The Way of the Wind

ct outgrowth of the country she so detested, she never came to care for her with that affection which she had felt for her Southern girl friends. Th

nscious bud about Cyclona. She was ignorant of her beauty as a prairie rose. Strange as her life had been, encompass

ve happened. There was only one room. It was built of boards and

house was situated in the

apped

l, you can't tell exactly where any

with his plowing. The rows were a little uneven because the wind blew the horse sidewise and that naturally dragged the plow out of the furrows, but as one rarely sees a straight row of corn in Kansas, Jo

n the direction of the wind. He seldom walks straight or talks s

this peculiarity in Kansas, as I say-Jonathan steadily toiled against the wind, he stopped altogether, and taking out his lunch basket, he removed a pie and sat down

s from one cheek to th

the top. The meringue blew away, but Jonathan contentedly ate

rning with a dust rag in her hand, wiping

g herself on the bed and was quietly

re shaken, but Mrs. Jonathan had lived so long in Kan

en when Cyclona, this girl they had adopted, opened the door and shut it suddenly with herself on the

swiftly passing landscape, the trees, the cows, as

firma and the jar awoke Mrs. Jonathan. She sat up and rub

Kansas walls on account of the winds, so Mrs. Jonathan thought little of this, but the ceiling puzzled her. Instead of arching in the old way, it po

s the matter?' sh

ned away fro

moved,'

he scenery was quite different. It is much further south here, you know, than in the northern part of the St

one, nearly everything, with the exception of the hous

e branches of the large cotton

ed by a man who took his pipe

" he continued, "and began to munch on th

of the tornado's effect, assumed a sylvan

look, but the plough seemed to be in fit enough condition. One handle, slightly bent, had evide

ts hide on?" asked th

w," the Doctor

"to the effec' that a horse was blown a hundred miles in a cyclo

htful silence before the Do

athan walking down the road in her direction. His slice of pi

at?' he asked

rs. Jonathan, beginning, woman-like,

cyclone had interrupted. Between mouthfuls he

exclaimed, 'is the

than ran o

skyward and then, upon second thoughts, had brought it bac

ere, adhering to the roof, they had been brought down with it, so that they hung in festoons all around the outside, the roof, fas

range sight,'

e strung along indiscriminately with Jonathan's trousers, coats, waistcoats and socks. Here and the

the floodgate of her tears loosed once more at sight of her ho

her husband along with the house when it might so easily have divorced them by droppin

just wait till another cyclone comes alo

you know, living in Kansas. One

ked delighted

ottonwood trees near by and a little creek, the same that gurgles by

m one ear to the other when he discovered that his faithful and trusted horse

d, 'better than the part we came from. We'll j

hought, however, he

ther cyclone takes a