Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1895-09-26

"Aren't the girls pretty-in your
country"
Yates made a 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. II 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 =" his
cane as he said this, and Dor" himself
with that air Of conscious Superiority
which naturally pertain T" .'ii7'
of the metropolis. bat uy'I III Inc
states we think the men should do all
the work and that the women, should
we'll, spend the money. | must do
our ladies the Justice To say tn at they
attend strictly to their share Of the ar
rangcment."
1T should he n delightful count 20
live in, for the women"
They all say 81. We ~ - nav'
an adage To the effcct thu; .,r.Hri.s
was paradise for .u'cr Ururg story
for men-and, well, IA. .niir >iy differ
ent sort of place for oxen"
There was no doubt that Yates had
a way of getting along with people.
As he looked Mt his companion he W
gratliied Ia note just the faintest s,r
pision of a smile lowering abor'
lips Before she could answer
had intended to do So, there
quick clatter Of hoofs on the ha-
ahead and next instant
buggy, whose slender jet
ishcd spokcs flashed and t
| the sunlight, came dashiTg
wagon. TN seeing the twoN
gether the driver hauled up
with suddenness that wasf
not relished 10y the spirited.
span he drove.
"lIello, Margaret he cried
late? Have you walked In all the
"Iou are just in good tim6
swered the girl, without looking
wards Yates, who stood aiml,
twirling his cane. The young wor
put her foot on the buggy step 9.
sprang lightly In beside the driver.
needed no second glance to see that
was her lrother, 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
mittcd 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 a 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 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-hnlf 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 heavy wagon
was in no danger of being run into by
. 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 ont, or I'll
have the law ON you"
1.-The law ragged Bartlett; You just
try It on"
"Should think you'd had enough Of
II by this time"
''Oh! don't. don't, Henry" protested
the girl, in distress.
"There amt no law" yelled Bartlett,
that kin make a man with a load move
out for anything"
"You haven't any load, unless it's in
that Jug"
Yates saw with CONSERVATION that
the 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 brislsly forward and said to
Bartlett:
Better drive aside a little and let
them pass"
"You tend to your own business!"
cried the thoroughly enraged farmer.
II WILL" said Yates, shortly, striding
to che horses heads. He took them by
the bits, and in spite Of Bartlett's male
dictions and pulling at the lines he
drew them to one side so that the bug
gy got by.
"Thank youv' cried the young man.
The light and glittering carriage rap
idly disappeared up the Ridge road.
Bartlett sat there for one moment
the picture Of bafiled rage. Then h,
threw the reins down on the backs of
his patient horses and descended. You
take my horses by the head. do you,
you good-fur-nuthin' Yank? You do,
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