Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Miners -- Fiction; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction; Singers -- Fiction
“Perhaps it was a will,” said the widow, whose sole literature was that
furnished by the daily press; “though I should think if it was a will
she’d have told about it by now and not kept it hid away up there.
Anyway, she thought a lot of it, for when she came to I told her her
money was all right, and she said she didn’t care about the money, she
wanted the paper.”
“I’ll see her when she wakes,” said Barron, “and find out what it was.
Our affair now is to see that she is not frightened again and gets
well.”
“Well, mother says to let her sleep. So that’s what we’re going to do.
No one’s going to disturb her, and Pierpont, who got back an hour ago,
has promised not to give any lessons all afternoon.”
The conversation was here interrupted by the appearance of the
Chinaman, who loungingly issued from the kitchen, shouted an
unintelligible phrase at his mistress, and disappeared into the
dining-room. His words seemed to have meaning to her, for she pulled
off her apron, saying briskly:
“There, dinner’s ready and we’re going to have enchilados. Don’t you
smell them? The boys will be crazy.”
A cautious inspection made after dinner by young Mrs. Garcia, resulted
in the information that Mariposa still slept. Barron, who was
feverishly desirous to know how she progressed and also anxious to
learn from her the nature of the lost document, was forced to leave
without seeing her. A business engagement of the utmost importance
claimed him at his office at two or he would have awaited her awakening.
It was nearly an hour later before this occurred. The drug the señora
had administered was a heroic remedy, relic of the days when doctors
were a rarity and the medicine chest of the hardy Spaniard contained
few but powerful potions. The girl rose, feeling weak and dizzy. For
some time she found it difficult to collect her thoughts and sat on
the edge of her bed, eying the disordered room with uncomprehending
glances. Bodily discomfort at first absorbed her mind. A fever burned
through her, her head ached, her limbs felt leaden and stiff.
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