atter, or force; it is that big
thing that brings forth worlds, establishes their orbits, and gives us
heat, light, food, and water. To me, that is God and His love. Just that
we are given birth, sheltered, provisioned, and endowed for our work.
Evolution is the natural consequence of this. It is the plan steadily
unfolding. If I were you, I wouldn't bother my head over these
questions, they never have been scientifically explained to the
beginning; I doubt if they ever will be, because they start with the
origin of matter and that is too far beyond man for him to penetrate.
Just enjoy to the depths of your soul----that's worship. Be thankful for
everything----that's praising God as the birds praise him. And 'do unto
others' that's all there is of love and religion combined in one fell
swoop."

"You should go before the world and tell every one that!"

"No! It isn't my vocation," said the Harvester. "My work is to provide
pain-killer. I don't believe, Ruth, that there is any one on the
footstool who is doing a better job along that line. I am boastfully
proud of it----just of sending in the packages that kill fever, refresh
poor blood, and strengthen weak hearts; unadulterated, honest weight,
fresh, and scrupulously clean. My neighbours have a different name for
it; I call it a man's work."

"Every one who understands must," said the Girl. "I wish I could help at
that. I feel as if it would do more to wipe out the pain I've suffered
and seen her endure than anything else. Man, when I grow strong enough I
want to help you. I believe that I am going to love it here."

"Don't ever suppress your feelings, Ruth!" hastily cried the Harvester.
"It will be very bad for you. You will become wrought up, and 'het up,'
as Granny Moreland says, and it will make you very ill. When we drive
the fever from your blood, the ache from your bones, the poison of
wrong conditions from your soul, and good, healthy, red corpuscles begin
pumping through your little heart like a windmill, you can stake your
life you're going to love it here. And the location and work are not
all you're going to care for either, honey. Now just wait! That was not
'nominated in the bond.' I'm allowed to talk. I never agreed not to SAY
things. What I promised was not to DO them. So as I said, honey, sit at
this table, and eat the food I've cooked; and by that time the furniture
van will be here, and the men will unload, and you shall reign on a
throne and tell