dust that we were
almost choked.

[Footnote 2: The story of Cora Belle is told in _Letters of a Woman
Homesteader_.]

Mrs. O'Shaughnessy determined to drive ahead; so she trotted up
alongside, but she could not get ahead. The young people were
giggling. Mrs. O'Shaughnessy doesn't like to be the joke all the time.
Suddenly she leaned over toward them and said: "Will ye tell me
something?" Oh, yes, they would. "Then," she said, "which of you are
Tea and which Coffee?"

Their answer was to drive up faster and stir up a powerful lot of
dust. They kept pretty well ahead after that, but at sundown we came
up with them at the well where we were to camp. This well had been
sunk by the county for the convenience of travelers, and we were
mighty thankful to find it. It came out that our young couple were
bride and groom. They had never seen each other until the night
before, having met through a matrimonial paper. They had met in Green
River and were married that morning, and the young husband was taking
her away up to Pinedale to his ranch.

They must have been ideally happy, for they had forgotten their
mess-box, and had only a light lunch. They had only their lap-robe for
bedding. They were in a predicament; but the girl's chief concern was
lest "Honey-bug" should let the wolves get her. Though it is scorching
hot on the desert by day, the nights are keenly cool, and I was
wondering how they would manage with only their lap-robe, when Mrs.
O'Shaughnessy, who cannot hold malice, made a round of the camp,
getting a blanket here and a coat there, until she had enough to make
them comfortable. Then she invited them to take their meals with us
until they could get to where they could help themselves.

I think we all enjoyed camp that night, for we were all tired. We were
in a shallow little canyon,--not a tree, not even a bush except
sage-brush. Luckily, there was plenty of that, so we had roaring
fires. We sat around the fire talking as the blue shadows faded into
gray dusk and the big stars came out. The newly-weds were, as the
bride put it, "so full of happiness they had nothing to put it in."
Certainly their spirits overflowed. They were eager to talk of
themselves and we didn't mind listening.

They are Mr. and Mrs. Tom Burney. She is the oldest of a large family
of children and has had to "work out ever since she was big enough to
get a job." The people she had worked for rather frowned upon any
matrimonial ventures,