I wanted
to see Mr. Hartsel a minute, but he seems to be busy in the store."
"Yes," she said, "a lot of San Francisco men; they belong to the
company that's coming in here in the valley; they've been here two
days. Oh, Alessandro," she continued, bethinking herself, "Jim's
got your violin here; Jose brought it."
"Yes, I know it," answered Alessandro. "Jose told me; and that was
one thing I stopped for."
"I'll run and get it," she exclaimed.
"No," said Alessandro, in a slow, husky voice. "I do not want it. I
thought Mr. Hartsel might buy it. I want some money. It was not
mine; it was my father's. It is a great deal better than mine. My
father said it would bring a great deal of money. It is very old."
"Indeed it is," she replied; "one of those men in there was looking
at it last night. He was astonished at it, and he would not believe
Jim when he told him about its having come from the Mission."
"Does he play? Will he buy it?" cried Alessandro,
"I don't know; I'll call Jim," she said; and running out she looked in
at the other door, saying, "Jim! Jim!"
Alas, Jim was in no condition to reply.
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