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Doctor
said
he
’
d
carry
the
mark
till
he
died
.
A
nice
mother
she
was
!
Crackey
!
but
didn
’
t
we
have
a
time
—
Ben
’
n
’
mehself
’
n
’
the
young
un
.
She
was
mad
at
Ben
because
he
didn
’
t
make
money
faster
;
’
n
’
at
last
he
went
out
West
with
a
man
to
set
up
a
cattle
ranch
.
An
’
hadn
’
t
been
gone
a
week
’
fore
one
night
,
I
got
home
from
sellin
’
my
papers
,
’
n
’
the
rooms
wus
locked
up
’
n
’
empty
,
’
n
’
the
woman
o
’
the
house
,
she
told
me
Minna
’
d
gone
—
shown
a
clean
pair
o
’
heels
.
Some
un
else
said
she
’
d
gone
across
the
water
to
be
nuss
to
a
lady
as
had
a
little
baby
,
too
.
Never
heard
a
word
of
her
since
—
nuther
has
Ben
.
If
I
’
d
ha
’
bin
him
,
I
wouldn
’
t
ha
’
fretted
a
bit
—
’
n
’
I
guess
he
didn
’
t
.
But
he
thought
a
heap
o
’
her
at
the
start
.
Tell
you
,
he
was
spoons
on
her
.
She
was
a
daisy
-
lookin
’
gal
,
too
,
when
she
was
dressed
up
’
n
’
not
mad
.
She
’
d
big
black
eyes
’
n
’
black
hair
down
to
her
knees
;
she
’
d
make
it
into
a
rope
as
big
as
your
arm
,
and
twist
it
’
round
’
n
’
’
round
her
head
;
’
n
’
I
tell
you
her
eyes
’
d
snap
!
Folks
used
to
say
she
was
part
Itali
-
un
—
said
her
mother
or
father
’
d
come
from
there
,
’
n
’
it
made
her
queer
.
I
tell
ye
,
she
was
one
of
’
em
—
she
was
!
”
He
often
told
Mr
.
Hobbs
stories
of
her
and
of
his
brother
Ben
,
who
,
since
his
going
out
West
,
had
written
once
or
twice
to
Dick
.
Ben
’
s
luck
had
not
been
good
,
and
he
had
wandered
from
place
to
place
;
but
at
last
he
had
settled
on
a
ranch
in
California
,
where
he
was
at
work
at
the
time
when
Dick
became
acquainted
with
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
“
That
gal
,
”
said
Dick
one
day
,
“
she
took
all
the
grit
out
o
’
him
.
I
couldn
’
t
help
feelin
’
sorry
for
him
sometimes
.
”
They
were
sitting
in
the
store
door
-
way
together
,
and
Mr
.
Hobbs
was
filling
his
pipe
.
“
He
oughtn
’
t
to
’
ve
married
,
”
he
said
solemnly
,
as
he
rose
to
get
a
match
.
“
Women
—
I
never
could
see
any
use
in
’
em
myself
.
”
As
he
took
the
match
from
its
box
,
he
stopped
and
looked
down
on
the
counter
.
“
Why
!
”
he
said
,
“
if
here
isn
’
t
a
letter
!
I
didn
’
t
see
it
before
.
The
postman
must
have
laid
it
down
when
I
wasn
’
t
noticin
’
,
or
the
newspaper
slipped
over
it
.
”
He
picked
it
up
and
looked
at
it
carefully
.
“
It
’
s
from
HIM
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
That
’
s
the
very
one
it
’
s
from
!
”
