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Title: Lonesome land
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Bower, B. M., 1874-1940 Wood, Stanley, 1866-1928, ill Little, Brown and Company. pbl University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) prt
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en the compromise of soft drinks thatnight, who can say? Three years of free living in Mon-tana had lowered his standard of morality without giv-ing him that rugged strength of mind which makes a manmaster of himself first of all. He had that day lain,drunken and sleeping, when he should have been at hismental and physical best to meet the girl who wouldmarry him. It was that very defection, perhaps, whichkept him sober in the midst of his taunting fellows. Nowthat Valeria was actually here, and was his wife, he waspossessed by the desire to make some sacrifice by whichhe might prove his penitence. At any cost he wouldspare her pain and humiliation, he told himself. He did it, and he did it under difficulty. He was deniedthe moral support of Kent Burnett, for Kent was sulkingover his slight, and would have nothing to say to him.He v/as jeered unmercifully by Fred De Garmo and hiscrowd. He was baptized by some drunken reveler, sothat the stench of spilled whisky filled his nostrils and
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He was jeered unmercifully by Fred De Garmo and his crowd Paye 50. THE SHIVAREE 51 tortured him the night through. He was urged, he wasbullied, he was ridiculed. His head tlirobbed, his eyeballsburned. But through it all he stayed among them be-cause he feared that if he left them and went to Val, somedrunken fool might follow him and shock her with hisinebriety. He stayed, and he stayed sober, Val was hiswife. She trusted him, and she was ignorant of his sins.If he went to her staggering and babbling incoherentfooHshness, he knew it would break her heart. When the sky was at last showing faint dawn tints andthe clamor had worn itself out perforce — because eventhe leaders were, after all, but men, and there was a limitto their endurance — Manley entered the parlor, haggardenough, it is true, and bearing with him the stale odor ofcigars long since smoked, and of the baptism of bad whisky,but also with the air of conscious rectitude which sits socomically upon a man unused to the f

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