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kissing him again and again, while Mr. John Jennings and his wife
stood in the door.
"Poor ol' Pap! Merry couldn't leave you. She's come back to stay as
long as he lives."
The old man remained cold and stern. His deep voice had a relentless
note in it as he pushed her away from him, noticing no one else.
"But how do you come back t' me?"

The girl grew rosy, but she stood proudly up.
"I come back the wife of a man, Pap; a wife like my mother, an' this t'
hang beside hers;" and she laid down a rolled piece of parchment.
"Take it an' go," growled he; "take yer lazy lubber an' git out o' my
sight. I raised ye, took keer o' ye when ye was little, sent ye t' school,
bought ye dresses,--done everythin' fer ye I could, 'lowin' t' have ye
stand by me when I got old,--but no, ye must go back on yer ol' pap, an'
go off in the night with a good-f'r-nothin' houn' that nobuddy knows
anything about--a feller that never done a thing fer ye in the world--"
"What did you do for mother that she left her father and mother and
went with you? How much did you have when you took her away from
her good home an' brought her away out here among the wolves an'
Indians? I've heard you an' her say a hundred times that you didn't have
a chair in the house. Now, why do you talk so t' me when I want t'
git--when Lime comes and asks for me?"
The old man was staggered. He looked at the smiling face of John
Jennings and the tearful eyes of Mrs. Jennings, who had returned with
Lyman. But his heart hardened again as he caught sight of Lime
looking in at him. His absurd pride would not let him relent. Lime saw
it, and stepped forward.
"Ol' man, I want t' take a little inning now. I'm a fair, square man. I
asked ye fer Merry as a man should. I told you I'd had hard luck, when
I first came here. I had five thousand dollars in clean cash stole from
me. I hain't got a thing now except credit, but that's good fer enough t'
stock a little farm with. Now, I wan' to be fair and square in this thing.
You wan' to rent a farm; I need one. Let me have the river eighty, or I'll
take the whole business on a share of a third, an' Merry Etty and I to
stay here with you jest as if nothin' 'd happened. Come, now, what d' y'
say?"
There was something winning in the sturdy bearing of the man as he
stood before the father, who remained silent and grim.

"Or if you don't do that, why, there's nothin' left fer Merry an' me but to
go back to La Crosse, where I can have my choice of a dozen farms.
Now this is the way things is standin'. I don't want to be underhanded
about this thing--"
"That's a fair offer," said Mr. Jennings in the pause which followed.
"You'd better do it, neighbor Bacon. Nobuddy need know how things
stood; they were married in my house--I thought that would be best.
You can't live without your girl," he went on, "any more 'n I could
without my boy. You'd better--"
The figure at the table straightened up. Under his tufted eyebrows his
keen gray eyes flashed from one to the other. His hands knotted.
"Go slow!" went on the smooth voice of Jennings, known all the
country through as a peacemaker. "Take time t' think it over. Stand out,
an' you'll live here alone without chick 'r child; give in, and this house
'll bubble over with noise and young ones. Now is short, and forever's a
long time to feel sorry in."
The old man at the table knitted his eyebrows, and a distorted,
quivering, ghastly smile broke out on his face. His chest heaved; then
he burst forth:--
"Gal, yank them gloves off, an' git me something to eat--breakfus 'r
dinner, I don't care which. Lime, you infernal idiot, git out there and
gear up them horses. What in thunder you foolun' round about hyere in
seed'n'? Come, hustle, all o' ye!"
And they all shouted in laughter, while the old man strode unsteadily
but resolutely out toward the barn, followed by the bridegroom, who
was still laughing--but silently.

ELDER PILL, PREACHER
I

Old man Bacon was pinching forked barbs on a wire fence one rainy
day in July, when his neighbor Jennings came along the road on his
way to town. Jennings never went to town except when it rained too
hard to work