Everybody's Chance

Everybody"s Chance.

by John Habberton.

I- HOW THEY HEARD OF IT.

BRUNDY was the deadest town in the United States; so all the residents of Brundy said. It had not even a railway station, although several other villages in the county had two each. It was natural, therefore, that manufacturers" capital avoided Brundy. There was a large woolen mill at Yarn City, eight miles to the westward, and Yarn City was growing so fast that some of the farmers on the outskirts of the town were selling off their estates in building lots at prices which justified the sellers in going to the city to end their days. At Magic Falls, five miles to the northward, there was water power and a hardwood forest, which between them made business for several manufacturers of wooden-ware, as well as markets, with good prices for all farmers of the vicinity.

But Brundy had only land and people. The latter, according to themselves, were as good as the people anywhere, but the soil was so poor that no one could get a living out of it without very hard work. There was no chance of any kind for any of the natives. Young men were afraid to marry, and young women were afraid to marry them; for what girl wanted to go through the routine of drudgery in which she had pitied her own mother, and what lover wanted to ask his sweetheart to descend from the position of a.s.sistant at her old home to slave of all work in a new one?

The lack of a chance for any one had made itself manifest at Brundy many years before the date at which this story opens, so many of the natives had gone elsewhere to better their condition. The great majority of them had not been heard from afterward, so Brundy did not doubt that they had become too prosperous to think of their simple old friends and neighbors. Some, however, who had gone to great cities and the great West, had returned to the place of their birth to end their days, and they were so reserved as to how they had made their money, and how much they had made, that Brundy agreed that there were some great secrets of wealth to be discovered in the outside world, could the inhabitants of Brundy ever get away and search for it.

For instance, there was old Pruffett; he had gone to Chicago when barely twenty-one, remained there forty years, and been so busy all the while that he declared that he never had found time to look about him for a wife. He had made money, too; no one knew how much, and Pruffett never would tell, but as he paid cash for whatever he bought in the village and never haggled about prices, it seemed evident that he was very well off, for Squire Thomas, the richest native who had always remained at home, would never buy even a pound of b.u.t.ter until a penny or two of the price had been abated.

Sad though it be to relate, there were pretty and good young women in Brundy who would gladly have married old Pruffett for his money, and loving mothers who would have advised and helped them in that direction had old Pruffett given them any encouragement, but what could any one do with a millionaire- so they called him- who was satisfied to do his own work and do his own cooking in the cottage in which he was born, and which he had kept for years just as his mother left it when she died, and he had been too busy to hurry home to receive her dying blessing?

There was nothing mean about Pruffett; he contributed liberally to all church subscriptions, and when any neighbor chanced to fall into any trouble the old man was the first to offer counsel and substantial aid; still, why did he not be wholesouled and tell younger men how and where to find their chance in life- the chance which Brundy persistently denied every one?

One morning the entire village was thrown into a fever of excitement and sarcasm by the appearance of the following notice, which was posted on the bulletin-board in front of the town hall and on trees in the several streets: "Everybody has a Chance "A lecture on the above subject will be given at the town hall next Friday night. The lecturer has nothing to sell, nor any medicines or other goods to recommend, nor anything to advertise. It is to be a square talk by a square man, who can prove what he says. No charge for admission; people who like the lecture may, if they desire, drop some small change into a box which will be at the door."

"Everybody has a chance, eh?" said the natives to one another. "That man doesn"t know what sort of town he"s coming to. If he is depending upon the collection at the door to help him to the next town he"ll have to walk."

The more the lecturer"s subject was discussed the more ridiculous it appeared, and as most people rather enjoy the spectacle of a man making a fool of himself the town hall was absolutely jammed on Friday night, half an hour before the usual time for the appearance on the platform of such strolling entertainers as did not know of the impecuniosity of the natives.

When the town clock struck eight the audience saw coming from the ante- room to the platform a middle-aged man with the garb and the eye of a well-to-do mechanic and the manner of a preacher, although he soon manifested an unpreacher-like disregard for grammatical rules. The lecture, too, although humorous enough at times to set every one laughing, was somewhat like a sermon in its general character.

"People talk about not havin" a chance," began the lecturer. "Why, if chances were eggs, none of you could move without steppin" on "em. When a man says he hasn"t got his chance in life he"s talking about the particular chance he wants- that"s all. What we want most isn"t always what we need most, my friends, though few of us are honest enough and smart enough to see it an" say so.

"I"d bet a dollar to a doughnut that the chance an" the only one- that every man in this room is simply achin" for, so that he won"t look at any other, is the chance to make a lot of money! Did he ever see anybody that had made a lot of money? Did the rich man look any happier than other folks? If not, why not? Can any of you tell the difference between the rich and the poor by their faces? I can"t, except that generally the richest man looks most anxious and most discontented."

By this time every one in the house was looking at old Pruffett, who was looking at the back of the seat in front of him, although the expression of his countenance did not imply that there was anything particularly cheerful and inspiring in the back of that seat. The lecturer continued: "An old book which all of you have in the house, and which some of you profess to believe with all your might, says that "A man"s life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth"; you can read the pa.s.sage for yourselves, and correct me if I am wrong. That same old book tells of chances that came to lots of people that hadn"t a cent, either before or after. There are just as good chances now, and Brundy"s as full of "em as any other place, an" the people that don"t get "em are the people who won"t see "em, though if the chances were bears they"d bite "em, they"re so close. A man"s best chance is whatever is closest to him; if it isn"t also closest to his heart, that"s the man"s fault- not the chance"s."

The lecturer went on in the same vein, and told of some of his own chances which he had missed, as well as of some in which he had, to use his own expression, "caught on"; and he told some stories of personal experience so well that he made a lot of people cry a little, and laugh much, and not a few were compelled to do some serious thinking When the talk ended there was quite a melodious jingling of coin in the box at the door; and several members of the audience who were nearest to old Pruffett told their neighbors for a week afterward that the old man actually dropped into the box a ten-dollar bill, forty times as much as would have paid the lecturer"s stage fare to the next town.

"Got any small change about your clothes, Champ?" asked Charley Wurring, a smiling youth, of Champney Bruff, a serious-looking man of about thirty years, who was exploring his vest pocket. Charley had abundant reason for smiling, for by his side, where she had been throughout the lecture, was Luce Grew, the handsomest girl in the village. "I didn"t bring any money, for I came only to laugh, but I found my chance during the lecture, and here she is, eh, Luce?"

Luce looked rather bashfully toward Champ with her great dark eyes and strong face, and then, for relief, smiled pleasantly at Charley. Champ flushed a little under his dark brown skin, but mechanically extended a coin toward Charley, who took it and dropped it into the box. Then he took Luce"s hand, placed it on his arm, whispered something to the girl, which elicited a smile which Champ regarded fixedly, although the longer he looked the whiter and more fixed it became. Suddenly it appeared to him that old Pruffett was regarding him intently, and as he did not care to be looked at closely at that particular moment he abruptly left the hall and started homeward.

So Charley Wurring and Luce Grew had come to an understanding.

And Luce Grew was the one woman of Brundy whom Champney Bruff had ever thought he could love. Could love? Had he not loved her for years? He had not dared tell her so, for how could he? He was the oldest member of his father"s family; his mother was dead, his father unfit for work; and the farm was one which required steady work and rigid economy if it was to support all of Champ"s brothers and sisters. The farm would be better if he could clear and drain about twelve acres of marshy woodland that belonged to it, and to clear that land had been his special effort for two or three years; but after the usual farm routine had been gone through with, even in winter, he could find time to chop down only two or three trees a day, and after all the trees were gone there would still be the stumps, and after the stumps the ditching. When all this had been done, he would propose to Luce Grew, but now, evidently, his chance or his duty, which to the lecturer had seemed to mean the same thing, was the finishing of that clearing- while Luce Grew loved another man and would marry him.

He heard footsteps behind him, and in a moment old Pruffett joined him with: "Not a bad lecture, Champ?"

"Not for those who found their chances while the lecture was going on," was the reply, in words that sounded as if each had been savagely bitten off. There was a moment of silence before the old man said: "I guess I know what you mean. I"m very sorry, too- for you. Yet Luce herself seemed to be happy; I suppose that"s what you"ve longed to see her? You"d have done anything to make her happy eh?"

"Yes; anything in my power."

"Good. Now"s your chance."

"What on earth do you mean, Mr. Pruffett?"

"Merely what I say. If you loved her, not yourself, or loved her more than you loved yourself, you can do a great deal to make her happy; far more than Charley Wurring can."

"I wish I knew what you were trying to say, Mr. Pruffett."

"Do you? Then I"ll try to make myself understood. Charley is a well- meaning fellow, but nowhere near enough of a man to marry a girl like that. Splendid girls sometimes accept a husband of that kind after waiting a long time in vain for a better one; the range of choice in this town is rather small, you know.

Charley"s much the best of his family; indeed, he hasn"t any bad habits of his own, and he has learned to hate all that he might have inherited, but you know his fix; a father who has drunk himself into incapacity for anything, and a mother who is utterly discouraged and bad-tempered. Luce will have many occasions for feeling sorry for her choice; and Charley will often have to feel desperate, for what chance can he see, at present, of marrying and supporting a wife?"

"Well!" exclaimed Champ, savagely.

"Well, you know what the lecturer said about chances? Yours is right at hand- right now. Why don"t you put Charley into that wooded marshland of yours, to clear it? Give him the wood in payment; you"d not lose a cent by that. Get his father to help him, the weakest man has enough romance in him to want to help his son to a good wife. Work is the best cure for drunkenness, and the fellow daren"t and can"t drink while his son is with him all the while. By doing this you would be improving a chance to greatly benefit three people; such a chance seldom comes to any one."

"And I would also help another man to marry the woman whom-"

"Whom you love? Well, for what do you love her? For her sake or for your own?"

Champ remained silent; the old man went on: "You don"t seem to know. It"s well, then, that you didn"t chance to marry her."

"Mr. Pruffett," exclaimed Champ- he almost roared it- "do you know what you are saying? Are you human? Are you a man, like other men?"

"I am, my boy," replied the old man calmly. "I don"t mind telling you, in strict confidence, that I loved Luce"s mother- G.o.d bless her!- forty years ago. I never loved any other woman- I tried to, but I couldn"t. I had an awful fight with myself, after Grew won her, and I got the worst of it, for I was obliged, as an honest man, to admit to myself that I loved myself more than I loved her. To reform myself, I determined to go on loving her, but for her sake only, and the way I did it was to do just as I am advising you. I hadn"t any marshland to clear, and there was nothing in Grew"s family history for the young man to be ashamed of, but I put him into the one good chance which I had here, and I went away to shift for myself. I don"t deny that I hoped that something would happen to break their engagement, but there didn"t. I wish Luce were my daughter, for there"s no one I would rather see her marry than you, but there are some things which one can"t change- some chances which a man loses. Your chance is just as I"m putting it; I"m advising only what I did myself, and what I never had cause to regret. I know, though, it isn"t the sort of thing to press on a young man too hard, and I"m sure that, while you"re in your present frame of mind, you don"t care to listen to any more of this kind of talk, so- good-night."

"Good-night," was the response, as sharp as the crack of a rifle.

"Shake hands with me, won"t you, Champ?" said the old man softly. "No one else knows so well how to sympathize with you. Don"t forget that I loved her mother- and lost her."

They shook hands as they parted, but Champ"s head was in a whirl, and his heart was thumping angrily. What? Help the man who had just taken from him the prize toward which he had been struggling for years? Pruffett had probably told the truth, but- well, men were not all of the same clay. Love Luce for her own sake?

Why, what else had he thought of but what he would do to make Luce happy? Had not his delay been entirely because of his doubts and fears for her? What was most in his mind whenever he thought of her- himself? Never! He thought only of her- her great, deep eyes, her n.o.ble face, her womanly composure, her strength of character everything that was best in womanhood, so far as he knew women. He was sure that through his very admiration of all that was best in her, he knew best how to make her happy, while Charley, a mere good-natured, happy-go-lucky fellow, who had seemed to be in love with half-a-dozen other girls for no especial reason, would be utterly unable to comprehend the needs of so superior a nature.

Yet there was some truth in what old Pruffett had said about the ways in which Charley could be helped to become a more fit husband. If some one else could help him, well and good, but as to Champ- . He struggled hard with himself a few moments; then he suddenly stopped, bared his head, looked upward, and exclaimed:

"Heaven help me, I"ll do it- for her sake! "Tis my chance- but what a chance."

II- IN THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY.

Luce Grew told herself, after Charley had reluctantly gone home and she found herself alone with her thoughts, that she wondered how she had come to say "Yes"

to the very pointed question which Charley Wurring had put to her during a certain point of the lecture. Charley had one of the sympathetic natures which are rare among men, or, perhaps, less rare than the willingness of their owners to manifest them, so Luce had always liked him. He was quick to see the application of an argument, or the inner and better sense of almost anything that might be said, so Luce had never failed to find him good company, although she regarded him very much as if he were a boy, although he was fully as old as she. She had been deeply interested in the lecture, and her better self approved all that the speaker said; so it pleased her greatly that when she looked at Charley for sympathy his face was frank and open, and he seemed to be of exactly her own way of thinking; while most of the young men about him were looking grim, or were sneering, or exchanging satirical winks with other young men.

So, when the lecturer told the hearers that their chances were all about them- nay, right at their side, waiting only to be accepted, Charley had whispered: "Luce, don"t you think you could make a personal application of that remark? I am right at your side; won t you accept me? I won"t ask any other or grander chance than you while I live."

She felt like laughing at the boy, but he looked so earnest, so manly, yet at the same time so appealing, that she did what many another woman has done in similar circ.u.mstances she began to wonder. Life was long; Brundy was a small place; there were other young men in the village, but very, very few whom she could by any possibility marry. She did not like the possibility of remaining single all her life. Charley was not the kind of man upon whom she had set her fancy, but young men were disappointing creatures; she had never been in love with one, but girls of her acquaintance had made dreadful mistakes in marrying men whom Luce herself had thought quite good. Charley was good- she never had heard a word against him: he was very attentive to his mother and kind to his sisters. He had nothing upon which to marry, but engagements generally were long in Brundy; perhaps if she were to accept him it might be the means of making him everything he now failed to be.

"Does it take you so long to make up your mind?" whispered Charley. "I know I"m not worthy of you, but, on the other hand, neither is any one else; I"ll be anything you wish, if you"ll think me good enough to begin with."

She looked down into his eyes; they were very honest eyes, and at that particular instant they were very earnest. Luce blushed slightly and dropped her own eyes, Charley"s hand sought hers, pressed it, and received a gentle pressure in return; then he whispered: "Thank you. G.o.d bless you."

On the way home she talked to him kindly, but not enthusiastically; she told him that his proposal had been a great surprise, and perhaps she had accepted it too hastily, for she really had never thought of loving him; but Charley was so grateful, and so willing to wait, and so astonished at his own temerity, and so overwhelmed by his new joy, that she could not help being deeply affected, so she made but a single condition; the affair must be a secret between them until both of them were certain that they were not mistaken. Charley promised willingly, for he was concerned, for Luce"s sake, about what people would say should they know of what had occurred. Marriage was a serious matter in Brundy, from the dollar and cents point of view; and he knew that every one in the village knew that he had neither money nor prospects, and that his only employment, thus far, had been several months of school teaching, during the winter months, and such occasional work as he could find in the village and among the farmers during the summer. He well knew, too, what people would say about a woman like Luce entering a family such as the Wurring family had become, through the habits of the head of the house.

The next morning, therefore, Charley made haste to find Champ, the only man to whom he had betrayed his feelings, and beg that young man to keep the matter a profound secret.

He found Champ in the marshland forest, working as if he were determined to fell all the trees in a single day. Champ rested upon his axe and kept his eyes on the ground while the communication was made; then, without raising his eyes, he said: "What have you to marry on?"

"Not a cent," was the reply, "though here"s the half dollar you lent me last night."

"Keep that to start your fortune with," said Champ. "There"s money here for you if you choose to work for it."

"Here? Where? How?"

"By cutting away these trees. If you"ll do it, and keep at the job until it is done, you may have all of the wood. Good firewood brings three dollars a cord in town during the winter months, which aren"t far off, and the supply is none too great. There"s at least a couple of hundred dollars" worth here, and I want it out of the way, but I"ve not the time to do it myself."

""Tis mine, then!" exclaimed Charley joyously. "I"ll go home at once for my axe."

"You needn"t take that trouble," said Champ, anxious to get away from the spectacle of a man so happy, and from such a cause. "You may use mine for the remainder of the day. When you come back after dinner, perhaps you can persuade your father to help you; I"m sure he would do it if he knew the reason. Two pairs of hands are better than one at such a job, for "twill be no easy one, I a.s.sure you."

"Thank you," said Charley. "I"ll be glad to have my father with me, for reasons which I needn"t explain to you. But, Champ, I feel as if I could do the whole job myself, in a very short time. Oh, I feel like a giant."

"Indeed?" was the reply, given almost with a sneer.

"Yes, indeed. Oh, you may look that way if you like, but you don"t understand the feeling. Just wait, though, until you are fairly in love yourself, an"-"

"Oh, don"t talk to me in that way," exclaimed Champ, biting his lips and turning aside; he felt that if he did not quickly get away he would fly at the fellow and strangle him.

"But I must talk so," persisted Charley, "and you are the only man to whom I can do it, for no one else knows of my great fortune but you. To think that I am the only man in the village who is so richly blessed. There"s no other girl in Brundy who can compare with Luce; honestly now, old fellow, is there?"

Champ took his knife from his pocket and began to shave the rough bark from the coat of a slippery-elm tree.

"I do believe you think there is," said Charley, looking curiously at his companion, "and that you"re in love with her. Oh, you sly chap! You always were the quietest young man in the town, and have seldom paid attention to any of the girls, but I do believe I have found you out. Who is she? I won"t tell anybody.

I"d like to know that some other man is as happy as I. Has she said "Yes"?"

"Will you kindly attend to your own business and leave mine to me?" asked Champ, suddenly turning on Charley a face like a thunder-cloud. The younger man exclaimed quickly: "I beg a thousand pardons, Champ. I didn"t mean to be impertinent. You never saw anything like that in me, did you?"

"Not until a few moments ago," was the reply. "But I don"t want ever to see it again."

"You shan"t, I a.s.sure you," said Charley in haste, as he began to tone down his excitement by attacking the largest tree near at hand. He worked vigorously several moments, but finally stopped to say: "Let me talk of Luce, though. She is so grand, so good, so unlike all other girls. I"ve thought myself in love before, but I soon found out "twas all fancy." Charley leaned on his axe and looked contemplatively at the ground a moment or two before he continued: "Other girls seemed to like me to make love to them, but it soon became an old story to both of us, for they seemed to have nothing in their minds but what was trifling and merely romantic, but Luce- why, there"s something in the very tone of her voice that makes her seem different from every other young woman, and better. She"s- she"s- oh, she"s thoroughly womanly, while the others are merely girlish. Don"t you think that is the proper distinction, so far as you have observed her and other Brundy girls?"

As Charley asked this question he raised his eyes for the answer, but Champ was no longer standing before him. Charley looked slowly about him, but could see Champ nowhere; then he quickly peered between the trees, in every direction, and finally saw Champ, some distance away, walking rapidly and with his fingers to his ears.

"I declare," exclaimed the young man to himself, yet softly, as if he feared that even the trees had ears, "I believe I"ve been making a fool of myself. I didn"t suppose, though, that a man generally so kind and sympathetic as Champ could have been quite so rude. Did I really say anything that was dreadfully silly?"

He thought a little while about it, and this naturally set him to thinking about Luce, and the subject was so interesting that he could not give any attention to anything else, so he leaned against a tree and indulged in delightful day-dreaming for he knew not how long. Neither could he afterward imagine how long he might have continued at his congenial occupation had he not been startled by a footfall, and, looking about him, seen Champ returning with an axe in his hand. Champ at first looked sheepishly toward him and said: "I thought I could spare half a day to help you." When, however, the big fellow cast his eyes about and saw not a tree had been felled since he made his escape he glared savagely at Charley, and exclaimed: "You"re a fine fellow to think of marrying, aren"t you? You"ve not chopped a stroke since I left you. I had better have offered this wood to a better man, even if I had been obliged to look for one not in love. I suppose you would like me to do all the work for you, after giving you the trees- eh?"

Charley"s face turned scarlet; he seized his axe and began to make chips fly rapidly. Champ also attacked a tree, and for a few moments no sound was heard but that of the axes upon the tree-trunks. Soon Charley wanted to stop, for he was unaccustomed to the work, and his hands had begun to blister, but after what Champ had said the young man was resolved to suffer anything rather than remain under the cruel imputation of being willing that Champ should earn the money on which the younger man should wed Luce Grew. Suddenly, however, to his great relief, Champ"s tree fell, and the axeman stood aside for a moment.

"I covet your strength," exclaimed Charley; "and I"m going to have it, or something like it, if hard work will get it for me. A man who is to marry Luce Grew should have as much muscle as heart."

"Talk is cheap," responded Champ. After this there was nothing for Charley to do but attack his tree again. Soon, however, the blisters in his right hand began to break, and the pain was very like torture, so he laid down his axe and began to blow upon the palms of his hands. Champ approached him, took his hand roughly and looked at it. Then he looked inquiringly into Charley"s face, and said: "You"re more of a man than I thought you. You can"t go on with such a hand. Wait a moment."

He went to a hollow tree, and drew from it a pair of old leather gloves and a small bottle of oil.

"Here; put some of this on your hands, and put these gloves on. Once in a while I"m afflicted in the same way, after I"ve been out of axe practice a little while. Give the oil a few minutes in which to get in its work."

Champ returned to his tree, lopping off the boughs as if they were twigs, cutting them into four-foot lengths and tossing them aside; then he cut the trunk itself into four-foot lengths. Charley looked on in admiration, but while the giant looked about for another foeman worthy of his steel the younger man exclaimed: "What a magnificent specimen of manhood you are! It is a man like you whom Luce should marry. I suppose, however, she knows her own mind."

"Whether she does- or no-" said Champ, speaking between the strokes of his axe, "her mind is- the only one she can go by- for the present." Then he stopped a moment and said, "Can"t you possibly talk of something else? You ought to be thinking and talking about how much you will do in a day, and asking who is most likely to buy the wood and pay quickest, and where you can best put your money at interest as fast as you collect it. Talking about a girl never helped a man to marry her; "tis work- nothing else- that makes a man worthy of the love he pretends to bear a woman."

"I guess you"re right, Champ," sighed Charley, addressing himself once more to work, "but I wish I knew where you got so much sense. I won"t ask you any more about it, as it seemed to worry you a few minutes ago, but whoever the girl is that you"re fond of, why, she"s going to be the happiest woman alive."

"Umph, I hope so, but- I shan"t believe it- until I- see it."

"Come, now, old fellow, you shouldn"t distrust yourself in that stupid manner.

"Faint heart never won fair lady"- keep that saying close in mind. Why, it was the most daring thing in the world- my proposing to Luce; I had everything against me, and I knew it; I took my chances, though, and you know what came to pa.s.s. If you would only see yourself as you are, and as everybody else sees you, and as the girl herself can"t help seeing, and-"

"Will you be quiet?" exclaimed Champ, suddenly turning with a threatening face and with his axe still uplifted.

"No, I won"t," replied the younger man, with a calm but determined face. "You"ve done me a great favor this morning, and I want to do you one in return. You may think that I want to pry into your affairs, but I don"t. I want to tell you, though, what the lecturer told all of us last night, that every man has his chance in life, that it is very close to him, and that only he is to blame if he won"t see it. To be happily in love is the one thing you need to make you as happy as you are manly, and I"m sure that"s saying a great deal. Instead of that you"re belittling yourself. You"re my friend; you"ve done more for me this morning than any other man ever did, and until I can do something equally good for you I want to ease my mind by giving you some good advice. You ought to do just what I have done, determining, as I did, that whatever else had to be done afterward I would do with all my might, or make a better man of myself while failing. Why don"t you do it? Have you proposed yet?"

"No!"

"Doesn"t the girl even know that you love her?"

"No. I don"t see, at least, how she can know it."

"That"s bad- for her. "Twould make life a very different thing for any woman in this dead-and-alive town to know that a man like you cared for her. Women in Brundy- young women- have a pretty dismal outlook. I"m not going again to ask you who she is, but I do wish I knew, for I"d take the responsibility of telling her; after that she"d wait forever, and be happy in spite of anything, to know that there was such great good fortune in store for her."

"You"d tell her, would you?" snarled Chump. "I"ve a great mind to let you, just to see what a flunk you would make of it, you-"

"I dare you to do it," said Charley, meeting Champ"s scowl without flinching.

The older man glared furiously, and suddenly betook himself again to his axe, dashing at the tree as if it were his rival himself. But Charley"s blood also was up, and he went on, shouting so that his words should not be drowned by the shower of axe-strokes.

"Yes, I dare you. I don"t care a bit for your temper; you"re a first-rate fellow in spite of it, and the woman who doesn"t know that you love her shall know it at once if I can find out who she is."