ay attractive enough to be desired by any man, but how am I to
provide a home and support her and pay these debts? I'll try it, but I
am afraid it will be taking her back to wrong conditions again."

"If you knew that she owned a comfortable cottage in the suburbs, where
it is cool and clean, and had, say a hundred a month of her own for the
coming three years, could you see your way?"

"That would make all the difference in the world. I thought seriously of
writing her. I wanted to, but I concluded I'd better work as hard as I
could for some practice first, and see if I could make a living for
two, before I tried to start anything. I had no idea she would not be
comfortably cared for at her uncle's."

"I see," said the Harvester. "If I had kept out, life would have come
right for her."

"On the contrary," said the doctor, "it appears very probable that she
would not be living."

"It is understood between us, then, that you will court and marry her so
soon as she is strong enough?"

"It is understood," agreed the doctor.

"Will you honour me by taking my hand?" asked the Harvester. "I scarcely
had hoped to find so much of a man. Now come to your room and get ready
for the stiffest piece of work you ever attempted."

The Harvester led the way to the guest chamber over looking the lake,
and installed its first occupant. Then he hurried to the Girl. The
doctor was holding her head and one hand, his wife the other, and the
nurse her feet. It took the Harvester ten strenuous minutes to make his
touch and presence known and to work quiet. All over he began crooning
his story of rest, joy, and love. He broke off with a few words to
introduce Doctor Harmon to the Careys and the nurse, and then calmly
continued while the other men stood and watched him.

"Seems rather cut out for it," commented Doctor Harmon.

"I never yet have seen him attempt anything that he didn't appear cut
out for," answered Doctor Carey.

"Will she know me?" inquired the young man, approaching the bed.

When the Girl's eyes fell on him she grew rigid and lay staring at him.
Suddenly with a wild cry she struggled to rise.

"You have come!" she cried. "Oh I knew you would come! I felt you would
come! I cannot pay you now! Oh why didn't you come sooner?"

The young doctor leaned over and took one of the white hands from the
Harvester, stroking it gently.

"Why you did pay, Ruth! How did you come to forget? Don't you remember
the draft you s