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
The people thought a great deal of him, as he was kind and gentle, and
preached a religion less rigorous than my father’s had been, and they
were useful to him in so many ways that he was greatly pleased with the
people and the community, for I think he had never lived in a place
before where he was of so much importance. Therefore it was plain that
he was annoyed by Bragg’s impertinence, and I thought Mateel and her
mother shared the feeling. He sat with them during the services, but
went out in a rude way immediately after the preaching was over, giving
the people to understand as plainly as he could that he thought them
inferior. Through the open door from where I sat I could see him
standing out at the gate like an evil spirit, and I could not help
thinking that Fairview was progressing, for all sorts of people were
coming in. I had never seen a man like this one before, for we knew by
his manner that he lived without work.
When the people came out he walked ahead of them, as though fearing he
would be trampled upon, and seemed anxious to get away. To this end he
unhitched the minister’s horses, and, after turning their heads
homeward, sat holding them impatiently, until the family concluded their
greetings with those who crowded around them, amusing himself by chewing
bits of hay and spitting them out spitefully.
When it was announced that the family would spend the time at our house
until the evening service, he was evidently displeased, as he had
probably thought to pass a pleasant afternoon at the home of the
Shepherds’ in abusing the Fairview people, but though I thought at first
he would get out of the wagon, and walk back to town, he seemed to
reconsider finally, as if it was worth his time to see how the animals
lived.
All this I imagined while looking at him, for he said nothing, and when
I rode in the seat in front of him (which I did at the invitation of
Mateel) I was certain he was frowning all the way, and thinking of me as
a fine specimen for a museum. His presence chilled me, as it did all the
others, and I said nothing during the ride, fearing he would snap my
head off. I felt, too, that, though the others disliked him, they were
afraid of his tongue, should he find occasion to use it, and I drove as
rapidly as I could to get rid of him.
When he was introduced to Agnes he stared at her with cold surprise, as
he would look at a particular animal in a flock driven up for his
inspection, should one of them prove finer than he had expected, and
Agnes turned and left the room. Mateel soon followed her, and I thought
that she went out to apologize for her rude acquaintance. They both
remained away until dinner was ready, and I found that they were
good-naturedly helping my mother, who was greatly pleased. Indeed, they
all deserted Bragg, leaving him alone in the best room a greater part of
the time, my father and Mr. Shepherd finding it convenient to examine a
lot of young trees lately planted in the orchard.
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