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Show Their Thirteenth Quarrel. li.?!T-fed beeinmarrierf-three months and were having their thirteenth quar- rel an unlucky nimber, by the way. "You only married mt, for my ' money," he said, with exceeding bit- " terness. ; "I didn't do anything of the kind," she retorted. "Well, you didn't marry me because ' , you loved me." "I know I didn't." J'ln heaven's name, what did you : marry me for, then?" he cried in despair, de-spair, for he had not expected this. "Just to make that hateful Kate Scott you were engaged to cry her eyes out because she had to give you up and see me get you." ' He fell down on the white bear rug at her feet and rolled over on it until un-til he looked like an animated snowball. snow-ball. , "Great Caesar, woman!" he shrieked, shriek-ed, "what have you done? Why I married you just because she threw me over." And by the time dinner was ready their sweet young hearts were once more so full of sunshine that awn ' ings were absolutely necessary -stray |