“‘She’s a joy to mine,’ says I, ‘and I’m going after her. Notice is hereby served.’
“‘I’ll be as candid as you,’ admits Collier, ‘and if the drug stores don’t run out of pepsin I’ll give you a run for your money that’ll leave you a dyspeptic at the wind-up.’
“So Collier and me begins the race; the grub department lays in new supplies; Mame waits on us, jolly and kind and agreeable, and it looks like an even break, with Cupid and the cook working overtime in Dugan’s restaurant.
“’Twas one night in September when I got Mame to take a walk after supper when the things were all cleared away. We strolled out a distance and sat on a pile of lumber at the edge of town. Such opportunities was seldom, so I spoke my piece, explaining how the Brazilian diamonds and the fire kindler were laying up sufficient treasure to guarantee the happiness of two, and that both of ’em together couldn’t equal the light from somebody’s eyes, and that the name of Dugan should be changed to Peters, or reasons why not would be in order.
“Mame didn’t say anything right away. Directly she gave a kind of shudder, and I began to learn something.
“‘Jeff,’ she says, ‘I’m sorry you spoke. I like you as well as any of them, but there isn’t the man in the world I’d ever marry, and there never will be. Do you know what a man is in my eye? He’s a tomb. He’s a
