The Story of a Country TownHowe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
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The Story of a Country Town
Howe, E. W. (Edgar Watson)
Frontier and pioneer life -- Kansas -- Fiction
During all the time I had known him, we had never spoken, except on the
night of my arrival in Twin Mounds, and as I grew stronger I determined
to whip him for the many insolences he had practised upon me; I had half
a mind to stop where I was until he came up, and try it there, but the
uncertainty of the result, and the fact that my appearance would be too
much ruffled at best by the encounter to make myself presentable at a
wedding, induced me to give it up, and wait for a more favorable
opportunity.
When I drove up to The. Meek’s, Agnes was already waiting for me, and
coming out directly, we were soon on the way. Although she was always
neatly dressed, and had a very decided talent in that direction, her
apparel was so gorgeous that day as to cause me new surprise, but when I
looked at it attentively, I was certain it was inexpensive, and that it
was all the work of her own hands. I remember she was particularly gay,
and had I not known differently, I might of thought of her as some
favorite child of good fortune, whose paths were always pleasant. There
was nothing to mar her happiness, it seemed, except the misfortune of
others, which she frequently mentioned, and her sympathy for my mother
was so earnest and gentle that I worshipped her more than ever, though
I had never admitted to myself before that I did not already love her to
the greatest extent possible.
When we arrived at the Shepherds’, Jo met us at the gate, and, after
showing Agnes into the house, went with me out to the stables. For some
reason I became convinced at once that it would be a dreary day, for Jo
was not so glad to see me as I had expected, after the long separation,
and he seemed dissatisfied about something, although I do not believe he
really was. It was a pleasant day, though in December, and after the
horses were put away we walked about, attempting to renew our old
confidences and friendship, but we did not get on as we used to do. He
was the same Jo in most respects, but he had grown thoughtful and
careworn in the last few years, and I mentioned it, to which he replied
with some impatience:--
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