CHAPTER XX.
MAJOR ALLEN BARNES, M.D., PH.D .-- AND SIM GAGE Sim Gage's reflections kept him wandering about for the space of an hour or two in the open air.
"I'll tell you," said he, after a time to Mrs.Jensen, who once more had cared for their household needs, "I reckon I'll go on down to the dam, on the mail coach this evening.

You go in and tell her, won't you?
Say I can't noways get back before to-morrow.

I got to see about one thing and another.

She'll understand." Therefore, when the mail wagon came down the valley an hour later, Sim Gage was waiting for it at the end of his own lane.

He had meantime arrayed himself cap-a-pie in all the new apparel he recently had purchased, so that he stood now reeking of discomfort, in his new hat, his new shoes, his tight collar.