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There were possibilities, however, in that woman's curious traits, that Blecker, being a physician and a little of a soul-fancier, saw: nothing in McKinstry's formal, orthodox nature ran parallel with them; therefore he never would know them.
A few ill-natured elders of her own sex, and naturally exempt from the discriminating retort of Mr. McKinstry's "shot-gun," alleged that the Seminary at Sacramento had declined to receive her, but the majority accepted her return with local pride as a practical compliment to the educational facilities of Indian Spring.
The bullet which it is said played a highly important part in the subsequent explanation, proving to have come from a REVOLVER fired by some outsider has been extracted from Mr. McKinstry's thigh, and he is doing well, with every prospect of a speedy recovery."
I'd show 'em to HER first don't ye see? and I reckon ef she's old Ma'am McKinstry's darter, she'll make it lively for him." He handed the letters to the looming figure before him.
Preoccupied by other thoughts, Mr. Ford paid little heed to his self-elected supporter, who to the others seemed to be only taking that method of showing his contempt for McKinstry's recent insult. The master received the rifle mechanically from his hand and walked to position.
The brief advantage offered to the sheriff in Davis's advent as a neutral witness, was utterly lost by this unlooked-for revelation of Mrs. McKinstry's presence in the barn! The fates were clearly against him! A woman in the fight, and an old one at that! A white woman to be forcibly ejected! In the whole unwritten code of Southwestern chivalry there was no such precedent.
"Not for me, thank you," returned Mr. Ford smiling. "Oh, I see you're temperance, nat'rally," said Mrs. McKinstry with a tolerant sigh. "Hardly that," returned the master, "I follow no rule, I drink sometimes but not to-day." Mrs. McKinstry's dark face contracted. "Don't you see, Maw," struck in Cressy quickly. "Teacher drinks sometimes, but he don't USE whiskey. That's all."
He knew McKinstry's thought of that little girl well enough, but he held the child-hearted man's secret tenderly and charily in his hand. Paul Blecker did talk slang and assert himself; but every impulse in him was clean, delicate, liberal. So, Paul remaining silent, the Captain took heart of grace, going down the street, and ventured back to the Gurney question.
McKinstry's confession, seemed now to have fled the sylvan school-house altogether, and he somewhat angrily closed his desk, locked it, and determined to go home. His way lay through the first belt of pines towards the mining-flat, but to-day from some vague impulse he turned and followed the ridge.
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