DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

Frederick, he says, not excited a bit:
"There's quite a number of things I COULD do
that would look bad when they got into the newspapers.
But it's none of them, unless one of you
forces me to it." Then he says:
"You DID want to see the children, Jane?"
She nodded.
"Jane," he says, "can't you see I'm the better
man?"
The perfessor, he was woke up after all them
years of scientifics, and he didn't want to see her
go. "Look at him," he says, pointing to the feller
with the brown beard, "he's scared stiff right now."
Which I would of been scared myself if I'd a-been
ketched that-a-way like Henry was, and the perfessor's
voice sounding like you was chopping
ice every time he spoke. I seen the perfessor
didn't want to have no blood on the carpet without
he had to have it, but I seen he was making up his
mind about something, too. Jane, she says:
"YOU a better man? YOU? You think you've
been a model husband just because you've never
beaten me, don't you?"
"No," says the perfessor, "I've been a blamed
fool all right. I've been a worse fool, maybe,
than if I HAD beaten you." Then he turns to
Henry and he says:
"Duels are out of fashion, aren't they? And a
plain killing looks bad in the papers, doesn't it?
Well, you just wait for me." With which he gets
up and trots out, and I hearn him running down
stairs to his labertory.
Henry, he'd ruther go now. He don't want to
wait. But with Jane a-looking at him he's shamed
not to wait. It's his place to make some kind of a