Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1897-04-08
.tney do say as Deacon Morrow's horse

l.'they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse
as he gave one hundred and fifty dollars
gold coin for, amt no livelier than your
colt, an if it comes to trade, yourn
might be the better in the long rum"
She awaited Cordelia's answer with
her usual sniff.
| Cordeiia crossed her hands and said
slowly:
miss Field, / 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 as small potatoes, now her
husband let's her drive blooded boss
to meeting-not that you want to hear
of bosses, anyhow. Do you low as
your colt is as speedy as Deacon Nor
| row's?" $50 2Maat
ut is Joel's colt, not NINE"
''To be sure-to be sure. Well, you'll
be at the camp meeting next SundayY'
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 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" a..
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, / should like
you to drive me 10 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
| 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.
eyes, will drive you there, of course
! --but-but Cordelia, l think that old
| Betsy's lame; anyhow, if you kin bring
your mind to it, will drove powerful
| slow-with Enid" .....fra
Enid heard her name and took high
stepping little flourish round the pad
dock. Cordelia sighed gently and was
silent for few minutes.
Joel, l am minding if it does not hurt
you to drive her, it will not hurt me to
| he driven"
This was the nearest to love speech
! that Cordelia had ever made to Joel. The
| barometer of Joel's humor rose corre-
| spondingly-in fact, Cordelia had to
| say aloud to preserve her own cool equi-
librium: Men are that foolish. they
be no better than a boy with bag of
nuts and new pocketlnife, 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 yanities she might thus be
his word. and as Deacon Morrow passed
them with his highstepper, 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 Cordela.
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 20 as "a brand from
| at the corners of his mouth. Cordela
felt she had passed through n crisis sat
isfactorily, and no doubt would have
| been her own placid self had not Miss
Field, with her little lisp and sniff, re-
marked, as Cordelia was stepping into
the buggy, that of course she would
want to be getting off, so as to get in
before dark; Deacon Morrow had no
call to hurry, rs the horse was that swift
no doubt the deacon would pass them
on the road, so they need not say good
night. etc.
| The air was sweet ind refreshing; the
first evening breeze waited over them
like a bencdiction; for the day had been
hot one and the exhortations fervid
Womanlike, with the grateful breeze
came q relaxation of her nerves, and
Cordelia gave vent to a remark most
"techy" for her after camp meeting.
Miss Field car act as aggravating as
a spoiled cat"
| I,t 81,