feet. I had plenty nerve in the ring, but in front of this vision I was as faint-hearted as a rabbit. So I jerked myself back to normalcy immediately.
"Eh—will you help me hang those ringside pictures of me in the parlor?" I says, for want of something to ask now that I have let the marriage proposition go by the board.
"Why, Gale!" says Judy, dropping the curtains in amazement. "Surely you wouldn't dream of putting those fearful fighting pictures in that room! And it's not a parlor, Gale, it's the drawing room."
"There's one room will be useless to me, then," I says. "For I can't draw a straight line. However, I don't see nothing wrong in hanging those fight pictures there, Judy. Some of them is scenes from my greatest battles. I'm kind of proud of 'em and I want my visitors to see 'em."
"Put them in your den, then," says Judy. "You just hold these curtains for me, Gale, and I'll do the decorating." She starts to hang the curtains again, but suddenly she turns to me and says with a odd smile, "Perhaps I'm taking too much for granted—after all, it is your home."
"I sure wish it was yours, too, Judy!" I busts out.
You should of saw how red her face gets before she turns away. She says nothing and I suppose I missed the chance of a lifetime by not asking her then and there can she see her way clear to marry me. But when I think if she ever says "No!" I will become a maniac, so why take the chance just yet of hearing that word which will poison me? So while I hung fire,
