nt man before him.
"You?--you had the temper?"

"I reckon that's what the court allowed," said Abner simply.

Mr. Byers stared. Then after a moment's pause he nodded with a
significant yet relieved face. "Yes, I see, in course. Times when you'd
h'isted too much o' this corn juice," lifting up his glass, "inside
ye--ye sorter bu'st out ravin'?"

But Abner shook his head. "I wuz a total abstainer in them days," he
said quietly.

Mr. Byers got unsteadily on his legs and looked around him. "Wot might
hev bin the general gait o' your temper, pardner?" he said in a hoarse
whisper.

"Don't know. I reckon that's jest whar the incompatibility kem in."

"And when she hove plates at your head, wot did you do?"

"She didn't hove no plates," said Abner gravely; "did she say she did?"

"No, no!" returned Byers hastily, in crimson confusion. "I kinder got
it mixed with suthin' else." He waved his hand in a lordly way, as if
dismissing the subject. "Howsumever, you and her is 'off' anyway," he
added with badly concealed anxiety.

"I reckon: there's the decree," returned Abner, with his usual resigned
acceptance of the fact.

"Mrs. Byers wuz allowin' ye wuz thinkin' of a second. How's that comin'
on?"

"Jest whar it was," returned Abner. "I ain't doin' anything yet. Ye see
I've got to tell the gal, naterally, that I'm di-vorced. And as that
isn't known hereabouts, I don't keer to do so till I'm pretty certain.
And then, in course, I've got to."

"Why hev ye 'got to'?" asked Byers abruptly.

"Because it wouldn't be on the square with the girl," said Abner. "How
would you like it if Mrs. Byers had never told you she'd been married to
me? And s'pose you'd happen to hev bin a di-vorced man and hadn't told
her, eh? Well," he continued, sinking back resignedly against the tree,
"I ain't sayin' anythin' but she'd hev got another di-vorce, and FROM
you on the spot--you bet!"

"Well! all I kin say is," said Mr. Byers, lifting his voice excitedly,
"that"--but he stopped short, and was about to fill his glass again from
the decanter when the hand of Abner stopped him.

"Ye've got ez much ez ye kin carry now, Byers," he said slowly, "and
that's about ez much ez I allow a man to take in at the Big Flume Hotel.
Treatin' is treatin', hospitality is hospitality; ef you and me was
squattin' out on the prairie I'd let you fill your skin with that pizen
and wrap ye up in yer blankets afterwards. But here at Big Flume, the
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