EYRE’S ACQUITTAL.
By Helen B. Mathers.
PART L
“So you would like to give me the
go-by,” said Digges with a bitter curse,
as he crushed the woman’s white arm
In his coarse hand; “just you try it,”
and he breathed hard and thick; “if so
be as I’ve sold my soul for you. I’ll
git my penny's worth, an’ where 1 go
you’ll fuller. 1 alius knew you was
a bad lot, but your first fancy man’ll
be the last, for I’ll kill the pair o’ ye.
I’ve half the mind to tear ’em off yer
body this night an’ ’ess to the truth—”
The woman laughed as she put her
free arm about his neck and kissed
him —her beauty held him in bondage
yet. In the lower ranks of life it is
seldom that a man ill-uses his hand
some mute so long us she is true to
him.
