"I'll keep close watch on him, Mrs. Bonner," promised Anderson, "and
telegraph you if his condition changes a mite. I ast 'Doc' Smith to-day
to tell me the real truth 'bout him, an'--"
"The real truth? What do you mean?" she cried, in fresh alarm.
"Don't worry, ma'am. He's improvin' fine, 'doc' says. He told me he'd be
out o' danger when he got back to Boston. His heart's worryin' 'doc' a
little. I ast 'im to speak plain an' tell me jest how bad it's affected.
He said: 'At present, only the left ventricle--whatever that be--only
the left one is punctured, but the right one seems to need a change of
air.'"
CHAPTER XXVII
The Grin Derisive
"I like your ma," said Anderson to Wicker, later in the evening. "She's
a perfect lady. Doggone, it's a relief to see a rich woman that knows
how to be a lady. She ain't a bit stuck up an' yet she's a reg'lar
aristocrat. Did I ever tell you about what happened to Judge
Courtwright's wife? No? Well, it was a long time ago, right here in
Tinkletown. The judge concluded this would be a good place fer a summer
home--so him an' her put up a grand residence down there on the river
bluff. It was the only summer place on this side of the river. Well, of
course Mrs. Courtwright had to turn in an' be the leader of the women in
this place. She lorded it over 'em an' she give 'em to understand that
she was a queen er somethin' like that an' they was nothin' but
peasants.
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