Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1907-10-24
Mans Work
and WOn1an'S
By Caroline B. LeROw

copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
Its just glorious to be independent
Of the whole tribe of them!" Pen
slops exclaimed, shaking the reins
ever the horses back, while she tick.
led him between the ears with the
whip-lash.
xix! XIX! klk!" clucked Ethel,
MAKE him go faster, can't you? We
shall be late to dinner"
Dinner! What's dinner compared
to this discussion?" contemptuously
inquired Huldah, readjusting her spec.
tacles.
"Oh, you always enjoy talking upon
your favorite topic," rejoined Ethel.
Nov for my part, I'm very far from
being man-hater. Men are very
nice indeed on some occasions, and
And the idea that women can't
drive!" interrupted Penelope. why,
driving is just the easiest thing
Huldah shrugged her shoulders.
"Of course it's easy. The idea.
But when we started off I heard
say-of course he didn't suspect that
! heard him-that any woman could
drive till something happened"
"Something happened, indeed" re-
peated Penelope, Indignantly.
"Oh, mercy" screamed Ethel "See
him shake his head! What do you sup.
pose ails him." And she wildly clutch,
ed my arm as she asked the ques.
ton.
Nothing ails him." I answered,
"but flies. There's nothing to be fright,
ened at
Don't you think he wants water?"
she next inquired.
1T won't do any harm to try the
experiment" And thus saying, Pen,
elope drove to the side of the road
where the water gushed from a spring.
The frantic plunges of the horses
head left US no doubt of his desire to
drink.
But why on earth, then, don't he
drink" walled Ethel.
Penelope watched him intently.
II declared" she burst out at last
"They must have harnessed him
wrong. He can't get his head down.
Isn't that too bad!"
IF we only knew what the mat.
ter was," remarked practical Huldah
"Girls, did any of you ever harness a
horse?"
Not one of us ever had.
Its a mans work to harness
horses" Ethel declared, to which HUI.
dab responded: "No more than it is
to drive them"
Ethel looked thoughtful.
I'm not so sure of that. 1t seems
somehow unwomanly and"
"Unwomanly!" scoffed Huldah.
Here, Penelope, make him stand still
while I get out and see."
But her descent seemed the signal
for him to do the very opposite of
standing still. With one more Wig.
orous shake, he started off in spite
of chorus Of "Whoas!" from our
emitted threats. Huldah toiled after
him, painting.
, The sun was blazing overhead; the
dust was ankle deep Under foot, and
that horse wouldn't stop, except spas,
medically and at long intervals, not
long enough for Huldah, who occasion.
ally overlook the vehicle, to get into
it. Penelope was rigid, and showed
in every feature her oppressive sense
of responsibility. Ethel was plainly
frightened.
ooh, whoa! Do whoa!" burst from
her lips almost in a groan.
This time he whoaed, but we shall
never know whether it was on &C.
count of Ethels eloquence, or the
fact, first discovered by Huldah, as
she came up the road, that a part of
the harness was dangling around his
heels.
I There was a general wall.
"What shall we do?"
IF there were only man with us
who could" I began impulsively, then
stopped terrified at the audacity of my
own tongue. Penelope turned and
glared at me, but I felt deep con-
viction that it was more for the sake
of keeping up appearances and re-,
naming true to her theories, than
from any practical disagreement with
my proposition.
The horse stood perfectly still, and
for minute we were all as still as he
was, all save Huldah, who was fan
ming herself desperately with her
hat.
"Well, this is certainly an exhil-
arating situation" she remarked at
last.
1t certainly was. Every sane person
would have agreed with her. Six
miles at least from home, the same
number from the place where we were
intending to dine, and over a mile from
the nearest house.
1--WE can't stay here all day. We shall
have roast goose for dinner if we
do" loosely ventured Penelope, and
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