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"I expect it will go rather hard at first, Kid," he adht try it a while just to sort of please me"

"Who--who is she?" doubtfully

"Mrs Herndon, wife of the superintendent of the 'Golden Rule' mine";

and he waved his hand toward the distant houses "They tell hty fine wo you up about ht that was about the way of it Somebody wants to

reform me, I reckon Well, maybe I won't be reformed Who was it,

Bob?"

"The Presbyterian Missionary," he confessed reluctantly, "a nervy

little chap naht while you

were asleep" He faced her open scorn unshrinkingly, his ht with all the tenacity of his

nature

"A preacher!" her voice vibrant with derision, "a preacher! Well, of

all things, Bob Hampton! You led around by the nose in that way! Did

he want you to bring me to Sunday school? A preacher! And I suppose

the fellow expects to turn ious

instruction He'll have you studying theology inside of a year A

preacher! Oh, Lord, and you agreed! Well, I won't go; so there!"