The Sagebrusher

morning coffee in a chilly room downstairs, where sometimes their slatternly landlady appeared, lugubriously voluble. This morning they ate a

sick

Warren. "And it's cold

n-to what wool used to be

nly asked Mary Warren, drawi

lse teeth left? If we two are going to get married, Mollie, we got to look around among the remnants and bargains-we can't be too particular

a sort of horror. "Annie, wha

pocket of her coat-in which she also was muffled at the breakfast table-a meager lit

n't you feel your heart flame? Anyway, here you are-bargains in husbands and wives! Take 'em for the asking.

wer these ads-it's lots of fun. You ought to see what some of the men write back. Look at this one, Sis!" said she, chuckling. "Some

arge holdings in a Western State wishes to correspond with a respectable you

s," said Mary

e women are scarce. It's supply and demand, Sis, same as in your store. Well, here's a man looking for goods. So'm I. I've been looking him over for myself, because I ain't as strong for Charlie

fumbling in her little purse as she did so; drew out a

l, the same little old mill, as the Bible said; and 'The one shall be taken and the other lef

ense, Anni

he flipped the coin against the ceiling. It rolled toward th

. It seemed to her she heard some other voice

y both rose and walked towar

said Mary. "S

nd they both be

nie Squires. "Well, what

imes, I say, I don't know about this Charlie Dorenwald, even if he is crazy over me-I'm mostly being bew