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Lyddon's manner. "Ess, that's very well," continued Will, "but time flies that fast wi' childer. Then I thought, 'He'll come to marry some day, sure's Fate. Myself, I believe in tolerable early marryin's." "By God! I knaw it!" retorted Mr. Lyddon, with an expression wherein appeared mingled feelings not a few; "Ess, fay! You'm right theer.
I was only thinkin' how queer it was he should have pumped it out of us, so to say, with the same letters almost to a syllable." "There's two ways o' lookin' at that," said 'Bias thoughtfully. "You may put it that marryin's as common as dirt. If all men meant different to all women, there wouldn't be enough dictionary to go round." Cai shook his head.
Sandy's "six hunderd pund" which he had earned with the sweat of his brow, all handed over to that minx Louie, and wasted by her and a rascally French husband in a few months it was more than he could bear. 'Aye, aye, marryin's varra weel, he said impatiently. 'A grant tha it's a great sin coomin thegither without marryin. But Sandy's six hunderd pund! Noa, I conno abide sich wark.
Guess she would 'a' made a prairie-rose hate itself. But that wus 'fore we hooked up in a team. I 'lows marryin's a mighty bad finish to courtin'." "You were married?" "Am." A silence fell. The horses ambled on in the fresh noonday air. Arizona's look was forbidding. Suddenly he turned and gazed fiercely into his friend's face. "Yes, sirree.
Marryin's a thing everybody must attend to personally for themselves. You don't like to be meddled with, and neither does Albert. You won't either of you marry to suit me. I have had my plans about you and Albert. Now, Isabel, Mr. Westcott's a nice-looking man. With all his faults he's a nice man. Cheerful and good-natured in his talk, and a good provider. He's a store-keeper, too.
"Births and deaths and marryin's...." Rapidly he turned to the illumined pages on which were set down the family records of the Beattys. "Um!... Jest sich a place as he'd pick out.... What you make of this, Bob?" Scattergood loosened a sheet of paper which had been lightly glued to the page. "Hain't got my specs, Bob." The young lawyer read it, re-read it aloud.
At last he removed his cigar, and spat out a bit of tobacco leaf. "I know all I need to," he said cordially. "The proposition was one hundred and sixty acres for a homestead, with grazin' rights. You want a lease. Gettin' married?" "It might happen that way," grinned the foreman somewhat sheepishly. "Found the leddy?" Jim nodded. "Marryin's a fool game anyway." "That's as maybe."
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