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om home about a year ago？ Well； where she landed four days later was in as neat a five…room flat on East Twenty…third Street as you ever walked sideways throughand she's been Mrs。 Magee ever since。〃
THE MOMENT OF VICTORY
Ben Granger is a war veteran aged twenty…ninewhich should enable you to guess the war。 He is also principal merchant and postmaster of Cadiz； a little town over which the breezes from the Gulf of Mexico perpetually blow。
Ben helped to hurl the Don from his stronghold in the Greater Antilles； and then； hiking across half the world； he marched as a corporal…usher up and down the blazing tropic aisles of the open…air college in which the Filipino was schooled。 Now； with his bayonet beaten into a cheese…slicer； he rallies his corporal's guard of cronies in the shade of his well…whittled porch； instead of in the matted jungles of Mindanao。 Always have his interest and choice been for deeds rather than for words； but the consideration and digestion of motives is not beyond him； as this story； which is his； will attest。
〃What is it；〃 he asked me one moonlit eve； as we sat among his boxes and barrels； 〃that generally makes men go through dangers； and fire； and trouble； and starvation； and battle； and such rucouses？ What does a man do it for？ Why does he try to outdo his fellow…humans； and be braver and stronger and more daring and showy than even his best friends are？ What's his game？ What does he expect to get out of it？ He don't do it just for the fresh air and exercise。 What would you say； now； Bill； that an ordinary man expects； generally speaking； for his efforts along the line of ambition and extraordinary hustling in the marketplaces； forums； shooting…galleries； lyceums； battle…fields； links； cinder…paths； and arenas of the civilized and vice versa places of the world？〃
〃Well； Ben；〃 said I； with judicial seriousness； 〃I think we might safely limit the number of motives of a man who seeks fame to three…to ambition； which is a desire for popular applause； to avarice； which looks to the material side of success； and to love of some woman whom he either possesses or desires to possess。〃
Ben pondered over my words while a mocking…bird on the top of a mesquite by the porch trilled a dozen bars。
〃I reckon；〃 said he； 〃that your diagnosis about covers the case according to the rules laid down in the copy…books and historical readers。 But what I had in my mind was the case of Willie Robbins； a person I used to know。 I'll tell you about him before I close up the store； if you don't mind listening。
〃Willie was one of our social set up in San Augustine。 I was clerking there then for Brady & Murchison； wholesale dry…goods and ranch supplies。 Willie and I belonged to the same german club and athletic association and military company。 He played the triangle in our serenading and quartet crowd that used to ring the welkin three nights a week somewhere in town。
〃Willie jibed with his name considerable。 He weighed about as much as a hundred pounds of veal in his summer suitings； and he had a 'where… is…Mary？' expression on his features so plain that you could almost see the wool growing on him。
〃And yet you couldn't fence him away from the girls with barbed wire。 You know that kind of young fellows…a kind of a mixture of fools and angels…they rush in and fear to tread at the same time； but they never fail to tread when they get the chance。 He was always on hand when 'a joyful occasion was had；' as the morning paper would say； looking as happy as a king full； and at the same time as uncomfortable as a raw oyster served with sweet pickles。 He danced like he had hind hobbles on； and he had a vocabulary of about three hundred and fifty words that he made stretch over four germans a week； and plagiarized from to get him through two ice…cream suppers and a Sunday…night call。 He seemed to me to be a sort of a mixture of Maltese kitten； sensitive plant； and a member of a stranded Two Orphans company。
〃I'll give you an estimate of his physiological and pictorial make…up； and then I'll stick spurs into the sides of my narrative。
〃Willie inclined to the Caucasian in his coloring and manner of style。 His hair was opalescent and his conversation fragmentary。 His eyes were the same blue shade as the china dog's on the right…hand corner of your Aunt Ellen's mantelpiece。 He took things as they come； and I never felt any hostility against him。 I let him live； and so did others。
〃But what does this Willie do but coax his heart out of his boots and lose it to Myra Allison； the liveliest； brightest； keenest； smartest； and prettiest girl in San Augustine。 I tell you； she had the blackest eyes； the shiniest curls； and the most tantalizing Oh； no； you're offI wasn't a victim。 I might have been； but I knew better。 I kept out。 Joe Granberry was It from the start。 He had everybody else beat a couple of leagues and thence east to a stake and mound。 But； anyhow； Myra was a nine…pound； full…merino； fall…clip fleece； sacked and loaded on a four…horse team for San Antone。
〃One night there was an ice…cream sociable at Mrs。 Colonel Spraggins'； in San Augustine。 We fellows had a big room up…stairs opened up for us to put our hats and things in； and to comb our hair and put on the clean collars we brought along inside the sweat…bands of our hats…in short； a room to fix up in just like they have everywhere at high…toned doings。 A little farther down the hall was the girls' room； which they used to powder up in； and so forth。 Downstairs wethat is； the San Augustine Social Cotillion and Merrymakers' Clubhad a stretcher put down in the parlor where our dance was going on。
〃Willie Robbins and me happened to be up in ourcloak…room； I believe we called it when Myra Allison skipped through the hall on her way down…stairs from the girls' room。 Willie was standing before the mirror； deeply interested in smoothing down the blond grass…plot on his head； which seemed to give him lots of trouble。 Myra was always full of life and devilment。 She stopped and stuck her head in our door。 She certainly was good…looking。 But I knew how Joe Granberry stood with her。 So did Willie； but he kept on ba…a…a…ing after her and following her around。 He had a system of persistence that didn't coincide with pale hair and light eyes。
〃'Hello； Willie！' says Myra。 'What are you doing to yourself in the glass？'
〃I'm trying to look fly；' says Willie。
〃'Well； you never could be fly；' says Myra； with her special laugh； which was the provokingest sound I ever heard except the rattle of an empty canteen against my saddle…horn。
〃I looked around at Willie after Myra had gone。 He had a kind of a lily…white look on him which seemed to show that her remark had； as you might say； disrupted his soul。 I never noticed anything in what she said that sounded particularly destructive to a man's ideas of self…consciousness； but he was set back to an extent you could scarcely imagine。
〃After we went down…stairs with our clean collars on； Willie never went near Myra again that night。 After all； he seemed to be a dilu