Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1924-08-02
Transley had

found in that fact a very considerable
comfort. Y.D. was a shrewd man;
a man who seldom guessed wrong. Zen
did not admit that she was allowing
her father to choose a husband for
/ her, but the fact that her father con-
/ CURED in the choice strengthened her
in It. Transley had in him qualities
which would win not only wealth, but
/ distinction, and she would share In the
laurels. She told herself that it was
a delightful outlook; tbDt she was a
very happy girl indeed-and won-
dered why she was not hRppierl
Particularly she laid It upon herself
that she must now, finally, dismiss
Dennison Grant from her mind. It was
absurd to suppose that she cared more
for Grant than she did for Transley.
The two men were so different; II was
| impossible TO make comparisons. They
occupied quite differass spheres In her
regard. To be sure, Grant was a very
likeable man, but he was NOT eligible
as a husband, and she could not marry
two, In any case. Zen entertained no
girlish decisions about shere being
only one man in the world On the
contrary, she was convinced that there
| were very many men In the world, and,
| among the better types, there was,
perhaps, not so much TO choose be
tween them. Grant would undoubted-
| ly be u good husband within his
means; so would Transley, and his
means were greater. The blue-prints
of the new house in town had not been
| without their effect. Il was a differ
ent prospect from being a foreman's
wife on a ranch. Her father would
| never hear of It,
So she busted herself Eith prepare
lions for the great event, and what
| preparations they were zen" her
| father had said, "for once the lid is
of. Go the limit" She took him at
his word There were many trips to
| town, and activities about the old
ranch buildings such as they had never
| known since Jessie Wilson came to
finish Y.D.'s up-bringlng, nor even
4 then. The good word spread through
ont the fOOthill country and down over
the prairies, and many lazy cloud OF
/ dust lay along the November hillsides
! as the women folk Of neighboring
ranches came to pay their respects
and crafty their curiosity. Zen mad
| treasures to show which sent them
home with new standards of extrava-
gance.
Y.D. had not thought he could be-
come so worked up over simple mat
ter like a wedding Time had dulled
the edge of memory, but even after
making allowances he could not recall
that his marriage to Jessie Wilson had
/ been such an event in his life as this
Ii did not at least reflect so much
! glory upon him personally. He basked
In the reflected glow Of his daughters
beauty and popularity as happily as
the big cat lying on the sunny side of
| the bunk-house He found all sorts o.
i excuses for invading where his pres
ence was little wanted while Zen's
! tinery was being displayed for admlra-
| ton. Y.D. always pretended that such
/
affected a fine Indifference to all this
"women's fuss an feathers" but mis-
affectations deceived at least none Of
the older visitors.
As the great day approached Y.D.'s
/ wife shot a bomb-shell at him "What
/ do you propose to wear for Gems wed
! dtng?" she demanded
whats the matter with the suit
20 to town inY
"YD.," said his wife, kindly, there
are certain little touches which you
overlook. Your town suit IS all right
/ for selling steers, although I won't say
that 1t hasn't outlived its prime even
for that. To attend Zen's wedding it
is-hardly the thing"
IT'S been a good suit" he protest
ed. ct is
ut has. It Is also venerable suit.
But really, YD., it will not do for this
occasion. You must get yourself a new
suit, and white shirt
what DO l want with a white
shlrt?"
1T has to be-" his wife Insisted.
You'll have to deck yourself out in a
new suit and white shirt and collar"
YD. stamped around the room, and
n a moment slipped out. "All fool
nonsense" he confded to himself. on
his way TO the bunk house. ITS all
right for Zen to have good clothes
didn't l tell her to go the limit ?-but
as for me. I amt me that's gettin,
married, Is III standin' up before all
them COW puncherS in a white shirt -
The bitterness Of such disgrace cut
the old rancher no less keenly than
/ the physical discomfort which he fore
east for himself, vet he put his own
desires sufficiently to one side to buy
suit Of clothes, and white shirt and
collar. when he was next in town.
1t must not be supposed that Y.D.
admitted to the salesman that he per.
sonalIy was descending 10 any such
garb.
ITO BE CONTTNUED.)
Immense Wdterspout
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