I'm asking you to block that little game.
I've held out ten dollars, to eat on till I strike something. I'm
clean; they've licked the platter and broke the dish. So don't
never ask me to dig up any more, because I won't--not for you
nor no other darn man. Get that."
This, you must know, was not in the courtroom, so Bud was not
fined for contempt. The judge was a married man himself, and he
may have had a sympathetic understanding of Bud's position. At
any rate he listened unofficially, and helped Bud out with the
legal part of it, so that Bud walked out of the judge's office
financially free, even though he had a suspicion that his freedom
would not bear the test of prosperity, and that Marie's mother
would let him alone only so long as he and prosperity were
strangers.
CHAPTER THREE. TEN DOLLARS AND A JOB FOB BUD
To withhold for his own start in life only one ten-dollar bill
from fifteen hundred dollars was spectacular enough to soothe
even so bruised an ego as Bud Moore carried into the judge's
office. There is an anger which carries a person to the extreme
of self-sacrifice, in the subconscious hope of exciting pity for
one so hardly used. Bud was boiling with such an anger, and it
demanded that he should all but give Marie the shirt off his
back, since she had demanded so much--and for so slight a
cause.
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