Little ole Briggs! Sometimes, you bet you' life, I been pretty down on my luck in Briggs, and sometimes I been turrible happy; also, I been just so-so. But, no matter how things pan out, darned if I cain't allus say truthful that she just about suits me--that ornery, little, jerkwater town! The par_ti_cular day I'm a-speakin' of was a jo-dandy--just cool enough to make you want t' keep you' back aimed right up at the sun, and without no more breeze than 'd help along a butterfly. Then, the air was all nice and perfumey, like them advertisin' picture cards you git at a drugstore. So, bein' as I was enjoyin' myself, and a-studyin' out somethin' as I hummed that was _mighty_ important, why, I didn't want t' mosey, no, ma'am. But Hairoil was mad. I knowed it fer the reason that he'd called me Alec 'stead of Cupid. Y' see, all the boys call me Cupid. And I ain't ashamed of it, neither. _Some_body's got t' help out when it's a case of two lovin' souls that's bein' kept apart. "Now, pardner," I answers him, as coaxin' as I could, "don't you go holler 'fore you're hit. It happens that I ain't a-figgerin' on no hitch-up plans fer _you._" Hairoil, he stood up--quick, so that I come nigh fallin' offen my end of the truck. "But you are fer some _other_ pore cuss," he says. "You as good as owned up." "Yas," I answers, "I are. But the gent in question wouldn't want you should worry about _him_. All that's a-keepin' _him_ anxious is that mebbe he won't git his gal." "Alec," Hairoil goes on,--turrible solemn, he was--"I have _de_cided that this town has had just about it's fill of this Cupid business of yourn--and I'm a-goin' t' stop it." I snickered. "Y' are?" I ast. "Wal, how?" "By marryin' you off. When you're hitched up you'self, you won't be so all-fired anxious t' git other pore fellers into the traces." "That good news," I says. "Who's the for-tu_nate_ gal you've picked fer me?" "Never you mind," answers Hairoil. "She's a new gal, and she'll be along next week." "Is she pretty?" "Is she pretty! Say! Pretty ain't no name fer it! She's got big grey eyes, with long, black, sassy winkers, and brown hair that's all kinda curly over the ears. Then her cheeks is pink, and she's got the cutest mouth a man 'most ever seen." Wal, a-course, I thought he was foolin'. (And mebbe he was--_then_.) A gal like that fer me!--a fine, pretty gal fer such a knock-kneed, slab-sided son-of-a-gun as me? I just couldn't swaller _that_. But, aw! if I only had 'a' knowed how that idear of hisn was a-goin' t' grow!--that idear of him turnin' Cupid fer _me,_ y' savvy. And if only I'd 'a' knowed what a turrible bust-up he'd fin'lly be _re_sponsible fer 'twixt me and the same grey-eyed, sassy-winkered gal! If I had, it's a cinch I'd 'a' sit on him _hard_--right then and there.