But I think it's perfectly awful.

You _must_ stop drinking, Casey dear.

I could never forgive myself if I set before my innocent little ones the example of a husband who drank." "You won't," said Casey.

"Not if you marry me, you won't." Then he changed the subject, beginning to talk of his prospect over on Starvation.

The widow liked to hear him tell about finding a pocket of ore that went seventy ounces in silver and one and seven tenths ounces in gold, and how he expected any day to get down into the main body of ore and find it a "contact" vein.