y went in and he handed her a slip of paper.

"Write the name and address on that?" he said.

As the slip was returned to him, without a glance he folded it and slid
it under a wicket. "Write a draft for fifty dollars payable to that
party, and send to that address, from Miss Ruth Jameson," he said.

Then he turned to her.

"That is over. See how easy it is! Now we will go to the court house. It
is very close. Try not to think. Just move and speak."

"Hello, Langston!" said the clerk. "What can we do for you here?"

"Show this girl every consideration," whispered the Harvester, as he
advanced. "I want a marriage license in your best time. I will answer
first."

With the document in his possession, they went to the store he
designated, where he found the Girl a chair in the fitting room, while
he went to see the manager.

"I want one of your most sensible and accommodating clerks," said the
Harvester, "and I would like a few words with her."

When she was presented he scrutinized her carefully and decided she
would do.

"I have many thanks and something more substantial for a woman who will
help me to carry through a slightly unusual project with sympathy and
ability," he said, "and the manager has selected you. Are you willing?"

"If I can," said the clerk.

"She has put up your other orders," interposed the manager; "were they
satisfactory?"

"I don't know," said the Harvester. "They have not yet reached the one
for whom they were intended. What I want you to do," he said to the
clerk, "is to go to the fitting room and dress the girl you find there
for her wedding. She had other plans, but death disarranged them, and
she has only an hour in which to meet the event most girls love to
linger over for months. She has been ill, and is worn with watching; but
some time she may look back to her wedding day with joy, and if only
you would help me to make the best of it for her, I would be, as I said,
under more obligations than I can express."

"I will do anything," said the clerk.

"Very well," said the Harvester. "She has come from the country entirely
unprepared. She is delicate and refined. Save her all the embarrassment
you can. Dress her beautifully in white. Keep a memorandum slip of what
you spend for my account."

"What is the limit?" asked the clerk.

"There is none," said the Harvester. "Put the prettiest things on her
you have in the right sizes, and if you are a woman with a heart, be
gentle