The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1905-10-30
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Nick was hard headed fellow with
q good deal of horse sense, while
Cindy was romantic and inclined to
gush. But Cindy was good girl, and
there was every prospect that, once
married, Nick could keep her from
stopping over as he called it.
The Rev. Mr.. Ketchem was duly
announced to preach at the Four Cor
ners. and Nick, in order to humor his
to hear him, it being stipulated that
Nick need not go inside the church, but
be at liberty to sit on the fence during
service and white. The day was fine
and the air bracing. Cindy was en-
raptured with the beautiful Sunday
morning, which she said even without
church bells didn't seem like com
mon week day. AS the distance be-
tween her and the church lessened she
grew excited at the near prospect of
coming under the spell of man who
was accustomed to wiring repentant
tears from sinners.
''Oh, Nick" she said. Il hope won't
make a goose of myself"
II hope You WON'T said the matter
Of fact Nick.
You're not sympathetic" she re-
piled tartly.
Not with 'sloppin' over"
Il don't call repentance 'slOppin'
over" -:
What y been dom to repent Off"
"Nothin'," she snapped.
We'll. then, what's the use of re-
pentin'?'
You don't understand such things
You amt never been convicted"
Il hain't been indicted yit." 81
At that moment the wagon went
over rut and something cracked. The
result was that they were obliged to
walk the horse the rest Of the way,
and when they reached the church the
sermon had begun. Nick let Cindy out
at the door and then drove to the shed.
Nick was joined on the fence by
several acquaintance, who whitfield
and talked crops and stock. Through
them Nick learned something pertain
ing to what was going on in the
church that interested him. He got
down off the fence and sauntered to
the door Looking in, there in one Of
the rear seats he saw Cindy. She was
leaning forward. her eyes fairly glued
to the man in the pulpit. It was evil
dent that she was drinking in all he
said. AS he warmed to his subject
she trembled with emotion. Nick
looked over the congregation and saw
that no one else was giving way to the
eloquence of the preacher, which was
very ordinary. We love our ideals
for their transcendent qualities and
our realities for, their faults. Nick
wished to save his beloved from max
ing herself ridiculous. He kept an
eye on her till the preacher brought
his fist down on the pulpit mildly.
when he saw her bury her face In her
handkerchief and burst into tears.
Nick slipped behind her and whis-
pered
''Cindy. you're barkin' up the wrong
tree. That red headed young felier
hain't Mr.. Ketchem. He's student
from the seminary
Cindy kept her head down and her
face buried In her handkerchief, but
not to hide the emotion induced by a
paragon Of OratOry. She was hiding
her chagrin at her mistake.
During the drive home Cindy made
NO move to converse, and Nick, re-
speeding her feelings. kept silent. At
last her head sank on his shoulder and
he knew that for the future he had q
curb for her whenever she proposed to
"slop over
But Nick never had any occasion to
use 1t. Clndy had learned lesson
not to be forgotten. and from that
time forward she was an adept at
t,odera ting her transports.
FLORA MILLIGAE.