tackle." 

[Illustration: SAMANTHA AND THE "BLAMERS."] 

I said this to blamers of Cicely (relatives, the best blamers you can find
anywhere).  But, at the same time, it would have been my way, when he had
come a courtin' me so far gone with liquor that he could hardly stand up--
why, I should have told him plain, that I wouldn't try to set myself up as
a rival to alcohol, and he might pay to that his attentions exclusively
hereafter. 

But she didn't.  And he promised sacred to abstain, and could, and did, for
most a year; and she married him. 

But, jest before the marriage, I got so rousted up a thinkin' about what I
had heard of him at college,--and I studied on his picture, which she had
sent me, took sideways too, and I could see plain (why, he hadn't no chin
at all, as you may say; and his lips was weak and waverin' as ever lips
was, though sort o' amiable and fascinating),--and I got to forebodin' so
about that chin, and my love for her wus a hunchin' me up so all the time,