The evening Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1918-1920, 1919-03-15
cheated. What about me?'


you! You! What about you! =
Herb tossed the curry comb non
chalantly into the rack and picking
up the big black brush he began US
ing it on Monday Washing's fne-spun
tail.
eyes, what about mel"
"You think more of that mare than
you think of mel"
"She's worth more! At least she's
honest and square and don't try to
be what God never made her to be
in the first place. She gives me
square service; she's always glad to
see me; she loves me-a little it'll
Beside herself, the girl raised the
parasol and sprang at the mares
head.
$50 she loves you! Fiddlesticksv '
She struck the sociable little ami
malone, two, three sharp blows a.
cross the head.
"Stop" roared Herbert as the mare
reared wildly.
He came around to the horses
head.
edo that again and there1l be-
troubled" he said hoarsely.
"There1l be trouble! What kind
of trouble? What will you do?
What?
He quoted his horse, stroking the
silky nose and the quivering nostrils.
"Mibb," he said hoarsely, you
and me just don't hitch and the soon
er we realize it the better. I've give
you whatever you've wanted in the
way O. money; I've bought this place
and fixed it up for you just as you
and that hellion of a mother O. yours
wanted. l said. I'd be sport and
play square and perhaps try to get
you to love me-"
"You talk as though you'd done me
a favor by marrying me-
(Which I did. You never give a
boot for me. 1t was what cash l had
access to, that made you do it. If
I'd been poor as Jack Purse you
wouldn't have done it in thousand
years. But was pretty well fixed
and heart-hungry for woman
like"
"Like Mary Pursew
eyes, like Mary Purse, God damn
it! I'd asked Mary Purse to marry
me and she'd turned me down because
she couldn't love me somehow, only
as a sister,-and l was heart broke
I l was half-crazy the night l heard
she was marryin' Jack and anything
in petticoats that'd show some as
poets o. womanhood, I'd a-married al
the drop of a hat just to feel / was
hitched to- somebody and had some
interest in life"
"And I came along and was picked
up and married like a hand-ne
| downp
"CaH it what you like I married
you thinkin' you'd give at least value
| received for what I'd try to do fol
you But it's been a miserable farce
from first to last and every day al
ways makes it worse The place
| amt far off where it'll all come t.
an end. There just amt notfin' tx
you, Mibb. Not even sympathy. A
man can forgive woman for every
sin in the decalogue and put up with
| every vice and selfishness a small
bored woman can contract-so Ions
| as she gives him sympathy in wha
| he is and what he's tryin' to do. A
| mans brute, too, to make a woman
| have youngsters that she don't wan
| and even that won't break his low,
and regard for her if-if-she's sym
pathetic. But"
$50 it's sympathy you want?'
She stepped up to him and asket
the question viciously.
/ "It's sonethin'-"
/ "It's sympathy you want?''
! With drawn face, tired eyes, h
| raised his head and looked at her.
4 And as he did so, she struck him.
struck him a swift, sharp blow acros
his face.
you you-Jezebel.' whispers
Herb hoarsely.
/ Il won't have to be asked to ge
! out twice. she said.
She turned abruptly and walke'