We lack interest in history and the older events, frequently because we have no intimate relationship. Yet, to know that this new land of ours had its loves and romance fifty or more years ago, attunes our hearts to the reception of stories of the days so long past. We travel about and find places named ; and they are of mountain or plain, or city or valley, and we seldom stop to think what it was that named it. For instance, a mark has been left

on Horse creek in the name of LaGrange. Yet, it has no significance to the ordinary settler, tourist or individual. There are perhaps a few dozen living people, that a reference to LaGrange will interest. With them a recitation of the little intimacies, and memories of experience, or a word of the personnel of the old times, will arouse a train of memories that will trail by with their pleasant recollections for a number of hours. And it might interest some of the newer people of the community.

All the cowboys of the time knew Kale La- Grange, as a "squaw man" along with Hi Kelly. Nick Genice, and Frank Vallet. It was over a score of years ago that LaGrange quit the western range and went back to his old home in Iowa, and afterwards married a white woman.

Kale's mother, old timers all remember "Aunt Delia," was a much married woman. I think she had buried a round half dozen husbands, before she met Tommy Chanavierre (Shunover) and in the late eighties Tommy was her spouse -- the one we knew. Tommy was the one whose pride of ancestry runs back to the time when Marchioness La Pompadour was spreading the French Empire over the western world, but to us he was merely a jolly old Frenchman, who liked to talk with his hands, his shoulders and otherwise, and who, merely for the love of activity and society, went visiting about the country in "dat old buckboard," with "dem old plug." "Shunover" died in Iowa.