The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-01-06

You are in search OF a whlte-arMed maid
of StriLa-dona.
The young giant laughed, also. ~
don't know what the qualities OF the
women may be; but If they
are as Independent and energetic as the
women of Pottsville, I'll have none of
them"
"You prefer the domestic, kittenish
type?' said Miss Pollok, shooting de-
faint glance at him, from under her light
lashes.
Certainly. mean to do the think
ing and the working for my wife,
''And what share is she to have in
life?''
80, she shall coddle me-" with a
quizzical twinkle in his black eyes, at the
irate face on the other side of the table.
After they had returned to the parlOr,
the young Westerner invited Miss Pollok
to 60 with him out to the Exposition. He
had engaged the most snowy team"
which money could procure, and it was
now drawn up in state at the door.
81 consented to 60 with him." said
Miss Pollok, as Mrs. Lloyd left the room
with her, "because / could not refuse,
without rudeness to you. The man is
well enough, as to looks, But, if there
is anything for which 1 have contempt,
it is a great, masculine animal, who
thinks women were born to serve him."
"But, dear Amy, consider. He knows
nothing of our class of women. Try and
give him a glimpse of what a cultured,
self-reliant girl is; if only to make him
wretched hereafter with the remem-
brance.''
When Mrs. Lloyd went back to this
Western Cog, as she called him, she
found him pacing up and down, his
head threatening to break through the
ceiling of the little parlor.
"NOw, Cousin Rhcda," he began,
eagerly, 81 invited Miss Pollok to 60
with me out of courtesy to you. She's
a nice-looking little thing. But I'm hor-
ribly afraid of her. These strong
minded, go-ahead women actually give
me the dumb ague. can't keep my
ground with them at ALL"
"Poor Amyr' sighed Mrs. Lloyd.
"You will have no trouble in pushing
her out of your way, if you are SO
minded. She's used to it,
s.Eh? How? You don't say sou
anxiously. 'Why, I thought she was
one of your driving reformers; women
that 60 through the world like a darning
needle through ball.
"How strange a mistaken with an
other sigh. snow, l do suppose that
Amy has never had her own way in all
her life. She was born to hard work,
poverty, snubs and neglect. Kindness,
am sure, is something she has yet to
experience.
Tut; tut! Is it possible. Poor little
thing! Very remarkable the mistake l
made. Well, she shall have one jolly
afternoon, at any rate. wish 1 had
brought bouquet, Cousin Rhoda. l saw
a sumner at a corner, and had mind
to bring it to you; but 1 supposed liter
ary ladies would look upon flowers as
trifling. But could have given it to her,
eh? Poor child! So she's had a rough
time of it?''
The door opened at this moment, and
he hurried to meet Amy, with a profound
bow, which would not have done dis
credit to a French marquis. She, in
turn. was very grave, but gentle; feel
ing the responsibility of supporting the
character of all the literary sisterhOod.
you will remember to come home in
time for dinner, at SKIP said Mrs.
Lloyd, as they babe her goodbye
80, hear there are famous foreign
restaurants, and we must try these any
how, to-day. That is part of the show"
And he telegraphed, dumbly: "She
looks hungry standing back of his
charge.
The carriage drove off with a clatter
and dash which Weakened the quiet
street.
The carriage was softly cushioned.
Miss Pollok found it easier than the
broken-springed old family one, in
which she had been used to jolt to
church. Never before had she reclined
in such luxurious state, to say nothing of
the gallant cavalier bending over her.
Amy had been ugly, as child. and sar'
castle, as a woman; and had never be-
fore, therefore, in a single instance, re-
ceived that peculiar homage, which men
pay to every attractive girl.
'.How very absurd" she thought. as
Mr. Bristow stopped to adjust the rug
over her dress. Il could do it much bet
ter myself Makes me ridiculous. But
she smiled and thanked him, with a
queer, little glow of comfort at heart.
She was so tired, too. Worn out in
body with downright hard work. and
rasped in brain. The way was long
The carriage moved slowly through the
crowded streets. Mr.. Bristow, finding
Amy did not respond, at the end of one
of his .longest-winded stories looked
down and saw that her eyes were shut.
"Poor thing" he muttered. ut goes
against my grain to see a woman so
beaten out. -
Amy started up, wide awake, at the
eastern gate, declaring she had never
had pleasanter ride. "Your stories of
Western life are so very odd" she said,
with a patronizing nod. She was all
alert and quite prepared to play cicerone
to this great ignoramus from the back
woods. There was no book at the farm
which she had not read a dozen times;
and where were the ideas gained from
the Spectator, Milton, the British Dram
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