That wife of his has left the stage--got sick of it--and is driftin' round in 'Frisco with some fellow.

When Horseley gets to hear that, you can't keep him here,--he'll settle up, sell out, and realize on everything he's got to go after her agin,--you bet.' That's what Briggs said.

Well, that's what sent me up to Horseley's to-night--to get there, drop the news, and then pin him down to that contract." "It looked like a good stroke of business and a fair one," said the lady in an odd voice.

It was so odd that Hays looked up.

But she had somewhat altered her position, and was gazing at the ceiling, and with her hand to her face seemed to have just recovered from a slight yawn, at which he hesitated with a new and timid sense of politeness.
"You're gettin' tired, ma'am ?" "Oh dear, no!" she said in the same voice, but clearing her throat with a little cough.