Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-04-10

ing to devote himself to Ccrdelia and
his reading By his suppressed jubi-
lance Cordelia knew the horse was act
ing magnifcently and realizing all
JoeFs dreams of a colt with such pedi-
gree
Lands sake, Mis- Brown said Miss
Field, a neighbor with lisp and sniff,
they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse
as he gave one hundred and fifty dollars
gold coin for, amt no iivelier than your
colt, an if it comes to a trade, yourn
might be the better in the long run"
She awaited CordSlia's answer with
her usual sniff.
Cordelia crossed her hands and said
slowly:
Miss Field, 1 don't hold to colts, no.
how"
ITO be sure-to be sure-to be sure"
said the Miss Field, as if pacifying on a
subject upon which Cordelia was rabid.
Yet, all the same, the next week Miss
Field took occasion to remark:
Mis- Mo rrow seems to look down On
all others small potatoes, now her
husband lets her drive a blooded boss
to neeting-not that you want to hear
of bosses, anyhow. Do you low as
your colt is speedy as Deacon Nor
row's?''
1T is Joels colt, not mine"
ITO be sure-to be sure. Well, you'll
be at the camp meeting next Sunday?'
This was prime cruelty, and Cordelia
knew it as such; for Cordelia must
either ask Joel to drive her there (Joel
never went to church or meeting), or
else she must ask n ride behind Deacon
Morrow's blood horse. Cordelia was
still Cordelia; but more, Cordelia was a
woman.
Yes, I'll be there. Mr.. Brown will
be for driving me, guess"
ITO be sure-to be sure I hope it
will be profitable to Mister Brown. He
has my prayers. Some people do say
| as how they don't see for the life of
them how you came to marry an I'M
converted man, anyhow"
There are conversions through the
| heart, Miss Field, and there be only
| conversions through the tongue, Miss
| Field
| Miss Field fastened to inform her
friends that Cordelia, to her mind
was back-sliding for one of Cordelia's
| pretensions, seeing how as she even
| dressed different, to show different ,as it
| might be-
Mister Brown-Joel, I should like
| you to drive me to camp meeting next
| Sunday"
| Cordelia had closed the spray: Joel
| had laid down his booll-he was dream
| ing. Mother earth was cool and sweet;
| the scent of orange blossom was in the
| air; an orange fell on the ground with a
| happy little thud of content. A whinny
| from Enid completed the calm peace of
the place.
Joel was sensible that it was a grave
request.
T will 6riv Of
-but-but Cordelia, L think that old
Betsy's lame; anyhow, if you kin bring
| your mind to it, L will drove powerful
slow-with Enid
| Enid heard her name and took a high
stepping little flourish round the pad
dock. Cordelia sighed gently and was
silent for a few minutes.
| Joel, am minding if it does not hurt
| you to drive her, it will not hurt me to
be driven
| This was the nearest to a love speech
| that Cordelia had ever made to Joel. The
| barometer of Joel's humor rose CORE
| spondingly-in fact, Cordelia had to
say aloud to preserve her own cool equi-
librium: Men are that foolish, they
be better than a boy with bag of
| nuts and n new pocketllnife, if any
| thing happens to please Them
Having made up her mind TO it, on the
| Sunday she dressed with more than
usual precision, as if to make up in
neatness and spotless attire for what
| ever of the vanities she might thus be
| countenancing. Joel Brown was true to
| his word. and as Deacon Morrow passed
them with his high-stepper, Cordelia
felt quite comfortably sedate. Miss
Field was enjoying the back seat of the
deacon's rig, and gave friendly, pat
ronizing little nod to Cordelia.
| Enid behaved like the lady of high
| pedigree she was, and beyond a shake of
| the name as the deacon went by, also a
suspicion of Impotence at the slow
| pace, she went to the camp meeting
most becomingly.
| Joel Brown also behaved most be-
comingly when there, and allowed him
! self to be alluded to as "a brand from
| the burning" without the usual twinkle
| at the corners of his mouth. Cordelia
| felt she had passed through Il crisis sat
isfactorily, and no doubt would have
been her own placid self had not Miss
| Field with bor Iitf1a 1iS1, and sniff