dreed.
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Whatever may be the deeper signifi-
cance of the unexpected movement of
warships and troops to this city, one
thing stands out pre-eminently—that
Galveston is being recognized as one
of the Important cities or the land. It
has been a long time coming, but it is
here, and for the next few weeks Gal-
veston will be one of the most promi-
nent news centers on tue whole round
earth.
While the action of the war depart-
ment has taken by surprise even those
usually supposed to be high in the
counsels of the war college and has
set more than one nation to wondering
whether or not there is something not
yet revealed which is to be developed
as the days pass, it is emphatically
true that in no section of the land has
the apparently sudden determination
of the government caused greater sur-
prise than right here. But the brier
telegram to the Chamber of Commerce
advising that our merchants prepare
themselves to furnish the needed sub-
sistence for several thousand men is
such confirmation of the telegraphic
news that there exists no reason to
doubt that big things are to happen
during the next few weeks.
As the time draws near for the op-
ening of the Panama canal the loca-
tion of this port has no doubt occu-
pied the attention of those in author-
ity. and while it has been but barely
mentioned, it may be K that this com-
ing demonstration is the first step in
the making of this place a great naval
base and a training school as wen.
The nearer the time comes xor the
connecting of the two great oceans,
the more gigantic appears the task
undertaken by this country, and the
greater must its importance grow, and
even the inexperienced eye can see
what an advantageous position Gal-
veston holds for the handling of the
commerce of two oceans.
Those who are back of this martial
movement will no doubt be keen to ob-
serve every incident that occurs dur-
ing the time the warships and soldiers
are in this vicinity and there should
occur no untoward circumstance that
might be made to appear to the dis-
advantage of the port. In all prob-
ability the men and officers will be
kept under war orders and our people
may not have much opportunity of
showing the courtesies for which we
have become noted, but we can mani-
fest our pleasure in having them
among us. Incidentally there win be
hundreds and perhaps thousands or ex-
cursionists visit Galveston during the
stay of the troops here, and we -must
prepare for them as well as for the
visitors who come to us at the behest^
of the national government.
Probably at no more suitable time
of the year could this "attack” have
been made. V<ith the bulk of a busy
season’s activities behind us and
weather all that could be desired
outdoor life, it would seem that
war department waited until nature
was at her best and our people best
prepared for the “invasion” before
they decided upon this sensational
That there may be behind it
table which offered the cleanest cloth,
Lee Virginia glanced round upon her
neighbors with shrinking eyes. AH
were shoveling their food with knife
blades and guzzling their coffee with
Their faces scared her,
"now can you enaure mis Kind or
life?”
“I can’t, and I don’t,” he answered
cautiously, for they were being closely
observed. “I am seldom in town. My
dominion is more than a mile above
this level. My cabin is 9,000 feet
above the sea. It is clean and quiet
up there.”
“Are all the other restaurants in the
village like this?”
“Worse,
the best.”
She rose,
these flies
disgusting?’
He followed her into the other
house, conscious of the dismay and
bitterness which burst forth the in-
stant they were alone. “What am I
to do? She is my mother, but I’ve lost
all sense of relationship to her. And
these people, except you and Mr. Red-
field, are all disgusting to me. It isn’t
because my mother is poor, it isn’t
because sne's Keeping noaraers; it's
something else.” At this point her
voice failed her.
“Let us go out into the air?’ suggest-
ed the ranger presently. “The moun-
tain wind will do you good.”
She followed him trustfully, and as
she stepped from the squalor of the
hotel into the splendor of the morning
her head lifted. She drank the clear,
crisp wind as one takes water in the
desert.
“The air is clean, anyway,” she said.
Cavanagh to divert her pointed away
to the mountains. “There is my do-
minion. Up there I am sole ruler. No
one can litter the earth with corrup-
tion or poison the streams.”
She did not speak, but as she stud-
ied the ranger her face cleared. “It is
beautiful up there.”
He went on. “I hate all this scrap
heap quite as heartily as you do, but
up there are sweetness and sanity. The
streams are germless, and the forest
cannot be devastated. That is why I
am a ranger. I could not endure life
in a town like this.”
He turned up the street toward the
high hill to the south, and she kept
step with him. As she did not speak,
he asked, “What did you expect to do
out here?”
“I hoped to teach,” she replied, her
voice still choked with her emotion.
“I expected to find the country much
improved.”
“And so it is, but it is still a long
way from an eastern state. Perhaps
you will find the people less savage
than they appear at first glance.”
"It isn’t the town or the people; it is
my mother!” she burst forth again.
“Tell me! A woman in the car yester-
day accused my mother of selling
whisky unlawfully. Is this so? Tell
me!”
She faced him resolutely, and, per-
ceiving that she could not be evaded,
he made slow answer. “I don’t know
that she does, but I’ve heard it charged
against her.”
“Who made'the charge?” t
"One of the clergymen, and then It’s
common talk among the rough men of
the town.”
“But she’s my mother!” wailed the
girl, coming back to the central fact.
“She had sent me money—she has been
kind to me. What am I to do? She,
needs me, and yet the thought of stay-
ing here and facing her life frightens
me.”
The rotten board walks, the low
rookeries, the unshaven, blear eyed
men sitting eft the thresholds of the
saloons, the slattern squaws wander-
ing abroad like bedraggled hens, made
the girl stare with wonder and dis-
may. She had remembered the town
street as a highway filled with splen-
did cavaliers, a list wherein heroic
deeds were done with horse and pistol.
She perceived in the ranger the man
of the new order, and with this in her
mind she said: “You don’t belong here?
You’re not a western man?”
“Not in the sense of having been
born here,” he replied. “I am, in fact,
a native of England, though I’ve lived
nearly twenty years of my life in the
States.”
She glanced at his badge. “How did
you come to be a ranger—what does it
mean? It’s all new to me.”
“It is new to the west,” he answered
smilingly, glad of a chance to turn her
thought from her own personal griefs.
“It has all come about since you went
east. Uncle Sam has at last become
provident and is now ‘conserving his
resources? I am one of his represent-
atives, with stewardship over some
90,000 acres of territory, mostly for-
est.”
She looked at him with eyes of
changing light. “You don’t talk like
an Englishman, and yet you are not
like the men out here.”
“I shouldn’t care to be like some of
them,” he answered. “My being here
is quite logical. I went into the cattle
business like many another, and I
went broke. I served under Colonel
Roosevelt in the Cuban war and after
my term was out naturally drifted
back. I love the wilderness and have
some natural taste for forestry, and I
can ride and pack a horse as well as
most cowboys; hence my uniform.
I’m not the best forest ranger in the
service, I’ll admit, but I fancy I’m a
fair average.”
“And that is your badge—the pine
tree?”
“Yes, and I am proud of it. Some'of
the fellows are not, but so far as I am
concerned I am glad to be known as a
defender of the forest. A tree means
, much to me. I never mark one for
, felling without a sense of responsibil-
ity to the future.”
Her questions came slowly, like
those of a child. “Where do you live?”
“Directly up the South Fork about
twenty miles.”
“What do you do?”
He smiled. “Not much. I ride the
trails, guard the game, put out fires,
scale lumber, burn brush, build bridges,
herd cattle, count sheep, survey land
and a few other odd chores. It’s sup-
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