is friend that day. Despite
all discouragements he felt reassured. He was progressing. Means of
communication had been established. If she did not come, he could leave
a note and tell her if the moth had not emerged and how sorry he was to
have missed seeing her.

"Hello, lover!" cried Doctor Carey as the Harvester entered the office.
"Are you married yet?"

"No. But I'm going to be," said the Harvester with confidence.

"Have you asked her?"

"No. We are getting acquainted. She is too close to trouble, too ill,
and too worried over a sick relative for me to intrude myself; it would
be brutal, but it's a temptation. Doc, is there any way to compel a man
to provide medical care for his wife?"

"Can he afford it?"

"Amply. Anything! Worth thousands in land and nobody knows what in
money. It's Henry Jameson."

"The meanest man I ever knew. If he has a wife it's a marvel she has
survived this long. Won't he provide for her?"

"I suppose he thinks he has when she has a bed to lie on and a roof to
cover her. He won't supply food she can eat and medicine. He says she is
lazy."

"What do you think?"

"I quote Miss Jameson. She says her aunt is slowly dying from overwork
and neglect."

"David, doesn't it seem pretty good, when you say 'Miss Jameson'?"

"Loveliest sound on earth, except the remainder of it."

"What's that?"

"Ruth!"

"Jove! That is a beautiful name. Ruth Langston. It will go well, won't
it?"

"Music that the birds, insects, Singing Water, the trees, and the breeze
can't ever equal. I'm holding on with all my might, but it's tough, Doc.
She's in such a dreadful place and position, and she needs so much. She
is sick. Can't you give me a prescription for each of them?"

"You just bet I can," said the doctor, "if you can engineer their taking
them."

"I suppose you'd hold their noses and pour stuff down them."

"I would if necessary."

"Well, it is."

"All right----I'll fix something, and you see that they use it."

"I can try," said the Harvester.

"Try! Pah! You aren't half a man!"

"That's a half more than being a woman, anyway."

"She called you feminine, did she?" cried the doctor, dancing and
laughing. "She ought to see you harvesting skunk cabbage and blue flag
or when you are angry enough."

The doctor left the room and it was a half hour before he returned.

"Try that on them according to directions," he said, handing over a
couple of bottles.

"Thank you!" said the Ha