ave to," Hiram said, firmly, and he began to feel a
little disappointed in his caller. "A bargain's a bargain--there's no
backing out of it."

"But suppose I should make it worth her while to give you up?" pursued
Mr. Bronson. "I'll sound her a bit, eh? I tell you that Lettie has set
her heart on having you, as we cannot find another chap whom we were
looking for."

Now, Hiram knew that this referred to him; but he said nothing. Besides,
he did not feel too greatly pleased that the strongest reason for Mr.
Bronson's wishing to hire him was his little daughter's demand. It was
just a fancy of Miss Lettie's. And another day, she might have the fancy
to turn him off.

"No, sir," spoke Hiram, more firmly. "It is useless. I am obliged to
you; but I must stick by Mrs. Atterson."

"Well, my lad," said the Westerner, putting out his hand again. "I am
glad to see you know how to keep a promise, even if it isn't to your
advantage. And I am grateful to you for turning that trick for my little
girl the other day."

"I hope you'll come over and see us--and I shall watch your work here.
Most of these fellows around here are pretty slovenly farmers in my
estimation; I hope you will do better than the average."

He went back across the field and Hiram returned to his plowing. The
young farmer saw the bay horses driven slowly out of the yard and along
the road.

He saw the flutter of a scarf from the carriage and knew that Lettie
Bronson was with her father; but she did not look out at him as he
toiled behind the old horse in the furrow.

However, there was no feeling of disappointment in Hiram Strong's
mind--and this fact somewhat surprised him. He had been so attracted by
the girl, and had wished in the beginning so much to be engaged by Mr.
Bronson, that he had considered it a mighty disappointment when he had
lost the Westerner's card.

However, his apathy in the matter was easily explained. He had taken
hold of the work on the Atterson place. His plans were growing in his
mind for the campaign before him. His interest was fastened upon the
contract he had made with the old lady.

His hand was, literally now, "to the plow"--and he was not looking back.

He finished the piece that day, and likewise drew out some lime that he
had bought at Scoville and spread it broadcast upon all the garden patch
save that in which he intended to put potatoes.

Although it is an exploded doctrine that the application of lime to
potato