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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Daughter of Anderson Crow"

They never come back to Tinkletown, an' the judge had to sell
the place fer half what it cost him. Fer two years she almost went into
hysterics when anybody laughed. But it done her good. It changed her
idees. She got over her high an' mighty ways, they say, an' I hear she's
one of the nicest, sweetest old ladies in Boggs City nowadays. But
Blootch Peabody says that to this day she looks flustered when anybody
notices her back hair. The Lord knows I wa'n't laughin' at her hair. I
don't see why she thought so, do you?"
Bonner laughed long and heartily over the experiment; but Rosalie
vigorously expressed her disapproval of the marshal's methods.
"It's the only real mean thing I ever heard of you doing, daddy Crow!"
she cried. "It was cruel!"
"Course you'd take her part, bein' a woman," said he serenely. "Mrs.
Crow did, too, when I told her about it twenty years ago. Women ain't
got much sense of humour, have they, Wick?" He was calling him Wick
nowadays; and the young man enjoyed the familiarity.
The days came when Bonner could walk about with his cane, and he was not
slow to avail himself of the privilege this afforded. It meant enjoyable
strolls with Rosalie, and it meant the elevation of his spirits to such
heights that the skies formed no bounds for them. The town was not slow
to draw conclusions. Every one said it would be a "match.


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