The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1894-11-07

down Of his conversation to the level
Of his hearers intelligence.
Have you been marketing?" he
asked.
"vss."
Butter and eggs, and that sort OF
thing2"
"We are farmers" she answered, land
we sell butter and eggs"-a pause
land that sort Of thing"
Yates laughed In his light and CHEEKY
way. As he twirled his cane he looked
at his pretty companion. She was gaz-
ing anxiously ahead towards turn in
the road. Her comoly face was slight
" flushed, doubtless with the exercise
of walking.
"Now, In my country" continued the
New Yorker, 1--WE idolize our women.
Pretty girls don't travel miles to mar
let with butter and eggs"
aren't the girls pretty-in your
country?"
Yates made q mental note that there
was not as much rurality about this
girl as he had thought at first. There
was piquancy about the conversation
which he liked. That she shared his
enjoyment was doubtful, for slight
line Of resentment was noticeable on
her smooth brow.
"You bet they're pretty. think all
American girls are pretty. 1t seems
their birthright. When say American
I mean the whole continent, Of course.
I'm from the states myself-from New
York" He gave an extra twirl to his
cane as he said this, and bore himself
with that air of conscious superiority
which naturally pertains to citizen
of the metropolis. "But over In the
states we think the men should do all
the work and that the women should
we'll, spend the money. must do
our ladies the justice to say that they
attend strictly to their share of the ar
rangement."
'Tt should be delightful country to
live in, for the women"
''They all say so. We used to have
an adage to the effect that America
was paradise for women-purgatory
for men-and, well, an entirely differ
ent sort Of place for oxen"
There was no doubt that Yates had
way Of getting along with people.
As he looked at his companion he was
gratifled to note just the faintest sus-
picion Of q smile lowering about her
lips. Before she could answer, II she
had intended to do 80, there was q
quick clatter Of hoofs on the hard road
ahead and next instant an elegant
buggy, whose slender ietrblaok pol
ished spoltss flashed and twinkled In
the sunlight, came ,dashing past the
wagon. On seeing the two walking to-
gether the driver hauled up his team
with suddenneSs that was evidently
not relished by the spirited sdapple
span he drove. io Sl.s
Hello, Margaret he cried; "An /
late? Have you walked In oil the way2''
"You are Just In good time," an
swered the girl, without looking to-
wards Yates, who stood aimlessly
twirling his cane. The young woman
put her foot on the buggy step and
sprang lightly In beside the driver. II
needed no second glance to see that he
was her brother, not only on account
OF the family resemblance between
them, but also because he allowed her
to get into the buggy without offering
the slightest assistance, which, indeed,
was not needed, and graciously per
mitted her to place the duster that Gov
cred his knees over her own lap as
well. The restive team trotted rapidly
down the road for a few rods until they
came to wide place in the highway
and then whirled around seemingly
within an ace Of upsetting the buggy