He got the six votes, but our candidate never became president.
Poor fellow, his millions could not bring him happiness. He died, an
embittered and disappointed man, in the obscurity of the United States
Senate.

The Bar Cross brand was the sole fruit of that ambition. Other ranches
had dwindled or vanished; favored by environment the Bar Cross, almost
alone, withstood the devastating march of progress. It was still a
mark of distinction to be a Bar Cross man. The good old customs--and
certain bad old customs, too--still held on the Bar Cross Range, fifty
miles by one hundred, on the Jornado. Scattered here and there were
smaller ranches: among them the V H--the Vorhis Ranch.

Stella Vorhis and John Wesley, far out on the plain, rode through
the pleasant afternoon. The V H. Ranch was in sight now, huddled
low before them; beyond, a cluster of low hills rose from the plain,
visible center of a world fresh, eager, and boundless.

The girl's eye kindled with delight as it sought the far horizons,
the misty parapets gleaming up through the golden air; she was one
who found dear and beautiful this gray land, silent and ensunned. She
flung up her hand exultingly.

"Isn't it wonderful, John Wesley? Do you know what it makes me think
of? This:

_"'... Magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faëry lands forlorn!'_