rvester, "I will!"

"That sounds manly enough."

"Oh pother! It's not that I'm not a man, or a laggard in love; but I'd
like to know what you'd do to a girl dumb with grief over the recent
loss of her mother, who was her only relative worth counting, sick from
God knows what exposure and privation, and now a dying relative on her
hands. What could you do?"

"I'd marry her and pick her out of it!"

"I wouldn't have her, if she'd leave a sick woman for me!"

"I wouldn't either. She's got to stick it out until her aunt grows
better, and then I'll go out there and show you how to court a girl."

"I guess not! You keep the girl you did court, courted, and you'll have
your hands full. How does that appear to you?"

The Harvester opened the pamphlet he carried and held up the drawing of
the moth.

The doctor turned to the light.

"Good work!" he cried. "Did she do that?"

"She did. In a little over an hour."

"Fine! She should have a chance."

"She is going to. She is going to have all the opportunity that is
coming to her."

"Good for you, David! Any time I can help!"

The Harvester replaced the sketch and went to the wagon; but he left
Belshazzar in charge, and visited the largest dry goods store in
Onabasha, where he held a conference with the floor walker. When he came
out he carried a heaping load of boxes of every size and shape, with a
label on each. He drove to Medicine Woods singing and whistling.

"She didn't want me to go, Belshazzar!" he chuckled to the dog. "She was
more afraid of a cow than she was of me. I made some headway to-day, old
boy. She doesn't seem to have a ray of an idea what I am there for, but
she is going to trust me soon now; that is written in the books. Oh I
hope she will be there to-morrow, and the luna will be out. Got half a
notion to take the case and lay it in the warmest place I can find.
But if it comes out and she isn't there, I'll be sorry. Better trust to
luck."

The Harvester stabled Betsy, fed the stock, and visited with the birds.
After supper he took his purchases and entered her room. He opened the
drawers of the chest he had made, and selecting the labelled boxes he
laid them in. But not a package did he open. Then he arose and radiated
conceit of himself.

"I'll wager she will like those," he commented proudly, "because Kane
promised me fairly that he would have the right things put up for a girl
the size of the clerk I selected for him, and exactly what Ru