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A “Good Fellow’s” Wife
by
His voice trembled a little, and the sympathetic tears came into her eyes. She didn’t speak at once–she couldn’t. At last she stopped him by a touch on the arm.
"Jim, I want a partner in my store. Let us begin again, right here. I can’t say that I’ll ever feel just as I did once–I don’t know as it’s right to. I looked up to you too much. I expected too much of you, too. Let’s’ begin again, as equal partners. " She held out her hand, as one man to another. He took it wonderingly.
"All right, Nell; I’ll do it. "
Then, as he put his arm around her, she held up her lips to be kissed. "And we’ll be happy again–happy as we deserve, I s’pose," she said with a smile and a sigh.
"It’s almost like getting married again, Nell–for me. " As they walked off up the sidewalk in the soft moonlight, their arms were interlocked.
They loitered like a couple of lovers.