“‘Well?’

“And though he had wronged me and wrecked my life, I couldn’t help admiring his grit; for the boy was no match for me, and he knew it too, though he never flinched.

“‘I’ve come from New York here to talk with you, Paul Bargee,’ I said.

“‘You’ve a right to.’

“‘I have,’ I said, ’and I want to have an understanding with you now, if you have the time, sir,’ I said, and looked at the ground again.

“He drew off, and hearing me speak so low he mistook me as others have done before, and he looked at me hard and said:  ‘Well, how much?’

“My head went up, and I strode at him; but he never winced—­if he had, I think I’d have caught him then and there and served him as I did Bill Coogan.  But I stopped and said:  ’That’s the second mistake you’ve made, Paul Bargee; the first was when you sent a dirty little lawyer to pay me for taking my wife.  And your lawyer came to me and told me to screw you to the last cent.  I kicked him out of my sight; and what have you to say why I shouldn’t do the same to you, Paul Bargee?’

“He looked white and hurt in his pride, and said:  ’You’re right; and I beg your pardon, Mr. Moore.’

“‘I don’t want your pardon,’ I said, ’and I won’t sit down in your house, and we won’t discuss what has happened but what is to be.  For there’s a great wrong you’ve done, and I’ve a right to say what you shall do now, Paul Bargee.’

“He looked at me and said slowly:  ‘What is that?’

“‘You took my wife, and I gave her a chance to come back to me,’ I said; ’but she loved you and what you can give better than me.  But she’s been my wife, and I’m not going to see her go down into the gutter.’

“He started to speak; but I put up my hand and I said:  ’I’m not here to discuss with you, Paul Bargee.  I’ve come to say what’s going to be done; for I have a child,’ I said, ’and I don’t intend that the mother of my little girl should go down to the gutter.  You’ve chosen to take my wife, and she’s chosen to stay with you.  Now, you’ve got to marry her and make her a good woman,’ I said.

“Then Paul Bargee stood off, and I saw what was passing through his mind.  And I went up to him and laid my hand on his shoulder and said:  ’You know what I mean, and you know what manner of man I am that talks to you like this; for you’re no coward,’ I said; ’but you marry Fanny Montrose within a week after she gets her freedom, or I am going to kill you wherever you stand.  And that’s the choice you’ve got to make, Paul Bargee,’ I said.

“Then I stepped back and watched him, and as I did so I saw the curtains move and knew that Fanny Montrose had heard me.

“‘You’re going to give her the divorce?’ he said.

“‘I am.  I don’t intend there shall be a stain on her name,’ I said; ’for I loved Fanny Montrose, and she’s always the mother of my little girl.’

“Then he went to a chair and sat down and took his head in his hands, and I went out.