The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-12-05
COWBOY AND CORSET.

81 jest wish yo' had never went to
Dallas. wish yo'd staid here on the
ranch an KEEP ON bein yer own self,
stead O. driftin off the range to the city
an maxim play to be high toned
Teddy. Yo' amt like yo' used to be, Cas-
sie. !"
There was scowl on the cowboy &
face as he stood before Cassie Denton,
the daughter of the owner of the Texas
ranch at which he was employed. The
face of the bright eyed little maiden
wore panied look as she toyed with
the buckskin wrist loop which depend.
ed from the handle of the six shooter in
his belt.
81 knowed jest how it would be, !" he
continued. when yer pop got the no.
tion into his head that yo' must be edi.
Gated an be Teddy, toll him it'd Spite
yo'. toll him yo' never would be the
same gal no mo-; that yer little head d
git turned there among the fine stock,
an yo' wouldn't have no mo- use fur
graded critters SIGH as the riders O. the
ranges.
but Bob" the girl interrupted. 81
am not changed in my feelings toward
you. love you just as we'll as did the
day pop said I could marry you, and he
sent me to school for two years just to
make me fit to be your wife. 1t was all
for your sake, Bob, and it's real bad Of
you to act so after had studied so hard
to make of myself a lady worthy of such
q man as you. know I'm not like ]
used to be. am not rough and wild
like was once dress better, and ]
talk better It's refinement, Bob-that's
what Miss Bentley, the teacher, said,
and she said that a girl without refine
ment was just wart on the face of So
ciety. That's just what she said, Bob,
in her own words, and / feel like cry
ing at the way you act.
I'D whole lot rather see yo' good
healthy wart on the face o. society than
to see yo' a dab o. bright paint on one o
its cheeks, or string o. no count beads
a-hangin bout its neck. Style is fur
them that lives in cities. Cassie, an is
jest as much out o. place in here ON the
ranch as cheap herdin greaser'd be
out o. place in glory. I'd never believ-
ed it of yo', Cassie, that 20 d come back
here with yer foretop curled up in q
bunch an corset cinched round yo'.
I wouldn't, sw ar wouldn't. No wo-
man kin make rancher good wife
n
punches up her name like yours is bunch.
ed. mout git over the curl business in
time, but amt never goin to have nc
wife that'll cinch herself up SOS she
can't breathe below"-
With a scream of laughter the girl
placed her hand over his mouth and
checked his further speech.
ooh, Bob, Bob. you naughty boy
Is it my poor little corset that has come
between us to ward off your lover Oh,
I must laugh, for it's really the funni-
est thing ever heard of Why, Bob, ]
could never live without corset. 1t is
such a support and comfort, and you
know, you wicked boy. that my figure
is much prettier than it was before !
went to Dallas. Isn't it, now?"
She placed her hands against her
waist and waltzed saucily around SO
that he could inspect her neat form.
mo, faint. 'Tain't free an easy, like
God intended it should DO. If he'd "a
wanted yo' pinched up like yo' are now,
he'd "a built yo' that way. There'd be
jest as much sense In oinchin up cows
to mako 'em look purity. Yo'd laugh
yer eyes out to see a cow goin around
here with corsets on, an, yo' hear me.
it's jest as ridiculous fur gal to do it.
I'm agoin to roundup the ranges fur a
gal ats got more savoy than to wear
SIGH monstrousities. r else never will
double up in matermony long as live.
Throw 'em away, Cassie, or yo' en- me
won't be nothin much to each other no
mo-"
"Bob, won't make fool Of myself
for little senseless within such as yours.
I'll wear what please, and If it don't
exactly meet with your ideas Of propri-
ETY. you can 60 and roundup a girl
that's willing to put up with your non
sense. I"
The little girl was angry now, and
with spiteful flirt of her skirts she
turned from him and went into the
house. Her anger was like passing
summer cloud, and when in few mo-
ments it had spent itself she ran to her
room, and throwing herself ON the bed
burst into tears. She knew Bob Taylor
loved her dearly, and rough and unedu-
Gated as he was she almost worshiped
the handsome young cowboy. She would
gladly have consigned the offending ar
ticle of dress to the waters Of the Brazos,
which ran near the house, but she could
not for moment countenance such an
unreasonable whim on Bob's part, and
with set teeth and clinched hands she
voxved that If her lover fook har IN xu;f