care of you just the same. Gillispie agrees
with me."

"Damme, yes," muttered Gillispie, feeling
of his hip-pocket for consolation in his old
manner.

Catherine struggled to find her voice, but
it would not come.

"Do not speak," whispered John. "Tell
me with your eyes whether you will come
as my wife or only as our sister."

Catherine told him.

"This is Thanksgiving day," said he.
"And we don't know much about praying,
but I guess we all have something in our
hearts that does just as well."

"Damme, yes," said Gillispie, again, as
he pensively cocked and uncocked his re-
volver.




A Resuscitation