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But there was bound to be a row anyhow when they found she intended to marry me instead of McMakin. So we figured we might just as well be away from there. "We left your place early on the morning of October 31, 1888 do you remember the date, Tom? We took the train for Clarksville, Tennessee, and got there about two o'clock that afternoon.
Den some on de niggers gits de notion, Marse Daniel, dey gwine foh to VOTE. An' dey was mo' gwines-on, an' de Ku Kluxes come a projickin' aroun' nights, like de grave-yahds done been resu'rected, Marse Daniel, an' den arter a while dat trouble settle HITse'f. "Den arter de Ku Kluxes dey was de time Miss Lucy Buckner gwine ter mahy Marse Prent McMakin.
We got awfully friendly. And like a fool I told him of my quarrel with Lucy." "LIKE a fool," says Colonel Tom, nodding his head. "Go on." "There isn't much more to tell," says the doctor, "except that I made a worse idiot of myself yet, and left McMakin about two o'clock in the afternoon, as near as I can recollect. Somewhere about ten o'clock that night I went home. Lucy was gone.
Not but what Emma was a nice girl, you know, but "Well, I met Lucy. We fell in love with each other. It just happened. I kept intending to write to the other girl and tell her plainly that everything was off. But I kept postponing it. It seemed like a deuce of a hard job to tackle. "But, finally, I did write her. That was the very day Lucy promised to throw Prent McMakin over and marry me.
It sounds odd, but the truth is that Prentiss McMakin was always a more convincing sort of a person when he had been drinking a little than when he was sober. He lacked warmth he lacked temperament. I suppose just the right amount put it into him. It put the devil into him, too, I reckon.
In fact, it finally did kill him. When we got Lucy's letter that told you were in Chicago I went up to bring her back home. We didn't know what we were going to do, McMakin and I, but we were both agreed that you needed killing. And he swore that he would marry Lucy anyhow, even " "MARRY HER!" sings out the doctor, "but we WERE married."
"Who was it thought of taking the grating off?" I whispers back to her. Which settles her temporary, but she says if I don't give her a chancet at it purty soon she will tickle my ribs. When I listens agin they are burying that there Prent McMakin. But without any flowers. Miss Lucy, she was half setting on, half leaning against, the arm of a chair.
Well, they puts this and that together, and they agrees that whatever happened to make things hard to explain must of happened on that day that Prentiss McMakin met the doctor in the bar-room, and didn't shoot him, as he had made his brags he would.
"Anyhow," she went on, "he knew that we went first to Clarksville. He said: "'You think you are married, Lucy, but you are not. "I wish you to understand that Prentiss McMakin did it all very, very well. That is my excuse. He acted well. There was something about him I scarcely know how to put it.
"'You THINK you are, said Prentiss McMakin, with a smile. "In spite of myself my breath stopped. It was as if a chilly hand had taken hold of my heart. I mean, physically, I felt like that. "'I AM married, I repeated, simply. "I suppose that McMakin had got the story of our wedding from YOU." She stopped a minute. The doctor's voice answered: "I suppose so," like he was a very tired man.
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