She wondered what penalty would be
inflicted on Bill, whether he would be fined or sent to prison. Surely
it was a dreadful thing to batter men like Brooks and Lorimer and
Parkinson. They might even make it appear that Bill had tried to
murder them. Her imagination magnified and distorted the incident out
of all proportion.
And brooding over these things, she decided to go and talk it over with
Kitty Brooks. Kitty would not blame her for these horrid man troubles.
But she was mistaken there. Kitty was all up in arms. She was doubly
injured. Her husband had suffered insult and brutal injury. Moreover,
he was threatened with financial loss. Perhaps that threatened wound
in the pocketbook loomed larger than the physical hurt. At any rate,
she vented some of her spleen on Hazel.
"Your husband started this mining thing," she declared heatedly.
"Jimmie says that if he persists in trying to turn things upside down
it will mean a loss of thousands. And we haven't any money to
lose--I'm sure Jimmie has worked hard for what he's got. I'm simply
sick over it. It's bad enough to have one's husband brought home
looking as if he'd been slugged by footpads, and to have the papers go
on about it so.
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