"Quad's odds"; . n in black on the steps—a woman so tall andthin and solemn-looking that I wondered if a hundredand fifty thousand dollars would be any inducement forher to utter a hearty laugh. I want to talk with you, she whispered, as I stoodthere holding the door. Is it about a pic-nic—the heathen—tracts—a newbook—a suffering family—cruel husband—disobedientson—runaway daughter, or the police driving your cow tothe pound? I inquired. I want you to write a book for me, she sighed, wipinga tear from her left eye. I tried to induce her to put it off until daylight, tellingher that I couldnt p
"Quad's odds"; . n in black on the steps—a woman so tall andthin and solemn-looking that I wondered if a hundredand fifty thousand dollars would be any inducement forher to utter a hearty laugh. I want to talk with you, she whispered, as I stoodthere holding the door. Is it about a pic-nic—the heathen—tracts—a newbook—a suffering family—cruel husband—disobedientson—runaway daughter, or the police driving your cow tothe pound? I inquired. I want you to write a book for me, she sighed, wipinga tear from her left eye. I tried to induce her to put it off until daylight, tellingher that I couldnt possibly write a book that night and-catch over four hours sleep; but she seemed so deter-mined, and her face kept growing so solemn, that I openedwide the door and placed her achair. She pulled off her black gloves,held a crape handkerchief to hereyes, and sobbed: He was such a noble man !You are speaking of—of—yes, such a Noble man. ahem—of the late—the late Of my husband, she sighed. 326. HAD TWO EYES. 327 And jour husbands name was—was -? Brown—Jeptlia Brown, although in writing him upyou may speak of him as J. Brown. J. Brown, deceased. You want that for the title ofthe forthcoming biography, do you ? Well, that sounds kind o euphonious and soft, dontit? she asked, brushing away another tear and foldingher handkerchief. Well, its a fair title. It isnt as romantic as J. Brown ;or, the One-eyed Ranger; or as taking as Brown theBrigand; or, the Waif of the Sea. He had two eyes, she solemnly whispered, andthough they were sore most of the time, we couldnt truth-fully speak of him as one-eyed. And he wasnt a ranger—he kept a wood-yard. Well, having secured the title, you may now go onand detail his eccentricities—narrate his victories and hisfailures—particularize his habits, hopes and ambitions. He never gave me a cross word! she sighed, after amoments thought. Thats good. Never but once, she added. One day wThen hecame home, and found me cutti
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