The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-07-28

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1--WE are farmers" she answered, land
we sell butter and eggs"-a pause
'tand 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 q turn in
the road. Her comely face was slight
" flushed, doubtless with the exercise
Of walking.
Nov, in my country y continued the
New Yorker, ''we idolize our women.
Pretty girls don't travel miles to mar
ket with butter and eggs"
Aren't the girls pretty-in your
country?''
Yates made 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 a 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
/ 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 a citizen
of the metropolis. "But over in the
states we think the men should do all
the work and that the women should
well, spend the money. I must do
our ladies the Justice to say that they
attend strictly to their share of the ar
rangement."
ut should be delightful country to
live in, for the women"
"They all say So We used to have
IN 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
a way of getting along with people.
AS he looked at his companion he was
gratifed to note just the faintest sus-
picion of smile lowering about her
lips. Before she could answer, If she
had intended to do so. there was q
quick CHATTER of hoofs on the hard road
ahead and next instant an elegant
buggy, whose slender jet-black pol
! ished spokes 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. dapple
span he drove.
"Hello, Margaret he cried; "am I
late? Have you walked in all the way?"
''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. 1t
'.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 buster that COW
cred his knees over her own lap as
we'll. The FESTIVE team trotted rapidly
down the road for few rods until they
came to wide place in the highway,
and then whirled around seemingly
within an ace of upsetting the buggy,
but the young man evidently knew his
business and held them in with a firm
hand. The wagon was jogging along
where the road was very narrow, and
Bartlett kept his team stolidly in the
center of the way. -...
'"Hello there, Bartlett shouted the
young man in the buggy; half the
road, you know-haf the road"
''Take it," cried Bartlett, over his
shoulder.
'"Come, come, Bartlett, get out of the
way, or I'll run you down.
you just try it,. Bartlett either
had no sense of humor or his resent
ment against his young neighbor
smothered it, since otherwise he would
have. recognized: that a heavy wagon
was in no danger of being run into by
a light and expensive buggy. The
young man kept his tongue admirably,
but he knew just where to touch the
elder on the raw. His sisters hand
was placed appealingly on his arm. He
smiled, and took no notice of her.
''Come, now, you move out, or I'll
have the law on you"
''The law!'' ragged Bartlett; ''you just
try it on"
''Should think you'd had enough Of
1t by this time.'
''Oh! don't, don't, Henry protested
the girl, in distress.
''There clint no law!' yelled Bartlett,
"that kin make man with a load move
out for anything
'You haven't any load, unless it's in
that Jug"
!. Yates saw with CONSERVATION that
tho Jug had been jolted out from under
its covering, but the happy consolation
came to him that the two In the buggy
would believe it belonged to Bartlett.
He thought, however, that this dog-in-
the-manger policy had gone far enough.
He stepped briskly forward and said to
Bartlett:
s'Better drive aside q little and let
them pass"
''You tend to your own business!"
cried the thoroughly enraQed farmer.