The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-01-15
COWBOY AND CORSET.

DAAAAS - NAA LCAo ia ~
ranch an KEEP ON a bein yer own self,
stead O. driftin off the range to the city
an a maxim a play to be a high toned
Teddy. Yo' amt like yo' used to be, Gas.
sic"
There was a scowl ON the cowboys
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 a panied look as she toyed with
the buckskin wrist loop which depend
ed from the handle of the six shooter in
his belt.
81 knowM Jest how it would be, " he
continued. "When yer pop got the mo-
ton into his head that yo' must be edi-
Gated an be a Teddy, I toll him it'd Spite
20. 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 crittsx SIGH as the riders o. the
ranges" ru
But Bob, " the girl interrupted. ~
am not changed in my feelings toward
You. ! love you just as we'll as I 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 Iact so after / had studied SO hard
to make of myself lady worthy of such
d man as you. / know I'm not like /
used to be. I am not rough and wild
like l was nee ! dress better, and I
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 a wart ON the face of SO.
ciety. That's just what she said, Bob,
in her W words, and / feel like cry
ing at the way you act"
I'D a whole lot rather see yo' q good
healthy wart on the face o. society than
to see yo' q dab O. bright paint on n 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'.
l wouldn't, / sw'ar / wouldn't. NJ wo-
man kin make a rancher q good wife
that years a fashion pack saddle an
punches up her name like yours is bunch
ed. / mout git over the curl business in
time, but ! amt never goin to have no
wife that'H 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.
"Oh, Bob, Bob. You naughty boy!
Is it my poor little corset that has come
between us to ward off your love? Oh, |
l must laugh; for it's really the funni-
est thing / yer heard of! Why, Bob, /
could never live without a corset. IL is
such a support and comfort, and you
know, you wicked boy, that my figure
Ii much prettier than it was before I
went to Dallas. Isn't ii, now?''
She placed her hands against her
waist and waltzed saucily around SO
that he could inspect her neat form.
mo, faint, faint 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 rs much sense i'm cinchin mn cows
to make 'em look purity. Yo'd laugh
yer eyes out TO see IA 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 a
gal ats got more savoy than to wear
slch monstrousities, r else I never will
double up In matermony long as I live.
Throw en- away, Cassie, or yo' an me
won't be nothin much to each other no
mo-"
Bob, won't make a fool of myself
Tor a 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 go and roundup a girl
that's willing to put up with your non
sense"
Ihe little girl was angry now, and
with a spiteful f1irt of her skirts she
turned from him and went into the
house. Her anger was like a passing
summer cloud, and when in a few mo-
nents 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.
tielecf dress to the waters of the Brazos.
which a nea the house, but she could
not for q moment co~untenance such an
unreasonable within ON Boh's part. and
with set teeth and clinched hands she
vowed that ii her lover took her to wife
the corset must be included i'm The i'm.
ventory OF her personal effects
Days sped by, and Bob passed and re-
passed her about the house seemingly az
obliyious of her presence as if she were
o thousand miles away. Only once did
he notice her, when. in maidenly des-
peration at his GOODNESS, she asked:
rAin't ron never going to make mn.
0Ob9v
Not till you skin on that iufernal
pack saddle. Z was the surly reply.
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