as going along on my
way to the place, and he ran past me and made a stiff point, and when I
came up, there she was!"

"There she was?"

"Yes sir; there she was!"

They shook hands again.

"Then of course you spoke to her."

"Yes I spoke to her."

"Were you pleased?"

"With her speech and manner?----yes. But, Doc, if ever a woman needed
everything on earth!"

"Well did you get any kind of a start made?"

"I couldn't do so very much. I had to go a little slow for fear of
frightening her, but I tried to get her to come here and she won't until
a debt she owes is paid, and she's in no condition to work."

"Got any idea how much it is?"

"No, but it can't be any large sum. I tried to offer to pay it, but she
had no hesitation in telling me she preferred owing a man she knew to a
stranger."

"Well if she is so particular, how did she come to tell you first thing
that she was in debt?"

The Harvester explained.

"Oh I see!" said the doctor. "Well you'll have to baby her along with
the idea that she is earning money and pay her double until you get that
off her mind, and while you are at it, put in your best licks, my boy;
perk right up and court her like a house afire. Women like it. All of
them do. They glory in feeling that a man is crazy about them."

"Well I'm insane enough over her," said the Harvester, "but I'd hate
like the nation for her to know it. Seems as if a woman couldn't respect
such an addle-pate as I am lately."

"Don't you worry about that," advised the doctor. "Just you make love to
her. Go at it in the good old-fashioned way."

"But maybe the 'good old-fashioned way' isn't my way."

"What's the difference whose way it is, if it wins?"

"But Kipling says: 'Each man makes love his own way!'"

"I seem to have heard you mention that name be fore," said the doctor.
"Do you regard him as an authority?"

"I do!" said the Harvester. "Especially when he advises me after my own
heart and reason. Miss Jameson is not a silly girl. She's a woman,
and twenty-four at least. I don't want her to care for a trick or a
pretence. I do want her to love me. Not that I am worth her attention,
but because she needs some strong man fearfully, and I am ready and more
'willing' than the original Barkis. But, like him, I have to let her
know it in my way, and court her according to the promptings of my
heart."

"You deceive yourself!" said the doctor flatly. "That's all bosh! Your
tongue says it for the