70 BRET harte's CHOICE BITS.
For towards morning she rallied, and lookedfeebly
around. Then she beckoned her father towards
her, and whispered, " Where is he ?"
" They took him away. Jinny dear, in a cart
He won't trouble you agin." He stopped; for Miss
Jinny had raised on her elbow, and was levelling
her black brows at him. But two kicks from the
young surgeon, and a significant motion towards
the door, sent Mr. McClosky away muttering.
" How should I know that '■he^ meant Ridgeway ? "
he said, apologetically, as he went and returned
with the young gentleman. The surgeon, who
was still holding her pulse, smiled, and thought
that—with a little care—and attention—the stimu¬
lants — might be — diminished — and — he might
leave—the patient for some hours with perfect
safety. He would give further directions to Mr,
It was with great archness of manner that, half
an hour later, Mr. Mc Closky entered the room
with a preparatory cough; and it was with some
disappointment that he found Ridgeway standing
quietly by the window, and his daughter apparently
fallen into a light doze. He was still more con¬
cerned when, after Ridgeway had retired, noticing
a pleasant smile playing about her lips, he said,
" You was thinking of someone. Jinny ? "