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 pretty foot loose, 'tennyrate nobody ever sees him, though they know there is a husband somewhere in the background grubbin' away to make money. They say he is a sad and humble sperited man, who sets a good deal on their back doorstep at Newport and New York, when he sets anywhere, a modest, bald headed man, with iron gray mustache and sad eyes. They say he don't seem at home in the palatial front rooms and boo-*doors, and is kinder trompled on by the high headed servants in livery. But he, knowin', I spoze, that he could turn 'em all out, neck and crop and leathered legs, if he wanted to, bears it pretty well, and sets out there and reads the daily papers. And sometimes I have hearn holds an old degariotype in his hand, and will look at it a long time, of a pretty young country girl that he loved when he wuz young and poor, and prized ambition and wealth a good deal more than he duz now. They say he looks at that a sight, and some letters writ by "Alice" and some little sprigs of old fashioned runnin' myrtle that has opened its blue flowers for many summers over a grave on a country hillside.

They commenced to bloom about a year after he married the rich widder Green, whose money put with his made him rich as a Jew. She had three husbands, Miss Green Smythe had, before she married Smith; Smith then but Smythe now. Her first husband, Sam Warn, he don't count much in her thoughts, so I've hearn, bein' young and poor, and havin' married him for love, so called, and he her. He died in a few years, died from overwork, everybody said. He wuz tryin' to work over hours to pay for a melodeon for his wife and a pair of bracelets; she wuz ambitious then in her young and poor days, ambitious as a dog. He died leavin' her