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The girl's lip suddenly curled with scorn. "Yer nephew would be obligated ter make a ch'ice fur marryin' 'mongst these hyar mounting gals Par-mely Lepstone, or Belindy M'ria Matthews, or one o' the Windrow gals. Waal, sir, I'd ruther be yer niece even ef Em'ry Keenan air like a puppy underfoot, that ye can't gin away, an' won't git lost, an' ye ain't got the heart ter kill."
"You don't understand it, I suppose, Judith, but if you'll look into your feelin's, and fancy that an inimy had sent to tell you to give up the man of your ch'ice, and to take up with another that wasn't the man of your ch'ice, you'll get the substance of it, I'll warrant! Give me a woman for ra'al eloquence, if they'll only make up their minds to speak what they feel.
None of the cattle git this fur into the mountains, so we can't count on them. Therefore, we've the ch'ice atween shooting game or starving to death." "That's enough to make us all do our best, but we cannot suffer so long as we have you for our companion." "But you ain't going to have me fur your companion." The boys stared at their friend in astonishment.
They don't give ye no show at all. I rayther think the graybacks likes the ossifers best if they could have their ch'ice, 'cause they's fatter 'n the privits; they gits better grub." Si fairly turned pale as he contemplated the picture so graphically portrayed by Shorty.
"No!" replied the other, contemptuously; "how could a fellow's leg do that?" "How could it do anything 'cept help tote him around when he wanted it to?" "I've just explained, that twitching is a warning that's all. I 'spose the leg thinks that's enough; so it is." "There ain't any Apaches or Comanches in this part of the world." "But there's rustlers, and where's the ch'ice?"
I can't abide to hear folks talk nonsense. Who's at Elmfield?" "Ain't nary one there that had ought to be there; nary one but the help." "But they're comin'?" said Mrs. Starling, lifting up her head for the answer. "Wall, I can't say. Evan, he's too fur; and I guess men in his place hain't their ch'ice. And his folks is flourishy kind o' bodies; I don't set no count on 'em, for my part."
"These are brave words, Judith; they're downright brave words; but do you think that the feelin's would keep 'em company, did the ch'ice actually lie afore you?
An' might I be so bold, seein' as how I might not have a better chance would ye be so kind as to favor me with yer last name, miss? the truth bein' that ivery one calls ye Miss Kate, an' the policemen of this ward is gettin' up rather a ch'ice thing in Christmas cards to presint to ye, come Christmas, because, if ye'll excuse the liberty, miss, they do regard you as belongin' to the special police!"
He hadn't made no secon' ch'ice yit an', you know, when de fust one of a parted couple marries ag'in, dey 'bleeged to take to de broomstick less'n dey go whar 'tain't known on 'em. Dat's de rule o' divo'cemint. When Yaller Silvy married my Joe wid a broomstick, dat lef' me free for a chu'ch marriage. An' I tell you, I had it, too.
"La! you needn't look at me like that," said Miss Collins, chuckling. "It's no harm. You had your ch'ice, and you chose it; only I would have took the other." "The other what? What would you have taken?" "Wall, I don' know," said Miss Collins; "to be sure, one never doos know till one is tried, they say; but if I had, I think I should ha' took 'tother one."
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