"It'll be all in the family,"had observed that astute lady,"and it's better for the looks of the things that we shouldn't he his tenants."It was only a few weeks later that she was startled by hearing her husband's voice calling her from the hillside as he rapidly approached the house.Mamie was in her room putting on a new pink cotton gown,in honor of an expected visit from young Don Caesar,and Mrs.Mulrady was tidying the house in view of the same event.
Something in the tone of her good man's voice,and the unusual circumstance of his return to the house before work was done,caused her,however,to drop her dusting cloth,and run to the kitchen door to meet him.She saw him running through the rows of cabbages,his face shining with perspiration and excitement,a light in his eyes which she had not seen for years.She recalled,without sentiment,that he looked like that when she had called him--a poor farm hand of her father's--out of the brush heap at the back of their former home,in Illinois,to learn the consent of her parents.The recollection was the more embarrassing as he threw his arms around her,and pressed a resounding kiss upon her sallow cheek.
"Sakes alive!Mulrady!"she said,exorcising the ghost of a blush that had also been recalled from the past with her housewife's apron,"what are you doin',and company expected every minit?""Malviny,I've struck it;and struck it rich!"She disengaged herself from his arms,without excitement,and looked at him with bright but shrewdly observant eyes.
"I've struck it in the well--the regular vein that the boys have been looking fer.There's a fortin'fer you and Mamie:thousands and tens of thousands!""Wait a minit."She left him quickly,and went to the foot of the stairs.He could hear her wonderingly and distinctly."Ye can take off that new frock,Mamie,"she called out.
There was a sound of undisguised expostulation from Mamie.
"I'm speaking,"said Mrs.Mulrady,emphatically.
The murmuring ceased.Mrs.Mulrady returned to her husband.The interruption seemed to have taken off the keen edge of his enjoyment.He at once abdicated his momentary elevation as a discoverer,and waited for her to speak.
"Ye haven't told any one yet?"she asked.
"No.I was alone,down in the shaft.Ye see,Malviny,I wasn't expectin'of anything."He began,with an attempt at fresh enjoyment,"I was just clearin'out,and hadn't reckoned on anythin'.""You see,I was right when I advised you taking the land,"she said,without heeding him.
Mulrady's face fell."I hope Don Caesar won't think"--he began,hesitatingly."I reckon,perhaps,I oughter make some sorter compensation--you know.""Stuff!"said Mrs.Mulrady,decidedly."Don't be a fool.Any gold discovery,anyhow,would have been yours--that's the law.And you bought the land without any restrictions.Besides,you never had any idea of this!"--she stopped,and looked him suddenly in the face--"had you?"Mulrady opened his honest,pale-gray eyes widely.
"Why,Malviny!You know I hadn't.I could swear!""Don't swear,and don't let on to anybody but what you DID know it was there.Now,Alvin Mulrady,listen to me."Her voice here took the strident form of action."Knock off work at the shaft,and send your man away at once.Put on your things,catch the next stage to Sacramento at four o'clock,and take Mamie with you.""Mamie!"echoed Mulrady,feebly.
"You want to see Lawyer Cole and my brother Jim at once,"she went on,without heeding him,"and Mamie wants a change and some proper.
clothes.Leave the rest to me and Abner.I'll break it to Mamie,and get her ready."Mulrady passed his hands through his tangled hair,wet with perspiration.He was proud of his wife's energy and action;he did not dream of opposing her,but somehow he was disappointed.The charming glamour and joy of his discovery had vanished before he could fairly dazzle her with it;or,rather,she was not dazzled with it at all.It had become like business,and the expression "breaking it"to Mamie jarred upon him.He would have preferred to tell her himself;to watch the color come into her delicate oval face,to have seen her soft eyes light with an innocent joy he had not seen in his wife's;and he felt a sinking conviction that his wife was the last one to awaken it.
"You ain't got any time to lose,"she said,impatiently,as he hesitated.
Perhaps it was her impatience that struck harshly upon him;perhaps,if she had not accepted her good fortune so confidently,he would not have spoken what was in his mind at the time;but he said gravely,"Wait a minit,Malviny;I've suthin'to tell you 'bout this find of mine that's sing'lar.""Go on,"she said,quickly.
"Lyin'among the rotten quartz of the vein was a pick,"he said,constrainedly;"and the face of the vein sorter looked ez if it had been worked at.Follering the line outside to the base of the hill there was signs of there having been an old tunnel;but it had fallen in,and was blocked up.""Well?"said Mrs.Mulrady,contemptuously.
