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The Lonesome Trail and Other Stories by B. M. Bower
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"Did you?" she asked him, still politely.

"I did a heap worse than that," said Weary, grimly determined. "I had
a bad case of calf-love and made a fool uh myself generally."

"What fun!" chirped the schoolma'am with an unconvincing little laugh.

"Not for me, it wasn't. Whilst I had it I used to pack a lock uh that
red hair in my breast pocket and heave sighs over it that near lifted
me out uh my boots. Oh, I was sure earnest! But she did me the
biggest favor she could; a slick-haired piano-tuner come to town and
she turned me down for him. I was plumb certain my heart was busted
wide open, at the time, though." Weary laughed reminiscently.

"She said--I think you misunderstood her. She appears to--" Miss
Satterly, though she felt that she was being very generous, did not
quite know how to finish.

"Not on your life! It was the first time I ever did understand Myrt.
When I left there I wasn't doing any guessing."

"You shouldn't have left," she told him suddenly; gripping her courage
at this bold mention of his flight. How she wished she knew why he
left.

"Oh, I don't know. It was about the only thing I could do, at the
time--the only thing, that is, that I wanted to do. It seemed like I
couldn't get away fast enough." It was brazen of him, she thought, to
treat it all so coolly. "And out here," he added thoughtfully, "I
could get the proper focus on Myrt--which I couldn't do back there."
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