t--I've heerd her. She's
got a mouth organ, too, an' a musical-box--electric! One 'ud think
nobody had got nuthin' but Will Henderson." He strode back to the bar
in dudgeon, filled to the brim with malicious envy.

Others took quite a different tone.

"It's walnut," said Restless, his professional instincts fully alert.

"Yep," agreed Gay, "burr!"

"An' it's got pipes," cried Rust, impressively. "I see 'em sure,
stickin' up under its wrappin'."

"Most likely imitation," suggested Gay, with commercial wisdom. "Y'see
them things needs fakin' up to please the eye. If they please the eye,
they ain't like to hit the ear-drums so bad. Wimmin is cur'us that
aways."

"Mebbe," agreed Rust, bowing to the butcher's superior knowledge. "But
I guess it must 'a' cost a heap o' dollars. Say, Will must 'a' got it
rich. I'd like to savvee wher'," he added, with a sigh, as they
thoughtfully returned to the bar.

But nobody paid any attention to the blacksmith's regrets. They were
all too busy with their own. There was not a man amongst them but had
been duly impressed by the arrival of the harmonium. Gay, who was
prosperous, felt that a musical instrument was not altogether beyond
his means. In fact, then and there he got the idea of his wife
learning to play a couple of funeral hymns, so he'd be able to charge
more for interments, and, at the same time, make them more artistic.

Restless, too, was mildly envious. But being a carpenter, he got no
further in his admiration of Will's wealth than the fact that he could
decorate his home with burr walnut. He had always believed he had done
well for himself in possessing a second-hand mahogany bureau, and an
ash bedstead, but, after all, these were mere necessities, and their
glory faded before burr walnut.

Rust, being a mere blacksmith, considered the wood but little, while
the pipes fairly dazzled him. Henderson with a pipe organ! That was
the wonder. He had only the vaguest notion of the cost, but, somewhere
in the back of his head, he had a shadowy idea that such things ran
into thousands of dollars.

A sort of depression crowded down the bar-room after the arrival of
the harmonium. Nobody seemed inclined to drink, and talk was somehow
impossible. Nor was it until Smallbones suddenly started, and
gleefully pointed at the window, and informed the company that Jim
Thorpe and Eve had parted at last at the gate of her cabbage patch,
and that he was coming across to the saloon, t