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

was really only waiting to forgive me, if I gave
her a chance. I started downtown to the building
and loan office, wondering when she would leave,
and if there was anything I could do to make her
change her mind. I must repeat again that I was a
fool--that I needed only to speak one word, had
I but known it.
"If I had gone straight to work, everything might
have come around all right even then. But I
didn't. I had that what's-the-use feeling. And I
stopped in at the Palmer House bar to get something
to sort of pull me together.
"While I was there, who should come up to the
bar and order a drink but Prent McMakin."
"Yes!" says Colonel Tom, as near excited as
he ever got.
"Yes," says Armstrong, "nobody else. We saw
each other in the mirror behind the bar. I don't
know whether you ever noticed it or not, Tom, but
McMakin's eyes had a way of looking almost like
cross-eyes when he was startled or excited. They
were a good deal too near together at any time.
He gave me such a look when our eyes met in the
mirror that, for an instant, I thought that he intended
to do me some mischief--shoot me, you
know, for taking his bride-to-be away from him,
or some fool thing like that. But as we turned
toward each other I saw he had no intention of
that sort."
"Hadn't he?" says Colonel Tom, mighty interested.
"No," says the doctor, looking at Colonel Tom
very puzzled, "did you think he had?"
"Yes, I did," says the colonel, right thoughtful.
"On the contrary," says Armstrong, "we had a
drink together. And he congratulated me. Made
me quite a little speech, in fact; one of the flowery