Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1894-12-14
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Dallas. I wish yo'd staid here on the
ranch an KEEP on a bein yer own self,
stead @ driftin off the range to the city
an malzina play to be a high toned
Teddy. Yo' ain It like yo' used to be, Cas-
sic. :"
There was a scowl on the cowboy S
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.
''I knowed jest how it would be, " he
continued. "When yer pop got the no.
ton into his head that yo' must be edi-
Gated an be Teddy, 1 tol him it'd Spite
yo'. I 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.
s'But Bob,'' the girl interrupted, IT
am not changed in my feelings toward
you. l love you just as we'll as did the
day pop said 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
a man as you. I know I'm not like
used to be. am not rough and wild
like I was once dress better, and 1
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 I feel like cry
ing at the way you act -
"I'd whole lot rather see yo' a good
healthy wart on the face O. society than
to see yo' a dab O. bright paint on one O.
its cheeks, or a 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 a cheap herdin greaser'd be
out O. place in glory. I'd never believ.
ed it of yo', Cassie, that yo'd come back
here with yer foretop curled up in a
bunch an a corset cinched round yo'.
I wouldn't t, I sw ar I wouldn't. No wo-
man kin make a rancher good wife
that wears a fashion pack saddle all
punches up her name like yours is bunch
ed I mout git over the curl business in
time, but amt never goin to have no
wife that'll cinch herself up SOS she
can't breathe below
With scream Of laughter the girl
placed her hand over his mouth and
checked his further speech.
"Oh, Bob, Bob, you naughty boy
Is it my poor little corset that has come
between us to ward off your love? Oh,
I must laugh, for it's really the funni'
est thing I ever heard Of! Why, Bob,
could never live without a corset. 1t is
such a support and comfort, and yo1
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 hel
waist and waltzed saucily around sc
that he could inspect her neat form.
"No, faint Tain free an easy, like
God intended it should be. 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 cinchin up COWS
to make 'e1n 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 a gal to do it
I'm agoin to roundup the ranges fur {
gal 'at's got more savoy than to veal
SIGH moilstrousities, r else I never will
double up in matermony long as live
Throw 'em away, Cassie, Or yo' all me
won't be nothin much to each other nc
mo-"
t'Bob, I won't make fool of myself
for little senseless whim such as yours.
I'll wear what I please, and if it don't
exactly meet with your ideas of propri
ETY. you can go and roundup a CIR
that's willing to put up with your non
sense -
The little girl was angry now, and
with a spiteful firt Of her skirts she
turned from him and went into the
house. Her anger was like a passing
summer cloud, and when in few mo
ments it had spent itself she ran to hel
room, and throwing herself on the bee
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 coul(
not for moment countenance such al
unreasonable whim on Boh's part, ane
with set teeth and clinched hands sht
vowed that if her lover took her to wif,
the corset must be included i'll the in
ventory of her personal effects.
Days sped by, and Bob passed and re
passed her about the house seemingly a.
oblivious of her presence as if she were
a thousand miles away. Only once die
he notice her, when, in maidenly DIES
peration at his GOODNESS, she asked:
''Ain't you never going to make up
Bob?"
"Not till you skin off that inferno
pack saddle" was the surly reply.
Their lovers had been a fruitful and
never stale topic Of conversation among
the pupils of Miss Bentley's select
school for girls in Dallas, and in all
their confidential chats Cassie had heard
Of but one effective method of whipping
a recalcitrfnt lover back into the traces,
"Flirt with some other fellow" ael
only fear was that if she should try the
! experiment Bob might lose control Of
his temper and shoot the other fellow,
and as result he might be locked uI
for long time in a cherries prison,
and the marriage be necessarily post
| poned until the misdemeanor was atoned
for. The judge might be cruel mon
ster with no sympathy for young lovers
and might send him into retirement fol
years, and she might become a wrinkled
or ealcimined old maid before he again
| breathed the air of freedom.
That would be terrible. But pshaw
Bob would never be so foolish as to puff
out a human light for one little girl il
| country literally running over with