Bill Jenks's wife on that occasion is a spec'men case.
That's one of the disapp'intments I onfolds to you. Now thar's a
maiden I not only wants, but needs; jest the same, Bill gets her.
An' it's allers sim'lar; I never yet holds better than ace-high when
the stake's a lady.
"It's troo," he continued, reflectively puffing his pipe. "I was
disp'sitioned for a wife that a-way when I'm a colt. But that's a
long time ago; I ain't in line for no sech gymnastics no more; my
years is 'way ag'in it.
"You've got to ketch folks young to marry 'em. After they gets to be
thirty years they goes slowly to the altar. If you aims to marry a
gent after he's thirty you has to blindfold him an' back him in.
Females, of course, ain't so obdurate. No; I s'pose this yere bein'
married is a heap habit, same as tobacco an' jig-juice. If a gent
takes a hand early, it's a good game, I makes no sort of doubt. But
let him get to millin' 'round in the thirties or later, an' him not
begun none as yet; you bet he don't marry nothin'.
"Bar an onexplainable difference with the girl's old man," he went
on with an air of thought, "I s'pose I'd be all married right now. I
was twenty, them times.
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