"'Send for me if you want me again,' says Redruth, and hoists
his Stetson, and walks off. He'd have called it pride, but the
nixycomlogical name for it is laziness. No woman don't like to run
after a man. 'Let him come back, hisself,' says the girl; and I'll
be bound she tells the boy with the pay ore to trot; and then
spends her time watching out the window for the man with the empty
pocket-book and the tickly moustache.
"I reckon Redruth waits about nine year expecting her to send
him a note by a n****r asking him to forgive her. But she don't.
'This game won't work,' says Redruth; 'then so won't I.' And he
goes in the hermit business and raises whiskers. Yes; laziness and
whiskers was what done the trick. They travel together. You ever
hear of a man with long whiskers and ha
