"But, my boy, that means making you a half owner of all she has--why that last mine may go to a million within six months." "That's all right," Mose replied, feeling the intended good will of the older man.

"But I expect to find or earn my own money.

I can't marry a woman fifteen years older'n I am for her money.

It ain't right and it ain't decent, and you'll oblige me by shutting up all such talk." The sheriff humbly sighed.

"She is a good deal older, that's a fact--but she's took care of herself.