Stewart was firm in wanting to be married at home, so he told Mr. I had never met any of the family and naturally rather dreaded to have them come, but Mr. Pearson, the justice of the peace and a friend of long standing. Stewart saddled Chub and went down to the house of Mr. That having been settled, the license was sent for by mail, and as soon as it came Mr. In Wyoming ranchers can scarcely take time even to be married in the springtime. You see, we had to chink in the wedding between times, that is, between planting the oats and other work that must be done early or not at all. The engagement was powerfully short because both agreed that the trend of events and ranch work seemed to require that we be married first and do our “sparking” afterward. That is very fortunate because I have never had one bit of leisure to repent in. But although I married in haste, I have no cause to repent.
I am afraid you will think me a Becky Sharp of a person. The other reason is the haste I married in. One is I could not even begin without telling you what a good man he is, and I didn’t want you to think I could do nothing but brag. I have often wished I might tell you all about my Clyde, but have not because of two things. Stewart’s “Letters of a Woman Homesteader” continued:Įvery time I get a new letter from you I get a new inspiration, and I am always glad to hear from you.
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