Mrs. Selby shook her head and relieved her feelings by a burst of weeping.
“And you think he was drunk?”
“I’m certain of it; the tones of his voice told it.” Then calming herself she told the whole story in a few brief sentences. “Oh, what is to be done, Mr. Miller?” she asked in conclusion.
“I’ll go for the coroner, and we’ll have him got out and taken away just as soon as it can be done according to law.”
“But your cow?”
“No matter about her. I’ll send my boys to look her up.”
He hurried out and away.
At the same moment the sound of wheels sent Mildred to the outer door.
Giving the reins to a plainly dressed elderly woman who sat in the buggy with him, Dr. Landreth leaped to the ground, and in an instant his wife was in his arms, hiding her face on his breast and sobbing hysterically.
“What is it, my darling?” he asked; “the old lady—is she so much worse?”