n't have her for his own, he wanted to forgit--he packed up
bag and baggage and went West.

Isabelle wouldn't correspond with him, so she told him in that last
hour--still and calm on the outside, and her heart a-bleedin' on the
inside, I dare presoom to say; no, she wanted him to feel free.

What creeters, what creeters wimmen be for makin' martyrs of themselves,
and burnt sacrifices--sometimes I most think they enjoy it, and then
agin I don't know!

But Isabelle acted from a sense of duty, for she jest worshipped the
ground Tom Freeman walked on, so everybody knew, and so she bid adieu to
Tom and Happiness, and lived on.

Wall, one of 'em must stay at home with the old folks, either she or
Christopher Columbus. And when a man and a woman love each other as
Isabelle and Krit did, when wuz it ever the case but what if there wuz
any sacrificin' to do the woman wuz the one to do it.

It is her nater, and I don't know but a real true woman takes as much
comfort in bein' sort o' onhappy for the sake of some one she loves, as
she would in swingin' right out and a-enjoyin' herself first rate.

A woman who really loves anything has the makin' of a first-class martyr
in her. And though she may not be ever tied to a stake, and gridirons be
fur removed from her, still she has a sort of a silent hankerin' or
aptitude for martrydom. That is, she would fur ruther be onhappy herself
than to have the beloved object wretched. And if either of 'em has got
to face trouble and privation, why she is the one that stands ready to
face 'em.

So Isabelle sent Krit off into the great world to conquer it if
possible.

And Krit, as the nater of man is, felt that he would ruther branch and
work his way along through the World, and work hard and venter and dare
and try to conquer fortune, than to set round and endure and suffer and
be calm.

Men are not, although they are likely creeters and I wish 'em well, yet
truth compels me to say that they are not very much gin to follerin'
this text, "To suffer and be calm."

No, they had ruther rampage round and kill the lions in the way than to
camp down in front of 'em and try to subdue 'em with kindness and long
sufferin'.

Krit, as the nateral nater of man is, felt that he could and would earn
a good place in the World, win it with hard work, and then lift Isabelle
up onto the high platform by the side of him.

Though whether he had made any plans as how he wuz a-goin' to hist up
the two