The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-03
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II should be :. delightful country to
live. in, for the women
they all say SO. We used to have
an adage to the effect that America
was paradise for women-purgatory
for men-and, we'll, an entirely differ
ent sort of place for oxen" r.. ~
There was no doubt that Yates had
way of getting along with people.
AS he looked at his companion he was
gratitied to note just the faintest sus-
plclon OF a smile lowering about her
lips. Before she could answer, if she
had intended to do so, there was
quick clatter of hoofs on the hard road
ahead and next instant all elegant
buggy, whose slender jet-black pol
ished spokes flashed and twinkled in
the sunlight, came dashing past the
wagon. On seeing the two walking to-
gether the driver hauled up his team
with a suddenness that was evidently
not relished by the spirited dapple
span he drove.
Hello, Margaret" he cried; IAN
late? Have you walked in all the way?"
,''sHou are just in good time" an
swered the girl, without looking to-
wards Yates, who stood aimlessly
twirling his cane. The young woman
put her foot on the buggy step and
sprang lightly in beside the driver. It
needed no second glance to see that he
was her brother, 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-
united her to place the buster that COW
ered his knees over her own lap as
we'll. The FESTIVE team trotted rapidly
down the road for 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
y u.
flake 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 out, 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
it 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 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 briskly 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.
Il will" said Yates, shortly, striding
to the 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 your cried the young man.
The light and glittering carriage zap
idly disappeared up the Ridge road
Bartlett sat there for one moment
the picture of bafled rage. Then he
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,
eh? / like your cheek Touch nv
horses an me a-holdin' the lines Now.
you hear me? Your traps comes right
off here on the road. You hear me?''>
':Oh, anybody within mile can hear
you"
''Kin they? Well, off comes your
pesl1y tent"
mo, it doesn't"
Don't it, ch? Well, then, you'lllick
me fust, and that's something no Yanl1
ever did, nor kin do"
'I'll do it with pleasure"
''Come, come" cried the professor,
getting down on the road, 'this has
gone far enough. Keep quiet, Yates.
Now, Mr.. Bartlett, don't mind it, He
meant no disrespect."
Don't You interfere. You're all
right, an amt got nothin' ag'in you.
But I'm goin' to thrash that Yank
within an inch Of his life; see if don't.
We met 'em in 1912, an we fit 'em, an
we licked 'em, an we can do it ag'in.
I'll learn We to take my horses by the
head"