“Butler pulled up his horse by the gate.  Him and Susannah bowed to all hands.  Nobody said anything for a minute.  Then Effie bounced off the trunk and down them steps.

“‘Simmie’ she sung out, breathless like, ’Simeon Butler, what does this mean?’

“The Debs woman straightened up on the seat.  ‘Thank you, marm,’ says she, chilly as the top section of an ice chest, ’I’ll request you not to call my husband by his first name.’

“It was so still you could have heard yourself grow.  Effie turned white as a Sunday tablecloth.

“‘Your—­husband?’ she gasps.  ‘Your—­your husband?’

“‘Yes, marm,’ purrs the housekeeper.  ’My husband was what I said.  Mr. Butler and me have just been married.’

“‘Sorry, Effie, old girl,’ puts in Butler, so sassy I’d love to have preached his fun’ral sermon.  ’Too bad, but fust love’s strongest, you know.  Susie and me was engaged long afore you come to town.’

“Then such a haw-haw and whoop bust from the kitchen and fo’castle as you never heard.  For a jiffy poor Effie wilted right down.  Then she braced up and her black eyes snapped.

“‘I wish you joy of your bargain, marm,’ says she to Susannah.  ’You’d ought to be proud of it.  And as for you,’ she says, swingin’ round toward the rest of the help, ‘I—­’

“’How ‘bout that prophet?’ hollers somebody.

“‘Three cheers for the Oriental!’ bellers somebody else.

“‘When you marry the right Butler fetch him along and let us see him!’ whoops another.

“She faced ’em all, and I gloried in her spunk.

“‘When I marry him I will come back,’ says she.  ’And when I do you’ll have to get down on your knees and wait on me.  You—­and you—­Yes, and you, too!’

“The last two ‘yous’ was hove at Sim and Susannah.  Then she turned and marched into the hotel.  And the way them hired hands carried on was somethin’ scandalous—­till I stepped in and took charge of the deck.

“That very afternoon I put Effie and her trunk aboard the train.  I paid her fare to New York and give her directions how to locate the Van Wedderburns.

“‘So long, Effie,’ says I to her.  ’It’s all right.  You’re enough sight better off.  All you want to do now is to work hard and forget all that fortune-tellin’ foolishness.’

“She whirled on me like a top.

“‘Forget it!’ she says.  ‘I guess I shan’t forget it!  It’s comin’ true, I tell you—­same as all the rest come true.  You said yourself there was ten thousand Butlers in the world.  Some day the right one—­the handsome, high-ranked, distinguished one—­will come along, and I’ll get him.  You wait and see, Mr. Wingate—­just you wait and see.’”

CHAPTER XV

THE “HERO” AND THE COWBOY

“So that was the end of it, hey?” said Captain Bailey.  “Well, it’s what you might expect, but it wa’n’t much to be so anxious to tell; and as for PROVIN’ anything about fortune tellin’—­why—­”