“Ef any one o' them sneakin', soulless critters in the kitchen hez bin slingin' lies to ye about me--or carryin' tales,” broke in Mary Ellen Budd, setting every one of her thirty-two strong, white teeth together with a snap, “well--ye might hev told me so to oncet without spilin' my Sunday! But ez fer yer keepin' me a minit longer, ye've only got to pay me my salary to-day and”--but here she stopped, for the astonishment in Abner's face was too plain to be misunderstood. “Nobody's been slinging any lies about ye, Miss Budd,” he said slowly, recovering himself resignedly from this last back-handed stroke of fate; “I warn't talkin' o' you, but myself. I was only allowin' to say that I was a di-vorced man.” As a sudden flush came over Mary Ellen's brownish-white face while she stared at him, Abner hastened to delicately explain. “It wasn't no onfaithfulness, Miss Budd--no philanderin' o' mine, but only 'incompatibility o' temper.'” “Temper--your temper!” gasped Mary Ellen. “Yes,” said Abner. And here a sudden change came over Mary Ellen's face, and she burst into a shriek of laughter. She laughed with her hands slapping the sides of her skirt, she laughed with her hands clasping her narrow, hollow waist, laughed with her head down on her knees and her fluffy hair tumbling over it. Abner was relieved, and yet it seemed strange to him that this revelation of his temper should provoke such manifest incredulity in both Byers and Mary Ellen. But perhaps these things would be made plain to him hereafter; at present they must be accepted “in the day's work” and tolerated. “Your temper,” gurgled Mary Ellen. “Saints alive! What kind o' temper?” “Well, I reckon,” returned Abner submissively, and selecting a word to give his meaning more comprehension,--“I reckon it was kinder--aggeravokin'.” Mary Ellen sniffed the air for a moment in speechless incredulity, and then, locking her hands around her knees and bending forward, said, “Look here! Ef that old woman o' yours ever knew what temper was in a man; ef she's ever bin tied to a brute that treated her like a nigger till she daren't say her soul was her own; who struck her with his eyes and tongue when he hadn't anythin' else handy; who made her life miserable when he was sober, and a terror when he was drunk; who at last drove her away, and then divorced her for desertion--then--then she might talk. But 'incompatibility o' temper' with you! Oh, go away--it makes me sick!” How far Abner was impressed with the truth of this, how far it prompted his next question, nobody but Abner knew. For he said deliberately, “I was only goin' to ask ye, if, knowin' I was a di-vorced man, ye would mind marryin' me!” Mary Ellen's face changed; the evasive instincts of her sex rose up. “Didn't I hear ye sayin' suthin' about refreshments,” she said archly. “Mebbe you wouldn't mind gettin' me a bottle o' lemming sody outer the bar!”