The conclusion was, perhaps, not entirely logical, but Jack overlooked it, and handed the sum to his visitor.  “The old-woman business is about played out, Brown,” he added, by way of commentary; “why don’t you say you want to buck agin’ faro?  You know you ain’t married!”

“Fact, sir,” said Brown, with a sudden gravity, as if the mere contact of the gold with the palm of the hand had imparted some dignity to his frame.  “I’ve got a wife—­a damned good one, too, if I do say it—­in the States.  It’s three year since I’ve seen her, and a year since I’ve writ to her.  When things is about straight, and we get down to the lead, I’m going to send for her.”

“And Kate?” queried Mr. Hamlin, with his previous smile.

Mr. Brown of Calaveras essayed an archness of glance, to cover his confusion, which his weak face and whisky-muddled intellect but poorly carried out, and said: 

“Damn it, Jack, a man must have a little liberty, you know.  But come, what do you say to a little game?  Give us a show to double this hundred.”

Jack Hamlin looked curiously at his fatuous friend.  Perhaps he knew that the man was predestined to lose the money, and preferred that it should flow back into his own coffers rather than any other.  He nodded his head, and drew his chair toward the table.  At the same moment there came a rap upon the door.

“It’s Kate,” said Mr. Brown.

Mr. Hamlin shot back the bolt, and the door opened.  But, for the first time in his life, he staggered to his feet, utterly unnerved and abashed, and for the first time in his life the hot blood crimsoned his colorless cheeks to his forehead.  For before him stood the lady he had lifted from the Wingdam coach, whom Brown—­dropping his cards with a hysterical laugh—­greeted as: 

“My old woman, by thunder!”

They say that Mrs. Brown burst into tears, and reproaches of her husband.  I saw her, in 1857, at Marysville, and disbelieve the story.  And the Wingdam chronicle, of the next week, under the head of “Touching Reunion,” said:  “One of those beautiful and touching incidents, peculiar to California life, occurred last week in our city.  The wife of one of Wingdam’s eminent pioneers, tired of the effete civilization of the East and its inhospitable climate, resolved to join her noble husband upon these golden shores.  Without informing him of her intention, she undertook the long journey, and arrived last week.  The joy of the husband may be easier imagined than described.  The meeting is said to have been indescribably affecting.  We trust her example may be followed.”

Whether owing to Mrs. Brown’s influence, or to some more successful speculations, Mr. Brown’s financial fortune from that day steadily improved.  He bought out his partners in the “Nip and Tuck” lead, with money which was said to have been won at poker, a week or two after his wife’s arrival, but which rumor, adopting Mrs. Brown’s theory that Brown had forsworn the gaming-table, declared to have been furnished by Mr. Jack Hamlin.  He built and furnished the “Wingdam House,” which pretty Mrs. Brown’s great popularity kept overflowing with guests.  He was elected to the Assembly, and gave largess to churches.  A street in Wingdam was named in his honor.