The Forrest City times., 1908-08-14

some one questioned her intention to lead. If one O them teams stalls, the whole procession is foored. No, sir. rec! l got good wagons an good team; an I'm goin' through on time, am!"
 The tarpaulin-covered wagons were drawn up in front of the hotel Sally B. inspected everything with the eye Of an old teamster-harness, coup. lings, the adjustment of the load
 Why, ma, you looked 1t all over be- fore,' Viola said, tagging her mother like a shadow.
 T know that; but accidents hap. pens in busy times Then them pesly hostlers might thirk it was funny ter fergit something cause I'm woman. Men think theirselves so smart. That Shack lowed I didn't need any back. actica with my load"
 Well, do you, ma?" Viola only asked to hear her mother vindicate herself before the admiring bystand. CTS.
 Well don't I? Spose I'm goin' to use up yo' paws fine stock a-puttin' all my load on one wagon? What did he send two wagons fur if I wasn't te, use 'em? I'll work that back-action on all the heavy spots, an git the load an yo' paws team inter Virginia ahead of Gid's teams, an in good order. See if l don't."
 ''HOu hot yoI, will N-io1o 1~ claimed with ardor and unusual slang
 The moment for starting came, and Sally B. turned to her lately arrived helper Jimmy Dart. you do yo' pret. tiest fur the shebang an I'll make ye glad she said, and wheeled quickly to hug her dear women folks Viola she held in her arms for a silent mo ment.
 Take keer of her, Stella" she said softly, placing Viola's hand in her teachers. She's the hull world to me"
 T will, Mrs. Sally" Stella saw q tear on the dark check as Sally B wrung bar hand.
 She was a picture as she climbed to the high seat and took up the lines. aptly as Uncle Billy himself Driver, What do l need of driver? I've dri, six Golly, I wish I had a doller fln | every mile I've driv six. the swing team a-buckin' sometimes like a fresh | converted sinner agin Ole Nick She Wore short, dark woolen skirt. a calico waist. a white kerchief around her neck and a mans felt hat It'll last better'n a womans," she told the girls. Hugewristed gaLatlets made her hands look ridiculously small as did the hish-booted foot that swung out on the brake.
 The sun had chased the mercury fI above the hundred mark in shady 1 hooks. On the porch the heat was in. 1 tolerable. Yet the hotel people and i town folk were gathered there to see Sally E. off and Vic Wah had donned four satin coats in her honor
 Sally E. lOosed the brake a trife. 1 called to her leaders, waved a las: goodbye and was off dow n the hill The load shook little and settled to | its long haul, skyward as well as east. ward. The horses. rested and fresh. snorted and tossed their heads. rattled their metal-buekled harness; and one of the swing team danced sidewise down the road and out of sight. Sally B. looked back frequently to see if her freight was riding safely: and at the last turn in sight, took of her hat and swung it to the girls and grandma am. yet watching from the hot porch.
 The crowd soon melted away and left the three alene. Stella put her arms around Viola and they stood SC an instant, both forlorn, oppressed. Yet with one accord they remembered grandma am, and turned to help he, back to her cool room. And in that 1 service the homesick moment was 1 conquered
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