Despite his faults she still loved Tom Pelton; he was a kind and loving
husband and father. Out on the range there still waited a future for him.
When she thought of it a lump rose in her throat for very happiness. She,
who had been like a rock beside him in his trouble, broke down now and
buried her head in her husband's coat.
"Don't you, honey--now, don't you cry." The big man had lost all his
pomposity, and was comforting his sweetheart as simply as a boy. "It's all
been my fault. I've been doing wrong for years--trying to pull myself out
of the mire by my bootstraps. By Gad, you're a man, Sam Yesler, that's what
you are. If I don't turn ovah a new leaf I'd ought to be shot. We'll make a
fresh start, sweetheart. Dash me, I'm nothing but a dashed baby." And with
that the overwrought man broke down, too.
Yesler, moved a good deal himself, maintained the burden of the
conversation cheerfully.
"That's all settled, then. Tell you I'm right glad to get a competent man
to put in charge. Things have been running at loose ends, because I haven't
the time to look after them.
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