Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-07-31
The Daily Story
The Man She MARKEDLY F. A. Mitchell.
Copyrighted. 1914. by Associated Literary Bureau

! says nothin'. But Mary looks AZ ~
with sympathy.
IT'S pretty hard work to have 10 =.
twice On account Of somebody. =
norance," she says.
Johnny looks at Mary. grateful
Then Daphne bolls over. ~
You western men can do ina.
thing" she says, scornfui. "You -
work cattle with all the rjd,n, ~
other things that sppertain. But -.
one of you back in civilization ~
you'd have to drive a dray FOR
Twin"
Poor people have poor ways. IN,
amt that a honest way to make \,
inn" says Johnny and turns on n.
heel, spurs jinglin', and goes in ~
house.
I could see Mary was pleased p,ur,
through.
The rest of as boys says nothin'. ana
directly Mary goes out TO a meson,,a
bush a few feet from the housa 40
picks off q leaf.
She comes back to the foot n, ~.
gallery steps and says: "somebodv
name this. I'm goin' to tell M,
Daphne's fortune"
Just then Smithson saunters out and
/ says, I've named It"
Big house. little house, pipns,
Kitchen" says Mary, pluckin' of
prong and THROWN it away with each
house"
big house. little house. pigpeu
kitchen"
big house, little house,
Mr.. Smithson," / says.
You're goin' to marry Mr.. smithsca
and live in litcle borse," says Mar,
lookin' at Daphne and laughin'.
"That leaf had one too many prozzs
I'm afraid" says Smithson. 'HoE
about 1t, Miss Donaldson
Love-" begins Daphne, toyin' VIII
that chain Of hers. Love is Ike hap
piness and everything eIse-it has
relative value. 1t depends on who !.
in the little house," She gifts up and
goes to the door; then she stops.
THE little houses where love Ell.
ists," she says, lookin' straight a
Smithson. 'are more complete thss
the big houses that are only for show
and to keep pace with the bunch"
Then she walks in the house.
I'D about as soon mine would cors
out 'pigpen' If it couldn't be 'bls
house. I've lived in little houses and
kitchens all my days." Mary says, witt
a sigh.
you'll never know the relative val
ne till you've tried BOTH" says Smith
son to Mary. When she has gone n
the house, too, he turns to me.
women, my friend, are alike. ths
world over" he says, sorter bitter
"But just the same we can't do with
out them"
mo, sir" replies emphatic.
The next day that blamed little
pitchin' ''baby" horse of mine tur,s
over with me and breaks my ankle.
and breakin' that leg done for Ne
what one of these here JapaDes.
screens they set in the corner of TIE
stage does for the show business.
They put me to bed in the east roons
which has windows openin' on Tie
front gallery, and because an invalid
is expected TO go to sleep early
heard somethin' that night 1 never
should have got on to otherwise.
The pain had got easy, and l was
dozin' a little when voices walked me
1t was not light enough to see the
faces, but q woman was speakin when
I commenced to listen.
'I suppose Elmer Stoner sent you
out here, too?" she says.
"Yes," says the man, but III swear
to you I didn't know you were here
until I was within five miles OF the
ranch"
"And then it was too late to turn
back" she says.
Not If l had known you were nlrun
with a cowpuncher who is FAR Denea.S
you every way. And so SOON! ne auus
In Il hard voice.
1.-THE cowpuncher and that little TAI
bert person are wrapped up in eacn
other, so your Irritation won't 90 you
any good she retorts.
"Oh, Harry" she goes on, you ONLY
wanted to be rid of met! And peai
her voice catch.
Daphne. it's so like you, dear 70.
yet a divorce from me, run away az
hide, amuse yourself with another naH
md then lay the blame on me. NV
don't mind the blame" he says
God knows I've been lonely wiz
tut IT, but / wonder il we could pau
hem up-our lives, you know. The h.e'
Talbert is a poor substitute for you
/ propped myself up on my elbow.
a big. round, red moon was tJus
,eepin' over the edge of the world as'
man was leanin' against post Oh 'D'
.allery with his arms around WIZ II
n. whose head was down on his SS9'' II
Ter. ii
Anyhow" she says, daobin at n'
yes with little white specS
there never was
ne else and there never will be-
"Well go home tomorrow" be says
oothin'
The curtain ought 10 come down
hey kiss. but there wasn't ncne' az.
hat moon was so bright l just eV-
by pullin' the sheet Up W.
~ head.