Plain Mary Smith: A Romance of Red SaundersPhillips, Henry Wallace
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Plain Mary Smith: A Romance of Red Saunders
Phillips, Henry Wallace
Fiction; Humorous stories
"Now," he says steady, "I owe you fellows something--I owe you a great
deal, Perez--I'd started to finish on the alcohol route. I don't like
the company I keep. If I'm going to die I'll die with a better man than
you stopped, Bill. In fact, I think my kid fit is over. I reckon I'll
try to live like a man, and as a start I'm going to tell you both what
ails me--to have it out for once. So help me, it isn't for myself--it's
for you, Henry. You've invested time and money in me, and you sha'n't
lose it. If you know what you're up against, you may be able to help me
help myself. I'm sick of myself. All my life I have kept my mouth shut,
out of a foolish pride. The little sacrifice will be something on the
altar of friendship, Henry, old man. Come along to my room."
XI
SAXTON'S STORY
We seated ourselves around the table in Saxton's bedroom.
"Perez," said Saxton, "you know from the beginning the boy and girl love
affair between me and Mary Smith. It was no small thing for me. I cared
then and I care now. I think the one thing which stood between Mary and
myself as the greatest point of difference was my trick of stripping
things to the bare facts. She liked romance, whether fact or not; I
liked the romance that lay in fact. She cared for me--that is certain,
but some reports when I was about nineteen to the effect that I was
raising the devil, and had led a weak-headed fellow astray with me,
seemed to give the girl a permanent twist against me. Now here's the
truth. In our little town we had a number of men who earned comfortable
fortunes and then laid back. Their boys, with nothing to do and nothing
in their heads, acted as one might suppose. They took to drinking and
gambling, not because they were bad but simply to pass the time; the
town was dull enough, God knows. Pretty soon the wilder crowd became an
open scandal. Among them were some of my best friends, and I went with
'em, with as sincere a desire to line 'em up with decency again as any
long-faced deacon in the town; but instead of spouting piety, I thought
I would play their game until I could get 'em to play mine, that is, I
took a drink with 'em, and I played some poker with 'em, all the while
trying to show the strongest head and the most checks when it came to
'cash-up' in the poker game. I felt that if I could beat 'em, what I
said would go.
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