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"Why, then, do you kno true happiness may be found?' "To be sure I du, Peter"

"How?"

"By ether"

"Marriage!" said I

"Marriage as ever was, Peter"

"There I don't agree with you," said I

"That," retorted the Ancient, stabbing at me with his pipe-stem,

"that's because you never was s care, and great

responsibility, and trouble for one's self means trouble for

others"

"What o' that?" exclaimed the Ancient "'Tis care and 'sponsibility

as ood wife she'll share the

burden wi' ye, an' ye'll find what seemed your troubles is a blessin'

arter all When sorrer co--to 'ave a woman to comfort ye an' 'old your 'and in the dark

hour--an' theer's no sympathy so tender as a woman's, Peter Then,

when ye be old, liketo 'ave

a son o' your own--like Si lived for, Peter, ay, orth it It's a man's