Page 30 - In A New World

"That a very excellent object, Mr. Stackpole," said Harry, who felt still
more drawn to his plain, ungainly, but evidently good-hearted companion.

"I think so myself," said Obed simply.

"The other person is your wife, I fancy," said Fletcher.

"I expect she will be my wife when I get forehanded enough," replied
Obed. "It’s Suke Stanwood, one of Farmer Stanwood’s gals. We was raised

together, and we’ve been engaged for nigh on to five years."

"Very romantic!" said Fletcher, but there was a veiled sneer in his tone, as

he scanned with contemptuous amusement the ungainly figure of his
Yankee companion.

"I don’t know much about such things," said Obed, "but I guess Suke and I
will pull together well."

"You are not exactly a young man," said Fletcher. "You’ve waited some

time."

"I’m thirty-nine last birthday," said Obed. "I was engaged ten years ago, but

the girl didn’t know her own mind, and she ran off with a man that came
along with a photograph saloon. I guess it’s just as well, for she was always

rather flighty."

"It is very strange she should have deserted a man of your attractions," said

Fletcher with a smile.

Harry was indignant at this open ridicule of so honest and worthy a fellow
as Stackpole, and he wondered whether the Yankee would be obtuse
enough not to see it. His doubt was soon solved.

"It looks to me as if you was pokin’ fun at me, Fletcher," said Obed, with a

quiet, steady look at the other. "I’m a good-natured fellow in the main, but I
don’t stand any nonsense. I know very well I’m a rough looking chap, and I