Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1908-07-04

some one questioned her intention to
lead. IF one o. them teams stalls, the
whole procession is fioored. No, sir
reel I got good wagons an a good
team; an I'm goin' through on time, I
ami"
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 it all over be-
FORE" Viola said, tagging her mother
like shadow.
81 know that; but accidents hap
pens in busy times. Then them pesky
hostlers might think it was funny ter
fergit something cause I'm woman.
Men think themselves so smart! That
Shack lowed 1 didn't need any back
action with my load.
well, do you, ma ?''es Viola only
asked to hear her mother vindicate
herself before the admiring bystand-
ers.
We'll, don't L? S'pose 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 ter
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 don't!"
You bet you will, MAJ" Viola ex-
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' pref
iaS fI11- fI<a hnf all VIC
glady'' she said, and wheeled quickly to
hug her dear women folks" Viola
she held in her arms for silent mo-
ment
Take keer of her, Stella she said
softly. placing viola's hand in her
teachers. shes the hull world to
me-
Il will, Mrs. Sally" Stella saw a
tear on the dark cheek as Sally. B
wrung her hand. 2
She was a picture as she climbed
to the high seat and took up the lines
apt1y as Uncle Billy himself. Driver
What do 1 need of a driver? I've driv
six Golly, wish had a doller fur
every mile I've driv six, the swing
team a-buckin' sometimes like a fresh
converted sinner agin Ole Nick"
She wore a short dark wooden skirt
calico waist, white kerchief around
her neck and a mans felt hat. It'll
last better'n a woman's," she told the
girls. Huge-wristed gauntlets made
her hands look ridiculously small, as
did the high-booted foot that swung
| out on the brake
The sun had chased the mercury far
above the hundred mark in shady
hooks. On the porch the heat was in
tolerable. Yet the hotel people and
| town folk were gathered there to see
I$Sally B. of, and Vic Wah had donned
| four satin coats in her honor.
Sally B. 1oosed the brake a trif1e
called to her leaders, waved a last
| goodbye and was OF down the hill
| The load shook a little and settled tc
| its long haul, slzyward as well as east
ward The horses, rested and fresh
| snorted and tossed their heads, ratified
their metal-buckIed harness; and one
| of the swing team danced sidewise
down the road and out of sight Sally
| B. looked back frequently to see if hei
| freight was riding safely; and at the
| last turn in sight, took on her hat and
| swung it to ne girls and grandma'am
! yet watching from the hot porch
| The crowd soon melted away and
left the three alone Stella put hel
arms around Viola and they stood 81
! an instant, both forlorn, oppressed
Yet with one accord they remembered
| grandma am, and turned to help hel
| back to her cool ROOM And in tina
service the homesick moment was
conquered
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
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