The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky
by Stephen Crane
The
gre
pull
was
wh
onward
wi
such
dignity
of
motion
th
a
glan
fr
the
window
seemed
simp
to
prove
that
the
plains
of
Tex
were
pouring
eastward.
Va
flats
of
green
grass,
dull-hued
spaces
of
mesquite
and
cactus,
little
gro
of
frame
hou
woods
of
light
and
tender
trees,
all
were
sweeping
into
the
east,
sweeping
over
the
hori
a
pr
A
newly
married
pair
had
boarded
th
coach
at
San
Antonio.
The
man's
fa
was
reddened
from
many
days
in
the
wind
and
sun,
and
a
direct
result
of
his
new
black
clothes
was
th
his
brick-colored
hands
were
con
performing
in
a
most
conscious
fashion.
Fr
ti
to
ti
he
looked
down
respectf
at
his
attire.
He
sat
wi
a
hand
on
ea
knee,
like
a
man
waiti
in
a
bar
shop.
The
glanc
he
devoted
to
ot
passen
we
furtive
and
shy.
The
bri
was
not
pretty,
nor
was
she
ve
young.
She
wore
a
dress
of
blue
cashmere,
with
small
reservations
of
velvet
he
and
there
and
wi
steel
buttons
abounding.
She
continually
tw
her
he
to
regard
her
puff
sleeves,
very
stiff,
stra
and
high.
They
embarrassed
her.
It
was
quite
app
that
she
had
cooked,
and
that
she
expected
to
co
dutiful
The
blush
caused
by
the
careless
scrutiny
of
some
passengers
as
she
had
ente
the
car
were
strange
to
see
upon
this
plain,
under-class
countenance,
which
was
dra
in
placid,
almo
emotionless
lines.
They
were
evidently
very
happy.
"Ever
been
in
a
parlor-car
before?"
he
asked,
smiling
with
delight.
"No,"
she
an
"I
ne
was.
It's
fine,
ain
it?"
"Gr
And
th
after
a
wh
we'll
go
for
to
the
din
and
get
a
big
la
Finest
me
in
the
world.
Ch
a
dollar."
"Oh,
do
they?"
cri
the
br
"Charge
a
dolla
Why,
that's
too
much
--
for
us
--
ai
it,
Ja
"Not
this
tr
anyhow,"
he
answer
bravely.
"W
going
to
go
the
whole
thin
Later,
he
explained
to
her
about
the
tr
"You
see,
it's
a
thousand
miles
fr
one
end
of
Texas
to
the
othe
and
this
tra
runs
rig
across
it
and
ne
stops
but
four
tim
He
had
the
pride
of
an
ow
He
pointed
out
to
her
the
dazzling
fittings
of
the
coach,
and
in
truth
her
eyes
open
wid
as
she
contemplated
the
sea-green
figured
velv
the
sh
brass,
silver,
and
gl
the
wood
that
gleamed
as
darkly
brilliant
as
the
surface
of
a
po
of
oil.
At
one
end
a
bronze
figu
sturd
held
a
support
for
a
separat
chamber,
and
at
convenient
places
on
the
ce
were
fresc
in
olive
and
silver.
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