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

change things, or make them no different. But, so
long as the doctor appeared to want to find her so
derned bad, I was awful glad I had been the means
of getting him and Miss Lucy together. He had
done a lot fur me, first and last, the doctor had, and
I felt like it helped pay him a little. Though if they
was to settle down like married folks I would feel
like a good old sport was spoiled in the doctor,
too.
We had to change cars at Indianapolis to get to
that there little town. We was due to reach it
about two o'clock in the afternoon. And the nearer
we got to the place the nervouser and nervouser all
three of us become. And not owning we was. The
last hour before we hit the place, I took a drink of
water every three minutes, I was so nervous. And
when we come into the town I was already standing
out onto the platform. I wouldn't of been surprised
to find Martha and Miss Lucy down there to
the station. But, of course, they wasn't. Fur
some reason I felt glad they wasn't.
"Now," I says to them two, as we got off the
train, "foller me and I will show you the house."
Everybody rubbers at strangers in a country
town, and wonders why they have come, and what
they is selling, and if they are mebby going to start
a new grain elevator, or buy land, or what. The
usual ones around the depot rubbered at us, and I
hearn one geezer say to another:
"See that big feller there? He was through here
a year or two ago selling patent medicine."
"You don't say so!" says the other one, like it
was something important, like a president or a circus
had come, and his eyes a-bugging out. And the
doctor hearn them, too. Fur some reason or other
he flushed up and cut a look out of the corner of his
eye at Colonel Tom.
We went right through the main street and out
toward the edge of town, by the crick, where Miss