Cape Cod Stories by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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going to support a wife on--her kind of a wife? A summer waiter's job at
twenty a month?" He set down, but he looked more troubled than ever. I was sorry for him; I couldn't help liking the boy. "Suppose she keeps her word and goes away," says I. "What then?" "I'll go after her." "Suppose she still sticks to her principles and won't have you? Where'll you go, then?" "To the hereafter," says he, naming the station at the end of the route. "Oh, well, there's no hurry about that. Most of us are sure of a free one-way pass to that port some time or other, 'cording to the parson's tell. See here, Jones; let's look at this thing like a couple of men, not children. You don't want to keep chasing that girl from pillar to post, making her more miserable than she is now. And you ain't in no position to marry her. The way to show a young woman like her that you mean business and are going to be wuth cooking meals for is to get the best place you can and start in to earn a living and save money. Now, Mr. Brown's father-in-law is a man by the name of Dillaway, Dillaway of the Consolidated Cash Stores. He'll do things for me if I ask him to, and I happen to know that he's just started a branch up to Providence and is there now. Suppose I give you a note to him, asking him, as a favor to me, to give you the best job he can. He'll do it, I know. After that it's up to you. This is, of course, providing that you start for Providence to-morrer morning. What d'you say?" |
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