Mr. Scraggs by Henry Wallace Phillips
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"E. G. W. rubbed his brow. "'Will you make good, anyhow, Aleck?' he coaxed. 'I got the minister and all right here--it won't take a minute.' "I'd let go of Aleck in the excitement. At these words he made one step from where he stood in the house, through the window, to ten foot out of doors, and a few more steps like that, and he was out of the question. "Then the girl put her face in her hands and begun to cry. She was a mighty pretty, innocent, plump little thing, and we'd rather have had most anything than that she should stand there cryin'. But we were all hung by the feet and wandering in our minds. The simple life of the cow-puncher doesn't fit him to grapple with problems like that. "Then, sir, up gets Ezekiel George Washington Scraggs, master of himself and the situation. "'Young lady,' says he, 'I have got you out here under false pretenses. I'm as homely as a hedge fence, and my record is dotted with marriages worse than a 'Pache outbreak with corpses and burning homes. I ain't any kind of proposition to tie up to a nice girl like you, and I swear by my honor that nothing was further from my thoughts than matrimony--not meanin' any slur on you, for if I'd found you before, I might have been a happy man--Well, here I stand: if you'll marry me, say the word!' By thunder, we gave him a cheer that shook the roof. You can laugh if you like, but it |
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