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kitchen.”
is expecUsl .to go to sleep early 1
heard somethin' that night I never
"H lg house, little house"—
should have got on to otherwise.
Conlinui-d from first page.
"Mr. Smithson," I says.
The pain had got easy, and I was
“ You’ re golu’ to marry Mr. Smithson
«o in ‘ii uro on the gallery l»y thuir-
dozin’ a little when voices waked un
and
live
In
a
little
house,"
says
Mary,
selvcs.
it was not light enough to s«*e the
lookin' at Daphne and laughin’.
Johnny Duvnl march«*» right up and
"T h at leaf hail one too many prongs, fa«*es, but a woman was speakiif wlu-n
apologize» for losln' his patience.
I ’m afraid,” says Smithson,
“ llo w I commenced to listeu.
Daphne shrugs her shoulders and about it, Miss Donaldson?"
"1 suppose Kluier Stoner s«-nt you
says nothin'. Hut Mary looks at him
"L o v e," begins Daphne, toyin’ with «ait here, too?" slu* says
with sympathy.
es." says the man. "but I'll sweat
that chain o f hers. “ Love is like hap
“ It’s pretty hard work to have to do piness and everything else—It has a to you I «lidu't know you were here
tw ice on account o f somebody’s Ig relative value. It depends on who Is until I was within five miles of the
norance,” she says.
in the ‘little house.’ ’’ She gits up and ranch."
Johnny looks at Mary, grateful.
goes to the door; then she stops.
"And then it was too late to turn
Then Duplinc bolls over.
“ The 'little houses' where love ex- 1 back." she says
"You western men can do Just one ists.” she says, lookin’ straight at
".Not if I had known you were tlirtln
thing,” she says, scornful. “ You can Smithson, “ are more complete than with a «•owpuneher who is far heueatb
work cattle with all the rldln' and the ‘big houses' that are only for show you every way
And so soon!" he adds
other things that appertain. Hut put and t«> keep pace with the bunch.”
ill a hard voice
one o f you back In civilization and
Then she walks In the house.
"T h e cowpitncher and that little Till
you’d have to drive n dray for a
"I'd about as soon mine would come hert person are wrapped tip In each
livin’.”
out ’pigpen* if It couldn't be 'big other, so your flirtation won't do you
“ Poor people have poor ways, but house.’ I’ ve Mv«*d In littl«‘ houses and any good." she retorts
"Oh. Hurry." >h«- goes on. "you only
ain't that a honest way to make a liv kitchens all my days." Mary says, with
wanted to In* rid of hi «*!'
And l heat
in'?" says Johnny and turns on his a sigh.
“ You’ll never know the relative val her voh*e «*a!«*h
heel, spurs Jinglin', and goes In the
ue till you've tried both, says Smith-
•Daphne, it's so like yon «f ar
Dm
house.
When she lias gone In get a divorce from n e. run pway and
1 could see Mary was please«! plumb son to Mary
the bouse, t«»«>. he turns to me.
hi«!**, anuis*. ymtrsclf w th another man
through
“ Women, my friend, are alike the and t!u*n lay tin* blame **n me Now
The rest of ns boys says nothin', and
I «lon't mind tl e blame ‘ In* says
directly Mary goes out to a mes«pilte world over." In* says, sorter bitter
bush a few f«»«*t from the house ami “ Hut Just the same we can't «lo with
*‘«!o«l knows I've b«*«*u lonely with
picks off a leaf
out them."
out It. hut I wonder if w, con«! patch
“ No. sir." I replh's emphatic.
She conies back to the f*Hit o f the
th»**n iii* «»nr live-.« u kn w The ,t;t •
The n«*xt «lay that blamed little TullHWt is a p <>r sub t'to fe f >i \o'i
gallery steps and says: “ Somebody
name this
I'm goto' to tell Miss pltchln' "baby" hors«* of mine turns
I prnppi d m* sdt np on my «• l«>w
over with me and breaks my ankle,
Daphne’.** fortune."
A Idg ro.ii i ns I in»-*!* was b -
Just then Smithson saunters out. and and bivnkln that leg «l«»ne for me pcepin o*«*i the edge ot the w ord and
what «m«1 of thes** h«*r«* Japanese a man was lentdii against ;i post of tin*
I says, " I ’ ve named It."
"H lg house, little house, pigpen. 1
* screens they set In tin* corner of the giillery with his :*rnvs aiound a w-un
an. whose head was down on his spoil'
kitchen,” says Mary, pluckin' off a stage d«s*s for tlu* show business
They put me to I h < i I In the east room, der
prong and throw In' It sw ay with each
which has windows opeidn on the
"house.”
"A n yh ow ." «he says, d.ahhtn at h«*t
“ Hlg house, little house, pigpen. | fronf gallery and because an tuvalid eye* with a Httte white speck ot a
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one **ls«> anil there never will he
“ W e’ll go l-.ome bunn'Tow." tie says
soothin'
The curtain ought to come down as
tin*v kiss but (liete wasn't none, ami
that moon was *•> b'-igbt I just com
promised by pullin' the slun-t up over
my In-ail
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