that boast is a sign that I probably will
meet my Jonah soon."

"David, you are a man after my own heart," said the doctor. "I love you
more than any other friend I have I wouldn't see a hair of your head
changed for the world. Now I've got to hurry to my operation. Remain as
long as you please if there is anything that interests you; but don't
let the giggling little nurse that always haunts the hall when you come
make any impression. She is not up to your standard."

"Don't!" said the Harvester. "I've learned one of the big lessons of
life since last I saw you, Doc. I have no standard. There is just one
woman in all the world for me, and when I find her I will know her, and
I will be happy for even a glance; as for that talk of standards, I will
be only too glad to take her as she is."

"David! I supposed what you said about enlarged buildings was nonsense
or applied to store-rooms."

"Go to your operation!"

"David, if you send me in suspense, I may operate on the wrong man. What
has happened?"

"Nothing!" said the Harvester. "Nothing!"

"David, it is not like you to evade. What happened?"

"Nothing! On my word! I merely saw a vision and dreamed a dream."

"You! A rank materialist! Saw a vision and dreamed a dream! And you
call it nothing. Worst thing that could happen! Whenever a man of
common-sense goes to seeing things that don't exist, and dreaming
dreams, why look out! What did you see? What did you dream?"

"You woman!" laughed the Harvester. "Talk about curiosity! I'd have to
be a poet to describe my vision, and the dream was strictly private.
I couldn't tell it, not for any price you could mention. Go to your
operation."

The doctor paused on the threshold.

"You can't fool me," he said. "I can diagnose you all right. You are
poet enough, but the vision was sacred; and when a man won't tell, it's
always and forever a woman. I know all now I ever will, because I know
you, David. A man with a loose mouth and a low mind drags the women of
his acquaintance through whatever mire he sinks in; but you couldn't
tell, David, not even about a dream woman. Come again soon! You are
my elixir of life, lad! I revel in the atmosphere you bring. Wish me
success now, I am going to a difficult, delicate operation."

"I do!" cried the Harvester heartily. "I do! But you can't fail. You
never have and that proves you cannot! Good-bye!"

Down the street went the Harvester, passing over city pave with his
free, sw