You know! The other fellow came from a neighboring town, and he wasn't the same kind, for he'd knocked around more, and was a better liar, but he wasn't right.

No, sir! He was sure a wrong guy, as it came out, but he was handsomer and younger, and the very purity and innocence of the girl drew him, I reckon, being a change from what he had ever mixed up with." "W'y don' dis good man tak' a shot at him ?" asked Poleon, hotly.
"First, he didn't realize what was going on, being too tied up with dreaming, I reckon; and, second, neither man didn't know the other by sight, living as they did in different parts; third, he was an ordinary sort of fellow, and hadn't ever had any trouble, man to man, at that time.

Anyhow, the girl up and took the bad one." "Wat does de good man do, eh ?" "Well, he was all tore up about it, but he went away like a sick quail hides out." "Dat's too bad." "He heard about them now and then, and what he heard tore him up worse than the other had, for the girl's husband couldn't wear the harness long, and, having taken away what good there was in her, he made up in deviltry for the time he had lost.

She stood it pretty well, and never whimpered, even when her eyes were open and she saw what a prize-package she had drawn.

The fact that she was game enough to stand for him and yet keep herself clean without complaint made the man worse.