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MacGlowrie, struggling to her feet; "Morvin will look after me till the shakiness goes. But it was mighty touching and neighborly to come in, Doctor," she continued, succeeding at last in bringing up a faint but adorable smile, which stirred Blair's pulses. "If I were my own dog you couldn't have treated me better!"
In her anxiety to further the suit of Dick Blair, Miss Morvin had scarcely reported the colonel with fairness. That gentleman, leaning against the bar in the hotel saloon with a cocktail in his hand, had expatiated with his usual gallantry upon Mrs. MacGlowrie's charms, and on his own "personal" responsibility had expressed the opinion that they were thrown away on Laurel Spring.
A snake or a rat? Miss Morvin was indignant! The widow of MacGlowrie the repeller of grizzlies frightened at "sich"! Had she been upset by any previous excitement, passion, or the receipt of bad news? No! she "wasn't that kind," as the doctor knew. And even as they were speaking he felt the widow's healthy life returning to the pulse he was holding, and giving a faint tinge to her lips.
MacGlowrie. "Who's they?" responded the housekeeper with more directness than grammatical accuracy. "The people in the dining room. I was just opening the door and I felt this coming on and I reckon I had just sense enough to shut the door again before I went off." "Then that accounts for what Jim Slocum said," uttered Miss Morvin triumphantly.
"Yes hadn't heard o' MacGlowrie's wife and disremembered your brothers." "The colonel doesn't know everybody, even if he is a fighting man," said Mrs. MacGlowrie with languid scorn. "That's just what Dick Blair said," returned Miss Morvin.
"Perhaps you were startled?" said the doctor. Mrs. MacGlowrie glanced up quickly and looked away. "No! Let me see! I was just passing through the hall, going into the dining room, when everything seemed to waltz round me and I was off! Where did they find me?" she said, turning to Miss Morvin. "I picked you up just outside the door," replied the housekeeper. "Then they did not see me?" said Mrs.
"The kernel was talkin' in the bar room, and kind o' wonderin' why you hadn't got married agin. Said you'd make a stir in Sacramento but you was jest berried HERE." "I suppose he's heard of my husband?" said the widow indifferently. "Yes but he said he couldn't PLACE YOU," returned Miss Morvin. The widow looked up. "Couldn't place ME?" she repeated.
"I reckon we kin put the new preacher in Kernel Starbottle's room," said Miss Morvin, the housekeeper. "The kernel's going to-night." "Oh," said the widow in a tone of relief, but whether at the early departure of the gallant colonel or at the successful solution of the problem of lodging the preacher, Miss Morvin could not determine. But she went on tentatively:
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