Santa Fe daily New Mexican., 1895-03-14
NOT ENOUGH SOCIETY.
That Was What She Craved, and She Must
Have It.

"A rlcKeCy OLD wagon, With a weather
stained cover, drew up in front of little
crossroads store near the west line of
Missouri. Tho wagon was drawn by pair
of poor, bony mules and contained few
articles Of household goods, six children
and woman. The latter sat in front.
driving, while the children were ranged
along the side of the wagon, with their
heads poked out under the cover.
Glow re ye, mister2" the woman acoost-
ed the shopkeeper, who was standing on
the platform in front Of his store
'Very WE'LL" he replied. "How are
your
First rate. Never better, reckon
I'm gfttin back to ole Missoury, an that's
enough to make me feel good, shore"
"MovingF' the storekeeper queried.
"Yep."
"Where froms"
"Oklyhomy"
"Where tot"
"Missoury."
"Think you like Missouri better than
Oklahomaf"
'Bet yer hide. Wouldn't live in Okly-
homy If they'd d give me the whole layout"
Don't like 1t, eh9"
Marry"
"Too dry for you'"
"Meanin the weather."
Eyes"
'Reckon not. didn't notice if it was"
"Land poorp'
"No, guess not"
"Too much wind?'
"Never noticed bout that"
"Bad water?'
Dunno. Never made no difference to
me bout the water
"Just didn't like the country in gen.
eral, suppose7"
"Country's right enough, l guess.
hain't no kick to make on the land, nor
the water, nor the climate, nor nothin O.
that sort.
"Then why do you dislike to live there
SO muchp"
''It's the society,""
"Oh! Pretty rough, I reckon?"
No, 1T wasn't thet keered for. It's
too tame"
why, supposed it was pretty stirring
out there9"
"Nothin goin on in society except now
an then shootin scrape"
"That sop No churches nor anything
of that kind?'
"Oh thar's churches enough, but them
amt enjoyment like been used to all my
life"
"IndeedS"
"Narry. Now, take it over thar on Pos.
sum ridge, whar was raised, an thar you
find shore 'nough society doins. Why,
blame my buttons, stranger, they don't
have nothin down thar In Oklyhomy. l
been thar two years now, an marry So
ciety event been to the whole time, 'cept-
In once went to hangin."
''Indeedp"
"That's squar, mister. Now, over thar
on Possum ridge it's different Thars
society doin's monty nigh every night, an
q body kin enjoy life."
what kind Of society doings?''
"Waal, a heap o. kinds. Thar's apple
parln's an wool pickin's an pumpkin cut
tins an-say, you've been to them sort O.
doin's, hain't your
"No; never had the pleasure"
"Waal, great lan's- goshen, you don't
know what 1t is to live, an you've missed
more fun than you could shake stick
at"
II presume so."
II know it. Then thar's the hoedowns.
Talkin about funl Thar's whar you
find it In great chunks an gobs. My skin,
mister, but feel like I'd give $40 jest for
the chance to shake my foot to the chune
Of The Little Brown jug as old Asa Cobb
used to play 1t on his old tiddle!'
$50 you're going back to Possum
ridge'"
"Yon bet. ! hain't got so powerful
many years to live, an while do live
want to enjoy life Then got six chill
dren to raise, an want 'em to have ad-
vantages l amt in for lettin 'em grow
up like heather. want 'em to have so.
ciety raisin, an they shall have it If have
to bust q hamstring a-givin 1t to 'em."
"That's right"
bet yer pelt. Waal, far'well. We must
be joggln on toward the Ian O. promise
whar thar's society an society doin's. -
New York Tribune.