zy to put a lovely woman like
you in a spring wagon."

"Let them!" said the Girl placidly. "Why should we bother about other
people? I am going with Betsy and Belshazzar."

The Harvester had been thinking that he adored her, that it was
impossible to love her more, but every minute was proving to him that he
was capable of feeling so profound it startled him. To carry the Girl,
his bride, through the valley and up the hill in the little spring wagon
drawn by Betsy--that would have been his ideal way. But he had supposed
that she would be afraid of soiling her dress, and embarrassed to ride
in such a conveyance. Instead it was her choice. Yes, he could love her
more. Hourly she was proving that.

"Come this way a few steps," he said. "Betsy is here."

The Girl laid her face against the nose of the faithful old animal, and
stroked her head and neck. Then she held her skirts and the Harvester
helped her into the wagon. She took the seat, and the dog went wild with
joy.

"Come on, Bel," she softly commanded.

The dog hesitated, and looked at the Harvester for permission.

"You may come here and put your head on my knee," said the Girl.

"Belshazzar, you lucky dog, you are privileged to sit there and lay your
head on the lady's lap," said the Harvester, and the dog quivered with
joy.

Then the man picked up the lines, gave a backward glance to the bed
of the wagon, high piled with large bundles, and turned Betsy toward
Medicine Woods. Through the crowded streets and toward the country they
drove, when a big red car passed, a man called to them, then reversed
and slowly began backing beside the wagon. The Harvester stopped.

"That is my best friend, Doctor Carey, of the hospital, Ruth," he said
hastily. "May I tell him, and will you shake hands with him?"

"Certainly!" said the Girl.

"Is it really you, David?" the doctor peered with gleaming eyes from
under the car top.

"Really!" cried the Harvester, as man greets man with a full heart when
he is sure of sympathy. "Come, give us your best send-off, Doc! We were
married an hour ago. We are headed for Medicine Woods. Doctor Carey,
this is Mrs. Langston."

"Mighty glad to know you!" cried the doctor, reaching a happy hand.

The Girl met it cordially, while she smiled on him.

"How did this happen?" demanded the doctor. "Why didn't you let us know?
This is hardly fair of you, David. You might have let me and the Missus
share with you."

"That is to be expl