"Can't do it."
"Why not, I want to know?" blustered Milt. "I guess my credit's good."
He already had the Brown Mule in his hand.
"Your wife's credit seems to be good," Cap'n Amazon returned firmly.
"But here's what I find here: 'Don't trust Milt Baker for Brown Mule
'cause Mandy makes him pay cash for his tobacker and rum. We don't
sell no rum.' That's enough, young man."
Milt might have tried to argue the case with Cap'n Abe; but not with
Cap'n Amazon. There was something in the steady look of the latter
that caused the shiftless clam digger to dig down into his pocket for
the nickel, pay it over, and walk grumblingly out of the store.
"Does beat all what a fool a woman will be," commented Cap'n Amazon,
rather enigmatically; only Louise, who heard him, realized fully what
his thought was. Jealous and hard-working Mandy Baker had chosen for
herself a handicap in the marriage game.
CHAPTER X
WHAT LOUISE THINKS
Sunday morning such a hush pervaded the store on the Shell Road, and
brooded over its surroundings, as Lou Grayling had seldom experienced
save in the depths of the wilderness.
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