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164 The Hobart Herald It w a scalled “ Mighty-Nice-Girl-Regular-Queen.” Sensation “ H av ing- A -High-Old-Time” jumped when he saw her but soon realized his mistake but it was too late ; he was defeated. Instantly he fled fa r into th e tall shadows of the Fringe and Thought “ Get-Married- And-Settle-Down” jumped to the Focus, as a troop of little Auditory Images m ade a wedding march heard. A n O b s tinate M ind B y 232. He was walking along the quieted street, his head filled with con flicting resolutions. His duty, and knowledge of how things would end, strongly urging him to turn over a new leaf, but then, just as he had made up his mind to do right, M ildred’s declaration, that she *£ would never marry a man who drank, ’ ’ gave him the idea that she w a s trying to reform him. This aroused a ll of his stubborness and after somewhat constrained ending of their evening’s conversation, he left th e house, resolving to himself that no girl could “ reform him.’ ’ She no doubt m eant all right,and he knew how his visits to certain places were becoming more frequent,but she had no right to tell him how he should a c t ; he could take care of himself. W hat right had she to interfere, anyway. It was only a girl’s silly prejudice. She ought to have enough confidence in him to leave him to do what was right of his own accord. These reflections were suddenly interrupted as he felt himself grasped o n either side, and heard a well known bantering voice say ing, “ Owen Slater, what the devil are you doing out at this time of night. W h e re have you been the last two weeks ; you haven’t gone on the w a ter wagon, have you.” It was “ Billy ” Venners and Fred Thompson. Their first words were “ come have a drink,” and to this request Owen gave his consent. The three walked along the street, arm in ann, until they came to
